Best Pored Poems
A morn's sun raised the blinds
As sunlight pinked the clouds
Its colors fell across
My lap, tinting my words
Sublime, pen and ink tried
To contain sentiment
As they spilled blue
The blinds dissipate
As words release truth
High the sun rises
Its light controls pen
Slower the pen
Then pauses, waits
As the day wears
Colors painted
Artist tool
A palette
As sun sets
Blinds close
Darkness
Shades
Inspired by a stanza written by Robert Frost:
The Death Of The Hired Man
"Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light pored softly in her lap. She saw it
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand"
Just part of it ...What struck me was "moon was falling down the west"
If you pored over maps, could you find Wales?
“Details,” you say. Perhaps.
Or maybe such glaring gaps
in knowledge presage collapse.
Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist,
Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking
Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors,
Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence.
Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing
Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient
Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined.
Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own,
A vile living entity, with its own consciousness.
Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim,
Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world
Of men.
A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties,
And relishing in our agonies pain.
But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to
Leave things well enough a lone.
We must know what lies beyond that forbidden
Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass.
In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal
Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein,
If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs,
At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness.
Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst
Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the
Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men.
You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return.
Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within
The darkness.
If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts
Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat
Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss,
Mocking at humanity's ignorance.
Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next
User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along
Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson
Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
You called out of the deep blue sky
When twilight was running from the night
Woke me from a fitful sleep
On the verge of dreams
Could this be reality
All the times you wonder in to my mind
When real was fare from itly
When your voice could only be heard in dreams
Now you just across the line
To good it seems
For truth to find
Tears formed begging to fall
But they never made it past my lashes
I willed them back to the portals they traveled from
This was not a sad phone call
Your voice was deep
Deeper then I remember
Perhaps it was from pain
Pain that rocks your mind, body and soul
I wanted to hold you in my arms
Make the demons that fallow you
Run and hide
If only for a short while
At times when it seems
God is not on are side
Though I can’t speak much for Them
Your words pored over me
Like water from a cup
Washing away all the fears
Dirt
That marked my skin
I heard that night
Just how much you love me
How much you want change
I believe in you
With all I am
My hart will always be yours
With all that I am
Yours forever
Erica
I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!
The towns of Crazies Hill and Cuckoo's Nest could expect clear skies,
Nasty, Mucking and Mousehole were included in this surmise.
Rain bode for Scrooby, Spital, Tiptoe and Brian's Puddle,
Ugley, Ramsbottom, Fitchfield and the village of Affpuddle.
Hail would visit the towns of Piddlehinton, Diddlebury and Pill,
Sots Hole, Inkpen, Birdlip, Scagglethorpe and Toot Hill.
I warned Catbrain, Clock Face and Daffy Green to expect sleet.
That also included Giggleswick, Kibblesworth and Cackle Street.
Broadbottom, Muggleswick and Barking were to be aware of fog,
As well as Yelling, Wigglesworth, Slaggyford and Black Dog.
Scattered clouds were billed for Crackpot, Beer and Fairy Cross,
And for the areas of Fugglestone, Great Snoring and Balls Dross.
Beanacre, Fatfield, Wham and Jump could expect some light snow.
Raging gales I predicted for Lickey End and Harrowbarrow.
Conditions change in minutes in High Brooms and Frog Pool.
I dare not divine weather for those blokes, 'cause I'm nobody's fool!
Another week has come and gone
The TV’s playing; the game's just coming on
They pound their chests and drink their beer
Waiting for game time to shout and cheer
All the rounds of drinks they've pored
Their team has won; a victory scored
The fans go wild; scream “we’re number one”
When in fact not a thing they've done
Another week now come and gone
The TV’s playing; the game is on
Another round of drinks they've pored
Their team has lost; no victory scored
You hear not a call; no screams, or shout
They’ll win again they have no doubt
Another week, another game, another score
Another round of drinks they’ll pore
Endear my soul
I pled for quest
Your fortune lo and behold
I pored for adore abreast
Lacked in notion by the unspoken magna cum laude
I searched for hope, peacefully at rest.
Love thirst for lust
I longed for my desire
Your fortune lo and behold
I last for a threshold to admire
Belie by the vile magna cum laude
I held down so that my mien aspire.
Unholy my pilgrim
I tossed for my solitaire
Your fortune lo and behold
I graced for a mighty meriting layer
Avowed by the chromatic symbiosis magna cum laude
I breathed to my valentine, preached for an eonian prayer.
Panic as I open my eyes to a new world.
Leaving the path of seeing and hearing,
into this frightened bundle of humanity.
Tried reaching out to feel the air,
Cannot even hear the sounds of living.
Fear of the dark was closing in on me
Hated to be in small closed rooms
Sweat pored out of every pore
Throat was closing mainly thirst
but a great deal of it was fright
Then a soft nose nuzzled my arm,
My dog realising my fright is saying," I am here."
Darkness lifted a shade
I smiled, at last, some normality reigned.
Remembered.....where I was and why
Was in a broken down lift,
Pressed the emergency button
No Response.
That was what seemed like days ago
Pitch black and sound proof
No one heard and I couldnt see.
Drifted off to sleep awoke with a jolt,
As the lift door was prised open.
Had been trapped for 24 hours.
Blessed relief to have been rescued.
No more lifts for me for a long time .
Penned 15 September 2017
Contest : In the Dark. ....Russell Sivey
She bled into a river
Where shallow water slept
Pored the essence from her soul
There with the leaves
That autumn wept
As drop by drop she finally broke
The surface there below
Broke through that murky river
Where her life began to flow
A stream of white upon a breast
Of dank and muddy water
Forgetting every moment
All the things that life had
Taught her
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Written: May 1st, 2017
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” NIV.
Two Great Commandments
We must praise God with our total being;
With newfound faith in Him are believing;
Yourself forget;
In neighbors let;
Help those in need who will be grieving.
Jim Horn
St. James Episcopal Church
Shallotte, NC
lord 127 End Rhymes
One-syllable rhymes
board
bored
chord
cord
cored
cured
fiord
fjord
floored
ford
gored
gourd
gourde
hoard
hord
horde
lord
moored
oared
pored
poured
roared
scored
shored
snored
soared
stored
sword
toured
ward
warred
whored
Two-syllable rhymes
abhorred
aboard
accord
adored
afford
award
backboard
baseboard
billboard
blackboard
breadboard
broadsword
buckboard
cardboard
chalkboard
chessboard
chipboard
clipboard
concord
contoured
corkboard
dashboard
deplored
discord
duckboard
explored
floorboard
footboard
freeboard
hardboard
headboard
highboard
ignored
implored
inboard
keyboard
landlord
lapboard
moldboard
outboard
outscored
pasteboard
pegboard
prescored
rancored
record
restored
reward
scoreboard
seaboard
shipboard
sideboard
signboard
skateboard
slumlord
soundboard
springboard
surfboard
switchboard
tagboard
toward
uncured
wallboard
warlord
washboard
whipcord
Three-syllable rhymes
aboveboard
centerboard
checkerboard
clavichord
coinsured
fiberboard
fingerboard
harpsichord
mortarboard
notochord
overboard
overlord
paperboard
pinafored
plasterboard
pompadoured
prerecord
reassured
shuffleboard
smorgasbord
stevedored
underscored
unexplored
unrestored
untoward
weatherboard
It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory of her own platonisms.
Who so ever knew what she was questioning
But the forbearance that glistered
My heart answered for once
She wants to be the female monarch of her own world.
It was my keen ballet from core of my heart
her arrival was greeted with a rousing fanfare
I ruminated my own euphony
whether I'm being enamored or was it a desire.
I arrogated myself for a rime to perorate
I expected somehow to discover a woman who would love me
and embellished some oneirisms in my heart
A feeling that I was afraid of but then it seemed like am living for once.
Note: Dedicated to my Love, Piyali Shome
I sifted through white sands in coastal cities, longingly searching for an
answer; explored every cave, and even sailed all over the Atlantic.
Asked every soul that I encountered, but it was all in vain,
there was no single solution that would soothe my pain.
Shared stories of my travels with priests in churches, and in temples,
traded secrets of my findings, with my fellow weary-eyed wanderers.
I picked up every pebble, and peeled through blades of grass,
climbed ancient trees silently hoping my sadness would not last.
Tribes indigenous to Africa taught me how to be free,
through them I learned that life could be just as peaceful for me.
Ventured to the corners of the world to no avail,
escaping from the truth could not change the fact that we failed.
I meandered through the Sahara, without a caravan,
then risked everything as I narrowly evaded death in Iran.
There is nothing that compares to the deafening silence underwater,
but even there I was unable to swim away from my problems.
I closely examined the faces of everyone that I met,
looking for something that reminded me of you, so I would not forget.
I pored through the pages of ancient manuscripts and texts,
for divine guidance on the steps I should take next.
There was no cure in the Amazon, nor did I locate it in Peru,
the Andes mountains only intensified my longing for you.
I left no stone unturned on my quest,
yet I was still unable to dislodge our love from my chest.
Restlessness prevails without an end in sight,
you will remain lost, another casualty of life.
This vagabond heart of mine rages to let go,
alas, it seems there is no remedy for missing you.
I bleed I bleed
- no pain you felt
I cried I cried
- no tears you melt.
I smiled I smiled
- no charm you shade
I whispered I whispered
- no thought you made.
I bleed I smiled
- no ***** you ensured
I cried I whispered
- no words you composed.
I waited I waited
-no trauma you pored
I misled I misled
- no storm you foretold.
I bided I bided
- no shadow you cajoled
I hoped I hoped
- no fortune you assured.
I waited I bided
- no hands you waved
I missed I hoped
- no faith you devoted.
I bleed I bleed
- no pain you felt
I cried I cried
- no tears you melt.
I never had a person in my life that understands me like you do,
you came into my life unnoticeable and i new that you were true.
I pored out my heart to you, and you listened when no one did,
you pored out your heart to me like a fact that couldn't be concealed.
I never thought that meeting a person like you would make me smile again,
so now i walk around with a big smile, not a grin.
Every time i look into your eyes i want to go swimming,
cause you draw me in without a sense of knowing.
The perfect shape of your smile bring me hope,
and your lips that look so luscious when you smile gives me hope.
A hope that there are people in this world that give a dam,
not like the people that take and take everything away.
Your kind heart sings out to mine all the time of the night,
and when i look at you i feel like i don't ever want to lose that sight.
Your beauty makes me weak,
your long dark hair that hangs down so sleek.
Your loving hands that wave hello are too soft for me,
and your cute little feet that make you look perfect in your frame.
I just hope, dream and wish that we will always be like this till the end of my days,
cause i cant do it alone, without a friend like you by my side i would just go other ways.
So please hold my hand where ever you go, and hold it tight
cause all i want to do is look at your beautiful sight.
You are amazing, that's why i don't feel like a ghost,
cause your love made me care for you the most.
I use to dream of a place that I could call home
Everyday I pored my heart into something that had no soul
Pain and anger relishes within, as I cry
My dreams have been broken
Though I attempt a look of happiness and love
I can only hide so much
And as I pray to the one above
A fear deep arises
A bag of broken dreams is what I received
Into and out the situation
What will it take for you to care?
And I can one day hope to find peace