Best Impeccably Poems
Women in my family
Indeed, are rustic-looking and homely
Wake up at four, of-course, with reluctance
Untie the cattle though with inner resistance
Wash each cow and buffalo so impeccably
Remove the dung as though very faithfully
Bake cow-dung-cakes (for fuel) artistically
See to the household drudgery altruistically
Six of them (as ours is a joint family) do not fail
Fight among them, for no reason, and even assail
Pick lice from each other's head, end-of-the-day
Forgetting all false enmities as though act of a play
Cooking, washing, child-rearing, tale-baring,
Sleep, cuddled together, tiredness overpowering...
24 June 2022
Women in my family Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
impeccably, family, women,
Form:
Free verse
RIDING THE TRAIN
Catchin' the train to the city makes an interesting day
Peak hours all the workers going to earn their pay
Many nationalities all different in their own way
And then there's the trains always a delay
I silently watch as I sit alone
Many of them busy on their phones
One calls for a ride they're nearly home
Another rejects a call number unknown
An elderly couple sit near the doors
Shopping trundle in hand, out to the stores
One another they obviously adore
Weekly shopping to them is no chore
A young man with headphones sits down below
Tapping his feet to the radio
Looks like a student with a portfolio
Maybe Art he looks like Michelangelo
A middle aged woman above takes a seat
Dressed impeccably she's extremely neat
As she sits you can see her physique
Very fit but oh so petite
A group of young students are making a noise
Some other passengers it really annoys
One of them says 'Can you be quiet please Boys'
But they just get worse and increase their voice
A mum with a pram and a child in tow
Pointing through the doors at the arched rainbow
The child sits on a seat looking out the window
Mum's in a hurry but the trains' on a go slow
The end of the day and I'm heading home
A busker at the station plays his xylophone
The station manager speaks into a speaker phone
It's amazing the walks of life a train ride has shown!
Categories:
impeccably, day, people, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
The Magic Of The Oak (Part 1 of 4)
A Green and White Production
The tree near my wall
has a door, very small
When I'm flat on my tummy I see
A handgrip in brown
A mailbox with crown
But the whole is too tiny for me
A window frame blue
That they can look through
When checking for rain from the sky
With a curtain of red
A sill for fresh bread
And sometimes a raspberry pie
A kettle all black
Small plates on a rack
All painted with herbs in bright green
Five bowls with a spoon
That know, very soon
Some soup will be served made of beans
The tree tends to smile
When after a while
An elf peeks his head out the door
A plump little fellow
His hat colored yellow
The brown one he already wore
His voice roars: "There's food!"
And all in good mood
Four lean elfs come tumbling in
They're all dressed in tights
Impeccably white
With small beards adorning their chins
(to be continued.....)
***
July 11, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Categories:
impeccably, fairy, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
S he weaves her magic with every write
U nforgettable verse, enchanting delights
S onnets, collaborations, free verse, rhymes
A stonishingly fresh imagery, pearls sublime
N uanced romanticism, so delicate, so fine...
A iming her Cupid's arrow straight at our hearts
S teamy, sultry, sensual masterpieces of art
L ove affairs exquisitely conceived and created
E ach phrase, impeccably crafted, has lured and fascinated
Y ou and me -- as we thrill to her wizardry, captivated
Categories:
impeccably, appreciation, friend, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Name
Your ocular perceivers are the most resplendent ones ever kenned to mankind, they are as abstruse as the ocean and yet so captivating, The word dainty was engendered when they have no words for your lips, Your smile gladdens the heart of a man as wine gladdens mans heart, Your voice bring ecstasy and drives out sorrows within the soul of the hearer, Your face is the most elegant impeccably proportioned in appearance, if an artist is to do one final piece of art, they would be probing for you because they ken it would be the impeccable piece. Your personality is so genial, fun, doting, and so alluring. Viewing your disrobement is like a thunderbolt of sexual pleasure even a dysfunctional man will stand erect by the view, Your voluptuous body is more than that of a damsel and Aphrodite is less resplendency compare to you. I feel like I fulminated you cause I have degrade your resplendency by defining, describing, and comparing you with words of comeliness. You are not to be compared by or describe by any man. Cause your resplendency is that kind of resplendency beyond description. You are crafted by God himself, the greatest artist of all time. Thanks to your father and mother for not utilizing condom to bring out the definition of comeliness into this earth. You are the hyperbole of resplendency.
