Best Hault Poems
The desire grows,
the bond strengthens,
to let you hold me in your arms.
closer.
stronger.
oh, how I'd love to fall asleep in your arms,
for they are safe I know,
warm with comfort.
don't move a muscle,
breathing heavy,
wishing time would come to a hault just for us.
never to let a moment slip,
without full appreciation and affection,
of how lucky we are to have found one another,
when not really looking with our eyes,
but letting our hearts lead the way
in the direction they had secretly planned,
without us fully knowing.
I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I let my mind wonder to the past, where my family was butchered and mutilated when I was 10 years old. I lost everything I loved and anything that mattered to me, but my passion. Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass. Revenge against those who could do the things I’ve seen, beasts that slaughtered my whole family. I have spent years here, learning the warrior’s way, feeling the grunge and toils from everyday training.
My sword is now a part of my body, so swift and true. I can draw it sharply and silent to bring it up my enemy. I spin my body and crouch down low, dodging my enemy and thrusting my sword into his chest. My body has become one single weapon for me to use. My mind is sharp and ready for the challenges of all those who oppose me. I will fight for honor and what is right and damnation to those who are evil and selfish. In the distance a voice echoes in my ears, “Piiid!” “Pid!” This sound grows louder as I strain my muscles and sharpen my skills. “PIIIDDD!!!” “HAULT!” and then I realize that master Baracus has been calling me. Turning around, I see Baracus standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He is a tall elder man with a chiseled chin and scars across both cheeks. His skin tone is deep red from the Sun’s scorching heat of the day. His balding head has traces of white hair around each side and the tunic of a trainer is all black with gold trim. His deep blue eyes gaze upon me in frustration, “You must focus on all things around you Pid, you will leave yourself open to attack without it”.
Baracus turns to walk towards the shelter as he mumbles various curses at me. “You young bucks have no attention and focus” as he slowly walks to sit down. “I was focused on my training you old goat” I persist. As we both sit down, he makes his brittle response, “Damn young blood makes poor fertilizer for our fields” as we both bellow with laughter. He is my mentor and trainer, but most of all he took me in and called me his son. He has trained me in the way of the warrior and what it means to be honorable and noble.
"Ain't got no prairie fire worries,"
Bob says to Little Zeke
"Lessen we gits some whar with grass"
And he kicked his horse in the ribs as they entered the pass
A week later they found grass
The cattle were starting to get weak
Samuel called a hault
And all enjoyed the two day break
Renewed the drovers and cattle stepped out refreshed
Two days later the Platt River again came into view.
The leader she began to balk
Samuel put a rope on her and Gabe gave her a whack
As they reached the other side
Some riders topped a ridge
Everyone threw their hats in the air
And holler "Here we is"
Samuel entered the bunkhouse
And to the window he did strole
He looked at the beautiful land
Bowed his head and said "Amen"
Cile Beer
August 17,2010
Lost in confusion
Blurry passage of hope waits
Journey on hault
FOR JOURNEY CONTEST
Life Is Like A Maypole
As elegantly as it weaves
Over and under, curtsie if you please
Life is like a Maypole
It sometimes brings you to your knees
As the tine recantar
Emotions as the breeze
In life you've got to remember
Our lives stand true and tall
There is only one direction
And then destiny lends its call
Fate whispers as she collects all of her fees
Bending slightly over as the men have the ball
Then you have to remember
The flavor of their malt
Screams of absurd laughter
The game begins to hault
The error is their fault
We forgot to put the roof on
And now the error is called
7th
It's hard to read between the lines.
When love entangles, intertwines.
You think that it is your own heart.
But you've been cast to play your part.
Confusion reigns and floods your soul.
Through out the years, it takes it's toll.
You think that love just never dies.
But then you find you're believing lies.
The sun has set so long ago.
And changed the dream you've come to know.
The hope is gone, the love has faded.
It's not a wonder that I am jaded.
You've walked alone for so long now.
Alone, alone, asking how.
Praying for a hand to hold.
Someone to love now that you're old.
You thought she said that it's your fault.
But she just wanted it to hault.
Someone else came into view.
To make her just give up on you.
Too much has passed in one lifetime.
The spell's been cast in words of rhyme.
Someday has come and I am grieving.
For the love and lies, I've been believing.
Lying snake you feed me a lie
Making me feel insane as your untrustworthy and sly
No more trust in you no more you and I
No more hurt feelings or to whisper a cry
Twisting your deeds as if it is all my fault
When confronting you I come to an ever ending hault
Am I not good enough or am I ugly and bland
Thought you felt nothing as you never hold my waiting hand
We do not cuddle in public or kiss or have any fun
You’re a mysterious chocolate and I am just your unfortunate plain bun
If you think you can do better go out there and see
But I promise you no one will love you as much as me
Bounds
Over and entercircled, grasping tighter and tighter
Penetrating the lines of my eternity
Orbiting to seize all that I have left
Desirous for more
Neverending infliction
No slumber shall I ever have
Until the bounds are pacified
How can I claim what I can not see?
The preference of bounds has no favor
Engulfs the crease of all
Seeping in uncannily
Until it devours it feast
Few can sustain the bounds to a hault
So I, I shall embrace the bounds and and create a solemn place
Cultivating what story I have been given
Turning destraut into purpose
And purpose into distinction
By:
Tammy R. Flanagan
No matter what happens to you or to everyone else,
I'm the one that always gets hurt.
I should be used to it,
But sometimes I'm not.
I brush off the pain,
Like it's dust on a shelf.
Hiding behind this mask, is my true feelings.
But a part of me doesn't know as if I should take it off.
They say I trust too easily,
They say I love too much,
They say thats how I always get hurt,
And that my heart's fragile to the touch.
They lie to me from the start,
That's their fault.
They should know better,
Unless their hamster wheel came to a hault.
They ask for help sometimes,
So I say okay.
I don't have to though.
Their problems, obviously, are not mine.
Yes, there were a couple of guys that hurt me,
Emotionally, not physically.
They're the ones I loved the most,
That's why it also hurt the most.
I was crushed,
I'm always falling for the ones that seem like they care,
But in the end, I'm hurt and they're gone.
They have already moved on.
Always hurt,
Sad to say.
It's true,
Especially when they say "I love you".
Form:
For the one last time we hugged
Whilst tears rolled down our cheeks,
Our heart longs no departure
Neither choices leave us free.
We were to depart, no spells could hault
For time alone hath come for us.
We walk meters apart only to turn back
For the final embrace, I could feel; hearts sobbing as we embrace firmly.
Our tears could perform no blessings
Neither do our hearts, we let time alone perform all its duties we cannot offend.
We wave our hands bye,heart sings no farewell.
I walk down the road, so does the tears walk down my cheeks I cannot hold,
I turn back, caught her walking up
The road to her winsome hemlet.
On the lofty road side she stood,
I could see her waving her hands at me,
For one last moment, I got to see her
Then the distance made us blind,
I hope that was not the forever farewell.
The faster we walk, wider the distance grew,
Our smiles bring less charms
And our laughters remained unheard,
Then comes the inner distance with the lapse of time.
Our promises wanted no more shelters in our heart,
It began to walk out and gradually fades away,
Our voices became unheard of which the song of our relationship remain unknown.
Like in a dreams we dwelled
Not so certain about our promises
And so was our commitments insecure,
She was true because fate matters
And it isn't our own makings.
Yedar © All copyright reserved.
After all these years
Have returned these fears.
The nightmares have come again
And there's no way I can win.
I buried them so long ago
Until HE called on the phone.
Thirteen years I kept him away
And now he just reappears one day.
He hurt me so very bad,
Confussing what mind I had.
Clouding it over with so much dirt,
The man I called "Father" causing me to hurt.
His own daughter he destroyed,
Making my childhood a complete void.
Growing up sooner than I should,
And no chance at a safe childhood.
And even after he went away,
The pain still seemed to stay,
Until after struggling so hard,
I finally, slowly let down my guard.
I was learning to trust again,
Allowing someone to get in.
I spoke my mind with less fear,
Making my life so very clear.
That was until HE walked in,
Acting like such a "friend".
Never admitting to what he's done,
An apology of which he has none.
Wishing so much that he's changed,
That some how it could be arranged
To get past this and move on,
To start over and establish a bond.
I wonder if there's good in him somewhere,
Since he and my mother were once a pair.
Or has it all been lost too,
Leaving the "Monster" I believe is true?
I know that I can never forget,
I'm not ready to forgive him yet.
I just can't find it in my heart
To even want to try or start.
We're never going to be close, I know,
Because I've had time to grow.
I've lost too much to lose more,
Never destroyed again like before.
I am no longer the child with no power.
My strength has blossomed like a flower.
Only it's never going to die or wilt,
I've stopped blaming myself with guilt
.
I now know it wasn't my fault,
Nothing I could do for it to hault.
I was only just a little kid
With nothing wrong that I did.
I've dealt with it the best I can
Even though I will never understand
How "Daddy" can hurt his "little girl",
Crumbling her innocent, whole world.
I want so much to hate my Dad,
But I'm so tired of being so mad.
The time has come to set myself free,
And start living my life just for me.
I'm going to build a stable surrounding,
Keeping both feet on level grounding.
I've got to take it at my own pace,
With so much I still have to face.
But eventually I know I'll be okay
And some scars may fade away.
I'm just happy to be alive
And grateful that I survived.
(5/1994)
I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
What my heart said long ago.
It said it loved beating for you.
It said its emotions were long due
To be spoken out to you.
I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
That my brain couldn't hault,
Caricaturing your pictures
Hallucinating your images,
Mistaking it as a fault.
I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
My eyes couldn't see
A life without you.
I ignored it's voice ,
Thinking let it be.
I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
My tears talked about you
My happiness spoke words of you.
My ears whispered too,
But, I didn't know what to do.
I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
I couldn't imagine,
Me without you.
when music associations
hinder your daily cultural existence and evolution,
you cringe at the sound of a lyric.
heart breaks just a bit,
like a rotting house,
cracking,
yearly reaching an inch,
and over time,
accelerating in speed.
but then you come to a hault,
a conscious self identifying conclusion,
that in fact you might, just might,
get the **** over it.
you do.
you then find yourself,
singing the tune,
inside your brave skull.
hmmm hm hm hm mm m
ooooouuuu yea.
thank you.
The armor slides as I undo the clasp
Cold and pained from Winters Grasp.
Dragons yell and fly above,
Falling dead from the strike of love.
A sword in hand and mage in the other,
He casts a spell and releases another.
The pain of miss fire and the sorrow of death,
I can feel the sadness and apologise on his breath.
Anders, sweet and pure,
Sometimes there is no hope for a cure.
Cast your spells, cast away
Cast until I see the end of day.
Mistakes take place all around,
Sometimes the fault should not be found.
Would you be human to not have disaster?
You own your magic, but not always as master.
You have tried your hardest,
Even with this, you heart is the largest.
Let me go, into deaths reach
But kiss my lips soft, like those of a peach.
Let me go, but to not forget
That flame in your heart for me, will always be lit.
I exhale a final breath,
As I slowly slip away to death.
Hold not to blame, twas not your fault,
But now the beatings of my heart will hault.
Maker take me, into the light above,
But always know, I remember your love.
Here I go again
Same story, different day
Now I feel the rain
Washing my dreams away
This uphill battle has come to a hault
My legs go weak and I wilt under pressure
The enemy whispers it’s all my fault
Doubting myself, I find no pleasure
Tears streaming down my face
I see my reflection in the mirror
There’s a crushed spirit that lost the race
As the broken pieces of my dreams becomes clearer
The past rises up and shatters my confidence
Where is that girl who dreamed without hesitation?
Deep down I know fate doesn’t happen by coincidence
Desperately I search for the girl breathing ambition
Peering closer I can see the enemy
Its empty eyes well up with tears
As it points back right at me
I’m the one who’s been hiding all these years
Crying out to have something to live for
Praying to reverse time and erase these regrets
I need to believe there is something more
Or is this as good as it gets?