Best Interfered Poems
Resurrections lone fallen spiritual being, kneeling within the darkness of mine
Own tormented soul, broken, fractured at fetters ivory appendages, a flightless
Angelic Dark winged angel standing alone, weeping in the nights blackened clouds of utter blindness, a disarmed shield maiden of heavens grace!
Seeking the lightning storms final thrust of thunders rapture, my burnt scorched
Feathers descend cascading downwards, as melting leaves captured in the
Autumn winds of betrayals flame of the sinful heart, left unsheathed!
Virtue’s innocence lies slain in the battlefield of mercy’s shamed, shattered
Is the core of faith’s fragile child, lost amongst the hailing hurricane,
Battered and bruised, the white dove soars beyond clarity’s grasp!
Biting tears clash against the bare exposed flesh, stinging with malice’s
Hatred, as the face of God shuns this black fleeced lamb, whom broke
The vows promise, and interfered in the world of man!
Banished daughter of the light, unable to capture the winds of flight,
Transcendences none descendant trapped by the loving spirit
Willing to help the mortal being, begging for mercy’s compliance!
Yet shadowed by the dark illusions of the hastening storm of
Ignorance, she shed forgiveness tears on behalf of the unworthy,
For in the night humanities brethren turn away from the hungry,
Homeless, and the lost children that huddle within the darkness!
Thin are the clouds separation, as the storms rage begins to abate
Gods anger grows to the point of understandings loving, the grates
Of heaven casts shafts of grace, weakened by the hailing wake,
The lamb is unable to move amongst the silences eye of the hurricane!
Ever gently is lowered the cradle, the rocking crib of the healing
Miracle set at the flash points ushering of forgiveness, for the Shepard
Has reclaimed that which was lost!
In chorus spiritual assembly a small figure sings with heights
Reverence’s praise, and the master of the divine smiles
Upon this child of light, for her voice shines above all others,
For she is the fallen, now arisen with the wings
Of the outcastes singed!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
All human life on earth starts in a school!
In my case I was born just left of hell
It was a simple time but not that cool
This hell was time spent in a hot jail cell
I went and suffered on my own through it
Hell was about soul survival, not strange
Hell did have this one thing going for it
It was a time in my life of great change
Basic painful change is all I could see
I think it could be the fire burning part
In a way this was maybe good for me
We all hate to change and make a restart
Again, I think it’s the fire burning thing
But Phoenix had more surprises to bring
My small world became a much bigger space
This was the time I discovered schoolgirls
a Schoolgirl did not have a woman’s grace
but newly discovered power that twirls
Almost like a boy with a BB gun
Unfortunately I felt their focus
Maiming with no regard and just for fun
Resisting their girl power was hopeless
This dangerous girl behavior left boys,
hormone affected and with fearful scars
They did not realize feminine poise,
and their girly ways left boys seeing stars
Boys were toys and fun for a single day
They polarized boys closer or away
Schoolgirls had developed body buffet
I was drawn to this newfound girl candy,
in n moth-flame kind of a fateful way,
forced to band aid rip my eyes off Sandy
Speaking; walls of China to overcome
Yet I needed to open my Colgate,
but words got stuck in my boy bubble gum
With corporal punishment a pain fate,
we did not question we just noticed breasts
This obsession became a migration,
but teachers had this thing with passing tests
This interfered with my destination
Burning in girls flame game a man collected
They Phoenix-ed the man my wife selected
FAREWELL TODAY TO CRACK COCAINE; IT FINALLY CAME ALONG.
SO MANY YEARS YOU INTERFERED, YOUR STRENGTH WAS OH, SO STRONG.
I HAD A JOB, PROVIDED WELL, GOD SHELTERED WITH HIS LOVE.
YOU SHOWED UP EVERY TIME IT SEEMED, REGARDLESS OF ABOVE.
I WENT TO WORK EACH DAY ON TIME, AS HARD AS IT WOULD BE,
SOMETIMES I CHOSE TO STAY AT HOME 'CAUSE YOU WERE THERE WITH ME.
