Best Griffins Poems
loving sister
I write to you as a writer
know you are in school
Because you are still a big fool
Your being wise
wholly lies
On your book
that you should keenly look
open every page sister
read every text sister
Get that wisdom
Embrace that wisdom.
sister write every word
paint every picture
for those words
that picture
pictures your future
so don't sleep
for you might slip.
it is now 7 months
in your form three
I check at my wrist
my watch is ticking
click by click
time is whiled away
sister use every chance
exploit every minute
for you are worth
living this earth.
I have to say
that day
u got the accident
I realized you are a light
to several hearts
embrace that and shine
For you are a true NDHINE
you are the MARVELOUS GRIFFINS
Realize your potential
for you are exponential....
come next year
I want to praise you dear
I want to hear the people calling out
I want to hear the world shout
I want to see your parents Marvel
For they gave birth to Marvelous Marvelous.
May you live long and shine bright like white.
Look at the baseball field.
The poet’s words, a sword to wield.
To these pleasures I consistently yield.
But heavenly joys I often neglect.
Where are the heavenly spires?
The bosom that protects against the eternal fires.
Where in worship no one tires.
And the holy one’s face is clearly seen.
What is the reward that is beyond our sight?
How are we to navigate through the night,
With an invisible joy as our guiding light?
How can wicked hearts love one who is perfect?
And this thought perplexes me:
The one weeping in Gethsemane.
For his alienation from the holy trinity.
A fellowship not known by mortal men.
And yet my heart tends to go,
Towards the summer, and to the snow.
My love is for things that I know.
But the holy fellowship I‘ve never seen.
I can boast of the poet’s words.
I can admire the fish and the birds.
I can point to harmonies written in thirds.
But the Holy one’s face I cannot describe.
Man in his mind’s eye.
Can conjure up griffins and fairies that fly.
As well as fraudulent gods in the sky.
But a true deity he cannot draw a picture.
For the company of friends we are grateful.
In our camaraderies we are playful.
But we don’t desire to sit at the trinity’s roundtable.
Of that friendship we are alien.
And if there is a heavenly hymn able to touch my ear.
My eardrum may never again resound, I fear.
The face of the savior unclear,
To a mere golem returning to the mud.
I am a griffin
You may touch my happiness
But you will never reach my mind
I see things as they come
Deal with them before they come
And when they come
I take them as they are.
I am a griffin
You may break my heart
But that can never change me
I will reach to make peace
Hope to bring back the loss
Restore the joy and wipe all fear.
I am a griffin
You may stop me
But I will never stop
Reaching for the top
I will always strive to be on top
Never will I allow myself to flop.
A Griffin I am
When you show me your back
I will not hit back
I will let time revenge on my behalf
I will never build on a wrong
But will still remain strong.
Call me Griffins.
Bright pumpkins flicker in shadows,
evil spirits hide in willows,
wolves renounce warfare,
even cats won't stare
at hungry griffins with large claws.
When the kids see those scary beasts,
they can't help laughing ...one retreats!
" Run, Jane, run!" yells Jared
with spooky hair as Fred...
they both drop their bags full of treats.
The chaos continues through dark streets...
as squirrels feast on unwanted sweets;
Halloween's surprises
simply dramatize...
why should kiddies hide under sheets?
April's roses scent inebriates every sense
below the Gothic cathedral
cardinals doze
draping their wings over
evergreen plants
foreshadowing a cool sunset
griffins guard the bell-tower
hampering the intruders
inflicting fear on the jackals
jaundiced they hide into a jalopy
kapok is soft as cotton
ladybugs allow no sleep
manifesting vulgar wit
nibbling on naugat
oblitaring any sweetness
prie-dieu is her comfort
quickning my understanding
ravishing the merry opus
shedding light on her faith
tending toward forgiveness
unquestionable in its promise
verboten to dishonor it
wimple as sworn devotion
xenophobe not permitted
yodeling is immense praise
zither plays a Gregorian chant
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
You are beautiful, wonderful, and powerful
Your creator was careful
Let none tell you otherwise
He put into perfect position
All your wonders in good condition
I attest for I took part in your creation
Call me your father
My name is Griffins
My daughter
I write to you.
In the world I stay there are beasts and beauties
Hyenas and vultures
Men and dogs
Some allowed themselves to be dogs
Others lived with dogs
Others lived like dogs
You will see them around
Remain sober and sound
My daughter.
If we never get to see
I hope this will be
And you will read
You will heed
You will record well in deeds
And bless and plant healthy seeds
Pure breed
Protect from weed
Will you my daughter live my expectations?
Will you let the seeds bring forth harvest and celebrations?
Shall my isolationist advice be taken myself?
I believe so if I leave the girl alone
She will fall for the man I am
The surpassing will of the desire
One of which he lacks compared to I
Is given to her only after my acts
Or shall I say after my axe?
For desire is a forest to be lost in
And the trees are those blocking sight
The griffins call is the only true way
Which is the instinct leading us along!
So I chop the barriers of nature
And raise my weapon high
For my isolationist advice
Shall be taken myself
She'd seen the house for sale and came
to have a look around,
walked up the path as freezing mist
curled, snake-like on the ground.
Two stone Griffins, like sentinels
gazed from beside the door,
she knocked, it opened,spilling
greenish light across the floor.
A wizened man with sunken eyes
asked ' yes,can I help you?'
she stammered 'er, this house for sale,
I've come to have a view'.
'Then step right in' the old man wheezed,
she cautiously walked past,
into the hall, where from the wall
there came an icy blast.
'Some draughts' he said, 'the doors are old,
just simple wear and tear,
which also makes that wailing noise
you're hearing from upstairs'.
The kitchen was spattered with red,
and sticky, like fresh tar,
'I had an accident' he said
'with beetroot, from a jar'.
A knife stuck in the kitchen door,
just inches from the lock,
'I keep it there, convenient,
as I don't own a block'.
The coffin in the living room
gave the young girl the creeps,
' I bought it in advance for me,
while it was really cheap',
the man explained, while when she turned
he forced back down the lid,
she swore she saw that something moved-
(well, actually, it did).
The staircase groaned with every step
as if it was alive,
she looked in all the bedrooms except
bedroom number five,
locked up, he said 'I don't use it,
and I have lost the key',
she swore she heard a plaintive voice
as she walked on, say 'flee!'
'I've seen enough', the girl declared,
'I'll bid you a good day',
'Oh no you won't' he grinned, she turned-
the Griffins blocked her way.
For contest 'The Haunted house', sponsor Dear heart a.k.a Broken Wings
26th August 2018
There are trolls within my basement. My hubby says its OK they stay.
Most think they’re really mean and dumb, just like the legends say.
But they don’t know them from within, as I have learned to do.
Tho I love to teach them daily, to keep them gently occupied, it’s true.
Last week they discovered mythical creatures, as I happily taught them some.
Like: winged lions, griffins, Minotaurs, Centaurs, etcetera, and also Gnomes.
Here, they discovered the most amazing thing… that a lion can have wings.
So they decided, it was time; they should get some of those very same things.
At first they tried to make them, but to no avail, in their basement nook.
Next came Acme Triple A Witches straight out of the old phone book.
When ask what kind of wings… their unhindered minds chose the butterfly.
When you stop laughing. I’ll tell you, this turned into a really great look to try.
No worry, they won’t be hurt, or even able to fly… on this they’ll never gloat.
They forgot to ask for the buoyancy, to allow their heavy bodies to fly or float.
But this didn’t deter them, as they ran, and leaped in endless, wishful, spurts.
Good really did come of this though, as my flowers are now tended by experts.
A few have started decorating all they find with beautiful flowery treats.
And some find food is not complete, without a few flowers on top of it to eat.
But, by far the best result was when one winged troll set up a fancy flower shop.
He married the lady right next door, who runs “The Happy Nectar” Sweet- Shop.
Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!
And must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?
And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.
But perhaps it’s the home of fairies
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair
And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.
And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.
New Love: by Griffins Ndhine
I had loved ones
My heart was all mourns
Like it was pierced by thorns
Coz by my love I was deceived
Thought I was loved,
a shock is all I received
Behind my back, by another man she had conceived.
I am tempted to love again
But in my heart the pain still reign
Is it true that the same all girls will remain?
This remains my biggest worry
For my self I again never want to be sorry
In my life I want not to narrate this same story.
I had tried having a girlfriend
seeing other men was her trend
I was never enough for her
yet to me she was the only lover
And playing her I did never bother
Where will I find one not to break my heart?
From where do I find love that will not hurt?
Who is she, the one who will never depart?
I know you are out there somewhere
You are a type that is so rare
And all that I want in a lady you bare.
I hope to marry
so as to burry my worry
I hope a wife will not be the same as a girlfriend
I hope a wife will never offend.
So I got this one just recently
I am ready to love her sincerely
Her beauty is on point perfectly
She is what I need exactly
We got to talk but she told me No
I gave her time, I went back again She told me No.
A second No?
And how I cherish her
How I adore her, Oh my!
I had to up my game And so did I.
I skillfully redrew my pickup lines I got the lines,
I rehearsed the lines I went back again to her
This time with something new
Exactly what she wanted to hear
That she is a part of my life.
That I want her to be my wife
Coz her beauty is rare
And that she is my answered prayer.
She fell for it and I got her.
Her I will marry
Then I will have no worry
To her I will be everything
so she will lack nothing
I want her to see no other man
I want to be the only one I hope
in her heart I will reign
I hope hurting me she will refrain
I hope and hope she will never leave
but with me she will remain to live.
Dreams in bottles
and maps on walls,
fairy tales told
of knights so tall.
Dragons and maidens
battle in flaming towers,
as unicorns jump
over plants and flowers.
Elves and dwarves
dwell in a hole,
a witch who steals
your heart and soul.
Griffins soaring
high on the clouds,
wraths who scream
ever so loud.
Shadows whose form
shifts in the night,
screams that shiver
to bring on fright.
Angels that sing
as pure as the sun,
a ring that possesses
your mind and runs.
Ghouls rip out
your stomach and guts,
evil cars that crawl
over bodies and ruts.
Zombies who want
to feast on your flesh,
wizards with wand
slowing the thresh.
The fantasy world
can be what you will,
your mind is unlimited
if you hold it quite still.
I haven't been well and I wrote this one for a little bit of fun in the down times...thanks for reading as always...Jayne
How far from earth are heaven and hell?
And which way do you go to get there, pray tell?
Did God create a GPS for the soul?
Or did he give little devils or angels the role
to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell?
It was so hot, my nose melted off my face.
It was so hot, my blistered feet got fused in place.
It was so hot because of an infernal fire
that God eternally stoked to fulfill his desire
to flash fry those who'd refused to be in a state of grace.
If not for this fence, there'd be no shade,
and we'd be burning up watching this hellscape parade
of hellhounds and lizards ~
and three-headed wizards ~
and griffins with gross gizzards ~
making the little kiddies afraid.
You've heard of silver unicorns,
Of griffins guarding gold
And tales of dragons fanning fire
Are very often told.
But back in medieval times
A fiendish feline reigned,
With mystical supremacy
He feasted unrestrained.
For when with hungriness he roared
A sweet scent filled the air,
Which like a moth unto a flame
Drew prey inside his lair.
12.10.20
Panther (Legendary Creature) Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Julia Ward
Under medieval belief, after feasting, the panther will sleep in a cave for a total of three days. After this period ends, the panther roars, in the process emitting a sweet smelling odor. This odor draws in any creatures who smell it (the dragon being the only creature immune) they are eaten by the panther, and the cycle begins again.
The train to nowhere just reached the platform
Further down the tunnel, there is a storm
In a month or few, it will reach its destination
'til then you must seek for salvation
Cause this train is part of mission of destruction
It goes on and on without any commands or instructions
Through the lands of ogres, sirens, griffins and even sphinx and Cerberus
Do not sit if you dream to live
Somewhere down its path
The train will take you for a bloodbath
You might think this is a lie
But, if you want to live, then sure do dive
And remember, only the foolish ones shall dare to survive
And finally the journey seems to end
Survivors await their family and friends
But are always met by none
Not the storm or the sun, not even the employees clad in fancy uniforms
Because they were all informed,
The train to nowhere just arrived at the platform