Best Ready(A) Poems
Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil
Morning is the enemy.
Wear that Hat and wear it well,
If it drags you, we all can tell.
If you'll fake, real, or true
Whatever you are it will come through.
Wear that Hat and shut the church down
Make everyone turn completely around
Get ready, a real queen is coming down the aisle
You may join me, but don’t cramp my style.
You wanted Hat drama so here I come
it's always a pleasure to make the men numb
Take pictures and video fast as you can
Please remember if you keep looking
that makes you a fan
Wear that Hat with all your might.
remember you have God's glory and light.
When it’s own your head, it feels so right.
Please believe me, this is my one great delight.
Wear that Hat Queen, give them all hell
Make the pastor say oh my sister, well!!well!!well!!
Ladies, you must be the hidden flavor
In your own special sauce.
Every move you make must be Boss.
Wear that Hat and serve it for real,
Don’t forget your gloves, because they are our seal
Ladies, please remember it's only for a little while,
please Diva don't forget your smile.
In a long ago day no term such as teenager
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place
on life's map
Has turned out to be nothing but a load
of crap
"I'm a teenager" they will wail and whine
Implying "your life is less valuable than
mine"
"I'm your replacement" is what they're
trying to say
But they should at their feet what's crawling
on the floor
Their own replacements will be ready a couple
years or more
What’s this heavy weight? If I could see it,
I would launch it from my chest.
Do I not deserve a reason for cradling such a thing?
Do my shallow breaths not catch your attention?
When my arms begin to slacken,
Could you not offer a deterrent?
Do you observe me with a biased gaze?
A wry smile at your lips, for the final heave.
Tell me why I suffer, you created me,
I can not fufill a purpose that eludes me.
How many years? Can you not give me that?
Am I to stay subjugated?
When my arms begin to crumble,
Will you ready a noose in their stead?
And when that begins to splinter and break,
Will my heart be next?
Do you think it fit to anchor it to my soul,
When all else fails?
Can I get a reaction from you?
Or do my words fall flat at your feet…
Would you strike out at them to knock the wind from me?
Is that what I just felt?
Why is my load so heavy and unyielding,
When people around me breathe so freely.
Am I to balance the weight of the world?
Joy- I understand the concept,
But is that all I paid you for?
Can I not sample it, or would you cut out my tongue
And leave only the metallic taste for me to savour?
Still… You say nothing.
Well enough of your silence, now it is I who am bored.
Watch, as I free your claim of me.
If I die, I’m blessed to be rid of all.
Can you feel the strings go taught under my grasp?
Can you feel the chaos, soon to be a promise.
No longer will I let my questions be unrewarding
I gave you faith and carried your burden,
Now have it back.
Shadows on walls, enjoyment of shapes
Rabbits, Dogs all made to enthrall
The feeling of late, drowned in sound
Time for a walk, shadow beckons
Lost the energy that once abounded
Standing enjoying birds and scenery
A giggle, from where? no one around
I looked down at the ground
My shadow standing next to me
Off I go, shadow followed
Need a rest, stopped and rested
My shadow moved onward
How can this be, I looked in amazement
my shadow turned, waving gestured
I looked around, no one to be seen
I returned the wave, sheepishly
My shadow strode on, turning occasionally
No one around, I shouted wait for me
My shadow stood still, waiting patiently
I ran to join my shadow, feeling foolish
We became one again, sigh of relief
Are we ready, a silent question?
Off we strode life is waiting.
Such an ironic plight in blinding light of day,
his appreciation, the cruel blindfold o’er eyes,
after his dark time served in dank cell of dismay,
taken out at dawn, a bright morn for his demise.
Rough restrict of ropes constrict, last embrace he’ll feel,
as he’s tied tight, upright, the execution post.
For his people, freedom from oppression he’d steal,
heartbeats, time ticks down, he thinks of those he loves most.
TICK - TOCK - TICK… he wonders if thundering heart's heard
and curses his body for betraying his fear.
A grim line set taut in the stubble of his beard,
hailed a hero, fetor of human fright fills the air.
Tick - tock - tick - trussing death pole lends his back support,
tremulous dread at life’s end - defiance steady,
as the commander begins with the last resort
and raises the rifles, brisk command of; “READY”...
Tick - tock - tears and angst co-mingle behind grimed gauze.
“You can kill this roused rebel, but there’s more the same!”
“Freedom fighters! We're willing to die for the cause!”
With rifles at the ready, a clear retort; “AIM”...
He yells “You can all go to HELL! You cannot quell”...
rebellious heart afire flaring down to the wire,
“this revolution tolls your bell for it will swell!”
TICK - quick as a whip’s lash, the booming command: “FIRE!!”
Susan Ashley
11/20/17
**execution by firing squad, in the past sometimes called fusillading (from the French fusil, rifle)**
By Poet "A mother's love is made in heaven."
A special gift given from above
only one person can feel.
How great is a mother's love.
She always has ready a delicious meal
working many long hours
only one person can feel.
Her garden is filled with flowers
wiping away the tears
working many long hours
she has no fears
as she kneels to pray
wiping away the tears
joy is watching the children at play
before the coming rain
as she kneels to pray
she will wrap her arms around you like a chain
A special gift given from above
before the coming rain
how great is a mother's love.
Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle
I stand on the plate with the sun in my eyes
the pitcher is ready, a fastball he flies
I swing just as hard as I possibly can
love says "strike one" as I try it again
I choke up on the bat, pull down on my bill
nodding my head, a new pitcher on the hill
it hurls past my chest, just missing my heart
love says "ball one" as the clock again starts
it's the seventh inning stretch, I need the relief
I brush off the dust, no way will I retreat
the coach saunters over, giving a pep talk
as the lines are redrawn on the infield with chalk
the board shows each tally, each inning not close
no intervention from heaven or its holy hosts
and I shut the book on yet, another losing season
I'll still play the game with faith in the reasons
My cat, she plays so, with her prey.
It is what nature tells them to do.
We cannot shame the feline’s way
For they believe they’ve brought us food.
The dog will always be our friend;
It’s love, the closest thing to God’s.
Always ready, a paw to lend;
As we trek along the sod.
The horse, a life companion, is;
They’ll never let you down.
For it is the horse’s biz;
To carry you around.
Domestics love us, as we are and serve without a care.
Some have one and others, two; nothing’s better than a pair.
You come to me in the still of the night,
I’m awakened by your presence beside,
You come and bring inspiration and light,
These you give to me and make them reside,
They come in an amiable serene flow,
Dark and murky waters become crystal clear,
My mind goes on a voyage unrestraint,
You come with shimmer and make all aglow,
I am saddled no more with gripping fear,
I am back in my form, with no constraint.
I have waited for this moment and time,
Days have gone by with nothing to inspire,
All you gladly give with no cost and dime,
I had wanted to sit back and retire,
Until you came with reassuring hope,
Your arrival heralded a new dawn,
You open the door that leads to real mirth,
I can take my journey, face all and cope,
All that perturbs and troubles me are gone,
It’s an awakening call and a rebirth.
Oh! Stay close and commune betimes with me,
Let me be forever endeared to you,
Guide me and make all obvious to see,
I will make ready a table for two,
Distraught and despondency held the reins,
Gloom held sway and pervaded the expanse,
What I sought for came in shadowed array,
Your come to me is like awaited rains,
The parched and barren rejoice, sing and dance,
The dying blossom as springtime in May.
May 27, 2022,
Person,
Form O - Ode - New Poems Poetry Contest,
Constance La France
Start with a red onion and dice it all up.
Then slice up some mushrooms (no more than a cup).
Saute in some oil in a cast iron pan;
it quickly will soften in a few minutes span.
Then separate the leaves from those lovely red stalks,
and set them aside for less time on the clock.
Chopped up like celery, add the stalks to the mix,
and toss in some sea salt for a nice, subtle kick.
Then roll up the leaves like a big fat cigar;
slice it ever so thin, like the chef that you are.
Toss in the greens and a fresh lemon, juiced,
and stir on low heat till the volume’s reduced.
Voila! It is ready, a colorful treat;
low cal and delicious, red chard can’t be beat!
T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night,
Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright,
Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day,
Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may.
The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear,
A second turkey for Boxing Day must be prepared, sadly I fear,
The 1st wrapped in foil, the 2nd one also, a disaster was clear,
I thought that inevitably an upset was near.
My Aunt unlike my mom, expected us to arrive with a turkey,
For my aunt never bothered to have anything ready,
My brother packed the car with presents and a foiled bird,
The scene that unfolded later was hysterical, yet absurd.
We arrived in the pouring rain, the weather was murky,
Don’t forget the presents and of course the famous turkey,
My eye on it never wavered, my brother had a plan,
But told me not to tell, that day he was nobody’s fan.
The turkey took centre place on the dining room table,
My Aunt had also invited their neighbour, Aunty Mable,
The festivities begun and we each took our seats,
Carving the turkey this year was Hubby’s feat.
As he took off the foil carefully, my anxiety grew,
What transpired caused dismay somewhat undue,
For there on the table stood a raw, defrosted turkey,
Anyone for Kentucky chicken I asked in a voice rather perky.
My mom got uncontrollable giggles, my brother winked at me,
What was happening, how could this possibly be,
He ran to the car, presented us with a joy that did meet every eye,
The real MC-coy, a roasted turkey he’d hid in the trunk, oh my!
Competition Entry: The Night Before Christmas
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated: 2024/12/07
Dark ominous clouds gather in the sky,
Thunder rumbles loud somewhere far away,
The earth gets ready, a shower is nigh,
That drizzle drives her crazy with her spray,
As water and wind in the wet woods play,
Trees sway and dance when the gust gathers speed,
A burning is quenched as rain meets land's greed,
There's steady downpour while lightning flashes,
A yearning fulfilled as petrichor's freed,
Nature blushes under dripping lashes.
4th November 2022
For Sotto poet's "Dizain poetry contest"
"When You Are Ready" – A Triolet
"You must wait for happier days,
They will come when you are ready."
Is that just a meaningless phrase?
"You must wait for happier days."
Trapped in an eerie monstrous maze
I have to keep my mind steady!
"You must wait for happier days
They will come when you are ready!"
LW 01/18/2019