Best Probes Poems
~ A Storybook Princess ~
She dreams of princes, princesses and balls
A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions
Stitched with threads of heartfelt passion
A little girl in dreamland enthralled
Daylight's full of pain, tests and probes
From her lower spine to her temporal lobe
Hair shorn, she bears it all with infinite patience
As they wheel her from station to station
For at night she's a storybook princess
No matter that in daylight she winces
Asleep, her bed's her castle, wedding-bell topped
Where dreams last forever, never stop
Entered in 'All Yours (Feb. '21) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
probes, dream, fantasy, girl, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme
The Face of Hope
The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages
Towering above spiraling pits in the dark midnight of essence
Breaks disingenuous chains of nightmare’s clutches
In bleak mansions of the dark moon to warm their hearths
Refusing to prostitute possibility
With poignancy that probes lost footsteps trying to hold onto
Perfect moments of saline life support
Steps in to shine with opportunities’ bright smile
Refuses to accept the suicide of love
On rocks of the torn heart’s tragedy
Or see unscalable opaque obstacles
Or wear the mask of homeless helplessness
Discarding pity’s piercing banshee sneer
Fate’s cynical demand to fulfill obtuse fate
The face of hope refuses to wear desolate –
Or a God forsaken destiny -
Bereft of moonlight squeezing between
Abandoned footprints of dreams
Smothered by smog
A single shaft of illumination – a cloak protecting fragile insight
Never bewitched by night’s dead space,
Wearing victory’s luminosity of enduring promise,
Vanquishing a taunting laughter of ridicule
To break down anxiety’s imagined walls
Surrounding the paradise of foolishness
With dawning reveries of one bright star.
Abiding in eternal covenant
The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages.
5-6-21
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
probes, hope,
Form:
Free verse
When I was young and innocent
I thought the stars were just a bunch
of celestial glow worms.
Then Christmas took its meaning
and I rejoiced in watching
my father made up the Christmas tree,
and right on top there, he'd put
the loveliest star that glowed at night.
Soon, I began to see the shooting stars
and wishes came and went,
some frivolous, some serious,
but wishes I really dreamt.
As time went on, I bought some books
and learned of Saturn's rings,
discovered Pluto and our neighbour Mars,
and science fiction just became my fad.
Till one day man made it to the moon,
and shuttles flew up to outer space.
Occasionally, disaster struck when astronauts died,
and I did cry my heart for them.
Finally, the probes began again,
searching for the creation of man.
That is when I realised how much is spent
on useless information, just scientific facts,
while hunger reigned all around the world.
Now I wish I had never learned what stars were,
and yearn to turn the clock back to my childhood
when I thought that stars were just
celestial glow worms meant to light the world.
Categories:
probes, stars,
Form:
Free verse
BEAUTIFUL SADNESS
“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.” William C. Bryant
Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No breath seems to touch her face nor move her hair out of place. The wan dove seems beautiful ~ he says, “she’s mine,” in disbelief. He says this on a loop but she never embraces his hook.
She clings to dust and nothing more. The x-ray mirror probes her bony exterior, where her lips neither pout nor grin, barely touch in chagrin. He sees they’re slightly pink and his heart pounds in his chest. This melancholic queen’s all his.
In wintermoon she moans, though she walks amidst the lilies of Spring. The leaves fall all around her, though they cling to majestic oaks. Pine needles fall from her fingers - though for her love, he sees Christmas trees rainbow bright, sashaying with silver and golden garland, “mine,” like a starling he chirps and the bluebird of happiness galls her though she’ll never let him go.
melancholy deep
dark and beautiful - naked
void with shutter-eyes
custodian sculpts goddess
so lofty he can’t reach her
7/19/2019
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
probes, depression, love,
Form:
Haibun
We chase the eyes of God
Through this cosmic dream
Are there multiple Gods
Walking through space and time
We want to know, all that you know
Satellite probes stretching to the stars
Colonizing this copper moon and this iron mars
How did we get here, God, to where you are?
