Best Rends Poems
(Verse One)
My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her
My baby's a star, you know
She shimmers for the eventide
Always lets my crazies slide
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...
(Bridge A)
Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
(Verse Two)
My baby's a star, you know
In her bright, commands the sky
She lets my many faults get by
That's why I love her
Set no one above her
My baby's a star, you know
Warms the heavens with her smile
Makes each moment worth my while
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...
(Bridge B)
Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
- SOLO SECTION -
(Bridge One & Two)
Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep
Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap
(Chorus)
She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime
She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime
(Repeat Chorus Out)
Categories:
rends, love, metaphor, romance,
Form:
Lyric
friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,
but it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.
resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,
each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance ...
oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -
tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.
it is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.
still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,
the exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,
talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,
letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,
rather than risk a slight or argument ... or alienation.
goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,
a gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.
yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,
armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.
and your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity ...
but still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,
and your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,
'til the bellman of Valhalla calls ... for it's most dear.
Categories:
rends, analogy, character, courage, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Soft, as the moon weeps,
A Lark trills endless, his mate,
Now, cold on the sand ...
His broken heart is my own,
This beach, our sanctuary.
Oh, my winged brother,
Your sweet song - bathed in sorrow,
Is but bitter perfection ...
Each tender note rends my soul,
As you plead ... for her answer.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early February Standard" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "One or Two Tanka" Poetry Contest, Rick Parise, Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Favourite Poem From December 2017" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
(Checked at HowManySyllables.com)
Categories:
rends, beach, bird, grief, moon,
Form:
Tanka
a poet cries real tears
I am speaking to you
from inside my head
I shake it and out tumbles
words in scrabble pieces
shiny lacquered squares
to build a thought
that will express the what
and where, of my yards of thinking.
Some times it claws and rends
a thundering lion of ideas; anger, hurt
wanting to shred the very existence
of those who lie and cheat
expose their greed and noxious deeds
in a way that all could see
and understand that we are not sheep
who sleep upon a heap of disaster.
Again I shake and springs forth
hope and tears that carry away the anger
clear my vision to see a homeless man
helping some one in greater need
a child looking in awe at Santa Claus
asking, a gift for another
soup kitchen volunteers lining up
to feed the world. all the many
hidden kindnesses that travel
upward across the sky
leaving tiny trails of light and hope.
we do not need more words
we need more people speaking out
more gentle love and understanding
breathe the air take in the hope
do not let those who are dark
with their burden of cynicism
belittle the silver threads of humanity
for no matter how worn the phrase
how ill-used it may be
goodness still exists and will live forever.
GOODNESS WILL TRIUMPH!!!
Categories:
rends, change,
Form:
Free verse
Be especially careful, you who would teach
Observe well the depth of your reach
A moment's slip, imperceptible, on your part
Rends the fabric of a pupil's heart
Categories:
rends, care, heart, student, teacher,
Form:
Epigram
Between the pulse of our heartbeat simply present
head- heart linking
dwelling in time with stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking.
Between heaven and earth the ethereal pulse of God's creation
sifting through the soul like a fluttering kite in motion
Here we are in a dwelling place of quarrel and demolition
only peace can assuage the heart and give it, its contrition
In the middle of war stretched across landscape of your heart
"The Lord's prayer," in a lilting whisper, you got this to an art
Give us today our daily bread and help us to do our part,
it is only love agape that gives our soul a fresh new start
Connecting spaces of our head-heart connection a mantelpiece
decorated with meditative awareness and unblinking utter peace
"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" let me decrease as you increase
seed and bloom inside my heart and help me fold this crease
Side by side two strong bookends holding together what rends
with a soulful melodic vibration I arrive at every bend
"May Thy Kingdom Come" and live within me til the very end
side by side, ... like two old reliable and sturdy bookends.
Categories:
rends, appreciation, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
They marched in millions chanting down the street,
Their captured likeness published in the Post.
Rewarded citizens retake their seat;
(His subjects satisfied) They brag and boast.
They file back inside their business park,
No choice when keeping families afloat;
"At least on 'Climate Day' I made my mark,
At least that little history I've wrote."
The King in roars goes stomping through this place;
He rends the trees and tears at mountain skin.
His human guards asleep in drunken space,
From royal gifts of blackened fossil gin.
An oiled Curse doth reign; the Earth He wrecks.
This evil Thing. Tyrannosaurus Hex.
Categories:
rends, environment,
Form:
Sonnet
Arising, splits the purple nuclear sky,
Rends the dark valleys with light,
Spills along footpaths and alleys,
The glory of morning, ending of night.
In sanction, closing of the chaos,
Soothes the hot valves with dragon-heart balm,
Beams with serenity and salves,
In silvery moonlight, infinite calm.
Above, my ascendant sun and moon,
Arc-light searing and platinum white,
Adoration eternal and endearing,
My wondrous morning, my glorious sight.
The land of my fathers lays waiting,
Dispelling the lonely, the welcoming fields,
Whether industry savaged or verdant,
The hillsides of poets, their treasure she yields.
Categories:
rends, history, inspirational, life, social,
Form:
Verse
Another dead statistic dawns today,
Contempt dissolved foundations love astray.
Malicious memories of miscarried mirth,
Repetitious resolving rends rebirth.
Too far, too strange, oh we have now become.
Decisions bleeding passions cold and numb.
My frozen frigid feelings fade to black
Behold the barracuda's bitter back.
Oblique sidewalks a house no longer home.
Neglect’s hand opened doors for needs to roam.
Bent and broken, beautiful bygone heart
Past promises play the party-line part.
Divided assets fighting custodies
New boxes cardboard tombs of memories.
Separations and somber songs subside
Choice-less children and contemptible chides.
Petitioned courts and mediation pleas
Sustaining into absolute decrees.
Formerly favored family so forlorn.
Forever festers feeble foolishness.
----------------------------------------------------
A collaboration with Catie Lindsey.
Iambic Pentameter & Alliteration.
Categories:
rends, break up, change, conflict,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates
Categories:
rends, giving, heart, life, love,
Form:
Blitz
With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl
Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes flashing enticing messages
as the men flock to her a mocking laugh
Siren of the senses as well she knows
she taunts and teases as she grabs hold
only to push her admirer head over heels
leaving him stunned and dazed in the dirt
In a puff of smoke she vanishes from view
long rolls of drums call to her to come back
the men look in vain for her return
a soft voice enticingly calls from the shadows
Singing of long journeys to far away exotic places
of caravan wheels swishing and of horses gavotting
of smokey camp fires bristling with full cauldrons
no clue to what lies within just enticing smells
She tells of lovers she has known in distant past
entreating the men, who try their luck to no avail
she sits brushing her long raven black hair of curls
and the sparks fly giving her an ethereal appearance
The fires die low and still she has not yet chosen
it seems she is waiting for someone not now here
flashes of lightening fork across the sullen skies
and the skies open in deluges of rain and thunder
As her admirers scatter seeking shelter she laughs
spinning round and round hair flying out scattering
droplets that glisten and sparkle in pale light
at last she crumbles done to the sodden ground
A mighty flash of lightening rends the sky in half
highlighting a jet black horse rearing up high
she runs forward laughing he is here, he has come
her gypsy king, he swings her up before him and turns
As the summer storm fades the last fork shows
the two lovers high-lit on the rolling hill
then gone, gone to their secret place of tryst
she leaves lingering memories in men's minds of what might have been
Categories:
rends, beauty, dance, fire, hair,
Form:
Epic
Winter lacks a fresh air balm
Her sunshine rends little heat
Spring lilacs bloom in glory
Too warm, Winter sleeps
Categories:
rends, nature
Form:
Dodoitsu
NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine, Patricia, Carol, Adeleke,
Krista, Trudi, Kristin, Bill, Shishir, Sami, James, Trudi and many, many others - who have
been so kind, supportive and appreciative both now and in the past. You are stars. I am in
your debt.
I know it's not the happiest piece, but it's what I have at the moment.
T.
Last Chance Saloon:
The deadbeat shuffle from Boardwalk to Boot Hill
Implores the synapse circuit of a short walk to the kill,
With one foot out of line one soon is gone
In Winter rains that fell all Summer long;
Never once did Zeus advise to pack a bag,
Only suck it up and tread the old main drag.
When first she shed her morals and her dress,
The channel burn adored her more than less,
Post-coital walks, romancing in the sun
Beat a path to living in the shadow of the gun;
As expectation always lets one down,
Rends the heart in two by softly skipping town.
From the stained-glass of an alcoholic haze
Wherein kaleidoscopic migraines snap and blaze,
The rusty barrelled gun scrapes at the head,
All the chambers full of coals and glowing red;
She resurfaces like some immortal doll,
And each bullet tastes of paracetamol.
So to raise the weary glass to mouth again,
To curse and toast her godforsaken name,
To down the medicine and down some more
And ride the bona-fide revolving bat-swing door;
Swear by saints alive to never leave this room,
No more chances left to chance in this last chance saloon.
Categories:
rends, angst, cowboy-western, life, loss,
Form:
Verse
PLEASE READ PART 1 BEFORE READING BELOW
It was covered in black fur from its head to its toes
Its small eyes glimmered white like the sight of fresh snow
Razor, jagged teeth a quarter meter long
Its bite was considered to be bear trap strong
No lips, no ears, no nose on its face
Instead there were just holes, just a bunch of empty space.
The fingers and nails grew together as one
Sharper than blades which were forged by the sun
And it carried a sack, but in it were trolls
That would jump out to grab the tormented souls
The drawing of the souls was the vilest thing to see
They shrieked and moaned, then begged for mercy
But before this act the hearts were ripped out
And the trolls gobbled them up without a shadow of a doubt
But then a glare of its eye and a twitch of its head
The trolls jump back in the sack or they knew they’d be dead
And it shrieked the same five words as it left like when it came
A bellow from hell, you could say sounded the same
If you were to hear these words, you could put its reign to an end
So with its saw-like teeth, your tongue it rends.
And when it’s complete, with no time to stall
The demons dash away, Dash away, Dash away all!
It is said to come back every fifty-sixth year
On the night before Christmas like this time here
To repeat the bloodbath on a town such as this
Leaving them no time for one final wish
So sleep light on a night which is said to be merry
For you might receive a visit from the Massacre Fairy.
Please rate after reading both parts =0)
Categories:
rends, death, science fictionnight, time,
Form:
Couplet
A half-moon wind caresses naked skin
as a whispered prayer takes flight
Love me well when you dream tonight
Moonlight hosts a symphony opera
with natures orchestral might
Insecta songs they sing , for you
and friends in your care, I in theirs
At these unholy hours
thoughts prove masochistic
Wise counsel naught but acoustic
Un- remittance rends and rips
A lover’s melancholy grips in violent tics
Unpleasant distance will cause regret
For in passions sad neglect
lust and jealousy are bred
Thence in stealth their war is waged
through empty fortresses, razed
where loves light hath fled
but for one last cry distressed
Alas, with deeds time hath cheated
surrendered prayers gone unheeded
Lay thee abed, in privacy to wed
and weep alone instead
for those whom companionship
hath left for dead
As mounted specimens in camphor beds
Insecta songs they sang to deafness
with only a half-moon wind as witness.
Categories:
rends, lost love, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme