Best Repels Poems
Blue –
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.
Red –
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.
Orange –
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium.
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone.
Green –
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs
like dandelion seeds blown from
My wistful lips when I was
eleven
waiting for them to bring back my wish.
Black –
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from
your father’s funeral.
It was the only time I watched you cry.
There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through
their watery colored reflections.
Pink –
for the way your skin repels from my
Touch, quivers as though my finger-
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.
Purple –
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss.
You left her waitng..always.
I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.
Her letters
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.
White –
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.
They spit
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.
My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.
We will divide our booty
Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.
Grey-
for the morning
now knocking on my window.
I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets.
Categories:
repels, angst, introspection, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
From Desolate Waves, Of A True Love's Death
As poet I cry out, nobody hears
yes, deep ingrained apathy I fear
for no other sad darkness so repels
as does indifference born from Hell.
From desolate waves, of spitting grey mists
arrives those terrors from misery's lists
fiery flames set to burn a weeping soul
into heartache abyss, death's tragic toll!
As poet I cry out, so few may see
majesty in even a long dead tree
or beauty in finely woven dark verse
born from a pure truth one did not rehearse.
From desolate waves, of a true love's death
comes grief that illuminates gasping breath
followed by epic dark, its coldest chills
knowing never again, comes love's sweet thrills.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2019
Rhyme, ( From Tales Of Sorrows Are Born Dying Breaths )
Categories:
repels, appreciation, art, creation, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.
Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.
Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash from crematory tells
a tale where quietus intrepidity sells
the silent impetus toward a life of many hells.
Walled inside this ebon murk, my emotion wells;
beyond they lurk, those who are sane, their tale retells
how life is to live, and the end but brief farewells.
Though my will may bend, it is I that death compels.
02/16/2018
Categories:
repels, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Monorhyme
Tears do Fall
...a sad sonnet...
My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the wall
The love I seek near windows bane belief
In distant dormant dwells my heart repels
Admits the darkness hides my tearful tides
Loves empty wells with superstitious spells
Where sorrow divides the banished brides
For a silence slaved stands a soul depraved
In a desolate domain where demons deign
A captive caved within a mind that’s mazed
Of a vaulted vain amongst a drowning drain
Will the tears bathe my final grassy grave?
As they nail and engrave will my spirit save?
May.18.2018
NO 440 ANY FORM, ANY THEME
UP TO MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
repels, first love, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-
"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
I have...''
Interesting enough
in these crooked times
it is impossible to make a man like you,
or your art,
especially with unbounding determination.
Nevertheless,
It sure is mighty easy to attain their hatred,
through no fault of your own.
When they protest or demonstrate against you...
finally you have arrived!
That's powerful!
Common sense says,
"Never drive in the rear view mirror!"
Though, it sure is helpful to take a quick glance back
periodically
to check out Jealousy,
back there
doubting and shouting and eating your dust!
Take a whiff...
Listen...
AHHHH....
The band begins to play ferociously!
Off-key.
Off-color.
Slander Slogans pasted upon your face.
Furthermore,
Suddenly,
Systematically...
like roaches with lights bright,
they disappear into the night,
back to the slums;
begging for crumbs.
Once you've been Blacklisted;
Swallow.
Digest the miracle.
Pure, glowing gold
the alchemy of their anger,
visibly discernable from the glossy pyrite
appearing with fake praise.
Heed the old adage:
---------------Keep yir' friends close, and enemies closer.
Their futile harm repels from the Teflon donning your heart.
Envy
burns bold, boils,
melts and cools, then cold,
forging the sword.
Adding to your arsenal.
Stumble not
upon bone fragments,
brittle blacklist bandits...
the Catacombs of those
who aimed to defame your name,
staking claim for their
shameless sea of debris
and Rotten Forgottens
which only bolster your begotten flame.
Remain steadfast, undaunted
TROUNCE THOSE TREACHEROUS TROUBLES;
________________________ TO ________________________
MARCH THROUGH THE RIGOROUS RUBBLE!
*Heads High,
Let me see those eloquent eyes!~JsL
~Inspired by written words of Marshall Mathers, Cleaning Out My Closet,
Shady Records~
Categories:
repels, anti bullying, appreciation, betrayal,
Form:
Alliteration
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
-----------------------------------
(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
Categories:
repels, light, metaphor, ocean, sea,
Form:
Free verse
- TRUTH-
Her attraction has no equal
Our lady of the night
Her virtue is a temple
Veiled in bridal white
But as if out of fashion
She discarded all her clothes
We built her in our systems
But she died in all of those
We seek her in our pulpits
We seek her in ourselves
She repels us like a magnet
When conversely switched the pole
So we covered up her nudity
Introduced her as a friend
Who sometimes has two faces
Other times none at all
All the treasure and money on Earth
Cannot compare her estimated worth
Her answer to all our seeking and bitter woes
Her hidden secret is revealed
Her address where she resides
Is under a greedy nose.
Categories:
repels, truth,
Form:
1000 miles per hour scientists have calculated the Earth’s rotation
And 25000 miles in 24 hours according to their quotation
They say it is the distance from the sun qualifies their concession
But it is the facts that they failed to mention
The fact in the matter is, it is not gravity, the sun or the moon
So I thought I will break it down so you can see the big picture soon
And those scientific theories are fallible and can be popped like a balloon
Then you can stop watching the Discovery channel and watch a Disney cartoon
In order to deliver the facts I will change from monorhyme
This will give you the information in digestible nuggets in time
Here we go:
Fact: we know that love makes the world go round
Just enough to stop you flying off the ground
According to my calculations, there are 380000 people making love every second
Wait a minute, just in case I am beckoned
22800000 in a minute, 1368000000 in an hour and 32832000000 in a day.
That’s a lot of people indulging in naughty play
Therefore each person generates 3045808967 gigawatts of negative energy
Calculate it yourself and if I’m wrong I’ll change my name to Cenergy.
The negative energy is what repels us from the sun
This is not generated from the up and down of underwear of everyone
If we quit the Earth will stop spinning
And this may mean we’ll come out winning
For we won’t die or age in years
We’ll never be made redundant due to someone younger taking our careers
You can borrow money and go in debt
And never pay it off if you take it over a year I guarantee the bet.
For if we stop love, time will stand still
And to get it moving again would need the love pill
So from me and Captain Morgan, we say good night
Tomorrow how the earth got it’s crust we will write.
So say good night to this drunken plumber
And by the way, if we stop the sun will suck us in and that’s a bummer
Good night
Categories:
repels, funnypeople, change, earth, love,
Form:
Rhyme
In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin
In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And played with the sun
Let her sprinkle freckles
Upon my healthy golden cheeks
In those younger years
I had my way
With the sun
Took her in so many
Different positions
Under the burn of her sultry touch
In those younger years
I traveled to exotic climes
Just to enter my sunshine heaven
And soak up her glow
But the cave I now inhabit
Shuts out all the warming rays
The cave in which I hide
Repels all her sunny ways
The cave I made from earth and
Resignation
Never lets her kiss within
The cave I excavated
Collapses upon my daily sins
In those younger years
I once loved the sun
Categories:
repels, angst, depression, introspection, lost
Form:
Free verse
I seek the immortality that breathes within you, the forbidden language spoken only by the
Ancient ones!
I seek the essence that pours from your lips, that liquid awash from passions kiss!
I damn my own soul in payment for the caress of your own, I cast aside morality and
virtue, to Just once touch your fire, to dance in the flame that is you!
Torture holds no fear to me, torment an ally that allows me to finally feel something,
denied in This mortal realm!
My tears are not the water of weakness, they flow from the rivers of belief, I embrace the
salt in My wounds!
If love hurts, Jealousy burns and possession repels then feed me, I do not belong to the
land of the pure!
I know the truth and it was born of pain, give to me your vengeance, that I may finally
arise from The ashes!
Supplicant I kneel before you, set free this wind that my fire may grow!
This is all I ask of you!
Categories:
repels, passionmay, me,
Form:
Free verse
What is this “me within me”?
Mute masquerade?
Immortality of a self,
A puff of worthless air,
Or feelings so pure?
Can I bear wings
And an angelic creature be
To soar away
Into the screaming wind
Where no one can find me?
Shall I in my ignorance
Play lip service to gods unknown?
A fancy-dress life
Where questions are left unanswered,
Camouflage realization
Obfuscate the truth,
Sigh a metaphysical inquiry
Or embark on a voyage of discovery?
Yes I can fly amongst the clouds,
A ray of sunlight breaks through dark clouds.
Your name emanates from my lips.
Your glow repels all ugly shadows.
I bow my naked head in shame
That this miserable me dared forget You.
Echoes utter beloved vibrations,
Celestial music softly penetrate my soul,
Your presence almost too much to bear.
Once more I feel alive,
Reconciled to Your divine mercy.
Emotions spread far and deep in my veins,
Oh, to feel the warmth and comfort
As I bless Your sacred name.
The “me in me” is complex true,
Shame, vice but tenderness too.
I strive to cleanse the “me in me”
I feel Your hand stretched out to me,
Dispelling anger and pride
Kindly substituting them with grace.
Together we shall walk again.
Categories:
repels, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
When the gut says no; know that it’s forbidden
When heart repels the idea is forbidden
When mind think bad it is indeed forbidden!
When eyes look with hatred it is forbidden
When ears hears wrongs it is forbidden
When ways become to forbid one
Forbid the evil that tempts your innocents
Drift from the darkness that follows your shadow
Forbidden is the soul that plans nothing but evil
Get rid of the weeds that cripple your seeds
Stumble the block that rumble your rock
Bid to twist the bitterness into better
Forbid to be bedridden before you get ridden
Get rid when it last to let you lust
Forbid when it posses you and make you obsessed
Forbidden is the goal that aims nothing but hole
Forbid friends that frame your failure
Delete the deeds of those who deal with your defeat
Abide on your bid to forbid their beard
Reboot to release the strength to forbid the failure
Abort the abnormals to assess their assets
Research and rehearse before you react
Repent to repatriate their repel
But never regret to regulate their replay
Their bid is to beat you in your own game
Hence bid to forbid their forbidden bid
Best business needs the bold bid that bet the rest
Wrap and wrestle their wreck and leave them wrecked
Believe that a bit of bid that they get can get rid of your reach and forbid you to abide but leave you to abstain
From the best bid you are about to obtain
Be obliged to your objective to get rid of the obstacles
That forbids you to obstruct your oppressors
Don’t omit to offer your official bid that beat the beast
That bullies your battle
Bold on to build the gold that hold all the folk in a fold
Until they mould to mourn their forbidden moves
Remain content to your bid just to lift yourself a bit
And see the rest getting forbidden to face you!
Categories:
repels, anti bullying, art, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
It beats, It flutters
Its strong, Its weak
It bleeds, It heals
It hungers, It feasts
It breaks, It mends
It suffers, It flourishes
Its warm, Its cold
It makes a stand, It shies away
Its hopeful, Its hopeless
It desires, It repels
It takes, It gives
Boundless or bound
Free or held down
The human spirit beats with a life whether known or unknown...
Categories:
repels, imagination, life,
Form:
Free verse
One moment the sun is beaming, next second storms upon you.
One moment bells are jingling, next minute they don’t ring true.
One moment you’re a king, now merely just a peasant.
Don’t blink for in that moment you move past the present’s presence.
Don’t fall asleep while at the helm, wake to find a different realm.
You fell in slumber under spell, for granted you took the water well.
Now you thirst, you’re just a shell, far worse off if you can’t tell.
Cling to love, even that repels; you blink and found it vanished.
Moments turn to memoirs, no stones or mountains unturned.
When you decide to make it right, might find that bridge is burned.
Imagine living life, thinking your cards could never fold?
Dealer’s waiting with a hand that could turn volcano’s cold.
Categories:
repels, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Woman, you are most beautiful within you.
When you show wisdom that is treasured in your heart.
When you proclaim the truth to save lives.
When you give with compassion.
When you open your heart and consider those in need.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your soft voice.
When you give gentle answers that repels anger,
And say the right words that give comfort.
When your tongue gives wisdom and good advice.
When your voice sings to comfort the downtrodden and entertain the fun lovers.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your gentle touch.
When you heal and close the open wounds.
When you softly pat our backs with comfort or to congratulate us.
When you multi task at home and out to produce warmth and creativity.
When you sway your hands to direct the lost and persuade the confused.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your distinct sense of smell.
When you choose the right spices to cook a good meal.
When you pick the correct fragrances for specific occasions.
In the garden, when you pick the best flowers to brighten our lives.
When you are able to smell trouble, wickedness and avoid it.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your wise foresight.
When you are able to predict events to come.
When you see unique things and make the right choice.
When your eyes are able to pierce through the hard hearts.
When your eyes smile with love and exude light amidst darkness.
Woman, you are most beautiful when you lend an ear.
When you patiently listen to the frustrations of others, and
When you understand and are able to give good advice.
When you listen to God’s guidance and act accordingly.
When you hear the cry of the needy and offert your help.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your delicate stride.
When you pave the way for others to walk.
When you step out in fashion and set trends.
When you walk with pride amidst the battle.
When your footsteps echoes and set an example.
Woman, you are beautiful
Categories:
repels, dedication, devotion, for her,
Form:
List