Best Renditions Poems
To once again hear the renditions of the
songbird’s morning trill as leaves upon the
trees tremble in triad tones within the
moorside tempest; and lyrical waves in unsung
meadows symbolically crash against limestone walls
and telephone wires in viola whines
an archaic symphony.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
renditions, nature,
Form:
Free verse
.
This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart
Distance frames the walls of
the addressed…since canceled
Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,
time has shaved the moments…the places
on broken calendars swinging freely
of lost dates scratched within the numbered boxes
Sorrow carved in the fine oak grain
by an empty pen with dulling point…dented
Poetry sits meaningless
with rhyming phrases of hope…wishes…love
begging for but a brief visit,
only to be discarded between reams of teardrop leaflets
Verses formed deep within a vacant heart,
a lonely space, emptied by the loss
I write in an absolute mist,
fog induced renditions of another’s touch,
formulating in the same words…always the same words,
repeating in the darkness that sighs in rhythm of a flickering candle flame
Over and over,
echoing the halls of this barren heart
Shadows drain the breath
of hopeless desires…built on manicured dreams
within a world collapsing in shredded
prose, and fractured fingers, still writing
I am lost
without her…
10/14/16
The Poet's Ache
Greg Barden
Categories:
renditions, heartbroken, lonely, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Musical renditions
The voice in unison, together we chante
Strings play their story
In harmony fate sings along
The winds blow in from the sea
The sun runs away
We are the band of the night
With whiskey we sing and play
We are young and we are old
The night breeze carries the tunes
I may be fao, and I may be inebriated
Harps and chords, strings to be strummed
I see you stare, would you like a Rum?
You know what you want
So close your eyes
The kiss will be sweet
Tomorrow you may fly away
Tonight the strings they are all in play
String me along
Not for long
All strings fall
Naked is your deception
The strings are all gone
Notes "chante" pronouncec shante, = sing in french
Fao = ugly in Spanish
Categories:
renditions, music, passion, poetry, romance,
Form:
Light Verse
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Categories:
renditions, devotion, faith, inspirational, peoplefire,
Form:
In the midst of all this chaos
When frustration’s only grown,
Let us pause to stop and listen
To the lovely saxophone.
Adolphe Sax was its inventor
Back in 1846
And his instrument remains
One of musicians’ favorite picks.
Charlie Parker, Clarence Clemons,
John Coltrane and Kenny G
Are a few whose sax renditions
Have made music history.
So forget this doomed election.
Take a breath and clear your head
With the melancholy musings
Of a saxophone instead.
Categories:
renditions, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep
Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber
Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind
Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app
When dreams slip into a magical edition it proofreads my soul
In magic Morpheus tenders to soft renditions and rehearses
A new dawn for sanity’s sake and rearranges bedlam in silence
Ties new meaning to fake news and spins alignments afresh
Compounds and rearranges while the curtain slowly descends
A dress rehearsal in night gown patiently waits for the curtain
A sacred orange globe dances with ripples dissected by clouds
Ultramarine parades on the fading horizon of tangerine canvas
As the gatekeeper confers with clairvoyants and hobbling goblins
The mermaids charter the voyage with sea gulls and dolphin as they
Tie holy knots onto the tapestry of fabrication and spirited truths
Sometimes my aspirations and recollections call for clean slates
When charcoal rules anthracite waves draped in sombre veils
Or polychrome splashes beg to hold on to the palette forever
Sleep brushes over karma and vagaries and tames with a stroke
Of restful fortune in infinite renditions of what the future might hold
A life line appears on the horizon anchoring a courageous flare
Regardless of whether my journey explores a secret underworld
Or ships critique onto the blatantly obvious faults in the vessel
Poseidon pumps up the raft as tears and regrets rock the boat
Blows caution to the wind and advises to hold on for dear life
Neptune challenges his counterpart and weighs for good measure
Yet Atlantis refuses to sink and Nirvana sweeps the ocean’s floor
Phoenix gathers soaked ashes while jetsam jumps into the current
When the night parades its blessing the sun resets a new dawn
The moon watches over assorted memories baggage and hope
19th April 2020
Categories:
renditions, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
"love letters"
as time moves I wonder my love letter to you
enveloped with a waltz and breathtaking ballad
it would reveal all telling the story of us
only for your promised heart to follow along
unveiled with everlasting slow dances for two
you eternally captured me since the dawning
setting tones for love letters waltzing through
still I wonder such whispers from you to me
yielding my heart as only your desire can
unleashed and uncovered with love's umbrella
opening the dance floor of all renditions
inviting emotions to softly surface and hold
enchanting secrets revealing how you feel
among leaving your scent identified through
evermore our written words reach the sky
allowing such sentiments to gently sway
SkyWatcher
11-01-23
Categories:
renditions, love, romance,
Form:
Light Verse
Visits long ago
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind
on this sleet winter’s eve.
The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools,
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.
Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s,
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down
from generation to generation.
Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.
I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.
Gaelic words in this poem
* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.
