Best Leaded Poems
With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by the infamous, lollipop queen.
With a group of ringed men, she’d deceived and collected,
they rode for the jail, for the first one she’d infected.
In shackles and chains, her best awaited his trial,
I can’t say his name, so we’ll just call him Kyle.
Old Kyle was arraigned for a snake oil ruse,
he claimed to sell medicine but was just peddling booze.
They stopped just out of town by farmer Bill’s pig pen,
where they all shared a lollipop, and a *Cornish game hen*.
Rested and fed, they all headed for town,
their plan was to free Kyle and turn his frown upside down.
There were many new graves that we helped Mayor Tom to dig,
we could smell them all coming, they were pungent like a pig.
Little did they know how Milton Creek was protected,
we watched each other’s back, and our defense was perfected.
David and Terry, were perched on the roof of the jail,
I stood right out front with my leaded cocktail.
Tania and Jan were on the top of the saloon,
Milton was keeping watch, as he played a catchy tune.
Deb was on the ground, locked and loaded,
Lin had Jenna’s Winchester and some dynamite to be exploded.
*a Cornish game hen is produced from a cross between the Cornish and white Plymouth rock chicken breeds, it is served young and immature weighing no more than two pounds*
Categories:
leaded, western,
Form:
Rhyme
nostalgia
mosaics fractured vision
leaded doubts
5/27/2016
((first post -- 1/25/2014))
submitted to – Glass Art – Haiku – Poetry contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Categories:
leaded, nostalgia,
Form:
Haiku
From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster pots
This Pentland firth
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
Along the way
Some pots we check
Crustacean grab
Lobster and dab
Destination reached
Our fishing ground
Sounder on
Fish are found
Leaded up, lines straight
Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace
Lines down bottom hit
Watch the tip as we drift
The waves deceive
We think a bite
Natures water
Tricks us slight
This beautiful day
As patience allows
We hear a shout
From the starboard bow
Wow! dad,
Look at the bend on your rod
Is it a dogfish or ling
Or a monster cod
Posture right to reel this catch
Has this fisherman met his match
Over an hour this marathon lasts
Fish against man, sporting ask
Forearms ache, back strains
I reel it in, it then regains
Is it tiring, or is it me
This awesome creature from the sea
Moments later
Surface splash
A wing of skate
Adrenalin blast
Fish aboard
Tagged and weighed
Released with care
In its domain we played
The day goes on
With various catch
But only the one
Had met his match
The evening draws
With the firth so calm
As we watch the sunset
With a golden dram
To Mother Nature we raise our glass
She is indeed, such a wonderful lass
Categories:
leaded, nature, sea, sportsfishing,
Form:
Rhyme
Huddled within a canopy of trees
cozily wrapped inside a wooden cabin
earthy womb of must, dirt and dust
leaded glass windows set the scene
shadow and light dance through the pines
tea kettle whistles over a crackling fire.
Written on 6/15/2021
Categories:
leaded, nature, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
A ray of sunlight streams across the room
To light the raven ringlets of his hair,
As now and then he slightly sways, within
His artful hands a violin and bow,
From whence bursts forth the musings of his mind
In vivid tones with deep vibrato's power,
And there expands and swells to fill the void
Of empty space that dwells within the walls
Composed of stones, both grey and worn with age,
Their only saving grace the leaded panes,
Designed by some forgotten man of old.
There stands Marcell, a stranger to the world,
Absorbed in fantasies of melodies,
The phantoms of how things appear to be;
For in the notes he dreams and then pours out,
He cunningly reveals his somber thoughts
And feelings, while the world is stamped to dust.
They tell the mournful tale of one who lived,
And breathed, and thought, but was not understood;
A boy whose parents died before his eyes
For crimes they never could have helped commit,
The crime of being born the same as he,
Of race that every other thought as vile,
And now while all the world engaged in war,
Is hidden in an ancient, empty church,
His one companion held within his hands
And speaking, just as he, to empty air.
{Written by Isaiah Zerbst on January 2d.
Published January 3d, 2015.}
Categories:
leaded, conflict, history, holocaust, hurt,
Form:
Blank verse
It's ever present behind our minds
A truth that is a leaded cloud.
The Reaper is concocting designs
Tailored for a black-creped shroud.
In the midst of joy and lightness
There relentlessly lurks the fact
That our moments of brightness
Are but a blink in life's short act.
Subdue those fears with a smite!
Dance in the sunlight of each day.
Banish black musings with might
And with laughter keep them away.
Exalt for having been a living being.
Celebrate the sweetness you knew.
Praise God for hearing and seeing.
Be fulfilled when earth life is through.
Categories:
leaded, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
“Well I just heard the news today"
It seems like nothing but hard times, where all I can do is pray
But you have stuck by me, and have always been my friend
I think it's safe to say, this will continue to the end
“So Incredible... the way things work themselves out"
I had prayed always for a way to lift my burdens that clout
Then you came along, and did just what I needed
Now I know that my heart is steadily being leaded
"You're my savior when I fall”
Without you baby, I know I'm nothing at all
Stay here with me, my love, and share in my hopes and dreams
Forever is exactly what I mean
With time and love, comes honor and truth
As the days go by, I will always love you
If you ever have any doubts about our endeavor
"I’m gonna love you forever"
**Creed
**Bryan McKnight
**BeeGees
**Randy Travis
Categories:
leaded, song-lyriclove,
Form:
Blank verse
I needed you In love hopefully grading on to what we had unjustly you fleet abnormal in just finished of what is love conjunction,
Bleeding form are love force on - attached by are father’s graced by the idea and govern of power they looked in fear and enjoyment shamed for there adroitly,
We looked in are eyes as you asked if it was real I just beat the words from my mouth crying my words forcefully we love both men and women you strongly loved in a woman I couldn’t get such devotion to one of the two it never came in a day but many that I never doubted tell my mother disgrace you loved to see in doubt and now undoubted fighting it for what we feel is normally is not yours,
You try more feeling the same solution and yet you cry and beg yet I cry to get you're undivided love as a brother as a gamer as a friend it’s not god that stop me it’s what I want are love to be in the since of godliness. He cries not for are incest but for are communicate of protestation in are minds we aroused,
School is what we forced down are trivial honor for David for you to be in his court for me is for you’re existence I try not to cry if I fail you must do the same as of I you must evaluate your options and choice,
You're lucky never touched they desiccative muddily course to loved on the spot of preparation of gashes blanked in inner fears joyed in immurement please don’t make me see you this way go and love the ones that engage in your simplistic act of enjoyment,
One more try not to leaded on are ways are endgame is to let all love but to love all not in the thought of sex we jump with out hesitation only hurting those with preparations of man for God.
Categories:
leaded, best friend, brother, child
Form:
Haiku
Beautiful painted Vardo’s and smooth olive skin
Glistening from outside and beauty locked pure within
Precious metal of gold; yellow, rose and solid white
Sat by the camps log fire telling stories through the night
Tarot cards of wisdom and future yet to be told
Close as mother nature as they travel through the cold
Crystal balls enchanted with the gypsy ladies blood
Fortune telling so potent that the heart begins to flood
Men of honour proudly leaded by the gypsy king chief
Ladies sleep inside whilst the men all sleep beneath
Mystery arises, can they sense the of deepness of lies
Enchantment and mystical admiring true gypsy eyes
Categories:
leaded, peoplesleep,
Form:
Rhyme
I spend time with a friend
well, a pseudo-friend
an acquaintance of sorts
no, I guess he'd be a friend,
****, who knows
one of those types you never really share your heart
that authentic trembling you
I guess
he's more like a radio station
on a long lonely road trip in the night
or late night cable when the kids have left
a thousand channels
bright flickering nothing
we meet after hours in the deepest of dives
I just sit, listen,
curl myself into that hunching shape
looking like someone piled old laundry on a stool
and act as chaperone
an escort of sorts, you know, like those fresh faced kids in college
earning some bucks walking lifesize cartoons around for pictures
and with a bar top slap, I know he's got one, he's revved up
a steampunk machine running on old rye and spasms
"know this! I have faith in our sacred family values, our brave military and our cellular plans!"
(it's hard to not chuckle a bit, enjoy the aerating effect a good laugh does to spirits and your pallet, just avoid aspirating too much or you bellow and cough like an amateur drinker, good god don't show weakness in a place like this or the crows will circle and I swear the shadows lengthen under the bar)
most times, as I sit next to him, removed from his sphere
detached observer that I always find myself
I notice he talks to that small sliver of himself seen between the dirty glasses
piled up against the old mirror with faded silvering
and the blackened spots frame his face
like an old time picture
representing a vast loneliness of a nation
this goddamn solitude we find in crowded rooms
"My opponent here is working with Chilean miners, violent video game makers and angry chefs, goddammit"
once curse words are added, we'll be on our way soon
the barkeep's tips weren't that big
and the mutterings from the corners are beginning
as his outbursts begin to chisel into the hazy bubbles of regulars
I pull him out into the night
away from cheap wine and leaded glass
red faced, blustering,
cool air confusing him for a moment
and, lightswitched, he walks with a purpose,
back to the maindrag and streetlights,
calling it a night with a wave and one last holler:
"I want an America where Somali pirates and Rupert Murdoch yes-men cannot corrupt our precious environment!"
I just stand and wave back.
Categories:
leaded, friend, world,
Form:
Free verse
Stained glass sunset glides
Through winter's leaded branches
Cathedral of trees
Categories:
leaded, color, sun, tree, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Today my fellow Christians
Today we have a need to pay
To pave the way for Godly deeds
I offer this contest today
Three hymns you may choose
To whom may ever give the most
Of dollars which are in need
So may you be leaded by the Holy Ghost
Thus the collection plate did pass
Among the members who gladly gave
As cheerful givers do make
Treasures in heaven to gain
The assembled elders preacher and me
To start the count now gathered
But the preacher gasped
When he did smilingly behold
A folded thousand dollar
Shouting praise the Lord do pray tell
Who gives such grand benevolent a gift
Who wins the hymns of three
Who has sacrificed the best
And spied he did old hard hearing Edda May
Slouched low a back row seat
Shyly raising hand to the sky
The preacher ran to greet
Come forth and choose thy prize
Three hymns to you now may claim
As Edda May began to stand
Edda May the winner of three
With back bone straight and wondering eye
Edda May released a snickering grin
Declaring her name loudly spoke
Giving voice for all with in
I do tell at this moment of truth
Pointing her crooked index out
So many to choose from
So many have I always liked
And thus she began
Pointing to Sam
Raymond
And Claude
I’ll take him and him and him
The congregation began to sing
Have Thy own why Have thy own way
Edda May the potter
The three are the clay
Edda May just smiled
The children all did snicker
As Edda May walked arm in arm
With her new paid for fellers
Categories:
leaded, christian, funny, may,
Form:
Ballad
We are what we are becoming together.
To and for
and with
each healthy resilient creation,
each ego's habitat
of co-passionate mindbody properties,
effective communication tools,
functional frequencies wealthiest long-term use,
therefore economically and politically highest
and best.
Ego Lead-identity,
co-emerges Eco's GoldLogical Rule
for win/win integrity
To transform our Lead out
into Golden alchemical Rules of EcoLogic
is to replace EgoMind fearful angry identity dominance
with EarthPolitical EcoBody solidarity.
EcoLogic
intelligent growth and decay nutritional information
heat as light
cold as night
neural growth prime mindbody informational function,
Golden Rule of Time's Great Transitional UnFolding.
Golden Proportion life prevails
or Time's leaded enculturation fails.
We are a LeftBrain dominant verbose people,
learning to measure our co-empathic potentiated biological side,
our bicameral mindbody thought/felt ego/ecosystems,
with both endo- and ecto-symbiotic re-ligioning equivalency
of design and revolutionary regenerative
co-passionate/pleasure purpose.
We are bicameral ego/ecoconscious
Golden Ruling revolutions
growing in evolutionary continuity
thru resonant confluence
within as without Left-as-Right MindBody
balancing cooperative incorporated incarnated
polypathic harmonies,
arias,
each Ego singing our unique dialect
of one Permaculture Opera,
a Golden ReLigion Story
of PostClimatic Win/Win Transitional Events.
Categories:
leaded, culture, health, humor, language,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Mementos Gathering Dust
Small pottery animals and a bowl, a glass etching of a unicorn in a leaded frame and silver chain, drawings of cartoons. Mementos of my sons sit on shelves or hang on my walls gathering dust.
Now my grandchildren’s drawings and love letters hang on the refrigerator or my walls.
Drawings, love letters, letters from my sons when they were at war and so many more little mementos in a box gathering dust, treasures that were given from the heart.
Reminiscence on
bits and pieces life keeping
mundane treasures- trove
2/27/2015
Contest Name: GATHERING DUST
Sponsor: John lawless
Categories:
leaded, memory, mother,
Form:
Haibun
Oh to see as the Almighty does see, with eyes that pierce even the leaded walls of the hardest heart.
And oh to know each intent as the Creator does know, the real reason for actions and voices,smiles and frowns,stops and starts.
To discern that those "humble words" are in truth birthed from rebellious pride and that "cynical phrase" comes from the most righteous place.
Knowing a
luring smile fronts a vile cause or that genuine compassion shadows that weary face.
Without that knowing, life is a trap set to persuade us that the "I's" have it in every way
but to discern between the saints and sinners is not for me to say, for that right, looking past the obvious, into the truth ,that costly bounty I did not pay.
Categories:
leaded, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme