Best Paralytic Poems
The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.
Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2 [4'th of 4]
SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often
misspelt by the common man)
We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.
Discipline and experience,all apparent to you and me.
Pronunciation not enough to spell linguistically.
Skilful realignment of the letters needs addressed.
Paralytic implications quintessentially expressed.
A ricochet of rhythm,sabotaged in a queue of verse.
Cacophony of tone with their spellings unrehearsed.
Is your spelling kamikaze,a haemorrhaging of ink.
A karaoke nightmare,communication on the brink.
So literary geniuses,i am all apologetic.
If my utterance is rabbled and my spelling is pathetic.
You see,many words i utilize in this poem i create.
Have been misspelt for centuries,the most common is
separate
Comes the night with a residual rampant roar
As the shadows swallow the remaining light
For death documents it final scurrilous score
And breaths are barred from taking flight
Sequestered sight with a vanishing view
The sandman serves his final daunting dream
Vanquishing vaporous veils are long overdue
A sabbatical sleep thru a scriptural stream
In paralytic phantom plight of nevermore
The sky cascades with a galling guilted gray
The soul journeys thru a celestial shore
As we float fallaciously on such a winters day.
April.25.2017
STANDARD CONTEST any theme 1,2,3,4 line form may be sequenced to 12 lines
Monostich/Monoku etc/Couplet/Distich/Epigram etc/ Tristich/Haiky/Senryu/Triplet etc Quatrain and other 4 line forms
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
What is the greater miracle:
to rise and walk,
or be forgiven of our sin?
To think the first
is to be paralyzed
by pride embedded deep within.
For are we not
on balance good,
deserving of an honored place?
With crippled minds,
and eyes too blind,
we fail to apprehend our desperate need for grace.
But lesser points to greater,
the broken is restored,
and when we grasp this sweet shalom,
we, like the paralytic, rise,
pick up our bed,
and head in joy towards home.
SPLINTERED HEART
like a leg severed, ripped loose:
the phantom limb throbs and aches
knowing yet unwilling, unable to accept
that it's only a ghost playing evil pranks
sitting frozen and paralytic
from the weight, the frightful weight
dragging, forcing down the head
welding chin to collarbone...
heavy, crushing feeling on the chest
punishing pressure on the heart
a heart at the point of imploding...
alarm clock crying, screaming:
time warp between sleep and awake
when not yet aware of where one is
not yet aware of what or who one is
a split-second reprieve until----
(oh, it really did happen
oh, I don’t have a leg now
oh, you have been torn loose
taking pieces of me with you)
it has been proven medically:
people with life threatening seizures
can eventually function normally
with half of their brains removed
not so with a splintered heart
not so with half a heart...
Submitted for: Catie’s Free Verse Extravaganza contest
Theme: Half a Heart
Between soft brush of breeze and shower spray of sunshine
Between bubbly blooms of bulbs to nectarine nibbles blast
Between chanting chirps of birds to orchestrated strums and thumps
Between the struggle of knowing less and knowing more
Between tricky tempestuous trial train to bottle breaking battle birth
Between these to selfless sacrifice, He painted all free out of His love
King of all kings yet born humble lain in a manger
King of all kings yet dressed in the simplest clothe
King of all kings yet regardless of who, He walk through
King of all kings yet questioned, mocked and scourged
King of all kings yet excruciatingly trampled down
King of all kings, darling of Heavens,they slain as a ransom to mankind's sin
Holy made known by His conception from a Virgin
Holy made known through His baptism of blood and fire
Holy made known with His miracles: water into wine;healing paralytic; raising the dead
Holy made known by His Living Words written in truth and spirit
Holy made known through the works of His disciples
Holy, Your Amazing grace, a warm womb of bearing embrace
Today and always, a call to Your name a rainbow blessing shout
Today and always, You are our silent invisible brother and friend
Today and always, Your example our primal everlasting guide to life
Today and always, You are our way, the truth and our glowing light
Today and always, You are our most faithful and gentle rescuer
Today and always, where will I be without you in my life?
(c) Olive Eloisa
11:22pm
September 29. 2014
***Inspired by:
Revelation 17:14
"These will wage war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those who are with Him are the called and chosen and faithful."
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name HOLY IS THE LAMB...
first. to God is the highest glory and honor.
the back-door window has laughed at misery
broken
deformed
my hands excited the center
a catastrophic introduction
together they depart
the perimeter remains behind and above
a complete separation
sever
abandon direct
we are one
memories are scars
to be fragmented is natural
organization is forced
the back-door window
now paralytic
disarranged
chaos
so mathematical
so perfectly dispersed
waste
garbage
art
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Asking forgiveness does take courage
Crushed another to the ground
Must be prepared in rejection
Have courage
Without courage to ask forgiveness
Will remain like the paralytic
Imprisoned on a spiritual bed of guilt
Misery and isolation
Pride, my only companion
Blessed Junipero Serra understood this
He preached on foot hundreds of miles on Western Coast of North America
To emphasize the crushing weight of pain
He often punctuated his sermons by striking a large rock to his chest
Thousands found courage to respond
Seeking the healing that only Eternal God can provide
Do you need courage today?
Spirit offers courage when we approach Him in the Sacrament of Reconciliation
There, we will find condemnation and rejection
He will bid us to receive His forgiveness
Healing and restoration
Have Courage Come to Him
Look upon thy catabolic creation
Conceived within a cyclone of silence
Where spirit negates the nullified night
Oh labyrinth of love release thy grip
Set free your monstrous Minotaur
Unleash my soul from sepulchral sight
Heal thy wounds oh malice manifestation
Take leave and raise thy sedulous sword
And thus give wings to thy paralytic plight
Away from denunciative dungeons
Look toward thy resilient rising sun
Within reach of a harmonious height.
