Best On Key Poems
they’re sensitive my words
exposed wires
like veins hidden
under the scars
of too many verbal attacks
like swarms of vampire bats
who puncture the night
turn the downpour red
you’ve never been able to stay on key
or open doors that needed one
like the beating one under your breast
with the rusted bars and the rusted lock
living in the city
alone is your state of mind
where once you found
the company to be friendly
where you could block those thoughts
travelled in the dark memories of your existence
and the only light was the bright white smile
you so casually hid behind
your casual stiff pose that fooled no one
not for a nickel or a dime
where glass although smoother than ice
cracked under your sharpened blades
it was there your pretty face resided
ugly and broken from that perspective
until you pulled out
your pencil and paper
until you placed people
and moved them
taught them to talk
saw something in that
for a little while you turned off the tap
suddenly attracted a crowd
one or two even saw beyond your guise
felt fine just to be you
for a length of time
before you fell
on the pavement
buried
in the concrete
oh too real
you were there
you were gone
and never regained your balance
life as easy as it comes
was too difficult
couldn’t explain
how you managed to grow old
sitting singular in your unlit corner
where nothing came of your success
or of your kind words
from your kind lips
and still kind
hopefully
to the bitter end
Categories:
on key, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
On specific night, the moon shows part a story
With sliced light's slant on key rock,
By at odd interests' solarity—
The cold rock fires back
Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals;
From behind, dark side's show, light lack.
Haunted angles
Sun spangled
Rankled
On specific night, the moon shows part a story
Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals,
Rankled.
Categories:
on key, angst, deep, introspection, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
forever seemed to long for me
so i chose to make it start today
i went to church, (which is rare for me)
and sadly for you, i ran away.
i sat through the horrible singing
even though it was by a professional choir
it was great going to a concert for free
but God, they have made you a liar
when i tell people i hate Christians
they wonder why if I'm 'one of them'
just keep reading my story
you'll understand by the end
you see, it wasn't that the music was bad
it was all on key and harmonic
but the thing that bothered me
everyone's actions were also melodic
they all swayed in a zombified way
and i tried but i couldn't feel God
i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting
disguised as a church building squad
all that mattered were the numbers they brought
whether it be people or money
they higher the digits became
the more i found it funny
funny that 'this' is what church has become
funny that 'these' are the holy
funny that 'this' is what they make god
all because they changed him so slowly
the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin
by us i mean those who are saved
they hate us cause you act like you don't
and make them feel like we're enslaved
Categories:
on key, angst, faith, inspirational, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains,
startling lilt, notes we can remember.
We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation,
not reincarnation.
When memory is destroyed, we are spared
thorns, destiny.
No further life.
Peace be with you.
With you, Father.
To each the choice, known, unknown, of what the
heart can render. Rending forever, keeping us
worn, sworn to earth, dust.
Do not erect stones for me, they would keep me
company. I did not have companionship in
life, why plague the stones at sunset?
Cover me with thorns, as in life, one reed,
one drum. I clutch music of death,
no salvation, yet reincarnation.
You are in peace. Let me.
Remember me.
Remember.
Who would leave their bed of winter's night
to light dark's ice with wax candle?
Not you, priest...
bound by law to the body, not soul's grief
or expansion.
Bound to limit the soul in one direction.
Denial of reed and drum leads voices,
in canto, to ceilings.
Captured. Tonal.
Never twice on key.
To each a choice...thorn, dulled thorn.
Thorn nonetheless.
Vine. Rose.
What redemption after salvation?
Can salvation be redeemed?
Must it, should it, by who's hand...
long the vine, short the rose.
Together...vining rose of headstones
rendering hollowness in winter's
dark ice.
For you who remember...
a candle.
Categories:
on key, allegory,
Form:
Alliteration
Hello all! This next poem is a very special poem because it was written by my father when I was very young and because of him, he has passed his talent to write poetry down to me. This poem is called "Sapora Rifka" or Hebrew for "singing bird" (Yes, I new fact about me is that I am Jewish :P) Anyway, please enjoy "Sapora Rifka" by my father!
Despite the Chelsea,
Ever arrayed and a keen,
Sapora Rifka soars high above the world she lives in.
Childlike in her disposition.
Sapora Rifka finds joy in harmonizing what she sees.
Sports Rifka, my little fatal;
On key to sing her many songs of praise.
Categories:
on key, family, father, father daughter,
Form:
Haiku
mosquito on arm
fingers moving on key board
cool exploytation
Categories:
on key, environment,
Form:
Haiku
What happened to you?
You used to be so sweet.
The one and only guy,
My eyes would ever meet.
You were my man,
Once upon a time.
Giving me flowers,
And sweet valentines.
Now all I know,
Is you deserted me.
Won’t look me in the eyes,
And talk right on key.
You’ve become so cruel,
And I loved you so.
So this Valentines Day,
I’ll try to let you go.
From deep in my heart,
and deep in my brain.
All the memories we shared,
Will forever remain.
That I cant forget
My love is too strong
So this Valentines Day
I’ll try to move on.
Categories:
on key, angst, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss,
Form:
McWhirtle
youth
play while growing up
play when living toward your dreams
play when you are old
drowning
the trick of swimming
is to know when to stroke it
and when to float it
snuff
when terminating
some life, plant or animal,
rejoice its being
lessen
serenity prayer
reminds there's little control
you're human, ok?
past
ancestors taught you
everything they knew 'til then
they could do no more
present
did you hear of the
golden rule when you were young?
remember it now
future
children need guidance
look to past and present to
help guide them forward
policy
rules are made to be
followed from experience,
but always questioned
visions
both dark and light views
show beauty and/or wisdom
to enrich our lives
song
it's better to sing
on key and pitch, but any voice
is better than none
...lastly
a five seven five
rule of writing light verse makes
things interesting
© Goode Guy 2013-05-16
Categories:
on key, imagination, inspiration, introspection, life,
Form:
Haiku
The best way to win a race,
Is to race as fast as you can.
To know the better lines to drive,
And be the better man.
To swerve right on key moments,
Then to speed up when it's right,
To know when to battle for position,
And to know when not to fight.
And to repeat these moves, this line and grit,
Every lap of the entire race.
To be the consistent driver,
And never lose your pace.
The best way to race a race,
To have the right to brag,
Is to give every stage the best you've got,
Then you'll get the chequered flag.
Categories:
on key, car, race,
Form:
Quatrain
Song of My Heart
Heart song,
Midsummer dream,
Intones sweet poetry,
Love notes resolve in harmonies -
Vespers
Music,
Weaves themes of joy,
Transposes dawn and dusk
Tableaus of half-notes bind lost chords -
In tune
Verses
Winsome lyrics
Tempos sing in duets,
My song breathes in stanzas of sighs
On key
Refrains,
Heart arias,
Beat with mercy’s cadence
Laughter chants a prelude to peace -
Pure pitch
Heartbeats
Sing like love songs
Strummed upon taut heartstrings
Breathless choruses of downbeats -
Heart songs
5-15-23
Contest: Song of My Heart
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Categories:
on key, heart, music, song,
Form:
Cinquain
"Run! Run along and play, Baby T!"
Mama Rex told her little one, as she pitter-patted from the cave.
"Wait! Did you brush your ... teeth?" she trailed off,
Realizing Baby T was now out of earshot.
She was a good mama, and knew the importance of oral hygiene,
Especially for a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She thought to follow and call Baby T back, but no,
Her wee one was diligent about such things.
Today was a special play day, and she'd let nothing interfere ...
On the morrow came Dino School, and a new life!
She smiled, remembering HER school, now for Baby T -
Hunting, hiding, fossil prevention, and her own favorite, ROARING!
Oh, Baby T would love it all, especially play hunts with her dino-mates,
But, as formidable as a T-Rex can be, they had to be safe ...
There were many species much larger and stronger than hers,
And she needed to learn the ways to protect herself.
Roaring was an important defense, and Baby T had practiced, long ...
Since early hatchhood Mama Rex had taught her,
And not only could she roar like an adult, but she, little Baby T, could SING!
She had been the talk of the clan for a long time,
But 'morrow was the day when she would prove her special talent,
For when she sang - when she showed those dazzled teeth and crooned,
Even the most ferocious of beasts would turn tail,
For dear, sweet, tiny Baby T, was NEVER ... on key!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Dinosaur(s) - For Children" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
on key, analogy, animal, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Singing gently sneaks inward
often taking us unaware with
unusual new tones and nontones.
