Best Precluded Poems
SAD SEA TALE
There was once an old man of the ocean
For a mermaid he had a devotion
But instead of two pins
She’d a tail and some fins
Which precluded their harmonic motion
But in spite of her disparate corpus
They maintained their romance polymorphous
‘Til a herring one day
Brought a message to say
That she’d gone off to live with a porpoise
[Gift for a lady]
Categories:
precluded, lost love, sea,
Form:
Limerick
All the days, I’ve not so patiently waited, waited for the one, the yang to my yin.
Brevity precluded me enumerating all the subtle joys of you, yet, your eyes,
Charismatic orbs of jovial laughter, crinkled from sunny days, and blue as sky.
Dangerous man you are, yet, the gentleness you show to me knows no bounds
and, I would wait another eternity, if only you could guarantee to end life with me.
Categories:
precluded, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
can we become better than we are
to be our brother's keeper, complete
allow all else to fall by the way
silent and constant is always strong
words and action only speak so long
my suffering is nothing compared
to the innocent, to the guilty
at the center of the universe you will not find me
perfection finds fulfillment in love
true martyrs pray for their enemies
there is no fear of death, only joy
a secret kept for the simple mind
and the heart incapable of guile
guilt is counterfeit and indulgent
conviction draws us back to center
there is no distance between us and God
justice only finds fullness in death
the eternal embrace reveals truth
letting that which is higher defend
granted mercy, we ask for justice
can we find change in repetition
progress precluded, madness defined
freedom is to will God's will to all
Categories:
precluded, joy, motivation, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse
morning sun, a newborn babe,
exhales her first breath each dawn in mist
daybreak’s kiss
straddles the North Carolina and Tennessee line
Cherokee Nation’s last reservation
remains within a hazy, vaporous veil
nearly two centuries crept past
since 14,000 ill and hungry Cherokees
trekked the Trail of Tears
moving westward wearily
to sparse lands that precluded hunting, farming
by President Jackson’s ignoble decree
many perished along the trail
sacrificed to a selfish quest for gold
travelers still witness indomitable spirits
rising to life each night
as mist fades with setting sun
accusations of injustice
echo through the Smoky Mountains
to the tempo of tribal drums
Native Americans
reenact futile but peaceful efforts
to keep their homes
to remain one nation
to survive
to thrive
as ancestors did
scent of death ascends from sacred grounds
woodlands that have forever lost their greenery
now just cloudy scenery
peaks that resurrect dreary history
“reservation,” a trifling gesture
from a selfish territorial invader
speak to the spirits at sunset
beckon them to keep their honorable legacy alive
then feel damp anguish in foggy daybreak
souls returning to the forest floor
only to resurrect again
when darkness drapes the mountains once more
the curse
the shame
Smoky Mountains
Cherokee birthright denied
*Written August 20, 2014
Categories:
precluded, history, native american, places,
Form:
Free verse
Near small Rapid City,
a man came up to me,
said,”Hey, I’ll show you a good time.”
I thought that meant girls,
turns out, as things unfurled,
the man had something else in mind.
We went to a garage,
a rusty, grease-stained blotch,
type of place you’d see a drug deal,
not sure I could trust him,
but then as we stepped in,
I saw a crowd, excitement real.
Just judging by the sight,
it looked like a cockfight,
roosters with spurs, green money flew,
people from everywhere
were all jammed into there,
jostling for a better view.
But then when I got close,
no chickens, don’t you know,
just a small man inside the ring,
not even three-feet tall,
the smallest of them all,
just perched in there, calmly waiting.
I scratched my head and stared,
what was he doing there?
Why did this whole thing feel so strange?
What had I stumbled in?
Fighting midgets seems wrong?
It struck me as a bit deranged.
Then came the weirdest bit,
rooster thrown in the pit,
the midget pulled a handkerchief,
It was paisley and red,
at him the chicken sped,
lashing out with two claw-spurred feet.
That midget spun around,
the rooster did go down,
and all the crowd cried out,”Ole!”
This little man was fast,
poor poultry couldn’t last,
he spun around it like at play.
Then a man at my side
told me there’d been a time,
when the midget had wanted bulls.
Size had precluded him,
his fate would’ve been grim,
but without it he’d not feel full.
He’d found another path,
and I was watching that,
matadoring the fighting cocks,
Then that rooster he faced,
sought out a resting place,
and the whole warehouse soon did rock.
Never thought I would see
such a strange victory,
they raised a cheer and paid out bets.
Matador got his share,
and I got out of there,
some fresh air I needed to get.
Guess my timing was good,
’cause right then guess who should
choose that fine moment to arrive?
Cops dressed in riot gear,
dressed to inspire fear,
they smashed the door and rushed inside.
So what else can I say,
I quickly slipped away,
and to the city I did go.
That was my strangest ‘fun,’
until I rode a bison
right through a small town rodeo…
Categories:
precluded, adventure, character, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Harmony of the Spheres
Oh, you’re included; the path to
Knowing God’s occluded; this
Denouement of the movement
has been precluded in this speech;
salvation is out of reach; no storm can
fill the breach of gapping schemes and dreams—
this much I know: upon the crest of dawn; his emissary
sits in wait for you, near the coming of his love; what
signal shall he choose to summon you?
In harmony my dear one,
In time with all this fear;
For it is his notion that covers all;
From that date so long ago;
To this moment now to flow;
Let it go…
Categories:
precluded, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form:
Ballade
She appeared one day seeking a chance,
This chance rested with me to proffer.
I saw potential problems at first glance,
Looking past the skills she might offer.
But God precluded my wrong intention,
Because inside my heart He could see.
An imperfection needing His intervention,
He used this young woman to chastise me.
Within my heart He has ordered her being,
With a charge like none previously known.
God gave me new spiritual eyes for seeing,
Since that day a kindred feeling has grown.
Categories:
precluded, friendship, inspirational, heart, day,
Form:
Lyric
Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal
Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
Watchtower for Diminutive Town message
Warns cliff climbers must heed heirachy rule
Soaring steel pylon pinnacle, men microscopic
Sextant lassos moon coins for seafarers
Capsized as whitecaps vomit precarious
Admiral amends an untoward son with his wallet
Navigator Nerida gazes star bright broadwater
Nile writhing serpent steps calm Cleopatra
Societal riser sanitises sympathy's reaction
To hard-knock have-nots, tutorials taught her
Ignore poor crippled car sleepers in their midst
Image is nine tenths of destiny, maintain it
Dim raised to dazzling, finger emblazoned
Bestows dirtily earned glory on emaciated wrist
Beacon lights monarch morrow, slim limbs svelte
Jokers precluded erect huts on soft sand
Jewels crest strawberry sun-light garland
Dangle gold carats in cards her chronicle dealt
Third of November
Superb Vista
Categories:
precluded, beauty, change, cinderella, dark,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
They could have ranged together foreever, in just that way
The moment of experience, un-cloaked and with innocent play
In co-creation perfect, when the Lord frequently appeared With approval and fulness of strength, and nothing he feared
Since Abel was able. That is all. Competent and true. Simple and decent.
With no agenda or aim, no cunning ploy, singing what had been recent
In the fore of his mind, as he practiced a tune sung by the Maker
It had all of the elements; a good sung to song (sing) and when beat out by a Shaker
gave to Abel the feel of the Valley floor, sauntering through the trees
Knowing which ones best to climb or to rest upon, which ones visited by bees
And those buzzin' along too added fervour and charm to the song
Made stacatto by the wounded woodpecker, fizzured by the waterfall, and then a throng
Of Quacking Ducks gave ascent to the melody with abstract acclaim
Each creature adding intensity of sound to the natural symphony that even rain
Could not anull the effect which Abel hummed about him in ambling grace
Setting the Gardens creatures to echoe his voice, even the ripple of its trace
As such, the butterfly caught up with the lad as he approached a quiet brook
The horsefly darted about; reflected on the water he could see his crook
It was one that the Lord had given him, in person, a kind of reward
The Master had told him--Abel recounted; that, to be a bard
Is the highest calling placed upon man----and the direct fashion
of Adam, the 1st Man, had been directed with all poetic devices stashed
About the garden. Except that the early fall of man qua man
had precluded the Lords consternation,--had made a loss of his plan
To fashion an Agent of Agency, much like himself, with poetic sensibility and understanding
Deep insight, sensitivity, probing knowledge, inter-connectivity, always handing
Gestures of Kindness, forward grace, intution, foresight or premonition
To each kind and creature, with soaring life, and with death in remission
Gave victory to every waking moment and in subconscious repose
God's chief agent, his first creation>carboholic, had been made already a rose
Categories:
precluded, addiction, appreciation, arabic, beauty,
Form:
Chant Royal
Walter B. Canfield
1872-1914
It is in my best interest indeed,
Now that my name is about to be called,
To come forth to the White Throne,
To make confession, and to be judged,
For my legion of sins and trespasses,
Committed in no small part, as
The irresistible charms of one Lutie Sayles,
Precluded any semblance of forthright fidelity.
For she was the devil’s mate, this I knew,
As time and time again,
She flirtingly tapped my arm with a coy smile,
As I passed the collection plate to her at Sunday services,
Young and beautiful and available Lutie Sayles,
Seated in her usual polished corner pew,
With wild flowers set in her brown curls,
While I, dressed in clean suit and tailored tie,
Privately entertained inside my mincing mind,
Not thoughts of Job or Enoch,
But secret visions of Lutie and me,
Ensconced together on a green terrace,
Surrendering to the elements of stardust, wind,
And wet puckered lips,
Ultimately finding sinful solitude,
Under a dying cedar tree,
On wind-swept Rideout Ranch.
Oh, be not alarmed at these fantasies,
Of a man now dead for a century,
For church was truly boring,
And I, a man and nothing else,
Found the winsome Lutie Sayles
In my every waking thought.
Then it happened, as if by serendipity,
I saw Lutie Sayles on the side of Workman Mill Road,
That drowsy sleepy day,
When Providence appeared as a descending swan,
And with subtle all encompassing power,
Parted Lutie’s Red Sea,
For my charging manly chariot!
Categories:
precluded, desire, girlfriend,
Form:
Epitaph
Peter’s prestidigitator progeny perambulated peripatetically with prodigious prowess. Perhaps his precocity precluded presumptuous perspicacity?
January, 11, 2021
Categories:
precluded, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Perspired with pertinacity to bring up their progenies cozily,
Indescribably fondled them to make them smile forever !
Built brick by brick their dreams about their off springs,
Hoped they would be cared in their twilight existence !!
Attained bread-winner status and focused on their selfish ends,
But nonchalant towards the plights of the *** of their lives !
Not shared their anguish and joy played hide-seek with them,
Immeasurable is their love which brings no ecstasy to them !!
Dawned on them are the trials and tribulations,
Unheeded are their biological clock reminders of their hunger !
Precluded them their self-esteem from mendicanting,
Pestering hunger enfeebled them day-by-day!!
Villainous were they to throw the old ones from their home,
Knew nothing where to go and stay!
Marched out without destination,
Accompanied them their tears and sorrows !!
Ponderously made it to a place to seek shelter,
There a good Samaritan took care of them !!
Categories:
precluded, betrayal, depression, fate,
Form:
Free verse
In a world made for you and me,
We'd set our souls oh so free,
From the caging, life-changing misery,
That has precluded us from our serenity,
I'd wear that glimmering white dress,
That would light up all the surrounding dimness,
As I'd embrace and caress,
Your innocent soul, scarred all over with distress,
We'd dance our pain away under the moonlight,
While endless melodies would descend from the sky,
I'd listen to your heartbeat while you'd hold me tight,
And you'd whisper " I love you, " as I begin to cry,
Your tender lips would kiss my cheek, and I'd start to blush,
While we pass by shiny waterfalls cascading into endless rivers of gold,
I'd feel a rush, as we clutch,
Hands, for this is greater than all the love stories that have ever been told,
We'd share a cup of hope on the way to paradise,
However, I'd already be lost in one, when I look into your eyes,
Lost in that glare, that would demise,
All the existing betrayal and all the lies,
Then we'd run swiftly as we pick out colored flowers,
And we'd submerge the earth with endless showers,
Of passionate love and affection that would devour,
All the hurt, and wash away all the negative power,
That has possessed our world for endless hours..
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Categories:
precluded, love, world, betrayal, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I couldn’t sleep. I was lying in bed watching the patterns reflected moonlight made on my ceiling when I heard the faint beep of the kitchen microwave. I smelled popcorn.
I decided to fill up my water bottle and see who was up. I slipped on a thick, terrycloth robe I’d gotten from Lisa last Christmas. It must weigh 15 pounds and it’s so warm and heavy I seldom wear it.
I silently glided into the main room. Leong was standing at one of our two large picture windows staring out at the night. Her left arm cradling a bowl of ultimate-butter popcorn. Anna told me last night that Leong and her long-time boyfriend, who’s back in China, had broken up. They’d been together forever and had been expected to marry.
A bright half-moon was hanging high over campus, an electric ornament on a velvet background, its moonlight glint painted the world, like ice on mountaintops.
“I heard about your breakup,” I said, “what does it mean?” In Leong’s world, who you dated was of family interest. That person had to be approved, their bona fides proven - they had to fit into some long term plan.
“It means I can’t be tamed,” she said, with soft bravado. After a moment, she spoke again, more seriously. “It’s better this way - for now - someday..,” she trailed off.
I understood. All of our hopes are resting on someday, like so many wagers at a casino. I imagined some gambler, stepping up to a betting window, in an old black-and-white movie, saying, ”Gimmie 5 bucks on Someday to win.”
Something in her voice, a brittleness, precluded further questions. I looked at the clock, it read 3:47. I gave her a hug and yawning, filled up my water bottle from the refrigerator's filtered tap.
“See ya.” I whispered and headed off, back to bed. With any luck I could squeeze another hour's sleep out of the morning.
Categories:
precluded, boyfriend, break up, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Rewind..
Isn't it just amusing, how something that looked so real,
Something you thought you could see, hear, and feel,
Existed to reveal,
The fact that in a second everything can turn out to be surreal,
You promised me, that we'd be,
In " our " world, where we'd set our souls free,
But all I seem to see,
Are the metal bars of my caged soul rusting in front of me,
My white dress glimmers no more, I spent hours waiting for you in the rain,
And it is turning black from all of the pain,
That has been suffocating my soul with endless chains,
Of hatred and disdain,
The only melody I hear descending from the sky,
Is its roars of thunder and cold droplets of eternal cries,
As I ask myself why,
Did this have to be our final goodbye,
Kissing your lips has become nothing but a dream,
The fragrance of your perfumed clothes surrounds me as tears stream,
Down my pale cheeks, can you hear my broken heart scream?
It's screaming out loud for help, nothing is what it seems,
Paradise looks so far away,
Where you and I used to run and play,
I get on my knees and pray,
That God would give me back yesterday,
Since you left, all that remains is a dying rose,
That holds its leaves close,
Together, for the wind's cold blows,
Have precluded it to grow,
Alas, your absence has goaded me to create a world so imaginary,
Where you'd love me as much as I love thee..
Categories:
precluded, lost love, me, love,
Form:
Rhyme