May.25.2017
Contemporary Poetry - Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Freedom – you believe that in the 2000s poets should be able to do exactly what they like. Poetry can rhyme or not rhyme, and poets can even make up words! You may enjoy exploring the short forms and Japanese poetry forms as well.– DEMONSTRATE THIS BELIEF BY MIXING FREE VERSE and RHYME.
Sara played basketball in squad ParalympicsGB,
At Euros, at Worlds and at Commonwealth Games,
In Manchester and in Melbourne, and had TT victory,
At the Paralympics in London with her team-mate.
Her boyfriend introduced her to table tennis nifty,
And she’s a paralytic, from a virus at the age of 15,
“Meeting people in the same situation as [myself]
was a real eye-opener…it opened up my life again.“
In 2013 Sara and Jane Campbell took the gold,
In the team event class 1-3 in Bayreuth, Germany,
And then she won bronze for herself in the singles,
To ride right onto 2 bronzes in Slovenia, Slovakia.
Illness and surgery were then her disappointing lot,
But she returned in the Lignano Master Open 2016,
To win a fine silver for the team. In Rio, the quarters,
For both singles and team matches. Born 12/04/1990.
Christ’s new ministry was so interrupted
By Satan the Prince of the World
The fallen anointed demon in jewels
Trying to take charge in a whirl
“What is this teaching?” The amazed crowd asked,
“Isn’t this one the carpenter’s son?”
Unsettling as it was, he went on his way
Departing on foot for Capernaum;
Jesus made house calls in homes of the ill
While engaging Himself in their lives;
He rebuked the fever not the person
Determined with compassion he strived
Take the boat farther from land, Jesus called,
Throw your net into the deep water;
His call to Peter is His call to us—
Now you will catch men, do not fear;
You can make me clean, the leper believed.
Friend your sins are forgiven was echoed
As Jesus saw faith coming through the roof
To the paralytic, Take up … go…
Earthly bodies are mortal – life’s handbreadths—
Our lifetime is nothing in His sight;
Christ ignored neither the urgent need nor
The ultimate goal; the latter being right;
Satan is everywhere, e’en the wheat fields
On the Sabbath day of lawful rest—
The Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath,
Withered hand restored and stretched out – Blessed!
Jesus is the authority and the LORD!
We are His tools to use in world’s strife,
Not needing praise and free from prideful hurt
We find rest in Him, the Way and Life
Luke 5:4, 10;
Luke 5:20, 24--
This is a poem about Poverty
Burns like a dragon with multiple Limbs
consumes like a voracious vampire
which is dangerous even at sunlight.
This is a familiar Beast well known.
It functions from the inside to the outside
manifests with a paralytic effect
and kills like the venom of the Black mamba
It's hooks spare not the captured
not even those who seem redeemed.
It alters its victim's representation
like a new book turn old and dusty
and turns a bright head to a Crook.
This Demon prospers in its prey's lack,
a bad Master which enslaves with gross limitations
front and back.
Acting like a dark force
as it dominates and reign supreme
makes the situation so wack.
It lines the predicaments of the suppressed
in a rack,
as the monster destroys with each evil smack
rendering their remains, unworthy of a pack
and totally condemning their lives to the sack.
Becoming free!
Is not too far from the right track,
just consider a role model in Mark
and finally the nightmare will let go
when the mind is put to a self-hack.
Elvis-worm
Eternity comes when you’re out of breath,
breathless paralytic
your stone deaf,
when the funny stroke is due,
your body melting too,
all part of the deef n deaf,
an overheated you,
is left, the flaccid blue,
Elvis worm the building left,
Bugger,
No diddle-dum diddly too,
Bereft,
bay-lou…
Don
Auf Wiedersehn
Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night of pleasure lay ahead.
We knew from past experience, don't quaff, just savour beers.
Imbibing Munichs drinks too fast, could mar the atmosphere.
Laughter brings bonhomie, as old and new friends speak.
Let's raise our beer steins in a toast.for now the show begins.
People waving, singing loudly, while rocking to the beat.
And all around the milling crowds, now dancing in the streets.
Revelry with devilry, as young boys whistle, girls in short skirts coyly blushing.
Talking heads surround our table, animated arms translating.
Yesterday a bunch of strangers, today as friends sharing together.
Listen to the sound of lilting voices, melodies from different tongues.
Inviting us each night to join them, mixing beers and singing songs.
Kindred spirits everyone, together dancing on the benches.
Enjoying each and every moment, with an ice cold stein of beer.
Trying tasty tendeloin of pork, delicious with sweet mustard crust.
Ham wrapped-figs and hazelnuts, with drinks of cool spring bottled water.
Each time the band strikes up-Ein Prosit, all and sundry stands to toast.
Rebel rousing, crowds carousing, dancers dirndl skirts are swirling.
Entertaining energetic, party poopers paralytic.
Stomping feet and clapping hands, embarrassing each waitress serving beer.
No one even seems to care,they carry on with gay abandon.
Overacting then distracting, when outside and breathe fresh air.
Time to eat potato pancakes,refreshed by water keeping sober.
Once more, let's party, here we go, prancing to an oom-pah band.
Musicians wearing lederhosen, people stomping feet and slapping thighs.
Oktober Fest in frenzied celebration, cavorting couples holding hands.
Running wildly round each table, urging all to take the floor.
Rejuvenated, rock and rollers, overcoming mixed emotions.
Once more before auf wiedersehn, let's dance the night away, and
We will party like there's no tomorrow.
11 / 5 / 2016.
Healing, making well, curing, relating to a paralytic, exorcising demons
MLK laid the path for black rights and equality
Was Jesus social issue not the ill and disabled, health and medicine?