Best Simmers Poems
Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
her fiery scars pound against her sanity
struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
staring at her shattered reflections.
Her shades of red, they haven't seen--
tender shrieks buried under forced arms,
blurred visions of screaming tyranny.
A trampled magnolia, she is a woman in chains
rotting in her Carmen of morose ember.
Oh woman! You embrace scars with dignity,
ethereal flow of progeny in your hands,
your banished desires in shriveled ages
survive in spiral cobwebs of festered veins.
Her miserable existence in labyrinths--
she simmers courage in dried paranoia,
a streak of red blood, no longer she'd fear.
A goddess flickering amber lamps of hope
her essence flows through mankind.
Oh woman! Feel the celestial powers
preserved in your gracious bosom,
your afflicted pain nurtures patience
strong enough to bend heavenly tides.
A wounded Athena, a trampled magnolia
A rotting Carmen, a goddess she is..
The woman in chains pours forgiveness
filling oceans from azure exuberance,
her selfless heart of mellowed love
permeates Satan's abode with virtue.
The woman in chains wears sacrifice,
her gossamer veil embraces men's follies,
she carries the elixir of compassion,
ripples of hopes for scarred souls.
Oh woman! They oppress you in madness,
to your sanctity they bow in agitation,
the woman they know, the goddess they don't,
until you dust your timeless wings to fly again.
Categories:
simmers, analogy, courage, hope, women,
Form:
Free verse
The perfection of your lips, they leave me not..
I have traced them a thousand times..
With closed eyes, my empty hands have caressed the curves of your silken shore..
I have lost self within the dark pools of your haunting eyes..
Want fills the vessel of I..
Your scent, that sweet fragrance of desire, filling my mind in fever..
On tongue tip simmers your nectar, fulfilling..
Two breaths as one, our bodies the same..
Wetness and warmth, swallowing stone...
I have drowned within you..
Your soft petals covering..
Drawing forth the rising of man..
Wrapped in your hunger..
I am afloat, in the soft veil of the night....TAH
Categories:
simmers, desire, passion, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Verse 1:
Floating in deep blue oceans
my dreams struggle to reap
I am haunted by gloomy strums
echoing in my broken sleep
Verse 2:
Burning shadows rage in hollows
wailing to the darkness of night
my heart pierced by blazing agony
Oh! My eyes look for a light
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems too weak
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
Verse 3:
Nightmares of buried doubts
chilling the marrow in bones
smoke rises to shape silence
falling in water like stones
Verse 4:
Unfolding vermilion scars of past
pulled me down all these years
I've learnt to drown with them
borders beyond my dry tears
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems too weak
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
Bridge:
Hope it is that lights my path
Hope it was that led my journey
Hope it will be that stays again
tearing dark clouds till eternity
to unleash a silver lining I believe
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems weak
(fading fears melt in gleaming hopes)
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
(black clouds fade in silver streak)
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
(hope simmers to reach a blessed peak)
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
(my hope is a gleaming silver streak)
my hope is a gleaming silver streak...
(Until chorus fades)
July 14, 2020
A song of hope Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
simmers, analogy, courage, hope, song,
Form:
Lyric
Beautiful Disaster
There she is
Silhouette in the night
Lights glimmer, as fame simmers
She is all of my desires
She is all of my fires
Here I am wet
Flooded with pain
There she is dry
As a desert rain
Her beauty rouge bleeding into my soul
I wash my hands
I wash my meaningless life
Of sins and woes
Alcohol in the sails
As I fade to seas far away
She at my feet
Singing her lovers lullaby
Me in the wind
Of sadness’s despair
The air soon to confess a sin
All my life, no lover in the morning bed
No future for a chance to wed
There she is now so devoted
Yet here we both are so bloated
Throats cut and floating
On a rivers dream
Categories:
simmers, analogy, art, gothic, murder,
Form:
Verse
Somewhere between our song, he is there
like a delicacy on my tongue;
on my fingertips he burns
the silence on my eyelids,
and even the pang that he leaves
is a blaze in itself.
And what is compelling
about the maleness of this star
is how his glance can still reach me
in circles of adagio movements
even when he is not around.
As fast as speeding thought,
he rules over me…
sending a thousand revolving wings
to shade me from the sun,
fountains to wash me away…
then i am gone, done
into the rhapsody of his arms.
And even the pang that he leaves
is a fire in itself
that simmers like oil in me…
till the falling of another evening,
when once again he takes his laughter
in my sky to flare in my heart
like a night keeper rising an octave
of love’s syncopated heaves,
trailing one beat ahead of me.
