Best Jousts Poems
This is not a time for us
Facing these weeks of hospital walls
My knight now jousts an invisible foe
Shorn of hair, yet still he wears
Tubes of pain as proud as armor
With blood too pale, future too frail
No anniversary in candlelight
This year is measured in pills and applesauce
Doctor visits replacing road trips
To the salty sea beach, where he proposed
With a ring of delicate gold
All those years melting in florescent folds
Of bleached sheets and disposable gowns
Yet, every tide of fever, every ocean of nausea
Is one more wobbly step towards a tomorrow
Of recovered roses and kaleidoscope kisses
Where I believe, past this horizon's thin eve
In lush trees, green with anniversaries.
8/24/20
Categories:
jousts, cancer, hope, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
Rice fields look the same except
for this one; this one who knew me
before i was born… and lying on her
fertile belly, she tosses the mist
of evening’s bamboo for raindrops to
moisten the flesh of gentle cattle.
Through serenades from elders
gathering in a bonfire of twitters
and jousts,a carousel of birds wheels
in a rhapsody, then takes flight along
scented air whisking tiny lanterns
near the plain,while rivers blue twirl
on rustic clay. How beautiful can she be!
I must have twirled with her on a cradle
of blushing petals swirling oh so feathery!
Waking up for some reason, dusted grains
on my eyes ignite this one
spectacle tryst with my rice field
where I have become different...
my head throbbing in sweet surrender,
perhaps, claiming the very floor
of my navel through her ripened harvest.
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Judged and Finalized 6/18/2016
I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada -1
Contest of Broken Wings
Resubmitted 7/1/2016
Categories:
jousts, beautiful, places,
Form:
Light Verse
Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be
It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain
Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad
Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet abab bcbc cdcd ee
Categories:
jousts, fantasy, fun, imagination, metaphor,
Form:
Sonnet
Don't cross swords with A Poet Destroyer,
pretentious jousts really do annoy her
Her weapon of choice: a crossbow or a saber
she'll Cupid your mind, turn your rhymes to confetti paper
Dedicated to Poet Destroyer for being the first one to welcome the Romantic Warrior to the Poetry Soup community. Much love to you.
Categories:
jousts, appreciation, dedication, humorous,
Form:
Clerihew
O Lady, let us not tarry
Be thou the rose to spread nights’ glee.
Away from jousts, your pearls shalt shine,
Spring’s boughs hath me in love, entwined!
Knight’s offer then, I giveth fine life
Through long winter, the heart a knife;
Sayeth yes before looms the war
Chivalry tests dark rivers far.
O, shouldst thou be fair in season’s rest
Time awaits thee, I am the quest.
In my thoughts, soft lips ne’er waned
So let dusk kiss our moments flamed.
For onwards unto fields, thine arms
Will endure kingdom’s call of drums;
I hear thou sigh, so warmly laid.
O, let us thrill our moon, dear maid!
…………..
Form: romance
: tale of chivalry
Medieval Me Contest of Amy Green
Categories:
jousts, romance, me,
Form:
Couplet
H azily, as nightfall glides ,I unlock the front-gate
O verwrought from drills of a riddled job,
M y toes stumble on scented violet buds
E nhancing gripped thoughts to drip-drop away.
S omehow, Mom’s roast chicken trails along
W here piano notes soften the blues… and there,
E merging through a hall; Oh Granpa appears
E ager to spend a ritual of my life’s rhapsody;
T urning my drones into an abode’s breezy song.
H eartfelt jousts ring to nourish time’s warmth,
O ften soothing an outer world, restless… yet this
M erriment flames brightly in this safe refuge,
E ver precious as restful chants of heaven’s lyre.
2/3/2016
Contest: Home Sweet Home Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
jousts, house, uplifting,
Form:
Acrostic
Anna is a charming Mom,
I met her at my gym.
A madam of sorts, quiet and calm,
Level headed, articulate, fit & trim.
Between sets we talk, of life’s little sagas,
Comparing civic cares and concerns.
Verbal jousts before noon, while avoiding drama,
Like racecar drivers, who bump in a turn.
We kayak, and camp, with kids and the spouse,
And refer to such things as time off.
On her radar and mine, busy lives we espouse,
Repaper the kitchen, life gulped from a trough.
Our friendship’s base tenet, is clear as a bell,
BFF’s with great wow, lots of passion, and flair.
Talk of family—a Top Spot on which we oft dwell,
No stats, just sheer love, great hopes and much prayer.
May 10th,, 2018
Categories:
jousts, appreciation, celebration, culture, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
She battles fatigue
by road climbing and painting
bolder palettes splash
on flamed wigs, on glossed canvas…
with punk, outracing mad cells
Monster tissues grow
yet lust for life soothes barbed pain
caroling to stars
and praying 'neath hopeful moon...