SO LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO SEE THE WICKEDNESS IN YOU;
I THOUGHT EACH TIME I TOOK A HIT, I'D SEE A BETTER VIEW.
THE MONEY CAME AND MONEY WENT, I KNOW JUST WHEN AND WHERE,
THE CHILDREN DIDN'T GET IT THOUGH...I DIDN'T EVEN CARE
I SEE YOU NOW FOR WHAT YOU ARE, PURE POISON TO MY MIND;
THE GRATITUDE I HAVE FOR THIS, GOD REALLY IS SO KIND.
THEN TIME HAD PASSED AND I RELAXED AND DRIFTED JUST A BIT
AND WHEN I WASN'T LOOKING, YOU TOOK A TIGHTER GRIP.
HOW DARE YOU DO THIS AWFUL THING, YOU NEVER GO AWAY!
BUT I WILL FIGHT AND STAY IN TOUCH AND REALLY, REALLY PRAY.
THAT'S SOME PLACE, I KNOW IT NOW, I NEVER WANT TO BE.
SO WITH MY GOD, MY PRAYERS AND FRIENDS, YOU'LL NEVER BE WITH ME.
YOU'RE SO CUNNING AND SO BAFFLING, AND I'M MOST OF THE TIME BLIND
BUT WITH GOD'S GRACE I'LL FIGHT IT, ONE DAY AT A TIME.
Can you believe that I am not afraid
when sentiments are none but what is feared.
For Christmas presents wrapped have still appeared,
and all the debt life needed has been paid.
If only my deep thoughts could be conveyed...
I may have been the one who interfered
with passionate remains that pioneered;
but I have seen the green the world has made.
My walls are lined with all the laughter worn,
the film I used became what joy could be.
I live a life in empty fields of thirst,
black rooms with withered photos lost and torn
and seeing all the waste of life’s debris;
believing in a world where peace comes first.
1.8.20
Open Me First Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
The night became as dark as an Alaskan day,
below the moon was a raven that disappeared-
her whole dim existence was now in disarray,
for it was the raven’s fierceness that interfered.
The veiled moon unexpectedly empty and cleared.
Obscurity and murkiness were on display.
Her spiritual apathy was in high esteem,
no longer could her atonement become repute-
her bloodline to remorse was a forgiven dream,
as the raven was guarding her while in pursuit.
She remembered her beloved who was in route
to find another lover who would be supreme.
Below the moon was a raven that disappeared,
for it was the raven’s fierceness that interfered-
no longer could her atonement become repute,
as the raven was guarding while in pursuit.
Form: Urban Versification
12 syllables in each line
May 13, 2018
Dangerous future, children are expecting
Full of Internet connections
Spending their time playing, chatting
Without any restrictions,
New language, they are using
Easy for talking, and introducing
Only three letters said, to meet a new pal
What is your “ASL”!
No more laughing sounds
Nor at home, or around
Faces lost their features
While fingers are typing “LOL”
Thinking is no longer their concern
As long as "Google Search" is there
Asking and browsing all they need
Answers then, on the screen, appeared
Net addiction that what it seems
Without computers, their world looks weird
Actions might reach the extremes
if anyone with this device interfered.
As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you dwell in it,
Just like another story,
How a freckled face glance down,
Why arched brows are falling down,
The crow lines of eyes say it,
When it aches to smile,
Wearing it which was disowned years back
Don’t spell or stare or nod,
May face lays as in absence of suspicion
Knot of rope around my neck,
What changed or happened,
Somebody sprinkled dust on freshly painted canvas,
That Blush of youth _with self-indulged soul,
Beauty reflected in the eyes wide open,
Then agonizing hand interfered,
So made me wore this,
The face you don’t look at.
I have told enough, misery loses its grief,
If explained to satisfy that deaf ear,
Let it prevail, the dust,
Let me blacken myself in the stained canvas,
For that is what meant, and so,
Let this veiled face pray, in the shadow,
For the last breath, not for shrine,
Lived in mundanely and so did suffer,
Shall die in that ordinariness too,
If life asked you about my tiredness,
Don’t blame a name but a cure,
Which is desperately awaited, let her know.
All alone
By the side of the
Creek
Dreaming and
Even
Feeling the
Gusts of wind
Have
Interfered with my
Joyful repose
Keeping
Little
Musings
Notes to myself
On a
Parchment, inked by my
Quill pen
Resting
Smiling as Sundown
Takes light from the sky
Until darkness blankets the creek
Very slowly a storm approaches
Waiting until St. Francis
Xavier sends a
Young owl to guide me home where
ZZZs of sleep fill the night
Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.
The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing, he married Guinevere.
Alex’s heart was hurt, but she stayed true,
She battled alongside him without fear.
Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight,
Alex earned respect from her belov’d king,
He never knew she was an armored girl.
He only saw her long weapons in swing.
On a dark and stormy night they set off,
The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail;
Alex as custom rode by Arthur’s side.
They searched through forest glades without avail.
Finally they came across a large cave,
Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair.
Alex entered in front of the brigade,
Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care.
Down in the black unfathomable cave,
At the farthest reaches a light appeared.
Guided by instincts, they knew this was it,
The home of the Holy Grail they revered.
The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold,
Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls.
Together the comrades stood and puzzled.
Which of these cups would bring about their falls?
Would it be a goblet, made out of glass?
Could something like The Cup be plainly wood?
Arthur studied the many chalices.
He thought he’d found it, no one understood.
On a pillar was a gold glass, shining.
Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room.
Arthur was about to drink its liquid
When Alex interfered and met her doom.
Arthur’s brave knight wanted to try it first,
She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death;
So she begged Arthur to let her test first,
After drinking, she soon ran out of breath.
Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter,
She wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen wrong.
Alex knew that her love would bring her fall,
So our hero bade a silent so long.
The clock ticked at nine in the evening of July
When I lay on the bed in the silence of the night
Trying to fall asleep but something's bothering
A feeling interfered and started shivering
My eyes were almost closed when I heard a noise
Slowly getting louder; what a frightening voice?
It's knocking on my door like there's something wrong
Breathing stopped; heartbeats like never before
I paused in indecision while holding the door knob
From the window the wind blows; atmosphere's intense
As I opened the door, I almost killed a man
Uncle Mel is on the house; a blushed of surprise
He asked if Dad's around and seemed a need inside
I wondered that he looked liked exhausted and too tired
Yet, I answered him in an awkward style
Then he left me with a feeling of strange and fright
I went back on my bed feeling weird and crazy
I have just made a ghost; an illusion of fear
I let it out of me since nightmares are greedy
The more we think of terror, the more it eats our dream
The morning waved hello; everything's fine
I got off my bed to start the day right
Then I saw my Mom packing and dealing with some stuffs
She's crying and leaving to town
Questions I'd asked to know what's going on
At the tip of her tongue but to utter's arduos
I calmed her down and her story has begun
About an innocent man who died the night I got wild
It was an evening in July, nine on a dot
When the man got stabbed stopping a fight
Calling my dad's name; looking for help
Dead on the spot and found no aid
Goosebumps all over when I heard the news
It's Uncle Mel who passed away and visited my room
Never knew all the reasons behind the apparition
One thing's for sure, He's soul still calls
#Everything Holloween
Created: October 18, 2013
An innocent soul appeared to them as someone who interfered,
But helping and caring were the only things that it ever volunteered.
It stood and gave them unconditional support,
Unbiased and happy , it was comport.
Instead of cherishing the good times ,
for them it suddenly turned into a tort.
Days passed and
Then, came the moment of truth,
They didn't care about the soul ,
And busted their cruelty upon it which was so bold.
Saying it was merely a delusion of being nice.
They decided to walk out leaving it behind,
Withered and bleeding with cries of its lost pride.
It was like getting unnecessary punishment for giving their silent lives , a
rhyme.
What could it do now ?
Isolate , kill itself or remain undisputed.
That day was when humanity lost.
That was the day when the limits were crossed.
It's hard to find people who live for others,
But in today's world who bothers.
They still sort for crowds of disguised happiness.
