Best Ousts Poems
Only wise when awake
Outgoing like the wind
Opposed to nothing small
Ousts mice very quickly
Ornery predators
Outstanding birds indeed
Onlookers are enthralled
Cold is the night and dark and long
though with the gloom bleak humour comes
we'll make it through, our love is strong
North wind howls under midnight's gong
and buries all neath ice and snow
cold is the night and dark and long
Silence deep as snowflakes throng
unbidden doubt ousts fragile sleep
we'll make it through, our love is strong
On melting snow, black springtails sprong
in tribute to sun's slow return
though night is cold and dark and long
From cedar green, red cardinal's song
foretells of warmer days to come
we'll make it through, our love is strong
With sun's return spring comes along
snow melts, rain falls and life glows green
the days are warm, the sun is strong
we made it through, our love is long
1/25/2016
In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease
I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight
To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries
Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye
To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die
December 28, 2020
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Levasseur
N/A 1-18-1021
Like a persistent pest
it is an uninvited guest
it ousts me from cozy nest
only to snap my sweet rest
My Monday morning alarm
takes a slap on him with no harm
the day stares at my tantrum
after the alarm states its dictum
I pull myself out in gall
worst day with his wet pal
brings cold and chill rainfall
ever the two time it ill in call.
This double whammy that stirs
Rain and Monday take my slurs.
22-Feb-2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
That day has arrived
The one I thought will never come
Oh! Not for him at list
For he’s the greater one of all,
Oh! The black dark cloud fell
I used to sit outside the house,
The one I used to call a home,
With the man who made it whole
And talk about the tricks of life,
“My child” he often said
“Life is not a rocking chair,
If you want to make it big in life
Climb the rocks it throws at you
That way you’ll bit the ousts”
Yes I miss the good old days,
But today that same old chair
Gives me nothing but lonely dreams,
The big day arrived
For me to call it quits
And start to form a list,
Of thing I’ll do onwards,
From sowing scats to learning quads
That way holly troops will fall
And I’ll be pointed to a direction.
That crazy day perched
When every one’s head is pink
And every one is soon to Greek
Unless you give your self a check
And try to find a decent job.
That final date landed
For those who plaid the game of life
For life is now, tomorrow gone
And then you’ll have to leave behind
The ones you love and work undone
But then you know you plaid your part.
According will of wondrous will
The realm of passion ousts my real,
Like bark that's broken with the wave,
That one who found on sand its grave.
Let tide caresses lonely frame,
The cripple won't accept deceit,
It knows, it's weak, it knows, it's lame
Pretending that it sleeps, it's split;
Nobody will entrust to hull
himself or cargo anymore,
It's free, it's useless and it's dull,
It's dead, it's resting on the shore.
P.S. This is my translation of poem of Mikhail Lermontov.
The song that feigns to be a slave in deed
To mourn the life that ousts the face of peace
That sad bells peal with tears of those who grieve
And bow their heads to those who fear to cease
To choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave song's woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud has barred its melt from sight
To hold this heart with bleak sad chill to cry
Bound and caged it pens its last sad good bye
To spare this soul of dread to spurn or die!
September 29, 2019
No Vanity Set For This Chap, No Way
(in praise of immortality)
Modesty an understatement,
when eyes chance
to look askew at looking glass,
mine reflection caught at a glance,
an old man's piercing dart
mirrors my blinkered acquaintance
faint recognition communicates
immediate tacit admittance
boyish good looks faded
with morning glory of youth
as senescence didst advance.
Similar to the strikingly handsome
Dorian Gray, this mortal
strictly shares penchant to affiance
a pact with father time, and
devoutly pledge allegiance
to remain forever unaffected
with ill fated biological alliance
even if mandate to pay
with my soul as sole allowance
to stave off the ravages of old age
maintaining glowing ambience
of boyish good looks, or...die...
twill be to late for an ambulance
to rush lifeless body
forthwith to hospital emergency,
an immediate appearance
of rigor mortis, a dead give away.
Cumbersome degradation of
corporeal essence breeds arrogance
born of desperation,
where chronological ascendance
robs cherished commodity,
thus pained angst
to suffer aging accidentally evinced
looking askance
hints of unavoidable assistance
when wracked by incontinence,
thus rendering incumbent orderly attendance,
hence awareness awakened to singular
choice as avoidance,
where vigilance espies silent auction
as decrepitude ousts clutching buoyance
quickly fading steamrolling capacitance
to cling (by the merest thread)
fat or slim chance
against depredations of...
inevitable circumstance trumpeting
"NON FAKE" absent cognizance,
sans horribly wizened wrinkled countenance!
After Judicious consideration
the Court ousts chihuahuas without hesitation
With Texas Versus Rover
their dreaming days are over
We'll soon live in a pure Aryan canine nation
B better bursting of ballistic bombs
O often opened shooting annular offenses
O overly ousts on
M mountains of memories motionless mystery
8/7/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Written: May 18, 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Languid breath dwindles, scrounging panacea air
quiddity remorse core conveyed mindful glare
seraphim guilt throe stems from mind sapidity
heart wispy ousts weltschmerz, hatred morbidity.
Gentleness key squeals heart-tangled inner thread
unboxed core lead ecstatic heart hobnobbed tread
Is my heart-mind rancor overlaid by hazy myopia?
milk with ice is a quintessential pillar of utopia.
Shepherding pragmatic apotheosis wide universe
hampered altruistic love ephemeral zeitgeists verse
emotional outbursts during meiosis—placate impact
forging forfend feeling fallacy focusing on facts.
Seeking soothing sense as silk-satin smoothness
fetches forbearance, fosters faith hearty-filled fewness
ripple aposiopesis words transcend catharsis sight
sate sinew, eschew omniscience, heed hubris might.
Living stubbornly with caesura implies life-moored
we are living offhand, leaving us brittle but allured
Issues occur wisely rather than haphazardly sought
willing for heart-mind coo to fulfill what's taught.
With authenticity, grace, sympathy, and tolerance
respect all people, despite views or providence
uphold merciful attitude and passionate mind
brain-heart harmony molded by cosmic pull blind.
Reborn here now without baggage
No haunting beast or evil wraith
I come, sans illicit luggage
with a heightened belief in faith
I'll not give in to temptation
Reborn here now without baggage
I am worthy of salvation
Cleansed, in a new improved package
Rebellion ousts right of passage
I have learned my lesson quite well
Reborn here now without baggage
where in the past, from grace I fell
Life offers a new beginning
I've recovered from the damage
No more anguish over sinning
Reborn here now without baggage
October 2, 2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
In the heart of vibrant Africa, where democracy should reign,
Two shadows lurk, two specters haunt, two faces of the same pain.
One a soldier, gun in hand, the other clothed in suit,
Both rob the people of their choice, both the people's voice they mute.
The military coup, so stark, its violence loud and clear,
Ousts the leaders chosen by the people, instilling fear.
An iron fist in velvet glove, the power it seizes tight,
An eclipse of freedom, a darkened sun, a never-ending night.
The electoral commission, oh, how it wears a gentler face,
Yet hides beneath a veneer of law, a similar disgrace.
Votes cast in trust, a people's hope, but when the counting's done,
The rightful winner cast aside, the injustice has begun.
One uses bullets, the other, pens, tools of power's game,
But look within their hearts and see, their purpose is the same.
To usurp the will of the people, to claim a stolen throne,
To silence the voice of democracy, to make the power their own.
A coup is a tempest, fierce and wild, a storm that shakes the land,
Election theft, a poison slow, a tightening of the hand.
Yet both are a violation, a rape of trust and right,
Both leave a wound upon the land, a scar both deep and bright.
Africa, oh Africa, the cradle of mankind,
In your heart democracy’s seed, these usurpers try to bind.
But your spirit is resilient, your will cannot be tamed,
For the flame of freedom, once lit, cannot be maimed.
And so your people rise, against the bullet and the pen,
To claim the promise of their vote, to find their voice again.
For whether by coup or stolen vote, the truth remains the same,
Injustice anywhere is a threat, to justice's sacred flame.
Each coup, each election, a battle in the fight,
For the heart of Africa, for democracy's light.
Yet, hope persists, the struggle goes, until that glorious day,
When Africa is free at last, come what may.
Surviving
Paycheck
to
Paycheck
Paycheckless
Overdrawn
Again
There goes five twenties
I was saving for education
Spent
Instead
On a pair of underwear
My self esteem
Ousts my stability
J-ust after the rain has gone,
E-vening shadows fade away;
S-un slowly starts rising,
T-hird month fifth day.
O-ne early morn has broken,
N-ew dawn ousts the twilight;
I-nclement weather drifts into the deep dark of night.
D-ue to clear wide sky
E-very place is in good view;
L-et the bright crimson lights
O-ver the clouds
S-hine on you.
S-ee the things invisible,
A-im at what lies ahead;
N-o more cry and pain,
T-ears are wiped away instead.
O-nly the chosen ones shall inherit the promised land;
S-alvation is reserved for those who obey God's command.