Where is this beginning
Where is this end
You gave us this curious mind for
Asking deep questions like
Who, what, when why, and how?
The eyes of God dwell in this soul or
God is our dream
Categories:
probes, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
~
I sip on the nectar a’ bloom in your smile,
sweetest surrender now tickles my lips
Warm in its drizzle of marmalade style,
sticky in ecstasy’s sensual drips
Tasting forever on soft satin skin,
moistened my grin in aromas so pure
Flavors of love now inviting me in,
lost in the folds I have longed to adore
Dampness collects on the edges bliss,
wet to the touch as our fingers entwine
Parting excites in the probes of a kiss,
drowning in passion’s delicious design
Held in your grasp as directions proceed,
sensing the arch of this romantic night
Melting as one in a blossoming seed,
pulling you close, holding ever so tight
Wishes proceed every movement I make
drenched in a dream far too good to be true
Fragrance intoxicates as I partake,
perfectly heated this rose petal dew
Deepest desires now form as I trace,
satisfied wonders of sensual sighs
Pleasure begun with the smile on your face
finding its end with the look in your eyes
~
Categories:
probes, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
Viewing sites of our oceans and lakes
Locking our earth in a trap jail
Seeing these gifts here not to forsake
Ups our risk with CFC intake
With this not being folklore or tale
Oil dependency we must decrease
Causing more death than life with no true gain
As more life on this earth comes to decease
With the word extinct coming to all beasts
Stopping our land from agony and pain
As we try to master the depths of space
With probes such as voyager launched from earth
We must first learn to save the human race
With clean air and clean water for each face
To make faces smile with joy and mirth
Remember all life as one here to save
New plants and green trees, plant one when you can
Give back for the gift this earth came and gave
Develop a new clean way to behave
Help the earth look pristine across all land
Join the true people that fight for our home
Do what you can and increase this lands worth
Let a new land and atmosphere be known
Increase your life goal with a new life zone
And know what you did to save this great earth
Categories:
probes, nature, life, earth, life,
Form:
Surrender to rhythmic initiations,
Moan and groan with accusations,
In foreplay rushes see passion release;
Intoned rumble in her fermented pleas.
Fulcrum strokes in the crazy display,
Freaked-out embedded techniques?
Rapture tunes these percussion beats,
Anticipation bolts in delight of thrill meets.
Love squeals in her ecstasy shrieks,
Quivers torment the resonating geeks,
Smitten desire bitten and tweaked,
Brimming lust probes petals sweet.
"G" flows on high in the heated pitch,
Pulse and quakes in the drum stick glitch,
Bewitching thump and the hard kicks
Drum-rolls tenderness to my tricks:
Categories:
probes, love
Form:
Free verse
Who gave men the knowledge that they wore no clothing?
Think God in those days 'walked' in long flowing robes?
In the Garden of Eden was God naked too?
Did He shame you on purpose (please pardon my probes)?
'Word' says the Creator made man in 'His image,'
And both 'male and female,' created the two,
To be 'sensual,' 'sentient,' new by degree,
With a choice to choose life or death! Man in a zoo?
With pleasure created us, called His work good but
Creation carnivorous! Was food then tame?
Man designed to eat flesh and not live just on plants,
In God's Garden of Eden men killed with no shame.
They understood death too for God, in fact, warned them
That to eat of one tree would bring adverse result?
Can you feel their surprise, did they think snake new God?
Or was snake just a metaphor, intellect's cult!
To trust talking snake wouldn't be my first choice though,
No hint other animals showed such rapport,
Curiosity banished, or love for own thoughts?
Those who question God honor Him, pride is a whore!
True shame then is born from not trusting the Father?
Our nakedness clear when we stand in His shade?
When you reach for infinity, who paved the way?
You might think of the price for your love that Christ paid!
It's footnote perhaps, but two trees are important,
Tree of life man could eat from but not wisdom's tree,
Their choice, live life forever or die seeking knowledge,
Do you think God is proud of us? That's what I see!
