Best Hasp Poems
A-s-p are three high-functioning letters
And while I imagine that some might do better
Here are some ways to bring them together
At the start of a word we have aspirin and asparagus
Not to mention aspartame, aspects, and aspersions
Then there's aspire, aspirations, and asperity
And maybe even an aspirator, between you and me
Of course, if you have asp in the middle
You get asp in the end
As you'll find in clasp grasp, hasp and rasp
And it works the other way too--
Which I'm sure you can grasp
That brings to an end this discussion of asp
For more, read the Bible or Shakespeare
Or find a teacher to ask
The story is told of a Maori King bold
Who dared cheat the Prince of Siam.
I’ll leave it to you to decide if its true.
But if you're not convinced, at least I am!
This king was annoyed so he filled his bored void
By selling the fauna of his wee land.
He soon grew in fame, none dared speak his name,
He was the richest in all of New Zealand!
But this roll could not last; the fates swooped in fast
With an invoice for arrogant King Frodo!
A prince of yon borders sailed in with his order
For a half dozen snakes and some Dodo.
“The snakes are all gone!” Frodo said with a yawn.
"And we ate the last Dodo last week!”
Thus the king blew him off with a wave and a scoff;
“Look elsewhere for that which you seek!”
But the prince had prepaid! And he screamed out in rage,
“What is that in the cage with the hasp?”
King Frodo’s eyes narrowed, “I won that from Pharaoh,
And that, that’s a two-headed asp!”
“And though its not fair, it is simply too rare,
Now be off or I’ll soon have your head!”
But the prince made this threat, “Dear King you’ll regret!”
Then he left leaving Frodo to dread . . . . . . .
At daylight’s first gleam, you could hear Frodo scream
As he raced to the harbor to spy,
And lo, by the pier was a note on a spear . . .
“Keep my gold! . . . But kiss your asp goodbye!”
For the "Asp" Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
May 7, 2018
10th Place
What is it you crave? Song? It has not been long enough for my breath to play
stealth in dedication of love gone. I know you know this love life was designed for
persistence to glow and life to grow, allow the prosperity without surrender and
show your face with graceful smiles. No disgrace or shame nor exiled blame, only
pride of a love you think fondly of. Walk at my side, your soft hand inside the grip of
mine and sunshine lights our desired path; through breeze we share a laugh. The
calm trees shade hurt that recedes un forgave back through root to dirt. Supply my
mind with wine then subside and be my love divine, know my thoughts at all time;
show my hands the knots upon your spine and unwind my love. Bygone pressure
forgot, collapse and gasp your breast on thy chest strain the hasp that holds the
heart lock. The door is open, so without knock enter and I will be there; fair in offer
of kiss and vows of forever. Yes, you are my wish.
I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining.
She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are;
But this isn’t about her it’s about me and I miss my little ditties.
Like the guy from Nantucket and the old man from bras;
While the iron maidens boyfriend picks at the hasp.
The young girls with dresses that they lift from the floor;
Having sex with the bad man and screaming for more.
Jill, she took jack; to a place on the hill;
But he couldn’t have her; because she ran out of pills.
Dylan and Guthrie; looking for jobs;
And the girls with their chap stick; all drunken on grog.
I could go on but what does it matter;
It’s all just some gypsum; apparently splattered.
So I’ll loan you these two packs; if you’ll pay me five;
And tomorrow it’s coffee and listening to jive. .
A transformation;
molecular sensation;
I am one, with all.
A snowy atom, haze
in transcendental gaze,
is freedom for a soul’s ways.
Betwixt the jubilation
and spiritual elation;
mind collects its new momentum…
off it goes to seek new dreams;
off it goes to mine new schemes.
Within the holy harvest,
I express myself, the artist,
who transcending,
sees between the cosmic folds,
so never ending.
I am you and you are I;
in the blinking of an eye,
how mortality does grasp,
the wandering soul,
within its flight; enters Heaven just
before the closing hasp.
In this leaden chest;
with its insufficient rest;
immortality it teases me
with oh, such cruel jest,
in this eternal night,
upon nocturnal flight.
Oh to taste eternal sweets;
feeding on ambrosia-meats;
the food of angelic delight
upon the palate of God’s light.
My eternal soul celebrates
This glorious night.
How I yearn,
just to return,
to the place from whence I came;
melding with the others,
in the sacred astral plane,
where I’ll rest in peace, one day
and there I will always stay.
All the angels
in their flight,
could come visit me tonight;
take me home into the
omniscient holy light;
it’s oh so bright.
Clasping
the hasp,
key enters lock;
inhibitions tumble; deepest desires
released
Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.
Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.
Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.
As youth flows out with middle age,
I find it hard to turn the page.
Life deals the cards and calls our name.
We ante up, or leave the game.
Working, saving, spending, craving
If success is measured by the things we own
By glorious deeds so widely known,
Then I must fold; in shame confess,
“I've lost this hand, I've failed the test.”
Labor, scheming, planning, dreaming
The dreams of youth are so elusive,
Love and fortune, so exclusive,
Time has placed them beyond my grasp,
The lock of age is on the hasp.
Experience, yearning, study, learning
Notions in granite, supplanted anew,
Ideals, so innocent and true
That filled my adolescent thoughts,
Replaced with truth; by patience wrought.
Knowledge, growing, wisdom showing
Life is not over! Not soiled with rust!
The dawn is now! A light to trust.
My coffers fill to overflowing.
My treasures humble, still are growing.
Riches tallied, courage rallied
A home and family; sacred ground,
With spouse and children gathered 'round,
A stronghold, safe from worldly trouble.
My life's net worth has been redoubled.
Dave
Everyone needs a Dave.
He checks how you are..
He's the one who sees beauty
Through your feathers and tar
As a friend he is priceless.
As much gold as Fort Knox..
He can see your potential
Lifts that hasp off your box
His message is freedom.
His message is love..
And he'll throw up a good word
To the throne room above
And the thing about Dave is..
He is gentle and kindly
But when it comes to The Fight
He's right there behind me
So we all need a Dave.
That friend who is faithful..
To encourage our journey
When life's more than a handful
For a calm thoughtful spirit.
For that uplifting tone..
Friendly words that remind;
We are never alone
Our Dave is all wisdom.
In his guidance we trust.
But there's a thing to accept
And remember, we must..
To be someone's Dave
There's a reason he blesses..
It's the fire that smelts
All that metal so precious
Every Dave has a story.
You can see through those eyes
It's the forge that has shaped
A demeanour so wise
Persistence in struggle.
Hope in adversity.
Becoming a student
In life's university
So, wherever you serve
Be you Doris or Dave
My cap I will doff.
To be like you, I crave
For you carry the Spirit,
So clearly we see.
And a gift to unshackle
Those who long to be free.
So let's be more Dave.
Blessing off someone's socks
For the world needs more like him
And let's face it, he rocks.
Jinjagoliath
30th May 2021
Hand Stand
Thumb Works With Digits to Grasp,
Beholding the Design Makes Me Gasp,
Quite Beholding a Tool Like a Jeweler Hasp.
Each Body Member Complex Beyond,
What We Take for Granted, Look Again, A Second,
All Our Meant Equipment Causes One to Reckon.
How to Best Test Them? What Destiny is Intended?
Fine Embroidery, Often Torn, Neglected & Ended,
But By Threading Our Thoughts, The Tapestry Mended.
"Mens Et Manus", "Mind & Hand" is the Motto,
Raised in Oath, Firm Handshake, Grip is a Mystical Grotto,
Nail Artistry, Knuckle Cracking, Covering Mouth Sotto.
Palm Reading, Dr. Spock "Veeing", "Cabbala-ing",
Counting on 5, Also the Number of Moshiach Meaning,
Clapping, Waving, Fingerprinting, For Wall Leaning.
Weighing, Temperature or Softness Knowing,
Sign Language Sharing, Aiming in Baseball Throwing,
Expressing Warning, Card Dealing, Oar Rowing.
"Handle" Means Your Treatment: Care or Rarely Scare,
Fingers Raised in "Hurrah" or "Get Lost!" A Sure Stare,
"Hi!", "Five High!", "Power!" or Something Rare.
Write!, Play Music!, Hold Hands!, Heal the Sick!,
Juggle!, Amaze With Card Sleight of Hand!, But Be Quick,
"Time's Wasting!" Life's Brief, "In Time of a Finger Lick!"
Such a Purposeful Gift Perhaps Can Obligate,
Not "Hands in Pockets" But Act, Good Works Create,
Fashion One's Term Here on Earth Articulate!
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Unlatch the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—your secret sleeps
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
it's just the fascination, runnin' -
a way with me...
the start the turn the on the warm
the rev the run the front the storm
the moves the smooth the kinetic the peel
the center the taste the esthetic the real
the fruit the butter the bread the cheese
the sense the sation the smile the please
the hunger the thirst the quaff the juice
the filling the slake the adult the seduce
the frank the flame the desire the want
the flank the game the beguile the flaunt
the gaffe the rules the laugh the break
the slip the law the humor the mistake
the talk the shock the fears the grey
the shout the fight the tears the display
the swing the hit the hurt the bruise
the punch the anger the trouble the truce
the latch the click the clasp the key
the turn the hasp the open the free
the you - the me - the tuck the hide
the life the road - the way - the ride
the flash the light the idea the insight
the glint the sparkle the focus the delight
the exchange the change the like the best
the swap the give - the love - and all the rest
© Goode Guy 2012-12-28
I stand at the gate looking outward,
o'er its spires of gilded gloss
of silent hinge that never wither
to the ravages of time.
Long have I found haven
on this side of the gate,
even as unkind gods
decide brutal fates beyond its hasp.
Long have I forgotten
of beyond the spires,
having an incredible urge to look anew
that which is determined by lot
chosen willingly, not thrust.
With closed eyes, I bend
to an outer will, unseen, unheard.
An old sensation envelops me
and the golden spires are no more,
instead, peelings of tear and rust.
In that brief moment, time and place
are transcended and the aura of once is reality.
Faces pass by, seemingly unaware
that someone beyond the gate is back.
A dispirit of vigor, the grimness of gray,
I see me, I think.
I ask of myself how it came to be
those faces of misfortune were denied,
that hope and promise loomed ahead,
perhaps, of a fork in the road
that required choice, not fate decried.
Then, I see the gate ajar, and know
all may be called to view the other side.
Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour,
at one’s fingertips eternally,
cornucopia an instant dream float,
golden gust garner without rein,
indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana,
but voyage of the quadrille quill,
on impact whilst a glittering weave,
admission of luxurious environment,
a stimulus awakening the verse vendor,
bursts of benevolent vista stoic,
enigmatic present minute float on by,
capture, rapture, entranced,
hue spike,
glorious basket of heaven etching,
giant svelte image rich shape,
wavering temperature to plummet or plunge,
pepper spray haze form hover,
whisper from the coral reef,
fringe reef encircling pale shore,
yellow grain easel’s uproar,
such an ocean flourish aqua cache,
in peril of blind omission,
stunned by opulent ream,
convergent notion ink well teaser,
bewitching hypnotist plump root,
peerless mist adrift now befogged,
petrichor as potent eco aftermath,
but afterthought I treat with scorn,
warm sunshine donor of earthly fragrance,
post jewel sprinkled rainfall,
intermittent wet and dry spots,
inspirational when deft mind hyper vigilant,
with eyes bound to dilate,
as billows of peep day steam,
wend mystically in crystal whorls,
stanza recess now ornate carousel,
of glints from embedded nugget,
hasp and hung mute on. chant,
glowing prompt beyond impetuous,
novel aspiration’s ignition key,
to offset dormant chapter spun,
embryonic phrases bold surrender
Mint ripple spasm cool shrouds pulse my sprig fount
I shriek at cusp of dawn cricket hymn sheet peep
lambent cosmos vivid hues splash lilac wisps
upon my psychic visual wellspring blind float
golden petal yellow bird magnolia
I hoard as eye floss gemstone centrepiece
nirvana’s mauve lip step ladder an archway
to ecstatic rush reed clustered gateway’s hasp
inner self kaleidoscopic cartwheel swerves
sketch nightingale bone marrow spine chill belle chants
Yet the honeysuckle pastel strewn mead I
plod unveils ear worm madrigals of pure bliss.
Date submitted : 15th September 2020
Contest Title : Pick-A-Title, Vol 22- Lyric 2-
NA Poem : Divine Rhapsody
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Judged : 24/9/20
Poetry Contest : Second Chances for NA in Any contest during September 2020
Date submitted : 30/9/2020
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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