Categories:
impeccably, beauty, creation, cute love,
Form:
Imagism
O thee I praise, and I sure ain’t fakin’
The fairest ether of carnal substance, our bacon!
That unctuous crunch so satisfying
I can already hear my fat cells sighing
Yea, about you there’s not one thing faulty
You make fried eggs so impeccably salty
A special treat from the Lord, yes I dig
Which is why he hid you inside a pig
Kindly don’t regard me a barbarian,
But you’re proof that God's no vegetarian
There is no shame in how I thee adore
I’d even pick you up after six seconds on the floor
Sweet minutes after, the glorious aftertaste lingers
Extra can be found on my greasy fingers
O dear Lord, may we never run out
Of the sweetest treat behind the muddy snout!
5/16/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
impeccably, food, humor, love,
Form:
Couplet
He plied the Mississippi River on the paddle wheeler 'Dandy Dame'.
Gamblin' was his profession and three-card monte was his game.
He became very creative at palmin' that elusive ace of spades.
Such dexterity and sleight of hand he had practiced for decades!
He embarked in Saint Louis for a cruise to the town of New Orleans.
On his arm hung one of his gaudily dressed bordello 'queens'!
He wore diamond rings on each finger and impeccably tailored suits,
A homburg hat, pearl studs, gold-tipped cane and alligator boots!
He toted a concealed derringer just in the event there was trouble,
And he took a table near the door so he could lam on the double!
He ordered Jack Daniels bourbon for the dudes he was soon to con,
And sized up the naive and hapless victims who dared to take him on!
The gambler let others win a hand or so to make them feel at ease.
His shill closely watched as the gambler, his moment was to seize!
His winnin's piled up as bettors tried to locate the shiftin' ace.
Losers dropped out of the game and other suckers took their place!
One astute monte player saw the scam and called the gambler's hand.
He drew his forty-fours, chairs toppled and folks fled to beat the band!
The gambler drew his rod but he met his God, blood oozin' on the floor!
His sobbin' 'queen' clasped him to her breast to know his love no more!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Paula Swanson's "Pick A Card, Any Card" Contest - Jun 2011
Categories:
impeccably, funny
Form:
Rhyme
'Our Mother'
Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop
So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and shoe
Even perfume richly scented
Numbered bottle gives the clue
Never more elegant a lady
Than the stylish Mrs Mannell
Surely can't be just co-incidence
That her name rhymes with Chanel?
For pleasure; Mum rode her horses
Liked playing hard and drinking gin
Slip in friends and glass of champers
And her heart you'd surely win
Of her job she could wax lyrical
And of work being her miracle
A workaholic one might say
Toiled every cent of hard earned pay
Mum frequented finest restaurants
If dined with Margaret you would discern
Whether lunching at the Ivy
Or in Paris, of course; Jules Verne
Mum once painted chairs and pottery
And boiled up fudge to taste
She made luscious chocolate mousse those days
And yoga trimmed her waist
Mum sketched and drew with creative flare
Gave her loving cats amazing care
She sung out loud never just a hum
Then taught me to be a Mum
We all knew different parts of Mum
But between us we all know
Her strength could be a barrier
"Dahhling, don't let feelings show"
No matter what we all admire in her
With love and pride we glow
At the sea of people facing her
Must not let tear drops flow
A formidable woman Margaret
Or as Peggi to many friends
Just 'Mum' to my sister and I
And where this poem almost ends
She was Grandma Peg to four granddaughters
And now a great grand-son
Who knew she stayed and fought
To become a great grand mum
So to the 'bar', let's go raise glasses
For this tough old bird please grin
She'd hate to see sad faces
No tears while drinking gin
'Our mother'
For Margaret Mannell's funeral
By Victoria Payne
Categories:
impeccably, death, funeral, mother, mother
Form:
Rhyme
A wealthy hedge manager was arrested
Friends said he was
Demanding
Bold
A risk taker
Impeccably dressed
Impressive to watch
He didn’t tolerate mistakes
Because time was money.
His wife cried in court
Stood by him
Until the girlfriends came out
Hints of lavish parties
Money spent on expensive jewelry
Secrets kept
Signs ignored by those
Paid to watch.
Dozens of executives
Arrested
Now cooperating
Operations closed down
Employees let go
In an uncertain economy.
Investors
Lost
Money
Savings depleted
Trust never regained
For some it was the end of the road.
The market goes up
The market goes down
Because of a man
Who stole in plain sight
With nothing to hide.
Categories:
impeccably, life
Form:
Narrative
I walked with the Aura of confidence
like it wasn't pretend
Shoulders back
Chin up
as each leg would extend
Contemplating the kind of message
I wanted to send
A fair bit short of handsome
Yet was impeccably dressed
Would anyone be convinced?
I hoped they'd be impressed
Up to the podium
Ready for my speech
The microphone crackled
My voice came out as a screech
More than a bit embarrassed
I was redder than a peach
I sat and cleared my throat
Adjusted the glasses on my nose
Picked up where I left off
as I crossed all of my toes
The crowd started to encourage me
As to my feet I finally rose
Soon I had forgotten
Moments earlier I had froze
So if you ever find yourself
in such an awkward place
Take all the time you need
it's a speech, it's not a race
The audience wants to help you
Those who have done it know your pain
If they together encourage you
You'll be able to do it again
With more practice comes confidence
In the end it won't be pretend
You are the one and only you
With a special message to extend.
Categories:
impeccably, anxiety, spoken word, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
The world await to see my bride
The wait is over
To my family, friends, colleagues and the entire universe
I present to you… the mother of my children
The beauty that defined beautiful
She is the character that characterized the true womanhood
Her lifestyle set limitation for satanic operation within and outside her jurisdiction
She is the bridge that connect me to God and humanity
She is my queen coz she rule my kingdom
I call her my crown coz she crowned my royalty
She is rapturous, ecstatic… in her presence sorrow melt like wax
I call her miss independent coz she is dependable
She is my gold coz her beauty never fades
I call her treasure coz all the treasuries for a best life exist in her
She is my epitome of a true bride
Her physical physique is flawless
She is perfectly short and gorgeously tall
Her front view is impeccable and her back side is without glitch
Her point nose sat between her dove eyes
Her lips is impeccably shape like palm wine cup that invite everyone for a taste
Her complexion oppose my dark complexion
Thou are fair oh! My lady
Words are feeble to express her beauty
She is my epitome of a true bride
She is the native of south
Her tongue justified her nativity
The place where young women are prepared for life
House chores is her hobby
The meal from her magic room satisfies my soul and nourishes my body
She is from a place where husband enjoys royalty
Respect, humility, care, submission and above all unconditional love is written in their play book
The place where infidelity is a sacrilegious and it never an option, hence Endurance and hope for a better home overruled the option of divorce
Her home land is an epitome of where a true bride should originate
My bride very soon the traditional rite shall be fulfilled
Two different cultures shall be unified as Christ and church
Our languages shall be unified as understand and love
Our families shall be unifies as one
Altar is calling at the penultimate month
This is my transition to manhood.
Categories:
impeccably, bridal shower, i love
Form:
Blank verse
The clockwork has rusted
Into a stiff modern art statue,
Painted by nature, loathed by the
Masses, and loved by the few.
The gears scream in a failed revival;
The hands quiver, stuck on four and nine.
The Roman numerals no longer
Glister in the night; the bell tolls not.
The sun is frozen in the evening sky;
The moon is lost below the horizon.
The clouds do not change form,
And the snowflakes have stopped their descent.
Humanity carries out its errands,
Unbeknownst to cosmic complications
And the wars that are suddenly infinite:
For the day has now refused to end
And ignorant minds are trapped
In a broken time continuum.
Rages are unconquerable.
Lives are unbreakable,
And some are forever gone.
The birds migrate over impeccably
Calm waters, searching for lands
That are just ahead, but never appear.
Likewise, the sailors are eluded
By the lands, and, sadly, by the fishes.
Yet how can they know of their troubles?
How can they know of something more?
That they are perpetually enclosed?
Where is the oil to ease the metallic pains
Of the beautiful, gothic clock tower?
How will she breathe once more?
How will she sing to the cities?
The bells shall toll no more.
Categories:
impeccably, philosophy, time,
Form:
Free verse
METICULOUS
Thom Love Pruett – his effect on absolutely
everyone around him –
Impeccably dressed
Moderately slight in stature and weight
With features suggesting a certain hauteur and
With promise of shrill snippiness should he
be upset
His expectations of those close enough to
converse are maniacal
And apply equally to self
Things have a definite love of geometry
Yes! A geometry of things but
Just things like
A bathroom towel how it hangs just so
The kitchen cupboard all things at proper
Interval and height
You name it
Seldom, though, does Thom Love consider
flesh
another’s feelings
One might ask – how can such an outright
consistent prig have friends?
Well neat-freak Thom Love (never just
Thom) holds aces in the monetary and
political game
If you pucker up your ass-kissing lips and
do so with a loving smile
Thom Love might, so called, set-you-up
He rules the Pruett Tower with a strong
but latex-gloved hand
And you’d best be dressed with conservative
Care
Lest Thom Love – known secretly as Pru –
will assume his awful prune wrinkled
dried apricot stare
Blame it on his childhood house –
A dwelling of three odd souls –
Where all was in dusty dirty array -
dinner dishes stacked by a greasy sink
floors caked with brown stain
did I mention they had many cats?
nothing thrown away – books
magazines stacked high
windows grayed from tobacco smoke
I could go on and on
Well at 21 Thom Love came
into an inheritance
from a sane deceased member
of the Pruett clan
After his parents died in a house fire
He vowed to put all around him in proper
(geometric) orders
Should you run into Thom Love
He’ll not shake your hand but
Examine your clothes your studs your
glasses your watch with gleaming eyes
Dave Austin
Categories:
impeccably, people,
Form:
Free verse
He never believed in love at first sight!
Spurious hogwash, or so he thought.
Yet he felt a magnetic fascination,
Seeing her alone, sipping a cool exotic drink,
Dressed impeccably in local folklore attire.
He was deeply attracted for she was
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He felt stirred by emotions supernal,
Like a bee sucking nectar from every glamorous bloom.
Nature unparalleled had a way to provoke him.
Drinking at the bar, what was supposed to be
One for the road, his next air flight.
It was not to be. He cancelled his trip home.
Back at the bar she was not to be seen.
Ah luckless love, what devious tricks it plays
On most poor mortals! Had she not smiled at him?
Pierced his heart, provoked intoxication of love?
In his exalted admiration of her, he vowed:
He would never leave until she's found.
Categories:
impeccably, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
"Renovation After A Narcissist"
(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)
Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life,
Living in my heart causing me stress and strife,
Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty,
Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty,
To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril.
I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile.
Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell,
Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel.
All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound,
Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound,
Of reason, of logic, of any common sense,
Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense.
All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained,
The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained.
The mutilation is evident everywhere I look,
As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took.
I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance,
But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance,
Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep,
Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep.
All the masquerading of his many twisted clones,
Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones,
Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end,
But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend.
For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech,
I have now extricated with a ton of bleach.
No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust,
Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must.
The task shall be done, impeccably carried through,
Until my heart is healed and once again anew.
There will be no vacancy until this work's complete,
Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
impeccably, abuse, character, evil,
Form:
Rhyme