Best Quarrel Poems
As they walked the moonlit beach
in silence, their aching hearts
split worlds apart, they were joined
by their shadowed silhouettes,
which, connected, danced along…
Forms united clear and strong,
Gave them counsel in their night.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~5th Place~
November 10, 2014
Contest: Silhouette of a Heptagonet – Silhouettes of Night
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
We, savages to our desires,
chained, lips torch, spew fire.
Our contorted faces, vengeful words,
secret hiding places, strike fear.
Prisoners of paisley pasts,
expectations cling
evermore, our broken hearts
kindle flames of passion
in love and war.
I rest in our sweeter hours -
orange blossoms, tender vines touched,
tangled flush of skin warmed soft in breath.
Gentle winds passed through my pores
in our thriving, blushing
flower garden of summer light.
Charms adorned, seduction worn,
a rush of ecstasy -
you and I,
hands in earth,
nurturing our love
in full bloom.
I remember splash of golden sun
on hottest days
and blazing dark-winged sky
of ardent nights.
Never, never could I forget.
Now, we bury ourselves deep,
dried up in bitter weeds of neglected, barren soil.
Recoiled in contempt, we ache for forgiveness
as our weary souls weep
behind dry eyes
filled with icy rage.
Is love enough to break
our chains of jealousy, our suspicion, our lies?
When you’re alone,
I wonder, do you cry?
I do...I wade in my lonely tears.
When I'm alone, I weep for you.
Tomorrow, I will lay down my weapons for you,
tend once again to our delicate blooms.
I beg you to search your heart,
find within our maze of destructive days,
our greenest paths, time renewed
in clouds of rain to nourish love again.
I beg you to open your wilted blooms to a healing sun.
I still hold steady to lost petals of you and I.
I believe in us.
I pray for the heavy air between us
to lift until still,
and I pray you love me still.
Written 3/6/17 for Lover's Quarrel Contest
"Where did you put it?,"I don't know,it must be over there"
"It isn't I just told you!,"Well I don't really care!"
"You said you put it up somewhere,now where the hell is it?"
"Ive looked,and searched every bloody where,and i still cannot find it".
"So what,what else is new,you always say the same",
"As if ,that on this planet earth,there is no-one else to blame".
"Well I really need it,you know I do,I'd appreciate the help".
"Now,that's better,talk to me nice,and watch out for your bloody self".
"Here it is,I told you it was,why don't you listen to me?"...
"Sometimes,you really amaze me,it's as if you could'nt see".
"Well I'm sorry,I really am,but I'm kind of in a rush";
"Shh,don't say anything,please don't speak,I wish you would just hush."
"Well,Im off then,I'll see you later,I'll be home in time for tea".
"So what",I say,whatever you reckon,Thank God,now there's only just me.
You know I had a lover's quarrel with God
As I sat there telling him ~
I knew the fastest way to heaven
Was straight through hell
Though He did not see it that way
Nope, not at all
God said you need to go down this one path
But as I sat out there on that enormous cypress tree
I thought and I listened and I thought some more
What I was feeling now and what I should be feeling
Where two very different things.
But as I said before ~
I had a lover's quarrel with God
But never once did he let go
Of that unconditional love for me
No ~ never once and for that, I will always love God
1 / 1/ 2006
The little house mouse said, “Isn’t it a shame,
How the tufted titmouse has stolen our good name?”
The titmouse could not refrain as she shook her pointed crest
To answer in disdain, “You’re nothing but a pest!”
“The titmouse comes from a proud family and perhaps by now you’ve guessed,
We’re related to the chickadee, we fly with the very best.
We’re also kin to nuthatches, but we have a broader tail.
While the mouse just sits and scratches, cross the skies we sail.”
The mouse was caught off guard, so embarrassed he could die
Until he thought real hard and came back with this reply:
“The house mouse is a mighty creature, having a feature incredible and rare,
He can put a hundred and thirty pound teacher on top of a chair!”
Either will draw together or will drift apart?
day and night
she checks her email
lovers quarrel
In the wording of sensation,
we weathered the bells and savored the sanction,
community well,
latency incantation.
The remote had fallen in...
Rapturous roaring took any din,
...because they bothered so hard the made men,
took shares with every invasion,
or wasn't it a sword hidden by the very lord?
Taking it's vengeance and stages in a win?
The walls are closing in.
The walls are closing in.
Yet broken hearts will die much quicker
Crush me from within. (THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING)
There is no escape.
There is no escape.
I feel drastic, torn and troubled,
hopeless in this state. (YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THIS FEELS)
We don’t mess with fate.
We don’t mess with fate.
Someday we’ll be six feet under,
smothered in this hate. (DON'T MAKE ME BEG)
You can’t understand.
You’ll never understand.
Now you leave me lonesome,
frightened....
PLEASE!!!!.... just hold my hand. (I LOVE YOU)
I never said I’m sorry.
I never said I’m sorry.
But I’m not one for compromise
if you won't say you love me...
So say it to this gun. (RIGHT NOW DAMMIT!!!)
Say it to my gun.
I dare you look me in the eyes,
and tell me I'm the one.
Do not count the times my truant tongue spoke
As though counting spring lambs high on the hill!
Can a fire rage aflame with ash and oak
And not yield it's embers to the dawn's chill?
A sabre’s errant challenge to confront
With parochial Envy at its root
Now presented again, both dull and blunt
That turns, by parried defense, to be moot.
Again, with mirth, I engage thine outrage,
Though tire from its false theme of affront
As rote as the actor’s lines from his stage,
No more to win than the fox in the hunt.
Rest thy rage, it to mellow by the morn
To soften thy brow, no longer forlorn.
Sparkling with sunlight
A steel blade drips of red blood
Lover's quarrel, done
What meanest thou? Why doest thou rage oh man.
How hath thee imagined an evil thing against thine brother.
For now the nations are heard, a tulmut as waves roaring.
Mankind shalt weep for the loss of his sovereign glory.
Kingdoms shall fall to break asunder the pangs of conscienceness and cords of fellowship.
Can'st thou explain? If thou canst answer me.
Why doest thou continue and thusly allow
suspicion, prejudice , and narrow-mindedness.
Why must thou hate and raileth upon thine brother and turn one man against another
creating this endless quarrel of man.
Lest thou learnst to forgive and seek each thy brothers higher good then shalt the ancient
pulse of hatred continue to grow until the nations of the world explode.
Whilst thou understand oh man? Mankind hath but one redemptive plan to love one another
as was God's command.
They’d had a fight and he’d gone out for “air.”
Now he’d returned, a frown still on his face.
She knew him well and she did not fight fair!
She’d quickly guessed the way she would erase
his apprehensions. Now to set the scene
which would take place, there wasn’t much to do.
Embracing splendor, she looked like a queen,
and her intentions he’d not misconstrue.
The scent of flowers she’d dabbed on her skin.
Her mouth she’d painted and her hair let down.
It fell - gold water - and with no chagrin,
she left inside the closet her best gown.
His scowl fast vanished as he came undone.
Nude on the staircase, the battle she’d won.
Oct. 13, 2019
For the 'NUDE - descending a staircase' Poetry Contest of John Lawless
Venom dripping from thoughtless words
all thoughts gone but "This is absurd"
watching dribbles of rain
slide down old window panes
with a turn, theres nothing to be heard
Spreading love sour
fighting for hours
steamy cold showers
clearly cold
feelings
fleeing and flowing
stare blank at
ceilings
crawling under
covers
in hiding are these
known lovers
loving lonely these
connected hearts
there special love
is no feeling but
art
but oh how these
artist ache
too bad heartbreak
is oh so cliche'