Best Mea Poems
The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious;
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings,
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...
Categories:
mea, adventure, imagination, nature, on
Form:
Free verse
I am ready, big day today, my first meal,
And what I smell to my taste does appeal,
You have both been so busy preparing,
Love the deal that the three of us sharing.
Oh, it looks exciting, 3 bowls I see,
Never underestimate me,
Which one shall we try mummy
The orange one looks so yummy,
I’m in my chair, and wearing my bib,
Daddy you have my best pose, hip hip
Hurray, do I hold the spoon,
Or is it still a little too soon.
Hey dad not the aeroplane trick,
That was your era – hic, hic, hic,
I have hiccups, please take the video later,
Dirtied my bib, thanks mom, that’s better.
First taste, first dish, mm, tastes good I’m glad,
Could I have another, oh that tipped a tad,
Looked away, sorry guys, now a third,
Slowly please, I nearly chocked.
I keep cleaning my mouth with my bib,
No more thank you, see my lips,
They are closed tight, and my eyes.
Say don’t proceed past go,
No more, I also have rights you know.
Thank you from the depths of my heart,
You are both the greatest mom and dad,
Can we go hiking tomorrow, love been
Strapped on dads back and mom
Takings shots of every scene.
I think I would like to remain anonymous,
And so my stories will stay unique, never with
Anyone else’s synonymous.
This way no hearts will ever be broken or stolen,
The stork till I know better, had you well chosen.
Dedicated to my 5 month old grand-daughter.
Categories:
mea, granddaughter,
Form:
Free verse
life’s precious fabric
unravelling strand by strand
Earth weeps
Categories:
mea, earth, hurt, pollution,
Form:
Haiku
Last night I heard you
through the walls
crying
and muttering some
It broke my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Your world is not ours
your understanding
different
confusion is the normal state
it breaks your heart
I had forgotten for a moment
You have been doing so well
making new friends
independent
like everyone else
It healed my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Life is still overwhelming
and the little things
trigger
major reactions
that break our hearts
I had forgotten for a moment
You still need me to show you
how to express emotion
guiding
through turmoil
of a broken heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Mea culpa
je mi lito
lo siento
I’m sorry
Jscervenka 5/12/15
je mi lito= I'm sorry (Czech)
lo siento= I'm sorry (Spanish)
Written a week or so ago for my son with high functioning autism.
Categories:
mea, son, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
traducere de: Angela Mamier Nache.
aujourd’hui dieu m’a rappelé à lui
m’a grondé comme un père en me disant
qu’un ange s’est foulé les ailes en volant
parmi mes mots et je jure que je ne l’ai pas voulu
et dieu m’a cru sur parole
après il m’a rendu tous les mots en retour
et il m’a dit gentiment de les préserver
qu’aucun ange ne se brise plus les ailes
dans leur incompris
Categories:
mea,
Form:
Prose Poetry
What I have criticized in others
returns in me.
That which I despise
I am and have been.
When I stand for judgment
I ask absolution
for my humanity and mercy
for my love.
Categories:
mea, children, forgiveness, life,
Form:
Free verse
in Cezannes colour of blue ...?
think it through and feel it out;
yes, if it's under-understood,
it'll be over-stated and over-the-top --
It'll bring restraint 'round the
swelling of that
voice inside, which shudders
to jab with the tongue --
It'll watch
for dissonant growls
and raucous rants
all diseased by your need to disagree...
between your terminal-shadow of despair,
where your dark inadequacy lingers,
it'll dismantel your misery
and unravel your fear --
pieces of you,
that're not nearly risen ...
they'll make short work
of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;
in the simple words of death,
-- forever
Categories:
mea, allegory, art, funeral, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Amore est vitae et vitae est
Imperati de tu mea sensus
Fide, et tu fide est obrizus
AMORE, MORTE, INCALESCO
Ignibi de inferos, immergo foras tu ego!
Non Ego, et tu?
Amore vitae mea, abseni...
Categories:
mea, death, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Bias, one of the Seven, take up neither (when the Persians arrived) an arm
such glorious like the Seven for Thebes,
nor a book full of wisdom of now.
No.
There is a talk he said, “Omnia mea mecum porto”,
as every beggar says and left (in
hidden)
the burning and in ruins turned town.
There is a talk he bought (I wonder what with) the lasses,
who (maybe) the Spartans had taken for their slaves. And he sent them back as daughters.
I even don’t want to think. Omnia mea mecum porto.
The future is theirs with their fathers in
disgrace.
Yes.
He had died before the court passed sentence
(so just) on the chest of the child.
And he says, “For all good thank the
gods”.
*All that's mine I carry with me – Latin
Categories:
mea, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught
But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within
It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought
That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin
Categories:
mea, angst, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me
Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty,
Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea
Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be.
For here I fell in love with her
Fleeting, my mistress and her purest lure,
Laden fantasies as she lulled me away
Erotic, poisoned nectar where her legs fully splayed.
A flaccid branch to set me free
She sways beneath a dying tree
- a moonlit halo to attract me thither
My wishes granted to always wither
For She...
Ebon dressed this pearled enchantress
Too broken for love, devout to loneliness,
Her claws of dirt now usher my eyes
My final breath under this menstrual lit sky.
That rigid limb; now tightly strung
Closing bells of the Cathedral rung.
- Death is not too steep a price,
When blood is spent to pay for life.
The last petal fell...
When I descend in my Hell
A bullet for my thoughts as well
Categories:
mea, anxiety, dark, death, emo,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun sets in the southern sky,my feelings for you will never die!The lights so pretty how I
wish we could fly,I remember your body on the dresser that night,it drove me wild!Your face
and body was as a dream,your breast I wanted to scream!I love my life and I love you!I will
see you soon I promise you!All my love to my Georgia peach,a love so beautiful so sweet,a
blessing from above with a great spirit of love!!
Categories:
mea, lovebody, love,
Form:
MEA CULPA
If it is dirty, yours truly.
A child is crying, what did I do?
A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude.
A word said unkindly.
They must have learned from me.
For I am as unrespectful as only I can be.
A bit sad maybe?
Of course, that is my fault too.
I should know I have that effect on you.
Got some bad news?
Somehow, I will be in the mix.
If only I had, or had not, that is the trick.
Trouble with the tummy.
I have caused it, without a doubt.
And the depression, the anxiety, and gout.
The toast has burned.
O my, do I not pay attention?
If only I would stop watching television.
Got ripped off by the plumber.
Where was I when I was needed?
I should’ve been there to avoid being pillaged.
Roaches in the house.
All that spraying has been worthless.
What a good for nothing, just call the experts.
The bathroom floor.
What’s that around the toilet bowl?
It must be pee, I must like a sticky shoe sole.
A dirty car.
I must have given a ride to a pig.
Or I am the pig. Causing extra work and fatigue.
Lacking that attention.
Don’t even think we are equal.
I have been known to ignore important people.
Ignored by friends.
Something I did, maybe said.
I talk too much and friends just get upset.
A car horn honks.
They run a stop sign across my path.
I need to watch out, slow down and let them cross.
All in a nutshell,
if it is wrong, I’m there to take the blame.
That is my talent, my superpower and my shame.
Categories:
mea, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
On a road away from here...
Peace vaguely shows itsself.
I'm headed where I shouldn't be
With nothing left, here to fear.
All hope I had has gone away...
My loss, I can no longer stop.
This pain swelling within me,
Is here to stay.
Another day, withers by,
Another hour of misery, within I dwell.
Drowning in sorrow...sleeping in Hell.
Now I just wait to die.
This is my fault, I'm all to blame.
No where left to go that I care to see...
I'll run no more from intracranial torment.
Can't run away from all of this pain.
It was left here just for me.
Categories:
mea, philosophy, sad, sympathy, visionary,
Form:
Who would praise a god of pestilence and death
make of the “grand inquisitor” their guest
while pounding “Mea culpa” on their breast
a fool’s concocted heaven as their quest.
While we add life to melancholy’s need
To scatter its unpollinated seed
Fearful of too long unquestioned creeds
That prey upon the weak to fill their needs.
For is it not the price the privileged pay
To serve a greater master every day
To chant in droning tone of donkey bray
Exalt the sun when skies are dark and gray.
Thus, do they stand in line still begging bread
Convinced all will be well when they are dead.
John G. Lawless
©12/7/2022
Categories:
mea, dark,
Form:
Sonnet