Favorite Love Poem Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
simmers, emotions, how i feel,
Form:
Light Verse
Late at night
not a sound
to disturb
Meditating thoughts
form reality
in a nutshell
Rain simmers
after snowy day
ice jungle
Joys of life
transverse spheres
of peace
Writing poems
is my therapy
from existence
Thoughts of loved ones
break the panes
of serenity
Who knows
what is at next curve
of road
Sipping beers
exhaustion relieved
with a grin
Not enough time
to fulfill desires
driven by Fate
Categories:
simmers, life, poetry, word play,
Form:
Haiku
Oh moon, so full, so dearly
bright, You are the light
of lovers; misty glow of night,
Dimmer than sun, his subordinate
reflection, yet remains he jealous
despite; for even death, cannot silence
love’s forever brilliance, vows
trans-versing ages--the grave a
mere cycling phase…each new face
a hopeful countenance—and all
passing through such shadows
are coated, in-spite of the daze,
with a gleaming, rapturous
glaze….
Oh Moon, your insight, unlike
all others—though depressed
in curfews of darkness--appealing
dread silence I call through the
thickness, while treading deep
echoes of night—where does a
heart sail when one beat cruelly
sunk--leaving the other, fond memory,
but little choice than to float
their dreams one alone...?
Till the fog once again lifted, and
awakened by her lips, love’s promise;
is not life so preciously gifted, to
we unworthy yet treasured by God?
Only you, Moon, see clearly our
heartaches; and the matchless pain
when summarily parted--our seasons
so like your own, cold and warmth,
dim halos and beaming glows--as
onto occasions light simmers...to again
lustrously grow. For humans--our
hearts free symphonies a-flutter—soul’s
mortal vehicle the spirit only intimately
knows; let no sadness sow doubt to
drown us, affirming for love
that love eternally flows….
Categories:
simmers, heart, heartbreak, loneliness, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs a royal feast
Flank minced for spaghetti bolognese
Gullet chopped into stock pot simmers
Hanging meat swings as the butcher works
Icy still from the blast chiller
Juicy steaks thickly cut are parcelled up
Kebabs skewered, placed on display
Loin of beef neatly lined up
Minced steak patties for burgers
Neck used in both stock pot and stew
Offal set aside for pate and pies
Perfectly roasted beef ready to carve
Quick flash fry of rib eye seals in juices
Rump not too trimmed dribbles on grill
Sirloin anointed by a king sizzling
Tongue gently braised in gravy or stock
Utensils casting shadows on the wall
Venison from red deer's makes tasty things
Wing rib rubbed with hot spices waits
Xhosa cattle graze in pastures green
Yellowed meats set aside for soup
Zibeline hides scrapped and cured, nailed up
8/27/2015
contest Any Poem written in August
Categories:
simmers, food,
Form:
Abecedarian
Roots of memory battered by erosion
a tempest that edits thought
Aunt Em fears "stupidity's spread"
her words for Alzheimer's
she sometimes babbles like a baby blowing bubbles
She knows her husband's philandering
His escape from gibberish accusations
His exit door, unashamed
"Can you just shut up for once!"
His words that hammer the air
That throb through her thoughts
My Aunt Em
unbracketed
depression that marinates
that simmers in disillusion
The delicacy of her mind
string tied balloon
that drifts away in night
to what's imagined and unseen
breaching all her walls
detachment's silent
branching
Poem composed: June 1, 2021
Contest: Open Poetry (5)
Sponsor; Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
simmers, anger, betrayal, conflict, leaving,
Form:
Free verse
Eroticism -
a supple spine in a wanting curve
and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat—
temptation is an aphrodisiac
and guilt— a red kite lost in a hot hurricane
a strand of blue moonstones plunge to titillate
illicit points of contact caught by starlight
restless yin-nerve-endings take an edgy stance—
primal presence pearls beneath parted flimsy fabric
ah.. gossamer chic taken and tossed by windy hands
freeing moons and earth captured in your orbit
golden hair a dirty tangle flies— streamers
of infidelity seized in someone else’s hands
heat-seeking rhythm throbs within walls
a slappin’ poppin’ bass line frenzy
our bodies wild like a warehouse rave
a driving beat hugging hips caught in a fishnet shimmy
high on oxytocin and fizz of affaire du jour—
unbridled breakers breaking vows in a whipped up gale
as hedonistic hot spots revel in unrestrained spindrift
.. it’s a jungle for conjugal love ..
volcanic ash streaks a feral romance
carnal cat (a hungry stippled stray)
pins me down like prey in a dopamine storm
where edges rendezvous soft and hard and fuse
a silhouette of geometry body-painted in black sands
as the surge uncurls the waves—
dreamscape escape on a slick onyx sheet
nakedness blurs in the rough charcoal smudge
shapes shaded with a roll on the rim of a graphite night
the art of cheating sins stain a seedy portrait on skin
yet basks in the moonbeam’s push into the pulse
without mercy or justification—
just unadulterated
adulterated
euphoria!
Categories:
simmers, beach, betrayal, desire, lust,
Form:
Free verse
~ Those days of prime 'neath skies of apple wine,
transformed infatuation into hope,
while nights of Spring, beneath the stars divine,
inspired two vernal lovers to elope.
When fervor waned and solstice peaked the sky,
those days were singed and weathered in the broil.
