Best Nerves Of Steel Poems
There is a place inside my head
Where thoughts of other worlds will tread
When I awaken from a dream
Standing alongside a purple stream
With a lime green cast upon the skies
And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes
Moons and stars that look so *****
And a rushing sound within my ears
I wonder if I should be afraid
To be in a place quite so strange
Roots of trees lying all around
Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground
There beyond the shivering leaves
Many eyes staring back at me
Out of the shroud of thickened mist
On my hand is placed a gentle kiss
The nerves of steel begin to fray
With a restless feeling akin to dismay
As a darkening shadow draws so near
And yet still. I feel no fear.
Suddenly aware of fields of green
The most beautiful place I've ever seen
A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills
Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill
With windows wide open to a soothing breeze
Finding it's way through the forest of trees
Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train
As I felt a tremble inside my brain
I hear whispers there upon my ear
And yet still. I feel no fear
The origin of such a beautiful song
Grabbing my hand and pulling me along
Oh it's the One who gave me life
Father dearest with all your might
Giving me the strength to let you go
And become a part of the superlative show
With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes
While I watch you capture such a glorious prize
Deep down I can feel the time is near
And yet still. I feel no fear
Scattered pieces of a great full life
Flash before mine deep inside
A heart string is plucked to the tune of love
Played by an angel sent from way up above
While brilliant rays of light abound
There I see you safe and sound
Traveling back alone from where I came
Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain
Recalling the soft whisper you had to say
"Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day."
Feeling a presence always so near
And yet still. I feel no fear
On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York coach to appear
With cool nerves of steel; he showed no fear.
A gentleman by day and a Highwayman by night
Only carried out his crimes when the moon shone bright
Nicknamed Captain Luna; there was a price on his head
If you didn’t part with your valuables you’d end up dead
He heard it in the distance; the approaching coach
A lady friend had requested a necklace or a brooch
He'd heard some well to do had attended a ball
They'd be dripping with jewellery; he wanted it all.
He moved onto the road as the coach drew near
His face covered with a black mask to instill fear
He ordered the two coachmen “slow down to a stop
And throw down those bags you have on the top”.
He then shouted to the passengers" alight if you please
And line up if you will, over yonder by them tree’s”
Three ladies and a gentleman dressed in clothes so fine
Adorned with jewellery that twinkled, in the moonshine.
He said “you and your fine jewellery must forever part
Please fill up my leather bag and I'll let you depart”
The ladies were crying thinking that they'd all die
They thought anything Captain Luna said would be a lie.
He went through the bags and pulled out a silk dress
And thought to himself this will fit my lady friend Tess
He picked up his leather bag and into the night rode away
Leaving his victims quite shaken and in total disarray.
Written 15th day of April 2020.
I just can’t distinguish between
the nerves of steel you clasp onto,
or the weakness in momentary
corrosion I hold dearly.
I perceive you as this man.
A man of free will-
You take me higher than the planes,
yet you stand lower than the reveries.
I’ve seen you in those moods, you know.
Those trickled down insane fits you
think are customary.
I observe your light,
as I stand in the ebony of the night-
I discern your ample moments,
as I get lost in atonement.
A glimpse of remorse inside those eyes-
identifying maybe…just maybe,
with my pain.
The pain you caused out of anger.
I made a discovery though-
I figured out that when you seek
alleviation from your anguish,
you somehow are able to let-go
of all you hold dear.
This makes me tremble.
This makes me fear you.
Your frozen soul has given nothing
but icicles that drown me from the
top of the snow-capped pines,
m e l t i n g
down towards my oblivion.
The chill you give,
makes me not want to live-
The embrace I dream,
is never as it seems.
I try to ignore your worthlessness
and I descry your fury for indignation.
For you are nothing but an
immoral man-
A man content with hiding onto
the obscurity of condemnation.
May 28, 2017
The piano grumbled at his touch,
Playing fortissimo on command...
Nerves of steel snapping a string.
Ambitious to a fault, practicing the night into alarm,
Lizst spilled from the printed page
Like sour milk for a feral cat.
As he rose from the bench, music in hand,
An audible whispered relief rustled the curtains
And silence cradled the grateful room.
With nerves of steel and iron will,
I rolled a boulder up a hill.
With perseverance, guts and grit,
I almost reached the top of it,
but the rock then went the other way,
and as I speak to you today,
I must tell you the reason that
I stand before you, pancake flat.
Rumors and cruel vibes ...
Select a button - red, yellow or black,
PRESS !!!
- no one hears you scream
Alone on Clinton Road in West Milford
Halloween; when the trumpets announce midnight
Ghosts with red and yellow eyes
Test your courage
Jackpot ... paranormal activity
... you thought you had nerves of steel
(there is a real danger that you pee in your pants)
Whats the hell is going on here ?
Take a pinch of salt
and throw it over your left shoulder
The mystery remains unsolved
11.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
1st place in the contest
Circle the wagons,
We must protect our love,
Arrows and spears
Let them fly above
No one will take me away
No one will make my last day
I have too much to lose
Since loving you
I'll fight against all odds
And do what I must do
Shoot your rifles,
Unlease your arrow
When this day is over
No way can you harrow
My love concrete
My nerves of steel
I'll beat you all
And you'll feel
My fist of rage
My refusal to give way
And you can return with more soldiers
Another day
I'll tear your hearts out,
Spit on your grave
And I'm not claiming
To be so brave
But hurt my love,
And all bets are off
I'll throttle your neck
I'll seal your fate
And show you the
True face of hate.
A woman can be a sweet and gentle soul
With a heart of gold and nerves of steel,
She can hold her own in the worst of times
And let you know exactly how she feels.
She can tell you who and what she is like
To define her in words is seldom necessary,
For her beauty and charm is self-evident
Nothing about a woman is at all ordinary.
I define her as one of God’s best creations
Grandmother, mother, sister, aunt, friend
A nurturing, loving, phenomenal delight
The best women I know, a delightful blend,
I never define a woman in biological terms
She is so much more than eggs and sperms.
[definition of a woman]
HONORABLE MENTION
Written April 11, 2022
For "u Choose" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Nerves of Steel
Diana Rigg
Was in an Avenging gig.
As Emma Peal
She had nerves of steel.
Some chances, come once in a lifetime
It is important to seize the day
If you don't you'll be filled with regret
As you watch goodfortune go away
Yes it's true, hindsights twenty twenty
If only you had taken that chance
When it comes to luck you make your own
Stop waiting, just take part in the dance
If you don't strike while the iron's hot
You won't be able to change its shape
Superman, couldn't rescue the girl
If he was afraid to put on his cape
Taking chances is not so easy
It often requires nerves of steel
When in the end you receive your prize
You will be glad that you spun the wheel
Then you can say remember that time
I am so glad that I seized that day
Who would have thought, life could be so good
I am so glad it turned out this way
Seize the Day Free verse
Will your lifetime pass
Along with your chances
Days lost not seized
Abandoned to the sands of time
Left to sit in a pool of regret
Don't look back with twenty twenty vision
To the time you were so blind
Don't let good fortune be a fleeting guest
She wants to sit at your table
She says come to me
Dance with me
Seize the day
Pour her a glass of wine
Seduce her
Take her in your arms
Lay her on your bed
Make her want to stay
Lesser men will turn away
Don your cape
Be the Superhero
Spin the wheel
Rewrite the future
Claim your prize
Make your dreams reality
Luck does favor the bold
One day
You can look back and remember
You seized the day
Your life was fully lived
Regrets few
You can choose to be full
Content
Satisfied
Thankful
Proof that dreams do come true
Metamorph contest
Focus…
I know it’s over but I don’t want it to end
I’m closing my eyes to try and live it all again
In this frame of mind scenes are leaving me speechless
And again just like the other night I’m looking for the words
I’m a mass of mixed emotion with too much happening at once
It’s easy come easy go for the pleasure to live
In and out of the darkness watch my energy surge and fade
You can look into my eyes and see the shadow rising
I’m breaking up and down, shredding up those nerves of steel
Can I break any new ground by telling you how I feel?
Neither happy nor sad, kind of numb without emotion
I’m very indifferent now,
And it has become very hard to focus
Since loving you, there’s no way back
My nerves of steel begin to crack
When you lean in for a tender kiss
We’re laid in bed, this solitary bliss
Rough edges of the words you spoke
Pierce me with every word you wrote
Let your lips clean up this blood
Before the wall lets in this flood
Oh, the water is wading in
My train of thought wearing thin
Let me sink into this dark sleep
Open the gates and let them reap
Forgive me of this minds stimulation
Your touch sets fire to my imagination
Carry on and let our minds entwine
For I am yours, and you are mine
Guilty pleasures
has you on a Siberian Ferris wheel,
spinning rapidly
Gulag suicidal libido
urges you to cock the trigger and squeeze
Keep repeating the nightmare:
Six torture chambers
Six gas chambers
Six motel rooms
with five vacancies
It's your last chance to exit
this cursed promiscuous existence;
but you don't beg to get off,
this is how you like to get off
Six bridal chambers
Six bed chambers
Six hotel rooms
Face the sex gun ... spin the chambers,
and watch the cowards run
You don't like to play it safe,
law abiding abstinence makes no sense to you
You love the thrill of knowing you might die
from doing something you love to do
It's the way of a sex outlaw: hell raising and guns blazing
and booties shaking in every bar and brothel
Thrill-seeking junkie cowboy,
you're gonna stay on this rough ride,
try to buck the bronco
You got big macho dreams
of being the head legs-spread honcho ...
sweating beads of lead perspiration
in the fire down below
You need amoral nerves of steel,
if you wanna partner up with the devil
Mete out to the innocent souls much ricochet suffering
Promiscuous criminality don't pay ---
Doing anything with anybody,
then giving it to everybody ...
gonna send you to your grave one day
Guilty pleasures
has sentenced you to a life riddled with
holes in your two brains
Serving time in chains of misery and pain
The destination is oblivion,
for all who board this prison bullet train
He is a special breed, for a special deed
You would never know by the way that he looks
He has nerves of steel. heart becomes cold
But his goal is a special deed
A renegade, can't always do it by the book'
His life is always on hold
He dress he dresses like a out law, still inside the law
He has to blend in and not be found out
No matter what kind of crime, he has to talk the talk
Make them think that he is out law
No room for any doubt
He is dead if he can't walk the walk
Gets down in their cesspool
Smells the same smell that they do
Walking a tight rope all the time
No room for any kind of fool
Not the regular man in blue
But he knows how to get the slime
The thing that they hate the most is a :snitch"
If found out he could get blown away
In my book they are the cream of the crop
He loves to tell a criminal in cuffs,"Yeah life is a b...tch
You could not get me to do that on his pay
Thank God for the under cover cop
Into the street he sauntered one day
Might be his last, no one could say.
Wore a sassy Stetson, chaps and spurs
ring-jingly things, with raucous burrs.
A silvered six gun pressed his hip
a tiny tremble dressed his lip.
Tough as nails with firm resolve
he hoped this battle would absolve,
a hidden weed of secret fear
(kept to himself, so very near).
With nerves of steel he ambled along
his sober thoughts a mournful song.
It was not very far across the town
to the scene of the big showdown.
When he reached the square he gave a shout
to a lurking foe he yelled, “COME OUT!”
But no man breached the lair’s cold door,
so he lifted the latch, chilled to the core.
His enemy glanced up, with face in mask,
our hero blanched, crushed by his task.
His quick draw hand was not advanced
but a warm foul liquid filled his pants
For in the hand of his fated foe
was a killing tool, he’d soon come to know.
“Mommy!” “Mommy! “Mommy!” the gunslinger cried.
Thrice he pleaded, but was denied.
For the quest he faced was not for thrill.
It was the dreaded, droning, Dentist’s drill.