Categories:
renditions, childhood, family, history, life,
Form:
Free verse
The love of Ganesha....
Born upon the branches of the Monterey cypress', ucalyptusly turning leaves
Joyfully displayed reflections this retros, predominant vanguards of the times
Preceptencies vibrantly rainbowic colours; renditions aside the sea
Peace signs embracing the Eastern world of Katmandus, serenities scene....
A spectacular renaissance of Victorianly vaulted venues; splendours
Painted hearts upon smiling faces so arrayed amid, these Cathedrals dreams
Flowers of divinities delicate epigraph flowing gently through, a totems breeze
Upon their way towards the Golden Gate Parks celestial celebrations, wherein
The militant Magi meets, the brightened Prince of Peace....
Ribbons and bows of Isalms ideals meshed beneath, a Buddhas tree
Adorned by Imagines precursed writings from, Lennons visionary keys
These, Egyptian teas with their green leaf beads and
Kissing doves of iconics love, less, such still framed ironies....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....Haight Ashbury ~
Categories:
renditions, hope, life, love, social,
Form:
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Categories:
renditions, allegory, anger, appreciation, change,
Form:
Free verse
THE PEOPLES SERVANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He was here today promised pie in the sky
But we’ll soon discover its just another lie
They’ll say anything that to them is a plus
But once they are in they make fools of us
They need our vote to get elected
First order of business get re elected
They don’t need our money for the campaign
They get it from those who have something to gain
A freshman representative from any state
May have intentions that to him are great
But when the established seniors get his ear
They’ll guide and instruct and make it clear
That when he needs help or financial aid
He wont qualify til he joins the parade
The parade of voting for unworthy pork
These projects are like eating soup with a fork
The laws they pass affect you and me
But they’re exempt, their perks are free
I question why we continue give foreign aid
To tyrants and despots, makes me afraid
That some of those funds may surely bounce
From the tyrants hands to secret accounts
They pass out flyers at county fairs
After two terms they’ve become millionaires
If things get dull and their attention slips
They plan exotic fact finding trips
Those trips would cost a fortune for you and me
The trips are on us and to them totally free
They come home and host a town meeting
Take a look at who’s in the front row seating
Peoples servant(2)
But the best of all is a fund raising event
Where the affluent givers use money well spent
Backing a candidate is a system well tested
It yields great returns on the money invested
Once they’re established with one term or two
Hard to unseat them the special interest is glue
These are best described as serial politicians
The facts or a lie is part of their renditions
They support their lives at the public’s expense
Taking firm positions on both sides of the fence
They have little to fear, bullet proof by far
If they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar
Their own will reject them from left and right
None of them want to be in the public light
If he is found guilty after numerous trials
You will find his clone fully prepped in the aisles
Categories:
renditions, abuse, america, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
written in abcb rhyme for
contest Alphabet Soup
Categories:
renditions, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
TODAY I made a choice...In the quiet stillness of my mind.
to let nothing keep me from the essence of this unique day.
TODAY I have decided to enjoy this day for what it’s worth.
I have decided to appreciate what was already in motion, to create no commotion,
and silently feel my emotions. TODAY I will not be led astray I will receive the grace
of this abundant DAY. I hear, as I listen, I envision, as I see. I inspire, as I speak
I appreciate, as I spectate. The birds provide symposiums in an array of songs for my
enjoyment.
TODAY I have chosen to be the victor as I gather my thoughts, and write them to the
sweetness of their various harmonies, The birds enlighten my presence with the symphonies
they sing as they entertain me each with his own song. This morning I was awakened by
bird’s-songs delighting me with melodies, I the guest of honor lend precocious ears to their
cause. Tweeting, throaty rhapsodies calling- calling. Others join in with renditions that blend
perfectly as the day begins. Next the babbling of the water in the brook adds a rush to
the thrush of the warblers song. The sound of water fills my emptiness as it flows
magnificently to flush the streams of my captured soul. TODAY I become at one with nature ;
the Water and birds have effortless nourished my soul and restored my integrity so.. TODAY
I have lived harmoniously without concern for whatever may come tomorrow. Because
TODAY I HEARD the birds sing, and have decided to listened intently.
Categories:
renditions, appreciation, creation, devotion, poetry,
Form:
Classicism
In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned
From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions
Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier
Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute
For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease
Categories:
renditions, sorrow, violence, war, ,
Form:
Free verse
It is slowly juxtaposition,
an oldies reith for an acoustic-ness-
and we make a mock,
drain the corner stores mox....
Engravings in luck and harmonious-
they take a tail for a toc,
malevolence out of the box,
on the streets-
in levy and over the acropolis,
like crumbly even and corny thermopolis-
how the havens in heaven must shine inside...
How many travels say they coincide?
Even in a sailing away against all storm's periphery,
dynamite at the dreamy renditions are trickery-
a pleasure of the presence is no outer measure of some other type of compression!
Categories:
renditions, absence, allusion, dedication, hero,
Form:
Tail-rhyme