Best Rescinded Poems
A shattered heart; tears spilling like rain
No one would ignite the flames of my desire
To this, I swore an oath to never love again
until the kiss of a friend, kindled in me a fire
His touch was not expected, but felt so right
He quoted poems of Byron and then his own
Poetry 'neath the stars, I fell in love that night
I gave myself eagerly; my heart did condone
We walked along the shore, clasping our hands
He pulled me close, then we began to explore
A time of awakening was not among my plans
I quivered in his arms, wanting so much more
My oath was then rescinded, but I'm not at fault
I'll blame it on the moon, the glimmer of stars,
and passionate kisses that unlocked the vault
to rid my wounded heart of its jagged scars
~ Inspired by Katie Melua's 'I'll Blame it on the Moon,'
written by Mike Batt.
Categories:
rescinded, feelings, romantic love,
Form:
Romanticism
I'd bloomed from the warm glow in his eyes.
He had been my sunlight when darkness loomed.
His arms protected me, for he was my safe haven,
but too soon, the light faded from his hazel eyes,
and his voice, a gasp when drawing a breath.
His life was pilfered by Death, the morbid thief.
Stolen from us were Utopian days of splendor.
The painful loss is a burden I must endure,
uncertain of how I will face tomorrow alone.
I wept in silence until the bronzed edge of twilight
chased prisms of light from pastel skies.
A shroud of gloom veiled the wound in my heart
as I felt the gatekeeper gently touch my arm.
Layers of cold black earth now separated us.
I still held the red rose I'd brought for his coffin.
Streaks of tears washed blush from my cheeks,
while I shivered in fear without his hand to hold.
I was years older since morning had dawned,
wilting like the spray of lilies, heads drooping.
They were withered and dying, their beauty lost.
Once vibrant and sweet, their fragrance fading,
they lie on a grave for which they were grown.
On alabaster marble, my finger traced his name,
wishing love's affliction could somehow be rescinded.
I was at the impasse where life and death collide.
I stood, but left my crushed red rose on the chair,
for unable was I to whisper 'goodbye.'
February 5, 2021
Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
rescinded, death, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
The Final Vow
When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .
Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.
My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.
As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976
Categories:
rescinded, art, change, deep, forgiveness,
Form:
Sonnet
May life bless you with real freedom,
Keep enjoyment as your place,
May you find your own confidence,
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded,
By real love in your eyes.
May you receive more than you give,
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.
May you always uphold justice,
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests,
And its unsettled times sometimes;
May you do what’s right no problem,
Not questioning the strain,
Nor grumbling about the consequences,
Of morality’s devoted love train.
May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered;
May you testify to fact and truth,
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology,
To dictatorial governments overthrow.
May you respect others in esteem,
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand,
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours,
Which ramify the other unstudied,
By embracing love and laughter,
As whispers of grace embodied.
May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories,
That history upon which you cannot glance;
May you always speak your mind,
To make rationality your guide,
And in dignity confide and correct,
To let the delinquent within you abide.
May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted,
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution,
And may you prevail generally as a good person,
Bringing light where there’s intrusion.
Categories:
rescinded, business, care, character, courage,
Form:
Quatrain
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
Categories:
rescinded, allegory, assonance, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
Lone Wolf” Written by John Moses Freeman
A lone wolf far from the pack of his concern, entertains by flute in hopes of an appearance from Great White Father. Many moon have passed and no sacred white buffalo have been seen or heard of by himself or any of the other members of the tribe. It is always a bad omen to go for so many moons without a sacred appearance of a single white buffalo. Separating himself from the rest of the tribe eliminates the possibility of any bad medicine of unsacred mistakes that might have possibly been made by any of the other braves. Fasting for days Lone Wolf rescinds the weaker part of his soul, giving over to the spirit world. That he might be worthy of the divine appearing presence of the Great White Father. Should the Great White Father decided to divinely grant this mortal His holy appearance from inside the spirit world. Lone Wolf's proof of worthiness is his abstaining from food until his unworthy fleshly senses have rescinded; into the lower depths of darkness of the soul and obliged Lone Wolf’s sacred sense, giving over to the authority of the spirit of his stronger essence.
The nature of the trees of the woods, the air, the water, the sun of day and the moon of night are the image of the lesser senses that must be respected, for they are given to the lesser man’s needs in the lesser world as shelter and food. But today Lone Wolf plays his flute for the purpose of entertaining a presence of the Great White Father of mother earth. He will fast and play until his inner essence becomes one with the essence of creation! By this divinely granted appearance he will receive spiritual council and rectify his tribe with good medicine and receive new direction correcting the bad omen. The white buffalo will appear in the herd again!
For and in Honor of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet
And Contest: Tell HIS Story
Categories:
rescinded, allegoryfather, father, giving, moon,
Form:
Narrative
Our great Balboa has left the hillock bare
And two waters converge in evening mist
Where from our vision he made us stare
As the divided dimensions rose and kiss
So sleep the sailor, so sleep the caravel
So sleep great Balboa, toll, toll your knell.
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
The navy man has taken his golden wings
On glinted them against the silvery dusk
The eagle rising fro the earth sweetly sings
On dust-rock horizon where triumphs husk
The veil that cover human tears and fears
With tragedy that all mass and matter wears
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
So Balboa, remember your craft on one engine
The sound barrier rescinded, brings you to earth
The grave has no remembering, O the final spin
That undo all dream of birth! fair Deist now inert
Shall only watching moon alert us of this memory
The great walk that expanded the edge of history?
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
Conquistador of the modern world, great sailor
What tribes did you subjugate beyond Korea, tell
What corn you planted, what gold in your valor,
What new dominions now your great spirit swell?
I hear Darien laughing in the silence of the moon
I see the caparisoned horse, and the taps balloon
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and fo hubris
They come, they come, stolid mourners slowly
The riderless horse ignorant you are gone, gone
Forever, grief bowed us, and pride lingers greatly
Thanking you for gyral cycle of an ambitious dawn.
But Balboa do you hear them, can you see tears
Can you reverse the plunder of the vernal years?
A sprig of spring is all autumn's surprise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris
Categories:
rescinded, death, tribute, children, children,
Form:
Elegy
Lady Godiva wasn't trying to be cute
When she went for that ride in her birthday suit.
It was her husband's taxes she protested,
All butt naked and bare-breasted,
She only did as he'd suggested, so any argument was moot.
The townsfolk of Coventry were warned not to peek,
And no lecherous looks at the lady to seek.
But one sneak did succumb,
Later called "Peeping Tom",
And was struck blind and dumb 'cause his morals were weak.
When Lady G. returned home, she re-braided her tresses,
Re-robed and prepared for her hubby's redresses.
But he didn't rebuke her for going out starkers
Or for publicly displaying bush, bum, and knockers,
And, though truly chagrined, he rescinded his taxation excesses.
Categories:
rescinded, history, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
AN INDIAN SHIVER
I really don’t know why she took it back
The lady lent me that which I now lack
Some men can abide losing such a prize
And to me loss, of course, is never a surprise
The lady loaned me life’s sweetest gift
Before we fell out of sorts due to a rift
It was a chasm I could not climb out of
And a cloud of cruelty I could not rise above
The woman imparted a large part of her heart
Until she rescinded a most pertinent part
She shared and bared her beauty but only for a little while
A fragmentary moment that was the function of her smile
The lady segmented my spirit seriously with her goodbye
She sliced my body with a disproportionate portion of a lie
What it amounted to was counted in the number of my tears
And now what she once lent me is tragically in arrears
I was a beggar who was never choosy in any way
And when I accepted her contribution it was a most wondrous day
She donated and denoted something that filled a huge empty hole
And now I have but a sorrowful souvenir to remind me of her soul
© 2013…..~free cee!~ Copyright PHREEPOETREE
Categories:
rescinded, angst, me, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Another Possible Poem of the Day
or A Tattooed Feud
Had been a boisterous big battle brewing
What body part is perfect place for tattooing?
Could be on my behind or maybe back?
Where it would be less offensive and not detract.
Might be with much alarm all around my arm
Can be delicately drawn with much charm
Where only tattoos try and want to persist
Each time I turn over they are on each wrist.
My poor exposed posture is in plain view
So maybe tattoos if there were quite a few
In straight line on back of my neck
My monotonous posture they may correct.
Then those who are members of high societies
Have tattoos right behind both bony knees
When knees don't happen to be fully extended
Each view of tattoo will be fully rescinded.
Grant you know poetry people become unglued
So on each check of face you can find tattooed
On left is a donkey and on right an elephant
Voting split ticket all of this may have meant.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Interesting thought of the day. Suppose my poem
is a poem of the day for one day out of 30 days in
a month. It was 55th in popularity out of 100 poems
for that month. Shouldn't my poem, at least, been
in the top 30? Just something to think about.
Categories:
rescinded, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Couplet
In the span of a moment
A word of caution
Destiny alters
Those fragile components
In a moment a seed
Comes forth to fruition
Or it dies with no one to grieve
No pause nor slight intermission
In the span of a moment
Fate awakens
Mysteries that seemed unimportant
Ones that had rested perfectly dormant
In the grand scheme of life
Those moments seem trivial
A roll of the dice
But they are really indivisible
For the human condition
Is fragile at best
On guard to vague contradiction
In the constant it heeds it's rest
In a moment you can catch
The gleam of an eye
A flash of anger subdued
Or a clarity replaced by confused
The tiniest speck of time
To a life interrupted
Forever can find
A heart too corrupted
To trust in another
Or even ones self
Much more when those moments
Cluster and swell
In an instant your eyes
Can behold perfection
In the passing of time
Reveals a cruel deception
Moment by moment
We fall or we stand
Trying to control every component
Its like holding sand castles with only your hands
Yesterday everything seemed perfectly right
Today my love, he went away
Like ocean waves when tides crest high
The mornings new landscape gives way
I cry with every forsaken moment
The moments by my side he's not here
I've already endured the many moments
All those that turned into years
At times I want to go back
To what was before I met him
The level of empty contained in the past
Was fuller than his presence rescinded
There is no exaggeration
That without him I cannot breathe
In this lies the danger
When he became the fabric of me
My true love I gave only
to one other this way
He held it long after he passed away
In truth it paled if portrayed
In moments such as these
I want to scream
No matter to whom be displeased
Cross valley and mountain it's rivers and streams
How long my darling
how many more moments
For something so right
To feel so wrong so alone
For what is lonelier
Than a moment alone
A timepiece which knows no hour
In the span of a moment unknown
Me
Categories:
rescinded, absence, depression, emotions, fear,
Form:
Quatrain
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
A smoldering heat has descended,
Humidity so high I think I shall die
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
Electricity is now in short supply,
And, overuse of water is rescinded
Under this brilliant clear blue sky,
A smoldering heat has descended.
Written June 16, 2022
Categories:
rescinded, summer, weather,
Form:
Triolet
The dilemma of decisions,
Torn betwixt sentimentality and objectivity,
A humane demeanour whilst horns locked with adversity,
Criticism diluted with kindness,
Justice tempered with mercy,
Verdicts pronounced on truth as against fact,
Judgements made from emotion rather than intellect,
Thoughts initiated from the heart not the brain,
Profits measured by fulfilment not figures,
Smiles accepted as legal tender,
Responsibility overshadowing duty,
Negative bank balances coexisting with positive outlooks,
Sustained by intangible gains,
Rules and regulations non-existent,
Laws and decrees abolished,
Constitutions rescinded,
Order maintained by one command,
Decisions reached by one consideration,
Love.
Categories:
rescinded, freedom, society,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Burden of proof lies squarely on the accused’s name;
The filer can exaggerate and overstate any imagined claim.
In Minnesota, Judges are forced to approve nearly every filing,
Driven by social movements and organizations beguiling.
Oft approved ex parte, temporarily, a future hearing scheduled,
This scorch the earth weapon, leaves most divorce issues settled.
Children are torn from their nuclear parent’s loving arms,
Under the malevolent guise they are protected from atomic harms.
Homes change hands before the ink dries on an order penned,
Leaving the respondent in the streets on their sore hind-end.
Given ten minutes under a Sherriff deputy’s mindful and glaring guard,
One can enter the house to take an armful never to return to the yard.
Future proceedings can take many months and in some cases years,
Simple items forgotten will not be given until the MTA clears.
Falsely accused, you’d think it would not ever get worse,
Until one discovers the plaintiff also firmly grasps strings on the purse.
Given days to mastermind and execute the unfolding of events,
The accuser never looks back considering recompense.
The use of OFP’s in divorce is not only legal,
Attorneys are even encouraged to inveigle.
No laws exist to punish use outside of the scope of legality,
Lawyers readily encourage the OFP’s use as a simple formality.
Even when the order is rescinded or released upon first hearing,
The status quo has been set in favor of the plaintiff endearing.
The state says they would like to minimize conflict in divorce,
Out of fear for real abuse victims they simply will not change course.
But, the moral of “The Boy Who Cries Wolf” ends in his grisly death.
Protect real victims, punish the abuse of the OFP use and breadth.
Categories:
rescinded, abuse, divorce, evil, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I finally got my job being outside with mother nature
but my distractions put too many folks lives in danger
while sneezing and wheezing I'd hear a sudden "help!"
folks being chased by a moose or bear with a yelp
So my boss and I talked about the job issues
him telling me it has a lot to do with your tissues
I'm letting you go but it's your allergies I'll wager
making you not cut out to be a heroic forest ranger!
2-18-18
Categories:
rescinded, humor, work,
Form:
Light Verse