“I bless unforgiving C. ”
Past stage 1, she jousts;
vicious fibers lose the chase
her zest, not anger
conquers lymph nodes' erosion…
scaling roads, painting fresh scenes!
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For dear friend Eena who is in remission;
may you live fully!
Contest of PD: PINKOCTOBER
Categories:
jousts, health,
Form:
Tanka
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE.…~free cee!~
Categories:
jousts, angst,
Form:
Free verse
My trace guilts and rears me,
Thoroughbred from Spain,
My trip jousts my banality,
Until I cannot complain.
Standing tall in the shadow,
Which suggests that posture,
For to relax in full glow,
In the shade would badger.
Its colours radiate inside,
Release the broken catch,
Enfold me in rurality’s pastels,
Brighten the day’s hatch.
Only the shadows know me,
For I know that I can squeak,
Since their nature is timidity,
With no recess or creak.
Even the friend I evince to make,
Follows on from their care,
With no qualms, strains or brake,
And no gloomy, sad stare.
The shadow’s with me whenever,
In my shadow, giving belonging,
Implying that connection forever,
To the sun and moon for backing.
6th November 2015
Categories:
jousts, appreciation, beauty, mentor, moon,
Form:
Quatrain
The signs
Signs of the times echoing like thunder roaring
Like a lion pain and devastation cries blowing in the
Wind players taking a knee to close to home
Violated striped fear broke need to be spoken out loud
Mountains of black clouds surround the sky
Red blankets cover the wounded white sheets cover the dead
Hate has no place to hide but in a sick mind blind to the light
The signs of the times predictable how often predicted come true
The love will grow cold respect and honor for them self’s and others
What we hear and see is long overdue told over and over till blue
In the face still we go on not for seen the signs of the times
Ignoring as if all is well must go well are we that brainwashed
That jousts well-hit home to wake up the nightmare has just begun
To hit look around you feel the cold air weather changing patterns
People behave problematic what is there to say of the
Future of tomorrow will they be a better tomorrow words to ponder
There is nothing left to the imagination for all is expose
Not tow are alike, not tow are the same, not tow and two make four
Not anymore not sure what I am trying to say but it is what it comes
To mind
Categories:
jousts, care, conflict, religion, remembrance
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Gilded pols with verbal jousts disarm
With statistical ballasts constituents charm
On opponents deceptive feints, sound the alarm
Scout for votes in city, dale, and farm
Broker deals that bolster their position
Deceptive adds initiate their political inquisition
Bribe voters of every walk and station
Recount votes with cunning derision
Conveniently forget every token promise
Accept all gratuities without malice
With honey and wine, fill every lobbyist chalice
Satiate ego with fatuous, frivolous dalliance
Categories:
jousts, political
Form:
Rhyme
Wishing for a woman or friend
To your corner room, alone, but then
Creating sins not yet penned:
Infallible rules of fallible men.
For whereas Love seems so bubbly
And see through feelings easily crumbling
Blanket you with insecurity tumbling
The reflection of a life lived humbly.
Writing your outline
Of perfection in flesh
Thrown back are your shoulders
In Confident judgement.
Less is more and more or less,
We long for a quiet, petting caress.
Towering above, forever beaming
Swearing allegiance with justice gleaming
Magnifies your drunken streaming
Until syringes of love start teeming.
The ice-pick points to the one to blame
Dealing silently a Go Fish game,
For all is wild and none are tame
In the snapshot of when the Messiah came.
In future eternities all jousts find cadence,
Without lance or shield,
Without fits nor radiance,
We settle in for perfect maintenance.
We settle for perfect maintenance.
Categories:
jousts, anger, break up, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
A soft rain rippled across the apartment window distorting the rainbow of lights emanating from the Four Cafes. That’s what the locals call them, The Four Café’s. Each had a flavor all their own as do the street musicians offering their insight into another’s recipe. January cold limited the number of street walkers, saturated the aroma of croissants with an urgency. Perhaps the scent of snow on the air had stifled the urge to choose a café. Better to pass by splashing in the colored puddles and settle in for the night. Still, I stood at my window hypnotized. Drawn into the flow of the jousting neon lights defending their colors, brightly slashing at one another.
The snow had come, the jousts over, the lights extinguished. Sunrise chased an echo through the streets as Café bell chimes welcomed the baker. A soft light played on the snow. The frantic rainbow would follow later.
©3/7/2023
157 words
Categories:
jousts, winter,
Form:
Prose
Gently probing her vulnerabilities
seeking only the slightest advantage
He parries her feints most delicately
awaiting an opening to do some damage...
When she, shockingly, reveals a secret so deep
then casts aside his sword to weep
and declare: A man who jousts with a lady fair
is mete to unseat in her heart's affairs
Categories:
jousts, conflict, heart, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme