Best Quested Poems
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
Categories:
quested, hope, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Don’t Speak
Close your sweet lips
So I may whisper wine drops in your ears
Close your eyes
So that I may wisp you to magical delusions
Where the scent of love
Wraps around your essence
Your nectar enticing and perfume captivating
You need no words at all
For the love above shall embrace us all
Together, we shall dance in all kinds of weather
Me and you
Love letters bashful and vineyards that grow
With each whispered word
Let me wrap my arms around you
Love has fermented in eternal caskets
The bonds shall keep us together and free
No one can hurt us
Eden was be quested to us
Our paradise until we turn to dust
The stars in the sky
The raging fire warming loins below
Angels massaging our seductive dreams
Do not speak; hear your heart and ponderous desires
You know you are a flame on fire
Scream for me
As I shall conquer for you
The love within the heart
The love never to be
Do not speak
For teardrops have spoken
The sadness within awoken
Do not speak
Our love was to keep
Inside the bowl of teardrops
Evaporated
Categories:
quested, angel, art, heart, joy,
Form:
Free verse
The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.
Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.
Render the mortar board square, keeping the gown smooth as the silk it resembles.
Shutterbugs will capture that smile of a thousand future memories.
A feastful celebration shared in public display, consuming all thoughts of ineptness.
Success is now official along with all cheers for you - the graduate.
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Written: 5/18/2016
Type: Prose Poetry
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 10th Place
Categories:
quested, adventure, career, celebration, community,
Form:
Prose Poetry
(note: The site restrictions don't allow long epic poems, so I have split this into 6 segments, each should run straight on from the previous one.)
THE EYE OF THE SEA
Or
The Rime of the Ancient Kubla Kahn on the Road to Mandalay
There washed ashore a devil’s whore
Who claimed he’d never been paid,
Near dead from Sin, or weatherin’
Yet feared to loose his blade.
We did our best to ease his rest,
But our experts all were vexed:
The Old Wives College exhausted their knowledge;
The doctors cursed their texts.
Wracked with pain his life had waned
His eyes were growing dim,
His final words were barely heard:
Everything looked grim.
With chicken pills we cured his chills,
For strength we gave him broth,
His brow was mopped, his temperature watched,
We swaddled him in sailcloth.
Then from afar with strengthened heart
As if ‘twere heaven’s game
His mien changed, he had regained
The pilot to his flame.
In heartened mood we gave him food,
And bade his tale be told;
And so he spoke for the price of a toke
And a butcher’s bag of gold.
“ ‘Twas in the port of Herringford,
Where all the cows lie down,
A skipper talked, he claimed he sought
A crew of great renown.
The wind was high in a sunless sky,
The waves were barreling in,
And word got round of men to be found
That night at The Mortal’s inn.
At eight o’clock the bolts were shot
And all were locked within,
With muttered words of rumours heard
And lubricant of Gin.
The Captain coughed and glanced around
For conversations shed,
With laser gaze and aged malaise,
In a darkened voice he said:
‘Into the storm at the crack of dawn
We sail on the morning tide,
Let no man here betray his fear,
His passion or his pride!’
The aim of the endeavour was legend’ry treasure,
The fabled crystal ship of the Prince,
Lost years before off the Straits of Nepal,
And famously quested for since.
Our boat, ‘The Eye,’ was a Barquentine,
Just a quarter league in length,
She sailed as sweet as a sackful of eight,
With grace and speed and strength.
Twelve good men without pretence
Agreed to the journey ahead,
But the cheery tales of places sailed
Belied their inner dread.
The crew we got were a hardy lot,
Experienced one and all,
But none were fools and caution ruled
When it came to signing aboard.
Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 2
Categories:
quested, adventure, boat, fantasy, sea,
Form:
Epic
Not surrounded by cherubs,
the Nude Maja
shows pubic hair...
She stares,
and makes women ill at ease,
though I cannot speak for men.
There is a faint line of hair
from crotch to navel...
I cannot say I quested this
and most men would not care,
(or would they?)
for chance to see inclusion.
The pillows are nice
and the green coverlet,
but one is drawn to piercing eyes,
and the fact she has nothing to offer
except to show off cheap-style
in Madrid's Museo.
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9/8/2015
Contest - Controversial
Sponsor - Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
6th place win
Categories:
quested, art, image,
Form:
Verse
Karnnifa Leaf And Beyond
Karnnifa Leaf lies wrongler to the westermorn of Liquida Barga
Cool brushing blues, calmingly decending corner wedgefords
In delinquinada rolling ragers fire lavala redlings, there a ring begun so hot
Jellying through mystification morphus above the blue
Just-toola eastly of roada low and up from there-abundancies creelowing
Wayla is the daughter quested with amblins and shards vestitures
Found them cutterlin and bleedingly profounder on irony ware there
Wilds on the Barga tramplina, wildest sojournaling and purelificing
When nilda drack and drungeon came upon the groupulence
So many then, Lurchin, far beyonda Karnifa Leaf, lefting red and again
No pestilencers remained wonderlate or crackling crack in waste
Not now or laterlinga dayly dayly on morphus morn
Came Wayla spleedling slashalactic and meandermindering
She takes then the monstrella girla down giagantling higher wire crier spree
Returnabout to Karnnifa Leaf proudoler, prodlinging, no timer grinders we
Popularizationer came awaying with Wayla, and yes!
Rained heavywonder browling soundabouts
And Liquida Barga settlering comfortingly to the lighter sighterscene
Quietler minder, nilda drack, smilling to a crawler, happerstance and crowning
Quarkly firing into skylinger endlings of the Leaf, solar bound
Above Liquida Barga, there Wayla lovingly suspends it
To that end begins
Categories:
quested, absence, adventure, celebrity, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
If before and after I had the choice
I'd choose to love thee all over again
I'd Love with every beat, flowed through my veins
Tightly gripped to keep within my arms reach
I'd Love thee freely, amongst stars that gleam
Being reflective light in hazel eyes
To capture and seal a bottle un-found
Un-Quested for no map of ones treasure
Buried in the pit of my souls fire
So when awakened I'd only know Love
My chest being the wonder of the world
Let me count the ways of natural forms
Motivated un-sensed material
But need to be with the other half of
I'd Love thee much like weathered rooted trees
Aged passed century's of its trunk's rings
Like a historical park protected,
Only naturally changing man kind
To Love among-st the seasons range
Categories:
quested, beautiful, love, memory, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
The lantern saga.
My friend and I were gorgeous; it was a visit to my would-be in-law’s house.
My mocked decency and decorum were high,my gaiety and impressario at peak.
My love got us seat in a room prepared for our visit,a kerosine lantern lit our stay.
‘‘ Shall I bring the food ?’’, she quested ; ‘‘ I don’t know of my friend,as for me I
will not eat.’’, I replied shyly but sharply. ‘‘ Eat even if only small,I needn’t ask your
friend.’’ She replied. So the table was set and the eating commenced.
As we were eating air extinguished the lantern; I noticed my fiancee take the lantern
to relight,then I quickly moved closer to my friend and whispered; ‘‘when the light
went off I was seriously rushing the food like pig’’. ‘‘You don’t have to, I prepared
all for your visit, I can still add more if you so wished’’,replied my fiancee. What a
hell ! I felt like the ground should quake and swallow me up. He returned with the
burning lantern.
Contest : Angel of The odd.
Sponsor : Craig Cornish.
Date : 15/2/14.
Categories:
quested, confusion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When a young boy I was,
I equated ability with age;
The elderly must have, so I thought;
Age seemed to me all that counted;
I quested for the needful and the not,
Mama was a super being,
Papa was almighty god;
Their love for me helped my view,
As my wish daily came to be;
If I had asked for the sky,
I would have had stars and sun,
In my room like other toys.
When a young boy I was,
Papa was the richest that ever lived,
The strongest under the sky,
Stronger than lion and horse,
Bigger than law and rule;
Mama was the perfection,
One that could never wrong,
Standard for others to measure;
No woman was mother enough,
But she who often came to me
With cookie she freely gave.
Now my central head is Sahara ,
Halt pity, I am not shortchanged;
My goatee compensates the glass afore;
Again ,I’m Johnbull’s able-dad,
The day I went to town with him,
Johnbull saw a cute Ferrari,
Daddy buy it,son decreed;
When have I become Ronaldo?
By the tallest building in Abu-Dhabi
Daddy buy it, son said sofort.
The day Klitschiko won a war,
And his name rent the air;
A voice in the crowd rang aloud:
Who can stand the iron man?
Johnbull’s spontaneous reply:
Daddy, daddy, my daddy can;
Hey!I looked at Johnbull’s daddy’s fist,
A good sight of mustard seed;
Next I checked out his daddy’s chest;
Bit broader than cricket’s thorax,
Could I be the thunderbolt ?
One and only Johnbull’s superman?
Then I remember my johnbull years,
Could this be kinder's trait,
That daddy is often a god ?
Categories:
quested, childhood, , cute,
Form:
Verse
A queen’s devotion for her men
Was rewarded many times again,
They quested for precious things
with endurance like emeralds,
Prisms of green light, or rubies
Red honor guards, and malachites,
The pureness of diamonds that
Broke down the strength of light.
How you shine when you smile,
Natural pearls cannot know
Your gift, your sweet and open heart,
Worth its weight in silver and gold.
My tired, travelled hope, so low,
Is rising now, from the unknown
Healing like the tiger’s eye, passion
Spins for you, my precious stone.
Categories:
quested, love, endurance,
Form:
Verse
Jefferson Kol,
Had wanted to copulate with his wife...
Please, I'm due for prayers,
she emphasized.
After which the load in the scrotum
had negotiated his sleep
Twilight,
made a reality of new day
Again he insisted on what was left
unfulfilled.
The load set to offload
so the system could ease.
My lord,
0400am so early I woke up
Now sleep is all I dear
she sleeps.
Ideas flow afterward
and pea flows when the urethra
is loaded and anus breathing
He leaves for the comfort zone (loo)
to release the loads of waste, instead
Mark Zukenberg.... he thinks
the face book Lord
so young an enterprise
the name the world know
Jefferson Kol,
right here he quest....
To become a champion or rather
a celebrity is by taking chances
and making best use of time
So,
Fetched the name written on
every man's lips
The lavatory (loo)
the home I be-quested
the real instinct.
Categories:
quested, time,
Form:
Free verse
Take this pizza to Madura
Party down at table seven
They’re divorcing and they’re hungry
Years together were eleven
I’m a nice guy so I took it
Though I’ve had no formal training
Down the stairs and through the courtyard
To the patio, it’s raining
Though I know the I am dreaming
I was quested to deliver
Rain is heavy and it’s pouring
Patio is like a river
Pizza’s melting, I’m in trouble
No time for another make-up
They will surely be complaining
From this dream, I guess I’ll wake up!
Categories:
quested, crazy, cute, dream, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Roiling,simmering,boiling while quivering.This toiling ,this Maddening Lust;Gifted Hard;this thing in Me.Til dawns light first breaks,feel a Rage,Pure so Freely.Bended knee;drink deeply.Fill the Cup:Satiaite me.With Glistened Lips ,lick them sweetly.A ton of Ash.Burned Hot ,Completely.When looking up ,so sweetly .Naming My Sangreal;Whom I just FELT:My Soul and Self was the Quested Completion;Of a Daemons True Nature.Fulfilled in The Grail,The One Cup That Cups Me.So Comely,I LOVE THEE. James Patrick Kail Saturday October 20 2012.
Categories:
quested, allegory, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Lunar Revelation
Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.
In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.
Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.
Categories:
quested, allegory, analogy, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Prose
At the edge of shafts, you quested for calmness.
In a Utopia, we whimsey you survived a slash witness.
I swung the specific option to guzzle your unhappiness.
I wiped my knuckles to remove the pleasantness.
Weakness has instantly made my mouth swell across.
Such a blood clot, they plied to moan voiceless.
Supposing we're neutral with ourselves on sharpness.
Concepts might not have evolved this grotesqueness.
How can I be heedful, or may I eagerly shred my kindness?
Nothing would delight me further than to live harmless.
Categories:
quested, appreciation, care, character, confusion,
Form:
Monorhyme