Best Pealed Poems
Part 3: AT HEAVEN’S GATES
To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of mind.
She told me then, and then again, that providence Divine
had cast a curse, and even worse: despised by all mankind,
She walked alone, unseen, unknown, Her soul incarnadine.
To break this spell of living hell, of loneliness enshrined,
and end Her days within the haze, a sole redeeming deed
would give reprieve and maybe leave our destinies entwined -
Her final quest be put to rest if only I agreed,
but no surcease nor perfect peace nor hope if I declined.
The shadows, shawled in silence, crawled, the night Her fate was sealed
as vespers tolled across the wold beneath the muted fog.
The heavens cracked and sorrow slacked as chimes of children pealed
while in the hills (where midnight chills) there wailed a daemon dog -
with no delay I lead the way, the path to Potter’s Field.
Her weathered face was lined with Grace, Her eyes shone emerald green.
With me as guide She stepped inside to grieve and mourn Her loss,
and thereupon, though pale and wan, the night took on a sheen.
With weary eyes as Her disguise, She placed a wooden cross
upon a mound (unhallowed ground) and whispered ‘Sibylline...’.
A falling star flared in the far and burst, a bolide flame -
beneath the light, the Final Rite no longer hid undone.
And kneeling there in silent prayer, we seemed to share the shame
but could atone if left alone, forevermore as one.
Before we both could breathe an oath, I asked Her once Her name.
Through lips, pale red, She simply said ‘Some called me Abigail’,
and neath a birch where white doves perch, I took Her for my bride,
beheld Her smile a little while, but all to no avail...
Her cloak and cape, and shrivelled shape lie empty at my side...
for now She waits at Heaven’s Gates, not far beyond the Pale.
Categories:
pealed, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
As Christmas beckons with season of cheer
I recall how we met, a hallway outside
Year Nineteen-Eighty in a film's premiere;
Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled.
Flurries drifted while in haste I agreed,
Invite for tea as we watched the moon fade
'Till season’s next, nuptial joy pealed
At 25, a mistletoe crocheted.
Tonight, the lights reflect your willow eyes
Bestowing grace from Magi stars above
Flashback of theme songs yearns for unity;
Enduring a year of departed love.
The holidays cloak time; you hum my name
From spring's past budding to December’s snow,
Alone, I toast reveries etched on life’s acclaim
Kisses missed from my long- gone mistletoe.
Kelly Deschler's Christmas Past, Present or Future
~based on my aunt's experience
1/03/2015
Categories:
pealed, christmas, nostalgia,
Form:
Quatrain
Canticle of merriment
rings out the silver of bells
a tingle, a jingle chiming
wispy notes across frosty mist,
as hands clasp with a pealed language
warbling the same holiday bliss:
‘let there be peace on this earth’
while ornamental dingers trill
on pines, and around fireplaces.
Seasons cannot duplicate
the joy of Yuletide’s awakening,
for tassels of glorious cheer spill
to herald a reign of winter’s Light,
dressed in tinseled varnish...
until the silver of evening bells
tolls when heaven greets mankind,
and mankind greets Emmanuel’s heaven!
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Kelly Deschler’s Contest: Christmas Carols
12/13/2015
Categories:
pealed, christmas, sound,
Form:
Light Verse
I
knew
your woods
through every
quiver of bonfires...
although our music pealed a wind
flamed evensongs quickly languished,
cleaving my breaths into dry twigs; and hushing a faceless moon
with your shadow-dance flight.
Contest 235 of Brian Strand
Categories:
pealed, leaving,
Form:
Fibonacci
The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in the sun.
Their bashfulness was slow to yield.
The maids danced in the floral field
With happiness while church bells pealed.
That happy day was filled with fun.
The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in the sun.
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1/24/2017
Contest - January 2019, Week 2,
Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor - Brian Strand
1st place win
Categories:
pealed, dance, happiness, happy,
Form:
Triolet
God, are you sending Earth an electron avalanche?
Was supplying sun’s particles part of Creation’s goal?
Is insulation why we have such a cold snowy North Pole?
Is there a light cycle, scientists’ least explored branch?
The suns’ fiery color spectrum hosts continuous acclaim!
Unlike man-made radiances: mercury or sodium vapor lights,
A flame, an incandescent bulb or florescent light,
Where man watches; bands of color specific molecules frame.
Flammable gases; the environment soon reclaims.
Whether man-made in the sand or built upon the snow,
It is intriguing to watch a burning fire’s warming glow.
Red, green, and blue colors embellish the flames.
Oh, glow of solar particles sixty miles plus above the earth.
Decorate the sky with bright, multi-colored patterns.
Energize and rejuvenate Mother Earth as our world turns.
Feed us, oh Aurora; give Earth’s light cycle rebirth.
See it in Barrow, Alaska, Tromsø, Norway and Tiksi, Russia.
Men watch the wonders of God as heaven’s light churns.
Brilliant yellow-green hues have blue and purple patterns.
Earth’s life giving sun displays his continuous spectra.
The steep cascade of particles, like an avalanche of snow,
Tumbling with gravity, the snowy white is pealed.
Like solar particles blown into the earth’s magnetic field.
Fall into the earth; taken for granted our faces aglow.
Copyright March 5, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Aurora And Avalanche –
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
References:
1. http://www.gi.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast
2. http://www.alyeskaresort.com/resort/facts-northern-lights.aspx
3. Electron avalanche - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
4. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
5. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
6. http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
Thank you for this contest…I enjoyed learning!
Categories:
pealed, philosophy, religion, science,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Tossed into the stormy ocean
when life struck another blow
brined, devoid of all emotion
lost child from Land of Goshen
drowning in the ebb and flow
dragged to depths by undertow
Blind eyes were opened to the past
of stains, blemishes carried long
feint with sorrow, my fate cast
gasping for air, I breathed my last
Lyrics pealed from Savior's song
absolving me for rebellious wrongs
Gentle hands touched my feet
binding chains of sin were broken
Satan bellowed and roared in defeat
"Taste blood's wine until replete."
Was the Son of God who had spoken
to me on the beach when I had woken
Life rescued by the kind mercy of Him
cleansed when I'd been washed ashore
He whispered to me, "You can swim."
Angelic voices rose in requiem
Echoes from above, then nothing more
Naked, but for the robe of white I wore
April 21st, 2017
Categories:
pealed, self,
Form:
Rhyme
A friend said
a little mulch
and planting
is what it takes
to transform a yard.
She bought flowers
in spring
as a gift to herself.
She laid the mulch
and planted the flowers
around a tree.
She cried out
for last night’s storm
and all life
a touch of rain could bring.
She said
after her divorce
every transgression
could be forgiven
with a little sun.
After moving back
to her hometown
it was time to start again.
She said
that her two sons
would bring their wives
and come back
for an Easter brunch
when stories told
around the table
would fine new life.
She knelt in the yard
and spring kissed her
on the cheek.
as a warm breeze blew.
A church bell pealed
such joy found
when young girls
dressed in white
holding lilies
danced along the sidewalk.
Categories:
pealed, family, flower, home, spring,
Form:
Free verse
A Storm rolled across the field,
Flashing lightning and thunder pealed.
The rain came crashing down,
and I almost nearly drown,
cause the top of my tent was not sealed.
Categories:
pealed, funny, nature,
Form:
Limerick
As i fly through the sky i believe i’m alive, this breath tonight.
is the First in my life, sun glistening as the setting brings the first,
restful night, without, white fright, or police might.
But let me remind you, and tell you my strife,
born through the tears of my life,
tears that grant me life, once again tonight.
I promise you, to believe in belief that stems from grief,
And bow to no thief, so we can weave a new future,
From that bloody history, but not before,
You come to terms with me.
I am sleek black wings, miles in between,
Intelligence in beings.
Although stole from my home,
N robbed of my bones, they whipped,
N shipped me clipped and snipped me.
Through all that, i remain,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.
Although beaten N killed,
raped N pealed N grilled for real,
although enslaved for life,
and freed to die,
Freedom never cries,
N white caps pry, at my eyes.
Burst N fry, civil rights for life,
Golden age snipped N cagged.
Although,
Still Black N Sexy as ever,
History endeavor.
Although beaten N shot,
N killed on the block,
I still shout back, and kick about.
I’m apart of this world,
And I belong here to!
So get lost telling me to hide,
although, I’m the problem, you created to solve,
Around me worlds revolve,
N you think that you can solve?
More complex than
anything you can behold, my body is the world.
Although you tried, to hold us all our lives,
Our heritage survives, so i’ll smile,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.
Swift as the light that rises in eight minutes,
To never diminish,
A perfect finish to an elegant scrimmage ,
Although there's blood on the finish,
As we clean, it'll diminish,
But forget never the vision,
Of black lives missing,
Mothers kissing as kids leave kicking,
Hanging in front of the kitchen,
Burnt in sanctuaries, N kicked in,
Freed N enslaved by the same parade,
I was the victim of an age,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.