Purity of soul and love are now obsolete.
Because in this world no one is absolute.
Marriages are for when the husbands and the wives are determined to stay together for what
will be the rest of their lives. These people have been married to each other since they
day the men and the women met through their relatives or old friends from either high
school or college. It seems that when a man and a woman have read their vows to each
other, they don't ever break. And once the men and the women are married to each other,
there's no more going to bars, no more going to any of those dating websites, and no more
enjoying the bachelor/bachelorette life, ever. Ones who commit infidelity will allow the
marriage to have ended in a divorce. Marriages also mean that these two people mustn't
cheat on each other with other men/women, even if he/she is as attractive as the current
husband/current wife is. Sometimes most marriages will last at least four months, but some
of them will have lasted for more that sixty to eighty years. The children will have been
born after these two people (a man and a woman) have been married to each other,
especially when they're planning on starting an actual family. Why, this is starting to
look like an episode of "The Newlywed Game" hosted by Robert "Bobby" Eubanks, Carnie
Wilson, and Sherri Sheppard. Those marriages are not just a unity of a man and a woman,
marriages are a unity of same-sex couples (two men and/or two women), especially when
they're about adopt some children of all foreign countries, including Haiti or China. But
even if all married couples have to deal with financial situations, monthly bills, the
arguments, or whatever, these two people must know that they still love each other and
must always be supportive of what their plans for the future are. And no matter the
struggle or other guys and/or women that will have interfered in their marriages that day
in and day out, all married couples must tell the others that their happily married and to
have spared them the embarrassment in the near future. And if these marriages were to last
until the end of time, that would be great for all married couples. Newlyweds, too.
I get high and stumble along my mind
Good thoughts and memories is what I'm trying to find
Inside my thoughts I walk slowly
I smile when I see her with me in a memory
I hear her voice dancing in my ear
her smile makes the monster experience the fear
He sparked the flame not me she should blame
I know I crossed the line
I couldn't believe her saying she was fine
Life is a big drama show
I Interfered with no intention to blow
It can't be healed seconds can't erase everything
Time is illmatic about her love there is something...
Life has changed so am I
For good reasons I am moving
Accepting with open arms what life gave
No complaints ever kept in heart
But…but I do as well breathe a life
Have some expectations to strive.
Be happy and best of health ever
If ever I denied things sometime
I also breathe and wish to survive.
Lone and far taken from my roots
Family never interfered for OUR good
Don’t I deserve the same from your end
My expectations always seems wrong
Silence of me and my family nicely torned.
The truth I put forward is just a pain
No resolution as to why I go insane
Taken and broken and not to complain
Yet struggling without giving up
May be I too am wrong at places
But is it I am totally iniquitous
My peace going to pieces
Not visible … just your pain
No right to mention else you be in strain
But what about me...
Haven’t I sacrificed all without a word
Or being a girl, all my responsibility
We two cant live the way we wish
It always have to be your family.
I am broken tired of explaining
I am not a criminal or sinful species
Still fill my part with best of ways
Anyhow proceed with smile all days
Just wish for myself too to get back
Broken is not an easy feeling infact
It never gives just takes away all
No happiness sought if I cry and haul
I will try anyways to be normal
But...I am broken hope it does matters
Why I feel so hope you find it sensible
Its after all about two if us
Which will matter most till we live
Hope you realize it all before too late
And its not easy to call the self
Broken… Broken… Broken …
I resented the days, the weeks, the months
That were leaving you in the past.
The ticking clock was my worst enemy.
I wanted memories to last.
All of those days have turned into long years,
The years are now a decade gone.
Fearing my beloved memories could fade,
I have kept on just hanging on.
Today a kind and wise lady approached
With a cautionary word or two.
She said I am thwarting the Good Lord’s plans,
I must start letting go of you.
“Your son has a lovely home in Heaven,
Another assignment to fill.
You are holding him back by holding on.
Let him go to do his King’s will.”
I’m sorry, dear Son, if I’ve interfered,
God has work for you, I well know.
For you to find contentment in Heaven,
I promise I will let you go.