Their days of Spring soon seared and withered dry
as ruddy skies were bleached in Summer's boil.
But as the fervid pace began to slow
and swelter chilled beneath an Autumn glaze,
their golden embers kindled to a glow
as tempered hearts redeemed their youthful ways.
The rage of Summer simmers to a hush
when Autumn paints the sky a golden blush.
6-15-22
Categories:
simmers, allusion, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
when the coolness of spring
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.
the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed themselves off one by one
exposing the bare branches,
ahoy!! soon thereafter
the nature’s miracle can be witnessed,
if one looks at the bare dry branches
a bit more closely.
suddenly they seem to be covered
with growing tender green leaf-shoots ‘n buds,
and slowly begin to swing
in the gentle breeze like coy maidens,
taking cover behind each other
they nervously glance around to check,
they have not been seen naked
in their act of changing their attire
by any stranger.
when the flower-laden branches
of mango and other fruit trees
gently dance in the air,
to sweet notes of the cuckoo’s song
attracting butterflies ‘n insects
to their flowers,
and what a surprise to see
not so long after
the sudden evolution of flowers
into small unripe green fruits,
which promise to become
sweet ‘n juicy
in the growing heat of
the engulfing summer.
the morning cool and gentle breeze
rapidly starts to convert itself into,
a hot, biting, dry, strong westerly wind
as the sun simmers
agonizingly close ‘n longer,
everyone gets nature’s signal
to search for shade and cool greens
for solace, before the heat saps up
whatever energy is left in the living beings.
27.5.2014
Categories:
simmers, summer, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Holding head down he simmers in anguish
Scribbling restless shapes in red crayon
Concealing bitterness of a child forlorn.
At a tender young age he knows of divorce
Custody battles, and the pointed fingers
Of angry gestures condemning each other.
Any moment now they'll open the door
Pretending like there is love in the air.
He dashes towards her, gripping angst
Hearing Dad's words: "Say goodbye to Mom"
Hugging her tightly, tears rolling down,
Reddened eyes now piercing her sight
Wanting to ask if she understands why
He doesn't color anymore inside the lines,
As a smile uplifts from the depth of her eyes.
October 14, 2018
Categories:
simmers, angst, child, divorce, parents,
Form:
Free verse
Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire.
Laundry hangin’ on the line.
Bible open to the Book of Job.
Backyard thick with prickly pine.
Jacket pocket full of Red Man dip.
Work boots laced with leather thongs.
Wedding portrait on the mantel piece.
Shotgun right where it belongs.
Kettle simmers on a cast iron stove.
Faucet’s drippin’ in the sink.
Matchbook underneath the table leg,
Teacup teeters on the brink.
Cobwebs draped across a window screen.
Horseshoe nailed above a door.
Things calmed down some since the weather broke.
Same sad silence as before.
Ma’s been servin’ up the buttermilk,
Boiled potatoes in a bowl.
Pa starts eatin’ while she’s sayin’ grace.
Lets her worry ‘bout his soul.
Man might say he be a slave to love.
Women make the same complaint.
Neither really know the meaning of
What it is and what it ain’t.
Categories:
simmers, allegory, marriage,
Form:
Lyric
It cowers in the corner,
newly born.
I turn my spite-soaked back,
riddled with resentment
and pull the thin veil
to sink beneath its cover.
I will not watch it crawl,
but it breathes,
a shadow
at the edge of my own
threatening to merge.
It waits, as I do
for nothing
while I ignore its cries
and mine.
And I turn to stone
silently refusing
the darkness at my feet.
~
It screams
a piercing shrill
that grips my core.
It pokes and presses
every bruise,
clawing at my skin
with high-pitched scratches.
Enraged, I seize it.
A thunderous wrath
echoes within,
bubbling from the chambers
of my worn-out heart.
Relentless waves
crash with intent
to swallow
as a storm
unleashes its fury.
~
Fear consumes,
as the burning truth
nears the brink.
Boiling rage simmers
to a helpless desperation.
I plead for a reprieve,
a momentary pause
in overwhelming anguish.
My offers fly free;
promises,
compromises…
myself.
Left waiting,
tossing pennies
into an overflowing well,
only to watch
my wishes spill.
~
Rain cascades
from hollow black eyes,
as its touch
pierces my chest.
And,
the dam
breaks…
flooding the space
with the pent-up poison
that's been swelling within.
I swap my veil
for a heavy blanket
of fog
as hope is smothered.
Color dulls to gray,
and I surrender
to the haze.
~
It holds me
in its growing arms,
and strokes my dampened hair,
whispering comfort
as if to apologize
for its very existence.
It is mine,
born of a final breath
to dwell in my shadow,
and thrive inside a void.
I tend to it
as it tends to me,
embracing what remains,
just a fragment
of that final breath
to hold inside my lungs.
And I succumb
to its rise
from the isolated corner
as it walks beside me,
fully grown.
Categories:
simmers, anger, death, depression, sister,
Form:
Personification