Best Palling Poems
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
Categories:
palling, allah, america, angst,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Never in a rush
Keeps his meow on the hush
King of his ground
Never backs down to any hound
Smut Scarface Casanova bwana stealth of a great lion. A relaxed and gentle lover Miss Kitty
purrs a sweet sexy song when king of the junk yard pride saunters along her way.
Other toms walk a wide path around the fearsome fighter. Despite his street wise charm
And cool airs he’s a man’s man and a gunsmith assistant. Always at the ready for a great
hunt or just palling around.
He doesn’t like to be pranked yet he’s quick to reciprocate a prank given the chance.
Address the grey aged cat with all due respect and a food offering to cheer his kind soul.
He lived his life his own way and died his own way in peaceful slumber hidden warmly among
the oak leaves.
True friends are hard to find and harder to replace. Smut the grey Russian blue will forever live in
our minds fondly.
Categories:
palling, animals
Form:
Narrative
A flicker of light from each eye
Radiant blink of blue-winged firefly
Blipping waves of stardust amplify
Transitory illusions of grandeur apply
Dark shadows with fluttering beams vie
Only telepathic conduit mind's eye espies
Aesthetic appeal lingering memory ties
To the surreal, iris vent in cloudy skies
On short, pulsing wavelengths hope relies
Yet, the palling veil of dusk heavily sighs
And pale, pallid lids sing a sleepy lullaby
Cooling streams of air distance verifies
Still reaching for lurid streams, now dry
But only touching stale trail of Bottle fly
My dilated pupils, welling with silted dreams, cry
Categories:
palling, beauty, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
Without you I’m an incomplete circle
A divided square, rectangular, unequal
Loosing shape, my fall has no impact
Burning out in the atmosphere like a comet
Undead, I’m brittle in the sun
Palling without my medicine
A buffoon without my Whitherspoon
Scared of the moon, a cartoon
I walk unevenly, off balance
A laughing stock without any defence
An empty wine glass on display
A smoking cigar without an ashtray
Bitter all my life like vinegar
A creature of bad habits, a voyageur
Trivial to the best of my knowledge
A block of ice in an empty fridge
Categories:
palling, humor, i miss you,
Form:
Rhyme
Quintain of: sorrow, despair, agony, misery, lament scoring
pain
Dolesome drum o'er jaded psyche taps a dark, palling
refrain
Hamstrung harp bridled soul with dissonant chords
enchain
Shrill flute a dreary, eerie melody wafts o'er drifting
swain
Melancholy tenor of wailing violin doth all availing hope
drain
Categories:
palling, depression
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.
Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion
ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion
solely concerned with failing lives' fate
you move heaven and earth against time
to wrest back the critical at Hade's gate
with your own forgotten at the sacrificial sublime.
Head o'er heels covered in colors cold
still you keep your hearts of gold
wherefrom bright hue beams
warm love streams
care and cordiality swathing afflicted lands
bundling up every bedside in blessing bands.
Sweat sieging forehead, you have smile snuggle both eyes
fatigue ravaging physique, you have patience station personalities.
Tandem consistency synchronizes and synthesizes
Hippocratic oath and your practice
kneading them into such an integrated tenacity
that the snaggiest terrestrial tmesis cannot tear apart;
Kindred fitness harmonizes and homogenizes
Asclepius' staff and your hands
melting them into such an uncanny continuum
that the sharpest celestial kenning cannot tell apart.
How many grand writers' purple passages paled
and painting masters' soaring strokes flattened
as eminent ebullience of ekphrases encounters self-effacing eclipsers
you are the plainest messengers, the hope and healing disseminators
you are most colorful illuminators, the virtue and vitality vivifiers
Supreme entelechy of esthetics meets pluperfect interpreters.
Categories:
palling, eulogy, extended metaphor,
Form:
Verse
Jack O' Lantern jeers through
molten screen
With fiery eyes and a fifth sense
so keen
Masked goblins saunter in shadows
unseen
Wily Jack swills jade folds with
florescent stream
Billowing ghosts in phosphorescent,
satin mantles teem
Stolid Jack bathes in Hoary Frost's
velvety Vanilla Bean
Gaunt Scarecrow from barren field
garnishes Per Diem
While gilded Jack siphons his rich,
mellow meringue
Black-caped witch casts spells
hinterland residual to glean
Domesticated Jack scans hearth
skimming every melancholy dream
Rabid bats swarm o'er stinging
insects with stealthy sheen
Endearing Jack charms fluttering
moths with radiant gleam
Bleary-eyed werewolves' curdling
howls seep through each woody
seam
Spry Jack o'er quilted courtyard
flutters his palling requiem
Creeping ghouls seek spilt warmth
to redeem
Jilting Jack singes their hems with a
boiling steam
Categories:
palling, fantasy
Form:
reduction of the “hero”
sees him on television
marching in the shows that
glorify war by painting so-called
“heroism,” as anything but
being hired killers.
sees her in the advert prior to
the violence ridden film, when
the life of a soldier in the
american military comes with
a rock song behind it &
a pastiche of bringing clean
water, holding babies, smiling
with their thumbs up &
palling around for photo ops
with those lucky people afar
(who’ve been left poor, starving
& eradicated by the pummeling
which they took at the hands
of the world’s policeman,
because they just wouldn’t
give up their resources to the
planned rape in return for
“democracy’),
thinking
“oh, what a romantic way to
show love for my country &
get money for college so I
can make something of myself.”