Note how wild wind flutters leaves
driving ears to stand and snatch
soft sounds of cool air tapping.
An unexpected blast booms when
boiled water readily rumbles
on key, sputters and splashes.
Uncap water’s playful plop
near full faucets or its wet
dramatic gush from hoses.
All without traditional
lyrics, these symphonies do
lull us into high humming.
A peek at a fire’s frenzy adds
radical sizzles ending
our samples of timed tempos.
Understand that to some mere
noise causes headaches, cringes
and inner storms,
but others recognize airy,
drowning, liquid and burning
compositions.
Categories:
on key, how i feel, music,
Form:
Free verse
Remember Beefsteak Charlies?
I don’t remember the last time I saw one
but every time I see one of those
tomatoes, I remember Charlie
my Charlie, the one who befriended me
he didn’t have to, after all
he was my grandfather.
Charlie set the bar high
32 years with a seasoned life coach
no one in my life came close.
He was a fruit man and when I was small,
he’d take me with him to work
a little red-haired girl in Bed Sty
playing with sawdust on Key Food’s floor
chattering with Bible ladies
who found me irresistible
who wore fashionable hats and shoes
and kept me in their prayers.
We’d have lunch at Arthur’s counter
or stop at a diner on the way home
He loved diners. When I was older
he’d take me to breakfast before school
even my teen years didn’t scare him away
We’d go to Chapman’s - Nick and Gertie -
she made the best grilled cheese sandwich
Charlie made a true best friend.
I tagged along because he was fun
and he sneakily gave me education
Charlie never made it past 8th grade
but no lettered professor
could match his wit or knowledge
he wiggled God into my heart
and society onto my conscience
and he laughed every day, at everything
at himself the hardest.
People loved him because he was real
I loved him because I just did.
He taught my daughters to sing and to color
a real playmate rollicking
along a floor full of trains and trolls
and every time I see those tomatoes
I remember his gardens
he would show me, teach me, tell me
the jewel was the beefsteak
unmatched in flavor, yet
big and lumpy, truly imperfect.
That beefsteak was everything
every seed, a lesson
growth spurring and rounding
imperfect and ever changing.
I mourn that man every day
but my teacher echoes
in every lesson he planted
in magic tomatoes
their voice in my ear
be better, be better.
Categories:
on key, appreciation, grandfather, imagery, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Good morning, folks...John Doe here
Live- from Channel WXYZ-TV
Bringing you today and tomorrow's weather forecast...
And how the weekend's weather just might be
Saturday morning starts off very nice
Sunny and warm with the high around thirty-one
Mixed with some rain and a possible chance of snow
A good day to go out and have some fun
More sunshine in the early afternoon
With thickening clouds heading our way
A beautiful day for a picnic party, possibly
Or...a boat ride on the bay
The sun returns by mid to late evening...
With a chance of a severe thunderstorm
A wintry mix of sleet and hail- maybe, possibly
Right on key with today's norm
Tomorrow's forecast looks a little better
With a fifty percent chance of weather...
And the low around thirty-one
You just might see a floating feather
Hoping you all have a safe, warm, cool weekend
Enjoy your picnics, or boat rides on the sea
John Doe, here...
Live- from channel WXYZ-TV
'You're A Weather Forecaster' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
3/16/2022
Categories:
on key, humorous, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
On the stage,
Lights are blaring,
Crowds in a rage,
Everyone is staring;
Eyes are watering,
Lip is quivering,
Knees are buckling,
Thoughts keep racing;
Will I mess up?
Will I pass out?
Will I throw up?
There’s so much doubt;
What were the notes?
What were the words?
I just might choke,
My memories a blur;
The crowd is waiting,
To hear my singing,
My heart is racing,
My head is ringing;
I open my mouth,
To begin the song,
The first not goes south,
I started all wrong;
I close my eyes,
I start again,
In my mind I
Think its time to win;
I sing the first note,
Right on key,
I open my eyes and
The crowd cheers for me;
There is now,
No more fear,
I take a bow while
They clap and cheer.
Categories:
on key, hope, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme