Best Lept Poems
Caught in emotion
She went down to the ocean
To where the cliffs are extremely steep
And there she wept
Then finally lept
At a place called 'Lover's Leap'
But while doing here pouting
The tide took to outing
And now the tour guides to show
Where lost love and gravity
Made a large cavity
Far far on the beach below
in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching
one with thick skinned carion heart at core
to scavenge Middlemist's red camellia
he too delivered from far away shores
a renaissance ratel in rebellion
Leila leisured in shade of quaking aspen trees
treacle honey joys spilled out across her dress
temptation so strong insatiable hunger needs
dark honey badger lept from a tufted hedge
in presence one so endeared, showed no fear
for all beasts, nature's greatest gift bequeath
proffered morsel from open hand as he neared
inquisitive eyes belied soft heart and sharp teeth
forest branches embraced the two in nosh
as trembling giant's rustling now subdued
ladybugs flit from branch to dew covered moss
fingers stroked rough fur nape to back as he chewed
two walked ancestral shores as newfound kin
sniff'g this way and that among tufted pearls
claws tap entranced her soft cooing voice hymn
face framed in rivulets long carefree curls
long past gone Leila's song through far away gates
honey badger' forest friend rests - Pando waits
Now far offshore and beaten by the waves,
into the wind, they pulled to no effect.
The choppy seas, enough to quell the brave,
lept o’er the gunwales, merciless, unchecked.
He came to them, the fourth watch of the night;
not recognizing him, they were dismayed.
Thinking a ghost, they cried out at the sight.
Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.
Then Peter answered, Lord, if it is you,
command me, Walk, and I will come on out,
walked on the water till his fear broke through;
O you of little faith, why did you doubt?
Then, making far more progress than before,
with Christ aboard, they pulled for the far shore.
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
Her laughter, contagious;
Enchanting her looks.
Lept right of the pages
From storied old books.
She sings up the morning
And tucks in the night.
That lilting, sweet voice
Tells me everything’s right.
When she’s gone, I’m empty
And filled with despair:
An unfillable void,
Black nothingness there.
And then she returns
On the rays of the sun,
Glittering, sparkling,
Like gold thread, finespun.
She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.
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for the POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
written on 03/23/2022
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The pixie lept on sweet air,
laughter spun from golden thread.
Moon winked, and she tossed her hair.
Said, "together let's abed!
I took pixie's beguiling hands in mine,
her wings aglow like crimson twilight wine.
She laughed and spun me through fairy dust air~
romance and starlight tangled in my hair.
Oh, pixie, you glittered bright (fey delight),
your allure was so wild, so brief~
bewitching me all night
portentous thief!
bye!
"A David for David"
investigated strange events from week to week
paranormal phenomena brought great fear
science fiction challenges while theories peak
as Fox Mulder, The X-Files lept into high gear.
a graduate of Yale, David Duchovny
received doctorate for his poetry.
"Magic and Tech in Poetry and Prose"
acting was his second love; to fame he rose.
his writing skills published as Master of Art
a native New Yorker, he earned top awards
given high praise from his peers, played his part
he inspires poets using words as chords.
to touch to share emotions as our dear friend
David Williams, who encourages to lend.
a smile, a tear, to all who read his vast views
enjoying every verse to chase away blues.
*For Cyndi's Davids for David Contest.
And then I saw her start to dance…
Feeling ‘In-France ',
I sang-
entranced...
"Once in a whole year
she orders the pizza!"
"The rest of it she's
spinning in place
saying chichineatza!"
But sometime, on the road to danger,
she came longer than anybody inspects,
she came longer
than impressive bereft,
it was a bonger!
This random guy took whole check!
But he was a bomber-
the world almost got wrecked,
but I came back on her
without my respect,
I ran around longer
than anybody inspects,
it came time to say 'I am left,'
so I ran, and then I lept,
never to return home-
now running for the press,
because Simon only knows what Simon really says,
I say, as I bite bronze harder than a T-Rex,
I smite the jogger, the wanderer, and the possessed,
I smite the Wrong-Doer whom nobody suspects,
because I am correct,
goddammit I am a mess!
Totally appalled and under arrest,
totally estranged to becoming undressed,
like wounds that are healing-
I want to do my best,
I just want one motorcycle, one girl,
and one neck,
don't call me horse -man -bear -pig;
but demon,
demon -man -chick,
pop your pimples
free up your ticks,
match and pair,
and then underwear-
rotate the clips,
story mode-
movie night-
interesting sight,
come longer than a pipe!
Industrial size...
and full of device-
be
white
hot
fire
ice
And smoke pot...
For Christ!
Pick ‘um all up at their price,
dose yourself like mice,
interrupt yourself when you have advice,
and notice it when their brains are away,
and on vacation for the day,
he~he,
stay away,
by staying awake!
I'm sorry prince fake,
you're going the other way!
My heart so lept when first,
...I beheld, her beautiful lips.
The sound of your voice seems so clear
The silence is defining but there Is no fear
The splinter in my mind can never come out
I open my mouth and scream but no one hears the shout
I walk upon the path but never leave a step
I fall forever but I know I never ever lept
I toil with a question but never get a reply
I have no wings but I still manage to fly
I bleed all day but never loose a drop
My heart is broken but will the beat ever stop
I listen to music but never hear a thing
The feeling of loosing you always makes my ears ring
Darkness falls with the break of sunlight
Forever e touch with hands out of sight
Searching for time with no sand in the glass
Temporarily heartbroken knowing it will always last
A new story to be written even though the book is shut
Falling on my sword never causing a single cut
Wasting away with a new life born
Words of torment but none to scorn
Rivers of tears but never once cried
Learning to live forgetting I've already died
Light fades from their eyes
As flames light up the skies
Heavy smoke clung they could not breathe
As the fire took trees grass and seeds
Embers burned and fell like volcano ash
Raining down on top of the city streets
Daylight became like the darkness of night
All became smoky and hidden from sight
It crackled, it sizzled it burned
a wall of fire as it churned
Destroying like a destroyer
Nothing stood in its path
It consumed left nothing untouched
It smoldered and then grew hot
It reached for things it could reap
Anything that was within its reach
It lept, it jumped could not be contained
A immense wall of heat and flames
It left a path devastation
while forcing a huge migration
While the fire burns on.
06/05/16
For the sake of his embarrassment we wont use his real name.
Because telling tall stories is how he has won his fame.
Now Luke is a legend, at least in his own mind
and no matter the topic, a story he'd be able to find.
Like the time he was out in the bay fishing from his boat.
A tiger shark lept out to take his bait clean down it's throat.
Luke struggled for hours until the rod he could hold no more.
He jumped in, took the shark by the tail and steered it to shore.
You can be sure if it happened to you, it happened to Luke first.
Be it an injury or illness, he always got it the worst.
If you had a flat tyre, no doubt Luke would have got four.
Or you lost a wallet full of money, Luke certainly lost more.
He told a magnificent story of a rusty mini he got from a mate.
Fixed it all up and under the bonnet dropped in a big V8.
Turned out it was the fasted car in the State to be found.
A magazine did a story, when he finds it again, he'll bring it round.
If at the end of a story you said, "Luke that simply isn't true."
He'd hold fast to his recollection until his face turned blue.
A tenuous thread of a fact would be woven into his tale.
Of which he would rely if all other argument of support did fail.
How dull it would be without a Luke in your life.
Who could captivate with a yarn laced with adventure and strife.
An imaginative mind, who at will can regale a good story.
Just for a little attention, with the hope of reigning in some glory.
Sharing warm nectars from her beautiful, pink lips...
Pure every drop like heaven as she lept, into our love.
Teetering on the edge
staring into the darkness below
the swirling emptiness
reminds me of my soul
a bottomless pit
filled with hopes and dreams
never to be reached
and yet I dangle
day after day
I should have lept by now
to discover new depths
or to end old disappointments
but like the punch drunk boxer
whose pride refuses to quit
and never intelligent enough
to realize it is time
I shall battle on
yet it would be so easy
to throw in the towel
submit to uselessness
to martyr myself
but it is not my pain
nor my suffering
that approaches the edge
it is yours
and my desire to take it
into the depths of my very soul........
I wish that I could sacrifice myself
for the pain of the world, especially the children,
but then I realized I am amongst the multitude.
When in April 2013
Her soul fled... ignited
Like a car engine...
Still, he steered hard on her timid face
Oh passion mixed with tension
Even at a Praying Ground?
On her, he kissed with words
Making her dance and say 'cheese'
Into her soul like showers of waters
Penetrating her resilient heart
With words, rhymes and signs
As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair
At every little chance,
she, of his name, chant
Even in the belly of struggle
she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles
Wow! the - vocally endowed!
Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow'
Caress the walls of her pointed nipples
As she murmurs ...With a loud silence.
Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air
In and out of her very unique nostrils
Like a helpless lamb in the altar
..Curling the angered joy of distance.
Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms
To the veins in her flowing blood
Back, front, left and right
Signalling at her swelling "Kinni"
"I will never let you go..."
The song she sang with a resounding bang
Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today
Into the bottomless deep of my sweating "Kinni"
Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,'
Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul
Like they've long belong
To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover.
(NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria)
"Kinni" literally means "something".
I search for quotes and author's
Who inspire me in life,
I pick up pens and pencils
As I pull out chairs too write,
I looked for hidden meaning's
And word's they wrote too guide,
They showed me where to look
But not that meaning's lay inside,
Those people and those places
Both writers big and small,
All found their inspiration
Out of love or lack of all,
I searched the book's and page's
I typed alone and sad,
Many shared my interest
But mine just drove me mad,
Those page's that I ripped out
Soon towered what I'd save,
For how can one write freely
When your trapped inside a cage?
And then it clicked inside me
As I looked upon my work,
The piece that I was missing
Was a piece too share my hurt,
I spent my days of searching
Picking flies out of the ointment,
The only thing we shared in
Was collective disappointment,
I turned another brand-new page
And pressed it with my hand,
Removing all those creases
As I penned my final stand,
Around this time I found you
And I'm lucky that I did,
The poem's I tried to figure out
Now lept out from their ink,
I saw in you the subtle ways
A poet finds his muse,
I saw in you the artist's brush
And why he paints his views,
I saw in you the bard
And all the ways he struck a chord,
I saw in you the wrath of kings
and why he fought his war's,
For both the good and evil
Share the same internal trait,
Those good will tell you freely
While those evil may refrain,
Since the time our lives began
We search for someone who,
Will tell us all with purest love..
"I Believe In You"