Best Hounded Poems
I.
In the year sixteen hundred and thirty-five
I was a fool young man known as Ludwig,
back from the wars and flush with new money,
spent it on fine whores and copious drink.
One pale lady led me out into the street
where her pimp stood in shinning moonlight,
he smiled at her, said,”How nice of you,
I was thinking of feasting tonight.”
Before I could even start to react
his fangs had sank deep into my neck,
she joined in too, this woman I had held,
I black out and don’t recall what came next.
When I came too I was in a dark cave
and cried out, thankful that I was alive,
yet when I tried to walk t in the sun
it seared and sizzled my ghost-pale hide.
I’d never believed the legends were true,
but I now had no breath or heart-beat,
and when the sun set, I went out for food,
no meal would satisfy my deep cravings.
I made it six days, or should I say nights,
before the hunger overcame my will,
stalked a poor post-rider in the countyside,
recall the screams that came from my first kill.
I felt something within crumble that day,
a hollow emptiness grew deep inside,
knowing that with every kill that I made
meant another piece of my soul had died.
Before long I fled my Bavaria,
the peoples were getting restless and mean,
traveled across Europe, moving often,
forced to ‘live’ by acts heinous and obscene.
It was in Scotland three long years later,
hiding in the highlands from an angry mob,
unable to come out for days on end,
the growing hunger, it painfully throbbed.
When turned a vampire loses their blood
which causes their bodies to shut down,
I was so hungry I was driven mad,
in my mania I drained dry a cow!
Then to my surprise I felt the hunger
fade away and leave me feeling all-right,
it was any blood that would slake my thirst,
I didn’t have to take any more lives!
You think this would improve my situation,
but in truth it hurt me all the more,
couldn’t help but ask why had I never
bothered to ask this question before?
All the lives I had brought to an end,
all the families I had let bereft,
gad I the wits to ask these questions then
not a one would’ve had to face death.
The truth of these failings hounded my heels,
there was to be no peace within me,
until one night in France I came upon
ancient stone walls of a monastery…
CONTINUES IN PART II
Categories:
hounded, change, dark, evil, faith,
Form:
Epic
I have found what I consider a great prize:
In an oyster was a pearl of enormous size.
The villagers have all flocked around me.
This great jewel is what they have come to see.
This could bring my wife and I some money.
Now, I can see a future for our baby.
However, my once friendly neighbors hate me.
My wife and I are victims of their jealousy.
They are trying to get my pearl out of trickery.
Having no value is what they want to convince me.
For medical care, they demanded I pay.
My baby got very sick and died the other day.
Bad luck and misfortune have hounded us all the way.
This pearl is unlucky and not welcome anymore.
I will throw it back into the water where I found it before.
Based on the short story “The Pearl” by the late John Steinbeck.
March 15, 2013
Categories:
hounded, adventure, grief, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Jesse James the Perfect Outlaw
Jess James,
Rode the wild west in flames,
Some call him a hero outlaw,
His blazing revolver made him a bad criminal
Jesse and his brother Frank James
Poesy hounded down these names
Bloodthirsty military barbarians
Sometimes I wonder if they were vegetarians
Jess James needed no standoff
Threatening him made him, COUGH! COUGH!
Shot in the back of the head,
I'm so glad Robert is also dead.
~†~
Categories:
hounded, angst, hero, history,
Form:
Clerihew
A novice pet store clerk named Keatcue
Was told by a client to have a Shih-Tzu.
The clerk thought that a personal smear,
And barked insults into the client’s ear
Thus putting himself into deep Shih-Tzu doo.
Categories:
hounded, dog, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
hounded, home, loss, moving on,
Form:
Villanelle
Our childhood was selfish reign
did nothing but cause personal pain
our parents did naught for the self-worth gain
but ridiculed us into shame.
All our lives we tried to change
the internal dialogue negative was
rejection hounded like a savage dog
not able to let go of its forming fog.
We ran away to seek our fortunes
but self destruct was meant to be
life was hard, a test you see
the best wasn't meant to be.
The least we knew, but wanted more
why not settle the shameful score
because rejection sits at the core
keeping love outside the door.
I know the answer! Self-help books adorn
read with fever but left forlorn
happiness clouded as I now morn
left wishing I was never born.
Everything I've tried was to heal
this became my Achilles Heel.
The wheel of life, the circle done
I accept my lot, rejection won.
