Best Ofttimes Poems
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic, emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to taste rainbow hues, beloved.
Categories:
ofttimes, art, baby, cat,
Form:
It was a miserable existence,
that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
of a hurt-filled violent life
She always walked on eggshells,
avoided direct eye contact
Did nothing that would get him balled-fist riled up
She always spoke in a timid voice,
deferred on every household decision
Never did complain when the sex was too rough
Ofttimes it wasn't even her
that would get his pot boiling
Get him steamed and hopping mad
It could be the telly news,
the neighbor's cat
Or the photo of his mum and dad
It was a daily chore,
washing away the pain
that was mixed in with the bloodstains
It was a daily chore,
rinsing away the tears
that was mixed in with the whiskey and beers
And each night before turning out the light,
she has to take her daily dose of verbal abuse
Then tiredly arise with swollen, sullen eyes —
rehearse to neighbors another recycled excuse
And for a few hours she gets to enjoy
a quiet space that is blissfully sweet
Escape in daydreams before she faces
the daily grind of wash, rinse, repeat
This is one of my never-commented-on poems.
It deals with a disturbing issue, domestic violence.
Originally posted on 10-7-2016
— Romantic Warrior
Categories:
ofttimes, abuse, anxiety, marriage, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
.
I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
Categories:
ofttimes, analogy, imagery,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm;
And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm.
She was a fine student, pert and popular; like the primrose popularity;
Or stars appearing at the designated hour, sparkling like crystal clarity.
Mary Muffet lived in a small town, with loving parents and her siblings,
Who sympathized with her fear of spiders; like colorful, fall misgivings.
Friends flanked their white picket fence, in fall days of glamour, striking;
And wove fanciful tales with flourish, like flowering genesis, so enticing!
Far off family ofttimes visited Fernglen, with its farms, rich with future;
For fishing and other rollicking fun, staying on 'til varicolored, fall rumor.
They lived in the house of quaint beauty, like charming red, berry sun;
Fondly gazing on pearly moon twice daily, the ritual begun on day one.
Songs sunrise to sunset serenaded, on dappled, silent, Sowerby Street;
But, a scorching summer bled scarlet roses, at the red butterfly retreat.
Near neighbors stayed on a first name basis, in unending, plum seasons;
Of days and nights of green nature; like teal surf, which never weakens.
Summer's glory was in the tiny details, like prayer plants, giving praise;
When sun face orchids, wore sunny smiles, in colored fields of noon haze.
And jade baby toes plants were crawling, through hours of soon history;
In honey days of bicolored hibiscus, filled with heady scents of mystery.
Mary attended a church celebration one day, along with her whole family;
And food was served indoors and out, as pink robin sang of gold, happily.
Mary had such fun playing games! There was much laughter and talking.
Then Mary had a craving for cheese, so like shadows, inside went walking.
Once inside, 'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider, who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.'
As Mary screamed and ran, causing a rumpus, she drew a lot of attention;
But, was suddenly embarrassed by her overreaction, like fall's suspension.
Little Miss Muffet was thence more mature, a natural result of getting older,
And fear of spiders was left behind, like summer blossoming, grown bolder.
Categories:
ofttimes, beautiful, celebration, fantasy, fear,
Form:
Couplet
Sunrise in the morning fills the heart with glee,
a new day, a new start for you and for me.
Quote - Poet’s own
To Each Devottee
Sun raised her head in a blaze of glory
Rising from behind a picturesque tree
I stood in awe as she rose to her space
To shine down on the world with lustrous grace.
The sky was a sight to glimpse this morning
Bright blue with wispy cloudscape adorning
Sunrise is stunning, as is the sunset
Alluring bequests of which earth is blessed.
Ofttimes I ponder o’er planets mystique
How round the universe asteroids creep
Of the moon and stars that light up the night
Though by morning have disappeared from sight.
Praise to the magnificent creation
Being viewed worldwide from every nation
In different time zones though it may be
It’s God's precious gift to each devotee.
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23rd October 2022
Categories:
ofttimes, appreciation, creation, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Barefoot she walked along the sandy shore,
her golden hair soft fluttering in the breeze.
Like gossamer the flimsy dress she wore,
her soul at peace with joy and youthful ease.
The island shimmered in a summer haze
across the bay, the sea so calm and bright.
As in a dream, it caught and held her gaze,
Her quickening heartbeat spoke of her delight,
as at a lover's silken touch sublime.
The sky had deepened to a burnished gold,
a spectacle of eloquent design
and artistry, exquisite to behold.
She felt the warmth of sand between her toes,
and at the water's edge, the rise and fall
of distant oceans did their truths disclose.
In perfect harmony she heard their call,
an ancient call that echoes down the years,
to speak of things unknown and deeds as yet
undone, and pleasures ofttimes turned to tears,
as lovers' hearts she breaks without regret.
She pauses and with scarce a backward glance,
she steps into the silvery beckoning foam.
It welcomes her as in a merry dance,
of kindred seaborne spirits coming home.
Her lovely form is taken by the waves
and she is gone.Her footprints in the sand
alll that remains of everything he craves.
Forlorn and unbelieving, still he stands.
At length he hears, above the ocean's swell,
a phantom whispering in the wind, "Farewell".
Categories:
ofttimes, beach, fantasy, farewell, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
Elegy To Love
Shy glances from o’er ones shoulder
Longer looks that become bolder
Grade school crushes, Painful blushes
Turn to longing… as one grows older
Strangers still (but not for long)…
Hanging out on mid-summer night
A game of tag, A touch so slight
A mad dash away, but not too fast
Mutual wishes… for the night to last
Total strangers? (Not anymore!)
Late Moonlit night,
Bedecked in magic mist
shared pilfered cigarette
First shared stolen kiss
Strangers no more (But not lovers yet)
Drive-in movies, cuddlin’? Yup!
Watchin’ each other, not the screen
Makin’ moves, feelin’ grown up
Only get one time to be a teen
Strange to be apart (bereft when we are)
Quick drive out of state
Taking vows before a justice of the peace
Quick decision, (cause she’s late)
Doin’ the right thing. That’s what they think at least
Strange to be an adult. (much less a parent to be)
Entry level job, minimum wage
Diapers and tantrums, daydreams and debt
Ofttimes seem not to be on the same page
Still feelin’ the glow…and yet
Strange to be middle-aged
Kids are of an age
Where their constant condition
Seems to be only of rage
In their time of transition
Stranger still (the going downhill)
Kids gone now
Ardour slowing
Seems somehow
Less affection showing
Strange changes (in trust and in faith)
Going separate ways
More often it seems
No longer sharing
Similar dreams
Stranger still, that coldness creeps in
That the love and the trust…
wither slowly away
Weather into dust as gently
As night… turns into day
Stranger by far
From strangers to lovers
Is the life circle we close
From lovers ‘neath covers
to “what God only knows?”
Strange indeed!
Is the course of one’s life
The path on which we wend
The curious way that husband and wife
Change and become
…strangers again...
Categories:
ofttimes, change, eulogy, lost love,
Form:
Elegy
Mesmerized by her beauty as gazing upon her splendours..
Past my bedrooms curtains and through her open window
I knew she knew I was watching having waved unto myself
Moments afore whileas she was slipping from, her clothing
She has always done so since moving next door myself shy
Until today, as ofttimes loving her dews petals; fantasizing
About her perfect beauty and her long flowing auburn hair
Bronzed complextion glistening legs her shapely full breast
Checking my hair my blouse my make up nervous, wanting
Ringing the doorbell my reflections looking within the glass
Joy as surprised when she answers wearing nothing except
A glowing smile and warm, welcoming eyes; inviting me in
Slight hesitation flames rising her breast, brushing my skin
Heart pounding her soft wet kiss; palms caressing her hips
Dreamy, gazing up into her oceans skies imparting, utopia...
My love's kissing, sucking, licking her lips; her creamful bliss.
Categories:
ofttimes, beautiful, girl, love, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Grief in Mourning
The price of love is grief, so it's been said
There's nothing can tear the magnetic thread
Love's a bond that ties one to another
Parents, siblings, friends and lifetime lovers.
Though we’re aware in death we come apart
It's tough moving on when we've lost dear hearts
We’ll ofttimes hear them, feel their presence too
Our memories will always guide us through.
People that we love shape the who we are
When gone they'll shine in our hearts alike stars
If you spot white feathers fall from above
They're from angels in heaven sent with love.
24th April 2021
Grief in 12 lines or less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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Categories:
ofttimes, grief, love, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
.
Mine spew 'pon slip is as
'the letting of blood'
of yore
to ease the mystery of
love
within
I
Of
Salacious
it's sweet affect
The breathe of i
Mine life's flow
Drips
'Pon slip
With
enamoring fuddle
twists of lexis
luuuve
Mine Muse
Ofttimes precariously
'Pon slip
bustles
The savant
know
mine bellow
Categories:
ofttimes, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Resurrection Day Blessings:
I
Two as One, Many into One
Wisdom speaks of Dreamer and Dreamed
When Dreamer “sleeps” it is then IT happens
Jesus speaks of His Love for the Redeemed
As God and He are One, He dreams that for His disciples
II
Coming out of dream, back on earthy ground
My Beloved and I are one, ofttimes
We have wills of our own, individual drives
That redshifts the starlight, sometimes
Space is warp and time is the woof
I dream of Beloved and I as THE fabric, spacetime!
III
The Gravity of the dream is from she and he, to Universality
Could we become a rock with mass, Einstein’s MASSive energy?
D E N S I T Y
To warp the fabric of spacetime toward a Black Hole
In the universe, while seeking THAT universality?
Tat Tvam Asi, says the Sanskrit of Hindu philosophy
One, dreamed as many by the Master-Dreamer
Who will awake first: the DOING or the Happening?
In the metaphor, I am exhausted witness, surrendered yet doing!
Categories:
ofttimes, appreciation, bible, creation, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride
Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,
and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).
Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,
whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating,
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit
ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.
Thus respecting Sir Isaac
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest
inertia keeps said entity at rest.
Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir
exerting estimable energy
decreasing arduous strain
therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous
magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.
Categories:
ofttimes, adventure, confusion, imagination, journey,
Form:
Free verse
February fourth nineteen ninety nine...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.
Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown, PA 19401)
nine months after spermatozoon gave chase
to ovulating ova
(cue all around the mulberry bush...
pop goes the weasel),
the former latter did embrace,
where sonogram revealed inchoate face
courtesy yours truly burst into
singing amazing grace
adoring newborn exquisite
as finely wrought lace
a biological daughter frisson
snap, pop, and crackling within myspace
automatically, immediately, and ultimately
ingratiating special place
within mine heart of darkness.
No greater purposefulness
exists than to behold thee alive
bearing witness regarding thee
exiting thru birth canal ye did dip and dive.
Tethered to umbilical cord
analogous to astronaut
linkedin to mother ship
bobbing and weaving
once forced out the womb
thru metaphorical fjord
inconsolable offspring crying,
no matter papa implored
though nonreligious, nevertheless
ofttimes paradoxically invoking lord.
How quickly orbitz around the sun sped away
crawling and climbing in no time
atop highest ledge utmost goal without delay,
which might help explain
mine premature hairs of gray
and your dare devilish more frightening
than being hunted down courtesy janissary
(or so I imagine) above exaggeration, I may
beg poetic license and pray
ye anonymous reader enjoy
reading about our precocious Shay
(Hebrew for beautiful)
progeny, who though developmentally challenged
frequently ordinarily calm, cool and collected dada
uttering stronger epithet than oy vey.
Now, one score plus two years
astride planet earth ye attest
to mine wide eyed opened amazement
buzzfeeding, snapchatting and livingsocial
(shutterflying a pinteresting life)
more so than me at twenty two,
no matter I did detest
living under same roof as parents,
cuz yours truly felt like
most unwanted guest!
Categories:
ofttimes, absence, adventure, beautiful, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
That a little tid bit in truth about, myself
This lease piece, you see ? As out of the blue
His other half tains flesh, ofttimes makes me laugh
With these crazy thoughts; entertaining another dull day
Amid his valley of death her Babylon; isn't she, pretty in pink...
Anyway, psycho's latest episode took us to Georgetown and Regan
Bypassing tinsel town's theatrics tilt, a closer look ? Taboo, it's thought ?
Conventional, we are not: love, for every life although shall never part; 'Creation
Yet baby's other side this dynamic in reason brought about images his, transcending....
Daemon clutching their crucifix shouting about the throws be, verb lunacy: lubricate me, lubricate, meeee
Jovial's boy had me rolling once again; such, hilarious visions from beyound her realms ? Ludicrous, bruntly bowed.
Categories:
ofttimes, baptism, inspirational, love,
Form:
Dear distant neighbor:
your Asian pain is acutely common to me
The oppression bond
links us together navel-to-navel
Thou art my brother,
for God have deemed it so
Dear near neighbor:
your Caucasian pain is very common to me,
The dividing racial line
joins us together at the hip
Thou art my sister,
for God made us have shared crimson joy
from the same blood ink dip
Overcoming the fear and the distrust;
oh, what a wonderful feeling,
borne of unconditional bonding love
The brotherhood bond of humanity
ofttimes does not hold fast
The differences that we mostly surface see,
hinders us from moving forward
Keeps us always slipping backward
into the maddening morass of the past
The temporary peace that we have,
from time to time, doesn’t last long
An occasional peace,
which come from the things
we find common ground to agree on
I’ve felt your pain,
and you’ve felt mine as well
We’ve experienced each other’s heartache,
and then some more
The lessened burden that we’ve carried
in life at times, was made bearable ...
because it was shared by another somewhere else —
The brotherhood bond holding strong
Bravely shouldering the extra hardship
of someone not bone of our bone
It was our suffering tears they were crying,
when we felt comforting relief from the pain
It was our withered dreams that were dying,
when their flowers received the blossoming rain
The wisdom of the brotherhood bond
is a bountiful harvest of shared witnessing
Wisdom gleaned with heavenly surety ...
Showing us that an umbilical equality
is rooted in everything
Categories:
ofttimes, inspirational, truth, wisdom, world,
Form:
Dramatic Verse