Best Host Poems
If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.
Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile dewy haze..
soft breathe warm against skin from dearest host.
Moment waits untended a dreamer's call,
something I can never give you again.
Bodice caught on nail of new lover's wall,
though we may choose to return now and then.
Tarried too long look'g to horizon's edge..
promised heart unharmed, now pulled from a ledge.
The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.
They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared
and all about, His wondrous glory shone.
The shepherd, much afeared,
shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared.
But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold,
I bring you tidings of great joy!"
And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold,
Immanuel, a boy,
announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi.
And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown,
the veil drawn back, a mere facade;
surrounding him, a multitude had grown.
A sight that overawed:
the host of heaven singing, glorifying God.
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for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 12/3/22
From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...
DOPE LED ME HERE TO BOAST ABOUT THE HOLY HOST
I was there when at first you were enraptured
But me, God and The Holy Ghost knew you were captured
I was the only one who tried desperately to teach you
However my arms are far too short to reach you
So go ahead and shoot the s**t
I don’t mind it even a little bit
But don’t come to me when your skin is crawling
Or when the source of your habit is calling
Don’t ask me to end your painful sweat
Because you need a lesson you’ll never forget
You have to see what it feels like when you stop
Because every time the powder told you to hop you’d hop
Everyone knew I was once like you but I got smart
And I was there when your savior told you not to start
You can begin by being beautiful and rich with greed
But soon your veins will cry out for what they need
They require what Jesus advised you not to try
When I was the only one who gave a damn if you were to die
The Son Of Man begged me to beg you to please say “no”
But you were enraptured and then captured with no whereto go
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Edgar A Host
It was a lovely Sunday afternoon
All the Guests has just finished Tea
One in particular though
Why he was staring at me
I asked if all was to his satisfaction
He smiled, with delight,
Not at all being the silent type
He replied, why all is splendid as can be
He expanded by complimenting my flower garden
Very unique, colorful and so full of birds and the bees
He had promenaded with another dark fellow with a windy breeze
He kept is tongue as the other expounded on the fate of life's dream
I smiled all too well knowing the philosophers dance
As well as the irony that we had met by circumstance
We both gazed out upon, whilst the sun did glance
At the beauty of the rose and the fools who think chance
I was the Host
He was the Guest
Poe was the dark soul
Albert the scientist enjoying his role
We laughed in comradery and lighted cigars
Edgar & Edgar, sounds like a law firm ready to spar
Ah but I the host and he the humble guest
Had a cheerful laugh, whilst being Sunday God did rest
MOTHER NATURE'S THE HOST
Looking down on animals because with mouths
they don't talk
Is human arrogance is which happens a lot
It brings out how short sighted humans can be
Animal intelligence is beyond what humans can see
Animals communicate with just a flick of the tail or eyes
Their communication skills humans can't even surmise
The natural world humans left long ago
Caring only about new movies or a TV show
Nature for humans is a foreign word to most
Forgetting planet Earth is where Mother
Nature's the host
I'm a fine host whose good heart is spacious
But some thoughts I let in are pugnacious
They're snotty and rude
Playing golf with my mood
It's a curse being giving and gracious
11/23/22
ALARMING GHASTLY GHOSTLY HOST--
I saw an alarming ghost,
It wasn't all by choice;
I saw a scary spectre,
swapping alarming for scary...entomb host;
swapping ghost for the spectre,
gravesite loyal protector;
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I saw an alarming ghost;
I heard a ghastly ghost,
swapping alarming for a ghastly scary loyal host;
6/12/19
I was thinking the other day.
What if the President came to stay.
As I set and fiddle my finger.
These questions began to linger.
I would welcome him with open arms.
Impress him with my humble charms.
Should I serve him a simple meal?
Or maybe prepare him a feast of veal?
Through I like him quite a lot.
Do I make him sleep on a cot?
If I let him sleep in my room.
Must I make it smell like French perfume.
Remind him it's not his bed to hog.
He will be rooming with my dog.
Can I put him out of doors?
Make him do my garden chores.
After he is done with that.
He could clean the box of my cat.
He'll split wood for the fire.
Help the wife change my pickup tire.
Sweep mud off the old front stoop.
Then shovel out my chicken coop.
Perhaps we could find the time to talk.
After he takes the dog to walk.
I could have him wash my car.
Maybe.... It's just a bit too far.
Should he find the need to shower.
Pray he does not take an hour.
When he visits, It will be mine to boast.
I will be the perfect host.
Host Nation Crass Action
It is downright embarassing to review a viral video clip...
Of a group of black attired chanting in unison to a beat...
Presumably they were out in full force as soccer fans...
Easily overwhelming the rival team and their travelling fans..
In their misbegotten zest to show ardent support to the national team...
They forgot about common courtesy and sportsmanship and behave so ugly...
They were dancing and chanting insulting phrases and unpleasant things...
Reviewing such a video clip and knowing they are fellow Malaysians, I am ashamed..
How much about Singapore do they really know, that they have to show....
Their animalistic bestiality in singing, Singapore Itu Anjing...
So very disappointing to see this, when it is merely a football match...
How could this ever has to come about, how could a host nation's fans be so crass....
Could it be decades of much lauded supremacy in race and religion in this nation...
Plus jealousy and animosity from unbridled misinformation about the Singapore nation....
That brings out this shameful animosity in crowd behaviour from a host nation...
The Singaporean nation has spurted head and shoulders ahead as a prosperous nation..
While the Malaysian nation has descended down the dregs of economy as if in a comedy show...
Whither comes this open hostility to belittle and intimidate the national team from Singapore...
O, Where is the graciousness and sportsmanship befitting of our nation...
Or has the scourge of acceptable corruption blurred the values of this nation????
Update:
https://www.nst.com.my/sports/football/2017/10/297479/fam-cough-us56000-fines-offences-asian-cup-qualifiers-kuala-lumpur
Hohoho...
How it stings, when fans, players, coach and and FAM are punished for misbehaving...
Will this be the lesson to to mind all and sundry the need for sportsmanship...
The Host
Safe, keep me safe,
they are coming fast...they are here...
Circling, swarming,
I am the contents of their envelope,
sealed inside soon to be discarded...
Help, Help me please,
they won't release me...they keep me here...
staring, observing,
I am the subject of their experiment,
soon I will be tested on...
Leave, leave me now,
they are with me...they are a part of me...
sharing, consuming,
I am the cocoon to new life,
If only it were mine...
Different Kind Of Host/English
There is a spider on the Cosmos
He is a different kind of host
If you love sweet rich nectar
Soon you will be in his throat
Chinea'l E'agsu'la O'sta/ Irish Gaelic
In' spider ar an Cosmos
Ta' se' ina chinea'l e'agsu'la o'sta
Ma' ta' tu' gra' neachtar milis
Is gearr go mbeidh tu' in mo scornaigh
(If this is not correct, I used a
translater from English to Gaelic.)
Giant redwood trees
Native house with yard on lap
Hosting spring with care
The great cawing host
Fills the sky with wings and claws
Turning day to night
3rd place in 'Tattered Wings'
When you’re shaken and stirred by your love for another
And the song of the heart sends the head to the nether
When you clean all the grim off the hope to discover
The pale ghostly figure of a once strong lover
Standing over your shoulder and in the path before yer
All the words that was spent, all the touches too
How the blood pays the rent when the heart’s overdue
How the future’s forgotten when the past clutches you
How temperament is timed to the reenactments untrue
In the old habitual view of the beacons in the blue
All the wistful dreams admired in the over-exposed night
Secretly mishandled in the darkening morning light
Brilliantly disguised amidst the many a broken right
All pent up, packed and unboxed at heart’s aching sight
For the hard-eyed delight of which no ashes reignite
It’s a curled lip glossy spread and a pout at the ghost
It’s a damaged motor chanting on the road to the coast
Where lone-isle weary figures are cloaked standing on post
Claiming their measure, their misgiving, their bitter boast
About the thieving dream-host to whom they gave their heart most