Long Tooth
August 31, 2018
Categories:
probes, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow
celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold
Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom
an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods
go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored in the starlit darkness.
Written September 29, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
probes, art, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Majestic wings flutter in the air
over sweet blossoms that waft perfume.
Nodding heads affirm there’s nectar there
as a proboscis probes each new bloom.
Rays of golden sun paint velvet wings
clad in exquisite prisms of light
harboring beauty reserved for kings.
Bronze pastels are fringed with spots of white
uniquely applied by Nature's brush.
Terracotta orange wings take flight
their beauty causing flowers to blush.
Each butterfly’s an instant delight
richly ornate and regal in pose.
Fragile creatures that have little might
like a breeze, they go where the wind blows
yet seek milkweed wherever it grows.
Categories:
probes, beautiful, butterfly, imagery, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
I just found out that you are not a friend,
I try so much to show you affection,
instead you present me with dejection,
Sorrows and joy are difficult to blend,
I thought our mingling will have a good end,
Lies and malice have been your selection
coupled with theft leading to rejection,
Vices covered with smiles just to pretend.
Deadly intentions hidden from the eyes,
To control and rule others you aspire,
Your kindness and sweet words are in disguise,
Your evil thoughts and deeds put me on fire,
making some probes and problems to arise,
This quagmire and pain,I do not desire.
Categories:
probes, betrayal, depression, life,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Intuition has a forceful voice
It speaks aloud, though makes no noise
No fear, no anger, not hot nor cold
A spiritual encounter within the soul.
Instinct walks a different plain
An experience related, alert refrain
Fear or joy might mark its course
Sharp hidden probes might give it force.
The mental is the strongest link
It controls and rules the way we think
Thought tries to oust out all the rest
It attempts to enforce, what it thinks best.
Emotion’s the spontaneous part
No grid, no goals, no weather charts
If in need to cry, to laugh, or scold
It frees itself from the mental mould.
The physical is oft the one deprived
For the mental takes it for a ride
Don’t drink nor eat, no time to sleep,
All bodily needs are trite and weak.
Life could be a kinder friend
If we’d but listen, and not pretend.
For our pieces should all synchronize
One can’t undermine, the other’s size.
Categories:
probes, health, hope, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet
Shoes in hand, skirting dunes, protruding rocks,
I slowly make it to the water’s edge
where sand and pebbles slide and gently rock
to the touch of swirling, playful waves.
A lone sandpiper skips; it pecks and probes
then with head raised it gives a joyful trill
blissfully unaware of alien presence.
Clouds hang heavily from a forlorn sky.
The sea is grey; the breeze in teasing mood
whispers to me, nudging distant memories
shelved in the dormant corners of my mind.
In this same spot, where subconsciously
I find myself as autumn nears its end,
we said our last goodbye...I wiped her tears
before reluctantly she walked away
from my life and our forbidden love.
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2nd February, 2016
Contest: The Sea Shore
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
probes, memory, sad, sea,
Form:
Free verse
As our eyes locked in the tiny rearview mirror I could see your fear
jerking your arms in a sudden movement
to veer to the side of the road wishing for a way out to unload
But I'm quick to rise and whisper in your ear
'This would not be wise my Sweet Devine'
I see your eyes so full of terror and wide
as your tears start to slide
My hands creasing up and down your cream color slender neck
your mind wondering what I will do next
as I run my fingers through your long soft hair a beautiful brunette
While my tongue probes around your ear I can smell and taste
your sweet sweat of despair
you seem to enjoy..."Oh my, was that a twitch of a grin on your lips
or just a tiny slip?" as I start to toy
Reaching behind my back I bring to you a single white rose
just for you my Sweet Devine
now that we are so close my blood starts to flow
my heart wanting to explode
Gently I place the white rose inside your baby blue dress
giving you full details of directions to our private special nest
as I continue to blow and caress you to impress.
Do you feel me? Do you want more?
T reams 4/4/15
Categories:
probes, dark, desire, devotion, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse