Best Narrowest Poems
At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly ascending, from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven
Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal, the rare golden eagle
flies overhead while leaving its shadow
Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines
Far in the branches, limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night
Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world, in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome
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10/2/15
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
narrowest, beautiful, beauty, bird, flying,
Form:
Free verse
Depending on the tides
We've searched worlds with fixed eyes in positions
Serious with concern and a sense of times
Scoured for meaning, the frontier of being
What’s intended to be?
We've missed by the narrowest of margins,
thirsted for new grounds higher and expanding
neither one nor the other
but within the remote
pushing past the middle, exposed
We've confronted face to face with patience
and appreciated star-gazing, on this plane
The entire fullness of the nothingness.
Point blank.
Categories:
narrowest, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Her dreams crashed on the shore of reality
Her ambitions lay covered in the blanket of misery
Life has stolen a piece from her
And left without saying as much as a word
Time heals wounds but what about dreams
Her scars run deeper than my imagination can explain
She holds a suicidal amount of unreleased pain
But her screams will not be heard
Her giving up has never occurred
Her bravery has slain dragons in ages past
Her courage has pushed forth soldiers fighting for freedom
Her attitude has broken through diabolical spells cast
Its her motivation that allowed the tyranny of oppression to become undone
She stands tall, as life tries to break her down
But with every punch with every pound
She never shows where it hurts
She never complains about her tears
She never breaks the glass of valor
Tales will be spun, for she is what makes it all possible
Everything breaks down in time
But her shattered pieces of dreams are nowhere to be found
She picked them all up and placed them somewhere to never make a sound
For dreams are ambitions that have lost their drive
But she miraculously manages to keep them alive
Shattered, broken, unhinged, damaged to the very core
Unable to walk on clouds no longer able to soar
She is now an angel with clipped wings
A dancer with no ankles, a story with no end
She has been through the darkest of pits
She has wormed through the narrowest of slits
Cut, bruised, beaten … life gave it it’s all
But she is wonderful because through it all
I would have broken down, and yet she smiles
So for that I wanted to say thank you
Categories:
narrowest, dedication, depression, devotion, fear,
Form:
Free verse
High above a small Road called Sugar Hollow, a towering rock loomed in the distance it had brought the small town sorrow. The rock had fallen from another Mountain above it. A tale that had grown for all to love it. It had rolled down the bank and made its permanent residence above the small Hollow. Rumor, had it that it had fallen over 200 years ago, during a Horrific mudslide, common in Kentucky. The thick mud was mixed with clay, giving it a dirty Orange Look all would say. Sugar Hollow was the narrowest hollow that one may see. It looked as if it was carved in the middle of two enormous Mountains Perfectly. It was nestled sweet in between the Mountains. Not many people could even walk around it. Rumors circulated the small community. A tale that had grown for you and me. It was said that some type of mutated Creature. Decided to live and become a screechier, For all of those that walked the trail. He was said live inside the Indian rock, deep inside the dark cave. Some had swore they would be made his slave. It was said to have been part human, and part Wolf man beginning the wild story. Only one had survived, Or was it all lies. They had stood face to face with the grizzly type creature. And it was said that he spoke, “that he would eat ya.” Rumors said to have stood over 12 feet tall, and hair that was so long all would fall, he stood with enormous teeth that would clamp down on its prey and put all to sleep. The Legend had been passed down from the small hillbilly Community. Some had named him, and said he was some type of hermit type man. Who grew his beard, so long that he resembles some type of wild man. Possibly mixed with some type of wolf man. Many had traveled the path towards the Wolf like creature. They had claimed they would prove the Legend fact. Some would tremble at the thought of the creatures large teeth. Would they ever be able to put the Wolf man Legend to an end.
Categories:
narrowest, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel like giving up…
I don’t know why, I just do…
I just do…I feel blue…
Wish my eyes were shut with the finest super glue…….
I am like two deserted lands…
No one seems to understand where I stand
I am but a broken cup…
In your quivering, shivering hands…
Things are truly getting out of hand…out of hand…
Lament and doubts dripping with morning dew…
I just feel so blue, so through with you,
Always hurting me with rue…
Who knew…who knew it was true…too true to be true!
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You hurt me to the deepest, narrowest core
You try your hardest and best to slam the door
So that I can feel your abandonment, It’s still with me…lingering inside me
You meant your rejection and desertion unfortunately, sadly, cruelly, and mean-spiritedly
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
I felt your cruel, but true rue
Such true rue I felt
When you left without a clue
You made me melt…
Like an ice cube, left in the sun for far too long
You were gone for so long!
Can’t really seem to belong…
I felt it so out of the blue…
Felt your cruel hatred and unnecessary dread, doing me wrong, yes, doing me wrong
And you knew all along…
That I am alone among…
Your crowd of remorseful happiness and fake contentment…
I am overcrowded by your twisted bliss and sick resentment…
It’s way too true to be true…
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
Getting rid of the madness and sadness and insanity
That once hid inside me...right in plain sight, you see?
Saying my goodbyes to the goodbyes you bid..
Categories:
narrowest, angst,
Form:
Free verse
The heart of fundamentalism beats in desert sands
pumping hate and cash through veins to limbs in many lands,
bringing life and means to hands who long for fire and chains,
a lust for killing stories till a single narrative remains
A country built on gold as black as the deeds that it enables,
where womens rights are just a dream, and the human kind a fable,
of rampant migrant slavery built on economic exploitation,
the keepers of the Ka’aba and the narrowest interpretation
No brotherhood of faith when disagreement draws fresh blood
and when the blade argues over the tongue you’re soon lost in the flood
of bitter retribution, of revenge on faceless foes,
of targets drawn through worship and a rift that will not close
Funding bombs and beheadings to further divide and separate,
a xenophobic attitude of difference viewed through hate,
of pious pawns and dreams of Caliphates on bloodstained squares
whilst the innocent are slaughtered and Muhammad’s ghost despairs
Categories:
narrowest,
Form:
Rhyme
Loyalty serves solidarity
as passion fuels integral communion.
Passionate patristic patriotism
does not work
for optimizing resilient healthy intent
nor do partisan loyalties
win/win play for resonant wealth
building collaborative feelings,
when the cart
replaces the horse.
Solidarity with my Home Team
my narrowest nuclear family
only those who look
and sound like Straight White Patriarchal
monotheistic chosen
and grace-privileged wealth
serves loyalty only to further win/lose competitions,
Aspiring champions of small-egominded
and disembodied reductions,
deductions
divisions,
rather than wealthing health co-investments
in Earth-collaborative consciousness.
RightWing loyalty serves
LeftWing multicultural solidarity
as red-blooded patristic passion
fuels ecofeminist green communion.
Similarly,
but more co-arisingly,
safe and resilient cultural wealth
empowers win/win ClimateHealth
or win/lose subclimate supremacy
monoculturally risks fragility
of polycultural green communion
inductive,
integral,
inclusive healthy-wealth opportunities.
Categories:
narrowest, culture, earth, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
I'm a 'Renaissance Man' though 'Times' honor the specialist,
Money (and sex) get bestowed on male drones who have narrowest
Focus of all! Do lads cultivate 'Fall' when frails graze in the mall?
Might space aliens see when more 'ladle born hands' rock the cradle,
And 'balance' is lost? Don't our lassies complain too when we
Aren't more 'Present' to them, to the earth? This life's fruit of that tree?
"By the sweat of man's brow does he earn food to eat," a curse?
"Pain found in labor for maidens in birth," just a fact, or hearse
Privileged ride in? This Vision's what Darwin (although with chagrin
Of new Truth) gave the world. This new Science expanded (though minds whirled)
What we thought we knew! And for better or worse we see life's
Place more clearly, and earth, men aren't central! Survival's God's wife?
Is all life then an accident, or more a privilege
That we're all given? Are genes that evolve more a cartilage
Linking our dreams (not proverbial schemes) to a future that gleams,
Bitter proof God's not there, or incitement to Faith that He does care?
Does logic or faith yield more answers for men on our plane?
Is man's faith there are answers a fuel that drives hearts toward gain?
Yes, survival has value! New answers are better, though!
Effort rewarded (and thought)! Is life's joy just its afterglow?
God's just a joke that is spun by sad folk that are high from a 'toke?'
If true peace is to be more than pie-shaped-cloud passing past mind's eye
Give poetry credit, for words share a fragrance of God and persist
When earth's demons conspire to hate Truth, who claim Love can't exist!
Brian Johnston
25th of June in 2019
Categories:
narrowest, faith, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The Adjective Cellar
Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt
The adjective cellar begins its assault
When carelessly picked by some epicure
Who sadly considers himself connoisseur
Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top
The words tumble out, they’re awkward to stop
They bounce on the table and under the chairs
And yelling and screaming they bound up the stairs
Normally nouns are wrapped up in chains
Tortured and bound and horribly maimed
Now they’re ecstatic about to be pleasured
As picturesque words stand up to be measured!
The Vicar remarks on these halcyon days
Whilst Major Winstanley has Draconian ways
And poor Mrs Kingsley’s exordium chatter
Falls willy nilly on euphoric batter
The twins are excited in ectopic manner
The cats caught its tail in a Hashemite planner
The Doctor is dissident, red in the face
Flapping his hands with acrimonious grace
Sadly the dinner has come to a close
The adjective cellar is back in repose
The nouns are re-bound the adverbs placated
The Vicar, the Major, the Doctor berated
But wasn’t it fun to see how our language
Can blossom and bloom and happily languish
In even the narrowest pinch penny mind
When the fruits of the Adjective cellar are vined
Categories:
narrowest, fun, language, literature,
Form:
Rhyme
It seems to me the narrowest minds,
Are the minds full of gripe, whinge and moan,
The minds that darken every simple idea,
Complaining about things on their own,
With a simple outlook on their universe,
Everything’s a clear black or white,
A small yes or no to all that they see,
And of course they think they are right,
From cruel magnified with kids locked away,
Renaming “genocide” as a room with a view,
Calling “white supremacy” normal and good,
And, with a tantrum, saying the news is untrue,
The narrowest minds, the simplest minds,
The minds that have opposite sides,
Are the minds that want the “Us versus Them”,
Don’t unite, they seek to divide.
Categories:
narrowest, discrimination, political,
Form:
Quatrain
I do not walk for it's something I choose,
There is no transportation, only dead mans' shoes;
This empty highway is the path I tread,
So cold and remote, all colour bled
Before the white sun with no shadow cast,
Beneath the full moon whan day has passed.
I will not speak for who will receive?
No gospels to preach for I do not believe;
On the telegraph lines that sing overhead
The black crows perch then drop down dead,
Their corpses dust in less than a day,
The darkest hearts all blown away.
I never cry for it does no good,
Nor harbour regrets even though I should,
Dead stars shine down on me below,
No longer existing, so what can they know?
I just walk and walk the passage of time,
I walk the narrowest, finest line...
Categories:
narrowest, introspection, space, time, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
The biggest weapons and power on thinnest threat,
when hackers enters the target pointing to the head.
Conspiracies and its social observation surprise,
political handicap that challenges the economic survive.
The wilderness of mirrors that bouncing back and fort,
cyber attacks and its ransom through every digital port.
Devastating electronic viruses and its losses,
the e-war that cripples the integrity of its state bosses.
Paralyzed system beyond repair and its consequence,
infodemic stories in the story become a dramatic reference.
Informational theft and the Holy Grail of global control,
the 5G mask and its needed diaper for that holy scroll.
Stimulated elected mediocrity for limited patriots,
as frustrated slaves call for public fanatic riots.
Digital diversification to the narrowest perspective,
symptoms of failure in intelligence effective.
Categories:
narrowest, humanity, pollution, war,
Form:
Ballade
Dusty Feet
Your hands are for healing.
Your eyes I adore.
Your feet walked from heaven
To dusty earth floor.
You speak truth and love.
You share treasured time.
You lift up the song in
My heart without rhyme.
You draw out the lost
In the bustling crowd.
You shun not the sinner
the lofty or the proud.
At the well you show kindness.
At the wedding you share.
At the temple cast out
Those who shouldn't be there.
You feed all the hungry.
You settle the storm.
You show that stone throwing
Just isn't the norm...
Where you come from is peaceful
With a worshipful buzz.
And you're bringing this Earth-ward
Just to share it with us.
And what have I learned
As you hang from a tree?
That your presence has shown us
How a good life can be.
No opulent gesture, or lavish display
But quietly walking the narrowest way.
And the weight of the world
As You silently bend
Tells of love beyond favour
My Saviour.
My friend.
Categories:
narrowest, best friend, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
I Ask You Please
Please do not ignore me
It was not my fault I was born
I had nothing but love for you
I looked up to you
I needed you
And you just left me
I had no home
No food or water
No one to love
Against all odds l survived
I begged and stole
I slept in the narrowest of cracks
I was too young to do anything else
I looked and looked for you
Looked for anyone who would love me
I watch people walk by
They do not see me
They never even look
But, I am there in the shadows
Hungry, cold and all alone
Still, I survived and I asked one thing
Please do not ignore me
Categories:
narrowest, absence, child, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Lifted from the Earth's atmosphere
without having a visible body,
the narrowest gate appeared to me!
Was it the Seventh Heaven?
Two angels ushered me in...
without asking me whom I wanted to see!
With gentle voices and bright smiles of omnipotence:
they opened up Life's Book saying with acknowledged privilege,
" Your name is written on the first page,
come with us and meet your family and friends! "
Surprised by what they had convincingly said,
I followed them along the golden walls where saints happily sang.
I refrained from asking, " Where's God, the Eternal one? "
Anticipating my anxiety, they turn to me to vanish my doubt,
" Good man, you were chosen by Him for your profound faith,
have patience and you will see God on His majestic throne! "
I nodded and continued to follow them as my awe increased by the minute,
" Don't worry, you can't die if you see Him...you are a spirit! "
was their remark as the Almighty God and His resurrected Son
waived me on assuring me with their strong voices, " Your trails are forever gone! "
Categories:
narrowest, father, happiness, inspirational, places,
Form:
Rhyme