Categories:
hounded, how i feel, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Some songs
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Some words
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true
There was a widow
With a son
He was a spunky lad
And when she found
Another man
The boy turned
Mean and sad.
The maid who cleaned the widow’s house
Saw the what was going on.
How each day the battle raged
As soon as she was gone.
The man took off
His silver belt
And like a man insane
He beat the boy, he cursed at him
And called him filthy names.
The mother’s love had maddened him
He hounded the poor child
Jealousy had filled his head
By hate his heart defiled.
He loved the widow, now his wife
Her son was in the way.
He sent the boy away to school
On that their wedding day.
The boy wrote home--
He hated school
They beat him there and worse
They starved the boy
To punish him
For writing silly verse.
The boy wrote home to plead his case
He promised to be good.
He begged to be at home again
He’d even chop the wood!
At the widow’s urging
The man re-read the letter
'He must come home'--his sweetheart cried--
'He's promised to be better.'
The man sent off the widow
Quick to get her son
She left him on the next train
Before the day’d begun.
The day was hot, the winds were bad
The clouds, they shouted rain
The neighbors said that angels wept
As they hailed the train
The man stopped by to get the mail
Without his widow’d wife
Another letter from the school
How tiresome was his life!
He put the letter in his bag
And headed his way home
When bedtime came he got it out
He liked to read alone.
'Your son is dead,' the letter said,
The hand was from a man
the school was starving naughty boys
the lawmen had a plan.
The school would close, the boys all leave
But one boy would remain.
The dead boy would be with his ma
When she returned by train.
The man who loved the widow
And took her for his wife
Hanged himself before the dawn
And took his own dear life.
The widow and her son
Returned through beating rains
She walked into that darkened house
And blew apart her brains.
Categories:
hounded, passion, school, son, son,
Form:
Ballad
Who’s To Blame?
Did you ever get the blame,
For a crime you didn’t commit?
Did you rant and rave,
Scream for justice
Or quietly submit?
Are you more a man than Adam
Who when found taking from the tree..
Acted like the little boy
Who shrieks ‘It wasn’t me!’
Knowing he was guilty,
He tried to shift the blame,
Forgetting his responsibility
In an effort to hide his shame.
Much like Saul who did the same
To his own men at Amalek
Not wanting accountability
He sought only to save his own neck.
Or are you more like Joseph
Who when falsely accused of rape
Waited silently in a prison cell
For Jehovah to provide escape
Do you resemble David,
Who when hounded by the King
Never sought to retaliate
But entrusted his God with everything.
Is your love enough that you
Can take the blame for others?
If not, then how is it you say
‘I’d give my life for my brothers!’
There was once a man
Who lived a life
Without a single error.
Such a man could acquire
For himself much power
And rule with a hand of terror.
But rather he chose
To serve the weak
Forsaking this world’s pleasure
Giving up that perfect life for us
With a love that knows no measure.
And when they nailed him
High upon the stake
It was no cause for sorrow
For he took the blame
From Adam’s sin
To the ones we’ll make tomorrow.
And as he died in agony
Did he shift the blame upon you?
No, but he said, “Father forgive them
For they don’t know what they do”
A.Jarvis February 1995
Categories:
hounded, bible, christian, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 7
Who has not wished somebody battered to death
The janitor one’s lawyer an ex-bed fellow
Feel in dark recesses mocking monkey breath
Who has not shoved the blame for one’s set-back birth
Neighbour wife having a ball daily down below
Who has not wished somebody battered to death
Who has not tossed and turned on how to cheat Death
The junkie the usurer Santa Claus on furlough
Feel in the dark recesses mocking monkey breath
Feel the heart tighten thoughts of those under wreath
Those who toiled luckless never to see theirs grow
Who has not wished somebody battered to death
Find after all wierd monsters deep in one’s depth
Break out some smooth summer’s day dark as glow
Feel in dark recesses mocking monkey breath
Some Gandhi hounded by lust reduced to wraith
Invite violence into one’s own sleepy hollow
Who has not wished somebody battered to death
Feel in dark recesses mocking monkey breath
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
hounded, allegory, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Horatio Haiku Horn
What was a haiku
Did it get all over you
Or was I all wrong.
A haiku have heard
Can be completely absurd
Unless a bright bird.
If you knew haiku
Like I shown have known haiku
Things could become verse.
(Unless you want to use worse,
Could become a curse.)
What if I had been
Wondering where to begin
Having a haiku.
Did see dim glimmer
Of water which would simmer
Poem will start to write.
Might be me that lied
So in haiku I should hide
Mouth which opens wide.
Had impressive grade
For haiku they found well laid
Now I have it made.
Between me and you
Had been hounded by a haiku
More might write a few.
Make mine moribund
Found no money in my fund
Am over and done.
What if you placate
Then will start to contemplate
Would be a weird trait.
Haiku was heinous
Crime and if romanticist
Saw name on long list.
How long will you wait
So why have to hesitate
Best to be not late.
What should I surmise
When I start to realize
Forgot to bring beer.
Fools always do fret
Having been deeper in debt
Things get better yet.
How much should we steel
When you want to wheel and deal
Start some tax repeal.
Of course, this is best part
that I have saved for last.
What would be absurd
Oddest thing you ever heard
Lady was big bird.
(Or Johnson if you prefer;
Enough to endure.)
So what do you think
Should be flushed down kitchen sink
And not raise a stink.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
PS. Category is outstandingly humorous.
Categories:
hounded, crazy, funny, silly,
Form:
Haiku
The government proposes a new danger threatening our lives
in order to sell you their protection racket against it
Fear is the successful product used by ancient empires
if we do not bow down they will punish the so called guilty
making everyone feel helpless in the eyes of those brainwashed
The devil is anti God driving people to hate anyone whom opposes his controlling plan
many will sell their souls promoting vaccines as the miracle cure
those that die will be called a small sacrifice to save the planet
those that cry wolf will be hounded and condemned for having a false opinion and betrayed by their neighbours
Closing churches is the first sign of this communist take over
many bats blinded by their own deluded truth suffer inwardly
they have become the virus pushing their submission on others
A broken generation has lost all love and understanding
judging people by the standards they hold under control
what choice talks of curfews and promoting lock downs
draconian measures will be used against the innocent put in place
The spirit of this sauce is hiding behind the mask
exposed by the lying stories, fake media outlets
even fact checker is bought by the globalists
The deceiver has infiltrated the heart of this world
he has turned and divided people to go against each other
Categories:
hounded, abuse, betrayal, conflict, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does it stop ?
Down to twenty wi’ houses on top
The infrastructure is little
Planners and government fickle
Greenbelt is pointless and brittle
Farmers berated for removing hedges and trees
Yet with urban spread, it’s the accepted disease
Tyres, bottles, wire, bricks and stone can’t be mown
Poisonous garden waste and domestic rubbish thrown
Working farms overwhelmed, engulfed and surrounded
Unworkable as animals are regularly hounded
Mechanical and vet bills compounded
Abilities and patience are seriously tested
However much time money and effort invested
rubbish knackers machines and kills animals when ingested
It matters not how well the farm is managed
Gates left open, animals and boundaries continually damaged
Old farmhouses swallowed up, all out of place
Invaded by alien architecture, right in their face
Greenfield sites with scant protections
Built-up outline grows more projections
New estates in all directions
Exponential town growth,
Ribbon development, conurbation sloth
gradual creep, sudden crawl
Houses and industrial units, landscape awl
Removes the countryside whole, urban sprawl…
Categories:
hounded, city, environment, farm, urban,
Form:
Free verse
The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.
Categories:
hounded, death, farewell, lost, lost
Form:
Couplet
AS IT SNOWED
(poem ending with the fine print in a liquor ad)
As it snowed, I heard thunder
*the gods bowling snowballs to keep themselves warm.
Then the avalanche came.
*like lovers who run both hot and cold.
The gods buried themselves until their Russian wolfhounds arrived.
*I remember feeling good that gods had wolfhounds,
Russian or otherwise.
The wolfhounds fell in love with the snow.
*it surrounded them and hounded them, coolly.
It made a wolfhound cocktail topped with a cherry,
*which Smirnoff copyrighted for the common man.
"Drink responsibly"
First lines by Nola Perez
Second lines by Michael Perez
Posted for the Poet Destroyer
Categories:
hounded, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
Fierce, fiery, forgotten, forever
Enthralling, endless, elegant, enraged
Agitated, angry, anxious, autonomy
Resentful, release, rhythm-less, repent
Over, old-fashioned
Flash, finished
Destiny, dust, delicate, destruction, distraught
Effortless, eternal, expiration, empty, exhale
Alone, asleep, apprehension, alarm, anguish
Terminal, thralldom, taken, tender, tortured
Heavy, honoured, hounded, hurt, hushed
Categories:
hounded, death, humanity, leaving, life,
Form:
Acrostic