Categories:
pealed, africa, black african american,
Form:
Blank verse
In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle
Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked
I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesed to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chafed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim
I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his triflling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me
The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unfolded it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
By moonlight I saw his face turn pale; his eyes were glazed
* November 3, 2017*
Eight Word Challenge-5
Hosted by John Hamilton
8 Words required were: Brittle Immutable Formidable
Tenuous Interlude Sketch Bereft Demurely
Categories:
pealed, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
Yes ,my essence turned into lit passion,
as I tenderly brushed my doubts at night
to hold unto truth and slay my dragons;
a gang war between bold cliques, so contrite.
When I rejected the Junior league’s pleading
my batch-mates scorned, hissed at me with disgrace;
alone, they ousted me from our circle’s ring
that losing dear friends tore my peaceful space.
Yet, in conscience, self’s boundaries I kept
Till smiles pealed to rise above youth’s trial,
And the old pack beckoned, gaining its respect
To learn that fury was one bitter gall.
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~ Teens involved in gang activity is higher
than 772,500.If your teenager is involved with a gang,
chances are that he or she is also involved in violence. From teenhelp.com
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Shadow Hamilton's I Did It My Way Contest
6/18/2014
Categories:
pealed, teenage, violence,
Form:
Quatrain
Counting dimes in the coffee shop
dangling earrings peeling orange
rinds, stuffing her mouth sitting on
her behind.
She had guts in her soul enough
to face the sun and what she had
done. Her tattoo came to life.
Loosening her hair, she kicked the
garbage can. Shaking bells on her
toes, she traveled the land. Sand
neath her sandals.
Face up to the moon stirring in the
brine, it was her season to shine.
Who else did she know who had
become undone. She pines, she
whines. The geese flew southward.
No one else gets to walk into
someone's life and then promptly
walk out!
Counting dimes, the church bells pealed;
golden braids she made with her hands,
strand by strand. Hand in hand, in prime
time; shook off her golden rings letting
them stew in the brine.
Ominous signs told her it was her season
to shine. Rolling to the sea, rolling to the
sea. That's what she could be.
Categories:
pealed, imagination, inspirational, introspection
Form:
Prose Poetry
Battered Shells
Standing lonely in a crowd
Feelings severed, screaming loud;
Heart rejected, growing cold
Trusting ways begin to fold
Waking eyes find life revealed,
Wonder when the dirge was pealed;
Love was captured, tears ran wild
From the young but learning child
Finding life like solitaire
Some that need but none that care,
Most that take but none that give
All that die and none that live
Reaching out to no one there
Leaving all your feelings bare;
Soon to nothing they will grind
Leaving but a shell behind
Looking ’round this empty sea
Battered shells stand facing me,
Standing near but none in reach
Each alone on private beach
Categories:
pealed, depression, life,
Form:
Rhyme
ONE NIGHT AT AN OYSTER BAR
"Do they have steak?", he said
to his friends, while passing time,
anxiously trying to veil his dread
of dining on sea slippery slime.
"The line's too long, we'll have to leave,
let's find another place!".
And for a moment he seemed relieved,
thinking logic had favored his case!
But then the line began to move,
and horror sculpted his face.
"I'm approaching", said he, "the awful truth
of a stomach retching disgrace!".
"The price is too high, I don't feel well,
I have to call my Mom!".
His panic pealed like a fire alarm bell,
and exploded like a bomb!
Then a grating screech direct from Hell
sent shock waves through his head.
A slime smeared waiter coarsely yelled,
"Seats for eight!", he almost fled!
"I'm lost", he moaned, marching in file
to his seat like a prisoner in jail.
"Whad'll it be?", asked a waiter named Lyle,
"Oysters!", they cried, "Five or six pails!".
Exclaiming "I'm sick!", he stared at his plate,
a quivering mountain of gray.
Teeth clenched tight, he saw his fork shake
as he willed it toward his tray.
With watery resolve he pierced the mess,
as if trying to spear a ghost.
His mind rebelled in revolting distress,
as he slid one down his throat!
His senses, like wood deeply petrified,
wondered if he were dead.
With a start he stood, eyes staring wide,
"Damn! These are good!", he said.
Categories:
pealed, emotions, fear, giggle, humorous,
Form:
Ballad