gets support from brainwashed
family & friends
(who are still terrified that their
loved one is going away to kill &
be a target for those who are sick
of policeman showing up on their
doorstep to kill),
looks sexy in a uniform
(ooh la la),
feels that they are more brave &
more patriotic than those around
them, who will not sign on the
dotted line, who will not
“fight for their country” (digesting
that last complete confusion of
priorities, leaving those who love
her/him to go & kill for the state that
has kept them poor to begin with).
what happens on the tour
stays on the tour &
don’t think for a second that you
won’t be going back---
as property of the policeman of the
world, you have obligations
&
when you come home,
you end up working as an overnight
clerk,
at a Pathmark in New Jersey,
no more a “hero” than the kid stoned
out of his gourd,
stocking the shelves with soup cans
on his knees in aisle 12.
so you leave work,
get your AK-47 &
your .45 caliber handgun
as quick as possible,
so that when you return
you can randomly open fire on your
coworkers 16 times or so,
before putting a gun to your own
head---
lucky that the military had been there
for you, in your time of need,
reeling you in when you were young,
so it could teach you to
kill.
Categories:
palling, life,
Form:
Free verse
Evil broiled him changing his thoughts, and he perceived not
The slow desiccation of his mind, how his brain infected rot
From the poison of pride! More and more putrid he became
Despising his brother for doing good, and jealousy riled him
Into hatred darks vice, while self-willed that bright altar aflame
Stood scorned by disobedience, with false sacrifice: a grim
Portrait of man’s descent to sin: not even God’s awful voice
Could deter the barbarous design, Cain had made his choice.
Then innocent Abel came without questions or suspicions there
To offer up the all of self, an unblemished lamb that may repair
Vicariously his parents’ pagan practice, or alter man’s dark doom.
And where he knelt t pray the savage succubus of a sinful knife
Tore mercilessly through brotherly flesh, palling time with gloom.
O dreadful dead to innocence done, O impious devouring of life!
The treacherous act stained earth and time, and heckle our desire
Pinning us with the wicked weight of memory, and fearful fire.
And so forever on, that seed that Adam planted for his child
Grows in the jungle of human heart, and bitter fruits most vile
Is sucked in every age to come. Brothers against brothers, we
Become fiends of slobbering greed, despising poor and weak
In our haste for lucre’s filth and hegemony. O terrible tyranny,
Dungeon hearted, dismal man, murderer of the pure, so bleak
For you judgment growling at the end. O but worse, O Cain
The torment of the fire, the end of wickedness is eternal pain.
Categories:
palling, faith
Form:
Verse
Aldham man Harry
In poetry tarried, stilting or lilting
Did thrust, and parry, worthy Harry
Western Aus, he claimed was good
Yet sadness tore three years away
Under the fierce sun, a darkness stood
Palling people faces of fear huddle.
And reasoning why how what here?
He'd faced it all, he'd caught some pain.'
Yet he'd get around it and begin again
He's forged some friendships, tightened
Some bonds, shared his thoughts and
Wisdom, as we were going along
Quite a charactér outstanding mate.'
Good memories and laughter he did
Did permeate; display, by God he was
Gifted, yet he was low key..Just Harry's
Way.' Thats how he came across to me..
Categories:
palling, absence, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Sundance kid standing astride the darkened clouds
Freckles palling her lineless face,
She is a hero, in her cranium the goddess bows.
Down on earth she is out of place,
The clouds are standardized above our heads,
You think you feel and love but she
Will keep smiling
Till your grey in the face.
Categories:
palling, love,
Form:
Bio
A raw quiet
stretches like a membrane
across the night.
Pulled tight it waits to amplify
the slightest sound.
Each passing minute dials up
the volume of a nerve
strung to snare
the powdery whispers of a moth
or the faint ticking wheezed
out of an old wristwatch
kept beside the bed.
Others sneak the outskirts,
undeciphered, just out of reach
of being named.
Then in time
thoughts take over
and chatter in an aimless
dialogue of the brain.
The past is replayed
again and again
in regrets or unhealed shame
or bent to shape
itself another way as if
a choice was had
to change what happened
into what should have been.
Or the mind stammers, afraid,
paused on the lip
of what's to come,
a dull dread
of something unshaped
palling over the days ahead,
or plucks some planned event
for it to fill
with imagined pleasure
of what might be.
A distant siren
tunnels the dark
with its urgent wail
then thins to silence.
Unease lingers in its wake
and slowly tightens
until all distills
to just the sound
of a muffled pulse
beating in the chambers
of an ear.
One day it will stop.
Categories:
palling, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Darker seams regally gleam
Sea's turquoise waves glow
Tanned bodies in shadows bask
Neon boards surf strew
Mercurial strobe
Sky's coppertone beams hover
Moon's palling pale globe
Wonder of Dusk contest
October 3, 2012
Stephen Parker
Categories:
palling, nature
Form:
Rhyme
State of our endeared union to appraise
Day dreamers shadowed by palling haze
Lover's moon now in the waning phase
Mercurial waves bristle on the surface
Detached planets spinning into malaise
Your satin sheen; melancholy shield doth glaze
Pale, fluttering beams my floundering libido chase
Once silted dunes, you spindled into cratered maze
Taut, lubed curves inflated pockets now encase
On your spent years my jaded eyes do gaze
One last glimpse Time's sterling mantle to efface
Then with penitent tears your tenured lease will erase
Categories:
palling, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming
Categories:
palling, nature
Form:
Rhyme