Best Motioned Poems
Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part One)
As the Raven cross into the dark pits
Those in torment went into heaving fits
Its shrieking calls, alarms even down there
Far worse its image to dying souls scare
With great trepidation some turned to Poe
Begging, master far away make it go
Poe only smiled, saying, come now my pet
I have far, far sweeter work for you yet.
As Raven lands on Poe's black-stone table
Spits out two bloody and half eaten hands
Asks, does this remind you of that fable
Promising keys to kingdom's treasured lands
Given to a man willing and able
Freeing princess, her captor's sword withstand
Where death's deeds and bloody might enables
Morbid masterpieces of art so grand.
From all around, their banter brought loud moans
From wretched sinners in that dark hell cast
Raven spoke in wicked, evil tones
I toyed with her, to make my pleasure last
Poe commanded, Raven, please no more of that
We are here to enjoy the pleasant scenes
And in our deep joy, grow lazy and fat
Let us not her poor soul thus so demean.
Raven again spoke, come now we need pain
And louder wailing that soothes a black heart
For what good is torture if has no gain
Or tearful pleadings that come as it starts
Master, order yon' demon band to play
For I shall fly above and watch you dance
Let us enjoy sadder cries on this day
With evil's first bride, a little romance.
Poe then rose to do as his pet wanted
Poe laughed and said, Raven dear, please be nice
Let not our blackened pride thus be flaunted
When bit better decorum would suffice.
With that he motioned demon band to play
Its favorite and first great monstrous hit
As waiting victims begged that they may
Have some relief from their torturous fits.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below)
Part One...
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She woke with the joy of her yesterday smile,
her eyes opened up to the day
The morning sun rose in its wonderful style,
bright apricot beams on display
Though clouds came to spoil this magical view,
when news on a breeze filtered in
Then darkness her happiness seemed to undo,
as life sent her frowning again
When there on the edge of a whispering stream,
with arms ever opened and wide
As if on a wish someone painted her dream,
he motioned to her, come inside
She took a brief step and then sat for a while,
his friendship just took her away
She no longer needed her yesterday smile,
he brought her a new one today
~
Ruth and her six year old daughter Annie, were moving along the countryside by Train. Ruth was reminiscing. She was staring deeply into her six year old daughter's beautiful brown eyes. Ruth was feeling emotional, and had a deep sorrow filling up her worried heart. The train proceeded. She clutched her daughter close to her with a special mother daughter bond. Anne, her daughter, looked up at her, innocently and asked, "Mommy why are you so sad?" She kept repeating, until her mom answered her. Not wanting to worry her, she replied, "Honey your Mommy is not sad." The six year old intelligently asked, " Mommy then why were you crying?" Her mom replied, " I'm OK sweetheart, now relax, and hold me." Ruth was experiencing a flood of thoughts of Annie growing up as a child. She was asking Annie if she remembered the first time she told her that she loved her. Annie said, " Yes Mommy I remember." Ruth kept a special Diary of times and dates, of special moments she and Annie shared. Ruth thought of Annie's first birthday, when she took her first steps, and was falling forward as she caught her, preventing her from hurting herself. Ruth reached in her jacket and said to Annie, " Honey, always have with you this diary. Annie took the diary and started looking through it. She said, "Mommy this is so special, thank you Mommy." Annies dad was imprisoned, and it added to Ruth's turmoil inside. She was trying to ascertain his whereabouts but was difficult to do so. Annie kept reminding Ruth of her father. She constantly was asking, " Where's Daddy Mommy?" " We will be with him soon." Was her repeated reply. The train made its way through and a Loud whistle blew. It started slowing down, and just before it stopped the whistle blew again. Ruth looked at Annie and said to her, " Always remember honey your Daddy and Mommy, will always love you. Promise me you will never forget." Annie replied, " I promise Mommy to remember." As the Caboose door opened Ruth held Annie's hand. Annie asked her Mom, "Mommy where are we?" Her Mom replied, " We are going to see Daddy and Grandpa, and Grandma." Ruth was shaking inside, and the journey was finally over. The SS Nazi Guards motioned them forward, and directed them into The Auschwitz Concentration Camp.
Michael Tor
The green blades sway in sync.
In unison the leaves do dance.
The lilly pads bop as the water laps.
Hedgerows are captured in a misty trance.
The secret music plays
A melody that only nature knows.
Flora, Fauna and Animals unite.
In their groove happiness flows.
The dawn chorus is so beautiful.
The shape shifting clouds that fill the sky
Are motioned by the force of wind,
That whistling sound that rushes by.
When we feel uplifted, refreshed and soothed,
We are thankful for what nature has shown.
If we were part of nature
The secret music by us would be known.
Written 17-12-2021
-honestly...I have no clue why...-
As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister
The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass
Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat
Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”
Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!
She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”
Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed
I hardly noticed the first tiny crack,
through the deluge of tears I cried.
Perhaps too numb to feel the sting of pain
or the fissure exposing my wounded heart,
but in sorrow, I chose to ignore it
in the futile hope that it would heal itself.
Adversity seldom vanishes of its own accord.
The cause of my anxiety increased tenfold
as larger pieces of me fractured and snapped.
My fragility was as bare as my soul,
both unprotected and vulnerable.
Wounds no bandage could cover or conceal.
My exterior had become a brittle shell,
falling around me in sharp edged shards.
The obvious camouflaged the obscure.
I had to be brave if I was going to heal.
I wanted no Humpty Dumpty Canticle
sung by pitying voices on my behalf.
The wall I once climbed no longer held me up
but I had learned to restrain my weakness
and the need to lean upon it as a crutch.
I motioned for the King's men to mount
and continue along on their journey.
If I was to be rescued, I swore to do it myself.
Carefully, I gathered each shattered fragment,
every crushed dream that had been broken.
I nurtured my wounds until my lamenting heart
stopped bleeding as we hobbled our way home
to be made whole once more.
January 6, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24
Sponsored by Mark Toney
~
Silence, on waves of our tide motioned heartbeats,
cascading rhythms, a smooth metronome
Keeping this time inside blue water passions,
beneath the surface, the feelings we’ve grown
Hidden so deep in the swells of affection,
swimming the shores of a long summer’s night
Building a fortress of seashell laced castles,
sand dollar curtains to fend off the light
Running for cover as sunrise now beckons,
placing our smiles where the seas cannot gaze
Whispering secrets of coast line devotion,
harboring dreams till the end of our days
Lighthouse lit beacons now search as a witness,
beaches a’ shimmer of moon glow above
Hoisting our anchor, we share the horizons,
sailing these oceans, professing our love
~
NOT For contest, wrote this on the beach today and realised I'd wrote over the 20 line max, thought I'd post it anyway.
What follows reads like a tall fishy tale
How I nearly died in a force ten gale
I had hired a boat with my family
For a blissful ten days out on the sea.
All was going well and then came a storm
For this time of year it wasn't the norm
Told the kids to get inside; also my wife
What follows is true, I swear on my life.
A lightning bolt hit the side of the boat
I prayed to God that we would stay afloat
Disaster had struck and the electrics blew
And to get safely home I hadn't a clue .
Now all the family were getting frantic
We were adrift and I tried not to panic
I said "We'll be missed help will come along"
Then I could hear it, a beautiful song.
Looked down into the water and to my surprise
Mermaids swimming I couldn't believe my eyes
Seven beautiful girls all with long hair
I was in shock; all I could do was stare.
One pointed to the side at a coiled rope
Was this even real and was this false hope
Then she motioned again and said to throw
They all grabbed a piece and began to tow.
I must have dozed off and the next I knew
We were being helped by the harbour crew
One said "No power, you came to the docks
And how the hell did you avoid the rocks"?.
My family had slept through it all too
The sea was calm now and the sky was blue
Everyone called me hero of the day
Couldn't find words didn't know what to say .
I held back telling them the true story
It wasn't me that should get the glory
I thought of the rope and how we were towed
On boats side it was coiled and neatly stowed.
How can I forget, I owe them my life
Also my two kids and of course my wife
Mermaids are real I hope you believe me
I saw them that day swimming in the sea.
Written 23rd September 2019.
A rodent in the road
Jammed into my tires
As I screeched to a halt,
Then bolted past
Remembering a deer
In the headlights
A victim underneath me
Forever frozen in ice
And slow motioned into
Sleepwalking in my mind
An instant replay triggered
By any myriad of buttons
Pushed at random
An overheard conversation
At the dentist’s office
Sending x-ray recollections
Into forward play and
Changing my breath and
My complexion as I relive
My murders,
Clawed forever into a brain
Those guilty priests cannot forgive
Even God has allowed me to allow the
Remnants to remain for now
Brushed against my heart
Like orange and purple sunsets
At Palisades Park.
Drenched of hell’s insanities
Sending chills this tortured spine,
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair,
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square
of all that’s lost and is remaining
Washed along this fertile beach
of sanded hope and history
Tasting o’ thy patterned speech
as common phrases come to me
Desolate my cornered mind
of images I pray be true
Dangling the lost to find
retaliation in my view
Pray, oh be, as life does rattle
chains of only mist to turn
Laughter like some long fought battle,
in amongst we tend to learn
When the calling comes so random,
names are lost on open seas
One by one in columned tandem,
drenched of hell’s insanities
Take me of thy deepest suture,
so that I may feel the end
Black as night o’ bleakest future,
paint your shadows once again
Razored claw and broken arrows,
filled with such, the violence
Playing through the endless narrows,
falling to my own expense
This, a life that's not worth living,
not this day, not anymore
Breaths so tethered in their giving,
pull the drapes and close the door
Take a seat your exits' waiting,
frozen hinges squeak in time
Find the map for navigating,
somehow through this wicked rhyme
Follow me, I know the heading,
down this staircase, up the hall
End those futile tears you're shedding,
she's not waiting for your call
Through this doorway stenciled broken,
toss your heart there on the floor
It is but a useless token,
you'll not need it anymore
You’re now privy to the meaning,
whether you do understand
Motioned light, this night is leaning,
let it take you by the hand
Now of time and missing portal,
through the lens of sights unknown
Nothing whispers you’re immortal,
for this day you have been shown
It’s Halloween my souper friends.
Posting a few dark ones today. : )
Saint of Lust
Release these chains of tortured deeds
Along a sculpted veering hedge
Upon this path where darkness feeds
Of jagged cliff so near the edge
For one false move, beware ahead
Beneath the agony now shown
Within these eyes and lips of red
Sit heartless wishes winged and thrown
So find from me a hand so born
You maiden fair this summered breeze
To greet thy heart within this storm
Unshackle those in motioned ease
To lie with me of feathered dreams
And take of this, my soul can bare
Your beauty comes of all it seems
In flesh that I do long to share
For of thy skin my mouth does long
Aroused in pleasured flitting feast
Rose petal soft, magnolia strong
To sooth the yearnings of this beast
O’er endless days to hold you near
Pure love doth conquer moistened loins
Melodic whispers call thy ear
Eternally we shall be joined
For I am called the Saint of Lust
Come taste the flavor’s scented mist
Young soul now lost, misguided trust
As I partake your orphaned kiss
As evening whets this appetite
And shadows stand beyond the crest
My kingdom beckons of thy sight
O’ crowning jewel to quell my quest
Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
This café I have stopped to dine,
with hopes I’ll meet my Valentine
I’ve seen her here most every day,
just never had the nerve to say
I took my seat at table two
and ordered what I usually do
Then noticed something just not right
my eyes they caught the strangest sight
It sat up there upon a shelf
with wings it looked as if an elf
An arrow held within its hand,
as if it had some evil plan
When then as I sipped on my tea,
I saw his arrow point at me
His one eye closed, the other stared,
by now I’m feeling really scared
Just then she walked into the place,
a perfect smile upon her face
I watched her as she took her seat
to order something good to eat
She motioned me to join her there,
come take a seat, this empty chair
When suddenly from in my eye
I saw his arrow start to fly
I thought real quick, I had to duck,
it missed me, that was my good luck
Then hit the guy at table three
who quickly dropped his cup of tea
Oh boy, the look upon his face
is one my mind can not erase
I made my way to sit with her,
She said, “I am so sorry sir”
“I motioned not for you, you see
but to the man at table three”
He sat right down where she did dine
and said, "Please be my Valentine"
Something had come over him,
his heart was feeling young again
She told him that she felt the same
and was so happy that he came
They kissed as I just walked away,
I felt so stupid on this day
About the place my eyes did look
in every cranny, every nook
And there still sitting on the shelf,
he shrugged his shoulders, did the elf
And at that time I came to know,
don’t duck when cupid pulls the bow
1/5/17
Written for the Cupid Pulls Back The Bow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night...
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns
hanging from his hip, and the mask
to protect his real identity.
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset with a flourish and a smile,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:
The chatter of the day --
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night –
can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes
who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal
intimacy –
God is
juice of every heartbeat,
every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath –
every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness,
for conscious
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us….
We are never alone
division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie
an illusion in the theater of Time and space
to eventually be dissolved….
I thought it was my imagination, when
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence
What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,
What a surprise kiss!
My mind was gratified, since I liked
Him first…
My facial expression, show it all, when my
Eyes started an ending blinking,
He motion to my left eye, and wipe the
Frozen tear,
His fellows observe attentively
As he took chocolate in his pocked, and give it to me,
It felt like, it was my first kiss ever…
As we both gave an innocent smile, it was
Indeed.
we danced in the middle of the road,
with no music, only the heartbeat in our hearts present,
pretend like we the only creatures in the planet.
Oh, I was so sad when it was time for me
To go.
if only i can get a second chance to dance with him again,
another chance to kiss, to communicate, to share and to love,
my life would be compete.
another chance to share that feeling none can take away.
Kiss goodbye!
he emotionally kissed my hand,
And motioned his hands with a fake and unpleasing
Goodbye, he was sad,
But we both knew that we’ll see one another,
Soon, before the next flight!
When the car was in motion, he gave me a quick smile
and inner pierce of his beautiful eyes
Kiss goodbye, I smiled
Kiss goodbye I thought
Kiss goodbye, he’s gone
Kiss goodbye it is.