Best Heaviest Poems
It is the fragrant peel of Florida's fruit that comes in convenient slices.
The savory citrus that packs a punch - to my tongue it simply entices.
It is the sprightly stripe of a clown fish that says, "Look at me," unabashedly (no joke)
To read between the lines it has taught me, and in its splendor I am soaked.
It is the warmth inside a fire though his sister crimson gets all the credit.
It could be the light of your world if your vivacious heart would only let it
envelop you with its curious tone: the love of a rose - the brightness of the sun.
And though we might only think of traffic cones,
and hazard signs - for me - it is the lightness of a pun:
Orange you gonna ask me a question?
About how its wavering pathways on tropical seas
can bring the heaviest heart to ascension?
Or how its marriage of sweet strawberry and sour lemon
has brought to mind our engaging entanglement?
It isn't like the blue that's over our heads,
nor is it like the green that's beneath our feet.
Rather it is the hidden spark inside our hearts:
it isn't showy - but its beauty is discrete. Something to soothe
any gloomy day with gentle subtlety. To tell you the truth
orange is nothing dramatic
(perhaps that's why I like it)
Written March 4th, 2016
For the United Orange Contest hosted by Silent One
The cold is now a distant memory
As snowfall comes the heaviest in years
With drifts now formed of northern wind that blows
For all I see is covered, it appears
Pure white the only color now that shows
The chill inside my body steady grows
I can’t believe this morning that I chose
I shiver as I’m trudging through the gate
My hands and feet are frozen to the core
When will this frigid weather soon abate
Not sure I can withstand this anymore
Have never seen such weather, this before
I wonder what the future has in store
When suddenly such beauty comes my way
Of every dream my mind might hope to see
Her face as if a heavenly display
My eyes, behold, the warmest artistry
True love this day is standing next to me
The cold is now a distant memory
My heart hath found this morning ever grand
An angel born this winter wonderland
11/27/18
Written for: The Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Urban Sonnet
I wish
I could into a deep blue sea dive
Have the flowing flood of tears subside
Let my smile surface and revive
And my woes would ever cease to survive..
I wish
I could the highest of mountains mount
And from its very summit
I would see with no doubt
How tiny my tribulations and vain to wane about..
I wish
I could widely fly
Reach the heart of the sky
And how light I am I would realise
Having dropped the heaviest of burdens so far..
I wish
I could on a solid land land
And feel the strength of the path I tread
Be sure not to stumble
When I raise high my head..
I wish
I could vanish into darkness
With a void I would merge
Attain a leading light
And with serenity I would converge..
I wish
I could follow an inner time to rise
Bright, full of energy and willing to shine
Despite the weights of dark nights
Seek the Light of God, bow to the Sublime and end my fights
I wish
I could not just bathe but sink
In a so pigmented thick ink
Draw and colour in a wondrous beauty
Paintings and portraits with my poetry..
Ode to Rain Drenched Paper And Rapidly Disappearing Ink Stains
Previously Penned a Moment Ago, Dissolving, Swirling Cyclone of Water and Ink down the Drain!
Silly Poet Stranded, Emotionally Sifted And Strained
Enchanted by Calliope's Impish Minstrel
Base Cappella of Rumbling Thunder, I Shudder!
Serendipitous and Wet, Expatriate Poet Without An Umbrella!
For You See I was Haunted and Teased By Moisture Filled Breeze
I Reached With My Pen and Tickled the Heaviest Cloud In the Sky With Ease
Silly Poet Provoking Poetic Rain, Prodding The Water Supply
Tickled and Poked With My Pen, The Cloud Bellowed, Then She Cried
Prism In A Pearl Raindrop In Custody of The Now Smirking Nimbostratus
Under Hyades Guard, My Penalty For Intrusion Pending Status!
Sitting In Humid Air, Amidst the Jury of Haughty Rain Nymphs Stares
I Should have use the Feathery End Of My Pen for the Inked Tip Created A Tear
Silly Poet, Drenched In Conjured Rain, Penalty for Pain, I must Rhyme Away From Here!
I Should Have Visited Erato's Garden to Borrow Her Myrtle Wreath!
Or Even Tea and Biscuits with Melpomene Could Have Been a Theatrical Treat
Euterpe's Sultry Flute Interrupted My Internal Musing, Rainbow Cruising Inky Hues
Silly Poet Seeking Poetry's Muses In The Conjured Rain In The News!
Conjured Rain Trance, Whimsical Chance, Pen In Hand, Here I Stand! Poet Pseudonym Debut
I'm Soggy, Not Sorry For My Attempts To Pen In the Rain, I Will Try Again, No Shame!
For Now My Sentence Has Come To An End, The Paper Filtered But Never My Pen!
If words could envelop fire,
I’d whisper softly into a quiet
note and let the pyre in my
lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.
Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,
I would endeavor this note reach a messenger
with quick feet, so that you would read it before
I became nothing more than a ruin,
damned by it’s own occasion.
I would speak with a gentle urgency,
through teeth like embers of brimstone.
" Let not your tender humor steer you
in a direction that would wilt us both.
Fan the flames that have consumed me,
It’s a burn that fuels our passion
I love you and the pain that you bring,
you are the brightness in the sky,
and the darkness of night.
You are the sting of broken flesh,
and the sweet release of blood that flows.
You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,
and the anger in my wisdom.
You are my second eye,
and my heaviest anchor.
You are the spark,
and the kindle.
You are my Queen.”
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
I see the bitterness polluting this world
a multitude of evil hides then divides
conquering with twisted visions of democracy
one joke history repeating past horrors return
Hurting innocent people tells another story
bullies who think they are above human justice
aggressors filled with pride in falsehood
you will fall heaviest of all
Suffering fleeing war victims as the devil marches forward
his army is arising from ashes darkness grips our planet
6 children a day dying, 3 world war two show mercy
for the love of all that holds good in this world
Such hardships giving up everything held dear
Look into your soul and know the mortal truth
only the blind hide and do not see selfishness
the one demon followed by others a legion
Fed like animals where is the loving joy that opens arms
Offering comfort to those in need have mercy
Peace unto this world sings with a warm heart
To love and understand our brothers and sisters plea
Please give them shelter
feed and clothe their weary bodies
in their hours of ache
With open arms I pray to God
Your salvation love and understanding the scriptures
we all know what must be done in our Lords name
Protect those families against the demon who hates and destroys families
Watching the news we are tainted with so much ugliness
lies drip fed to us twisted through the master deceivers hallow heart
We all know who sits at the head of a fork tongue
Peace is the way forward as greed wants war
only a fool arms themselves with hate their pride lies in bed with envy
Cunningly cursing everyone
curtains raise darkness you will kneel to the light
With power and glory supreme leader at your command
I bow with open eyes we see the path of complete destruction ahead
Faith is the sword of truth
openly we all should do more even in voice help
Do we stand for something or fall in our sins
I speak one soul because united we are many
Just a note to say Gary on What Kind of People Are We
after reading your piece these words flowed from my heart
thank you kindly for the insight and powerful pen filled with light and truth
I am a poor tailless cow.
The creator chases away my infesting flies.
I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan
and my only blanket is my feebly tanned skin.
I’m barefoot on the pathful of thorns
and my teardrops reports my miseries to the earth.
I need love and in the midst of mates I go.
I’m trashed with the most painful looks,
and punched with the heaviest words.
My only crony thus remains my mischance.
Every right I’m denied.
And too bitter is my plea to the ears
of the unobliging heads.
My merit is always belittled,
and my promising tomorrow begrudged.
For every good I’m worth I’m sidelined—
that’s why I grow wild!
My fierce eye devoid of their leniency!
My ambition is rent into fragments—
that’s why I bust back so hard!
And in the end I’m felled,
taking my poetic justice.
Words badly spoken
Shout - by - shout - by - shout
Let anger be spoken
Let all people around see and hear
Was that all you can do?!!!!
My heart pounding fast
Beating strong and hard
As if any moment I will burst
Sweats unstoppable running low
My fingers starts to shake
Each breath a shallow deep ones
Each glance a hidden plea
Each step carried with the heaviest gold
I want to speak but I can not
I am stunned
I am stripped
I am foot glued
I am hurting
Deep and open
I want to utter something
But I can not
Afraid to say something wrong
Scare to be put on fault
I am tired explaining
so tired...
so exhausted in a way even...
I run.
run
keep on running
and there as I stop
Tears flow....
by
olive_eloi
03/13/2014
I’m tapping my feet to the music escaping an old man’s saxophone
On main street
I can feel the raindrops hit my hand
I roll them in my palms like marbles
From my childhood
They apologize to me
And I ask for what?
They say, for making you feel smaller than you are
I look up at the sky, water like whites from an egg
Sizzling on my skin
The sun breaking like the yolk
Like me
The old man’s sax is drowning
Filling up with storm
I decide the rain is too much and disappear
Into a coffee shop
I’m at the counter waiting when
The man in front says
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”
It ends in a question but not the one he said
Out loud.
Blink 182 cuts like static through the silence
I try to force my mind to the song but
I can only hear the lyrics
“Friday night and” “Nobody likes you”
My smile is already frozen from the cold
But he makes it shatter like a mirror and
Gather itself on the floor.
The server asks my order, slowly
My face rewinds like a VCR and
My smile puts itself back together
“Caramel Macchiato, please.”
I trudge to my home smelling of cardiac arrest
Brush my teeth
Spit out the coffee and distaste on my breath
At night I dream of bowing in front of red gold curtains
Costume only on my lips
A playbill
With my name an elipseys from the heaviest role
Happiness
People throw roses for fake smiles.
On the Isle of Man adrift in a rugged sea
the Children of Pride fell with Lucifer, they say,
fallen angels all, called Fairy, or Adhene….
fair of form yet stark are these sorrowful beauties.
The man-sized Adhene rule the other fairy
and often times wee small sprites dance upon their hand.
Both flit upon wings in a purple mountain’s lea
while men hide from the malevolent of their clan.
There darker kin dwell down deep within the caverns
and cause much misery in the heaviest fog,
Yet most are beauties, benevolent and quite kind
never troubling travelers as coming along.
With translucent wings, flaxen hair, and deep dark eyes,
safe within the rush of waterfalls they may hide.
Some say you can hear them sing if you sit awhile
for until Judgment Day right here they must abide.
And don’t forget to pray, when you walk near the tide
God save me, save me do, from the Children of pride.
*Adhene/The Manx fairies were called Adhene
and known as Cloan ny moyrn, which means the Children of Pride/Ambition,
because they were regarded as having been fallen angels
cast from heaven but too good for hell.
Once read that a kangaroo can't jump
Unless its tail is touching the ground
I've tried it and I couldn't jump either
I too was literally earthbound
Heaviest land mammal is the elephant
Weighing close to 8,000 pounds
Me mum-in-law comes in a close second
Those booms are her walking around
A quarter has 119 grooves on its edge
A dime has only 118 grooves
Bet you'll be able to sleep well tonight
This information tends to soothe
A whale's heart beats only 9 times a minute
Faster when they're having sex
Imagine the picture you guys are seeing
Afterward, smoking a cigarette
It's a little-known fact that baby robins
Eat 14 feet of worms a day
The heartburn these guys must be having
Need lotsa Pepto Bismol I'd say
If you decide to walk all the way to the sun
It would take you bout 2000 years
If someone started back in 18 A.D.
They're just about to burn up, I fear
In Turkey, back in the 16th century
Drinking coffee could get you hanged
Imagine if they killed you for that today
Populations would drop with a bang
Every 8 seconds, a new baby is born
Every 14 seconds there's a death
Suggest we all stop having sex every night
Coz there won't be any space left!
Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing the existence of her memories.
Appearing in somber ashen,
Overcast by doubts – catastrophe,
Shrinking beneath seas of dejection,
Unwarranted shadows,
Casting careless heartaches,
Destined to fail – the misery so real,
Unwelcome as the tears, trailing,
Like dew, soft and soothing,
Pulsating through the veins who remember…
Ascending in the lost hues,
Dusky death, her faded words so wrong,
Like a sad, sad song…
Lingering on the soul, deaf
To the colors of hope, the vibrant
Charms of cheery gold and bubbly rose,
Healing the heart, risking all the beautiful
For the moments when pleasant feelings
Fall, like rain – softly blessing away all fear,
Washing away the pain with a breath,
Gasping for the moments before death,
Stole the laughter from the dreams,
The sensitivity from the subtle memories.
Climbing the moments before grief
Struck the soul with its night,
Reminding that autumn, yes, the fall…
She always comes to call,
Leaving only the naked branches,
The whispers of wind, caressing the still
Cool blessings, tenderly
Like a flowing grace, abiding
Pouring out her promises of life
Even after the graveside service has drained,
All the beautiful from the colors,
Colors of grief, meant to bring a heart peace.
Yes, these colors of grief,
They’ll always abide to relieve,
Comforting the souls who can see past –
The loss, into the promise of heaven eternal.
Listen to the aching prayers, the promise is there,
Alive in the memories, in the gentleness,
Where a still reflection of God’s breathless harmony –
Kisses away every anxiety,
Reassures and consoles, lightens the heaviest loads,
With the promise of a home with Him in heaven above,
A home made of His pure, sweet love!
He loved me enough to sacrifice His life upon a cross,
Offering me salvation so my life wouldn’t be a loss.
He provided the way for me to be saved eternally,
Changing both my heart and soul, converting me internally.
He listened to all my fears and wiped away my tears,
Protecting me from the darkness of doubt that despairs.
He welcomed me to speak to Him, answering my prayers,
Sometimes sending His angels to me – angels unawares.
He broke the heaviest chains that held me to my sins,
Reminding me that grace is where He always begins.
He silenced the temptations that sometimes tore me down,
Pulling me from the murky past where I thought I’d drown.
He sought me with His grace and love, stirred my heart to believe.
With Him, there is no doubt of the joy that will relieve.
He never lets the shadows destroy my faith and love.
Forever, He is with me – the answer from above.
Jesus will never leave the ones who He saves from this realm.
He brings a peace that assures no grief will overwhelm.
"Sometimes the smallest act of kindness becomes the brightest light along our darkest road."
He is one in a million--
a hand that reached out
when the world was silent,
and when kindness was rare.
Reg(Rej), though we have never met,
I feel your goodness
in the way it touched my path.
When I had nowhere to go,
you were there...
proof that the Lord sends hearts
to lift the fallen when hope runs thin!
For twenty-one nights, I walked alone
smiling at strangers…
never letting them see the weight I carried.
My knees ached,
my feet swollen,
my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
And still I told myself:
no one could run this race for me.
So I pressed forward
clutching courage in the dark,
holding on to the feeble flame of hope
that someone, somewhere
would understand without judgment.
Then came you...
A quiet proof that mercy endures,
that kindness still weaves its way through the dark
and even when the night is heaviest,
daylight will arrive.
When I finally reach my destination..
I will turn my face to the sun
and keep this treasure close:
that somewhere along the way home,
I found you...
and kept you in my heart.
Just when the weight on my shoulders feels heaviest;
Just when my world of problems is making me cry;
Just when the crazies around me are at their craziest …
… the butterfly flutters by.
Just when I reach the end of the rope I hang onto;
Just when I am ready to ask the Good Lord, “Why?”;
Just when my head is about to split in two …
… the butterfly flutters by.
And suddenly, the weight is less heavy;
No tears do I need to cry;
The crazies regain their sanity …
… and the butterfly winks an eye.
The rope is my salvation;
The Good Lord gives His reply;
My head is in one piece again
… sing praise to the butterfly.