Best Simper Poems
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiselled by night's harsh breath.
Collaboration with Sandra Adams
Silent One
20 October 2019
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiseled by night's harsh breath.
A collaboration with Silent One
Hell belches out more black-hearted ballads
than the accord of heaven that releases
only the innocent and wafting
lofty dreamings of a population
unversed in the ways of emotion.
They simper and insipidly bow and release
delicate praises to the air as perfume... oh joyful
white roses. Sweetly sing with your monotonous harpischords.
Not we.
We are the fire in the blackest midnight...
the mud that births monsoons of a terrible beauty.
We tremble lest our own fire overtake us, we are the torrents
that pain your face with every gleefull beat.
We are the dreamers of dreams.
We are lovers, burning holes in sheets of purity and
invincible morality... we scream and shiver to our toes...
oh haunting electricity.
We are intense anger... the fury of emperors untold...
we shatter our enemies into the oblivion they beg for mercy
fists bulging, contorted eyes stinging from the battle.
We are howls of bitter triumph, the sweet partakers of the
lost cause. We are brazen to the thought.
We are the aroma of sadness that arises from the blackest pit,
we are the oppression that snuffs out the candle.
We praise from the very depths of our cavernous abyss
our own masochistic knowledge... the fiery knowledge that burns us
as we consume ourselves.
Singular and thus finite
begins the spiral's spinning plight
of eminent foretold collision
love commences in a vision
Unbeknownst before the time
an effigy that burns the mind
now filters clear, emotions raw,
the present image striking awe
Eyes and hair on perfect face
with pouted mouth, the heart doth race
into the thoughts, how to proceed?
laggardly? ...with godly speed?
Clumsily one gathers poise
do thine drums work? there is no noise
at the point, this cosmic stead
a vocal soul must forge ahead
Words abashed but striking through
perceived by them, return to you
is that a chorus sounding there?
without belief just simper stare
Lives become one single strand
as two entangle by the hand
joy begins to warmly swell
for fate's occasion, two hearts fell
Night skies bend through fading light
spectrum hints of prodigy pale might
restless moons hold her penchant still
burning up in an ever aching sky till
Forehead to forehead wonderments lie
stargazes trapped among cinnamon eyes
dance naked amid sensual tips of desire
fires fed stoked gasped airs spilling higher
Hush the night roam in fantasy fields
foreign found objects of affection yield
faint scratches the surface silently burns
affected simper rest transient intentions yearn
Written: August 26, 2026
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When I lose this lantern, let no mournful cry,
Nor grief-clad wail lament the soul set free;
My ribs release the breath that sought the sky,
And clay-bound chains shall fall away from me.
For I will be free
I am the fire no fetter ever held, or simper crept
The wing that soared beyond the walls that wept;
The dark was shallow, and the veil was frail—
I cast the husk; the cage is empty, pale.
For I will be free
I walk the path that heaven laid for me,
No seam, no parting—only light and grace;
Let not clay-born mourn my flight to foresee,
For dawn awaits beyond this darkened place.
For I will be free
So let no tolling bell or dirge proclaim,
I pass unbarred beyond the body frame;
The body was but a guest; I am the flame,
And dawn unseals the urn, beyond all name.
For I will be free
Don't cry for the heavenly wing or the clay.
I am the light that outlives the fading day;
Grieve not prison; let the soul that lives rise,
The soul lives on; only the husk dies;
For I will be free
Ask no door or tomb to stop my flight,
From dusk to eternity, I am free in light.
‘I rant until i tattle.’
An old man said to me.
With boulders brass in battle
For Country, Queen and sea.
Lest not aghast a fattie,
Good heavens or abode.
We cannot simper- EVER!
For mighty frog or toad.
My clumbus, brood and brattice
Have left and faded dim,
Yet i shall stay with Stumpy
For clopper, clop and Jim.
Discounting Morris Upskate,
A ginger by default.
He keeps us musing nicely
For peace and calm revolt.
Take up thy stripy cornflake
And all who sail within,
And use the little peabus
For losing, draw or win.
And with a hanson blackie,
We clubber what we sow,
Go barphing like a windmill,
For friends we do not know.
Simper Fi
Lest We Forget
Written: by Tom Wright
12/15-04
Our soldiers lie not hidden in foreign soil
Forgotten, to lie alone throughout the ages.
For we dare not forget the cause or toil
Of those lives curtailed by numberless pages.
Defenders all, of a freedom we hold unfailing
O how it seems that during war, time does lag.
A rifle salute, a folded flag, a mothers wailing
Await those heroes returning in a body bag.
And those, the living, harbor no resentment
Having lived this tragic event and surviving.
In life, forever seeking just to find contentment
Leaving Iraq so changed, from their arriving.
Since time began Freedom hasn’t existed
Where willing combatants stood not in the gap.
True peace will never come, but be resisted
For evil is the cornerstone of Satan’s trap.
Caught by the seduction of Crimson and Ivory
The mind goes blank by the sight of ebony garment
Majestic eyes and a simper brings grace, like a gem
A scarlet corpus is a captivating view
I can picture her aesthetic blowing through the air, as a complimenting light highlights her skin
Such a riveting maiden of Caprice sunny lust
This is Avina Netu's spell
What a lovely woman, with a lovely view
Plenty of beauty to go around
Ecstatic screams feeds combusting fantasies
In a vivid trance imagery of anatomy
Enjoying her glamorous liberation through the screen
She is on my mind, becoming twisted and blank
I'm jealous of every man who received a piece of bliss
She looks like she taste so sweet, a dancing main attraction
This is Avina Netu's spell
She struts her stuff, now my love is turned on
Scenarios run through my perverted mind
Sipping on red wine, voices whisper I want all your time
In a room of lavish feeling the body of my sexualized dream, enjoying the feast of euphoria
On this night all kinks shall be realized
I'm in spite when I return to reality
This is Avina Netu's spell
She makes me lose my mind, she makes me want more, I never knew a woman can be so addicting
This is Avina Netu's spell
Let me hear your voice, let me see your body once more
I don't know you but it comforts me
The wind moves us
Even if accidentally or unwillingly
I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst
I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell
When others spell out life by computer chips
I am the antediluvian agency
I occasionally get mobile via bivalves
Or tricuspid consistency
Only
Due to my mammalian genetics
As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss
Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air
Now the trees sing in a special aria
I love your face
It's ridiculous with all its perfections
And
You simper
At the thought of this
Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably
Around the edges
I join in when possible
Landscapes reheat me to the core
Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension
Everyone needs a little humour
Sometimes, he said....
Swinging from his vine
You didn't have to be so kind
As I handed him, a tangerine
But what does it mean and
What is this green, spot?
Here, let me see; back in his tree
Laughing at the world; laughing as
He handed me this pearl....
Sometimes, he said, as he lifted his head
And he let out, a certain roar
Why, I haven't heard that, before?
While as I opened my palm....
His chatter became calm and his eyes
Grew wide; swinging from his vine
You didn't have to be, so blind
And why do you chide?
But I wanted to be kind and
Give you back gold in exchange for
Your pearl....But what does it mean
And what is this green, dust?
Here, let me see; back in his tree
Staring at me, with a knowing simper
I could tell, that he was bathing, his temper
Sometimes, he said....
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....In the garden ~
beauty is not a quality to her
she has a touch of commonality
comely borders
yet never intrudes
her face radiates ease
comfort in this world
shorn of life's common asunder
a knowing within
life is where it should be
her eyes grasp you into a solace
where dawn is a promise
placid waves lap the meadow
everything within the universe is at rest
the sunset is a glory in the alleviation
and as she passes a plate of warm
chocolate cookies fresh from the oven
it is not in these treats i revel in gratitude
the touching of her hand
as the plate is passed
the simper she wears so well
the heavens beckon in her eyes
where i see the soul she is
beauty is a Johnny Quid wake-up call
the siren's delusion
no beauty is not a quality to her
she calls to mind the commonality
those angels who must fill
the corners of heaven
with their common voices
Plato believed love was a mental illness
possibly his problem was a fixation on beauty
and why the School of Athens
had but one woman
many of the great names in philosophy
were never married
i believe it is
because they could not conceive
someone without an enchanting beauty
holding a tray of chocolate cookies
be equal and worthy of their love
no doubt many a student
in a group discussion did quip
in lowered breath about Hypatia
but can she cook and clean
late at night as i finish my nightly prayer
i sometimes wonder if the School of Athens
counted among its' worthy students
sitting at tables exchanging ideas
how we could improve life on Earth
what grand philosophy could free
this fate of manunkind
might have come from
those who cooked and cleaned
OKC 3/30
Political Propaganda the scycle isn't stronger than the hammer
Putin I can't stand you Obama is just a robot
Abbott not only is he happy he stands out a political flu
An epidemic I hitting u with the finest military intelligence
Pre final analysis baby I bleed blue but I'm red I'm true simper fidelis
And as we make progress the Army prospers my baby's safe inside my heart now
The way the anchor hits you it's sorrow
It's the dregs of my cup I drink to the bottom
It's being betrayed it's done it's the tide it's the siesemetic waves
It's sleep paralysis and I keep sea lions in palaces where victory is sweet
Like her society is prefered like her talents are
I'm channeling the SEA but I'm not challenging you
Superior Espeniage Agency secret surveillances
I paint it SEAL green the evil I counter it all till either
I'm dead or giving hand signs to SEAL Teams and SEA Lions
~PANIC from the DOGS POV~
They left me yeah..woof ME! woof!
Love that car! grrrrrrrrrr
Blankie where’d my blankie go??
Mommie!!!!! (howl)
Daddie !! (Howl) (Whimper)(Simper)*
Who’s that Lady, I smell her…
NOPE not MY Mommie!
(The discarded pup chases its tail)
(howl) (growl)*
Gonna HIDE! yeah..yup HIDE!
NOPE~ ~ `dope*
Gonna EAT! (bark) (bark)
FOOD! hey Lady FO O D>>>>>>>
I GOT Kisses
(a giant pink tongue slobbers
with drool toward the puppy sitter!)
OH NO!!!! I smell CAT (grrrrrrrr)
(howl) (bark)
FOOD? cat? Kisses for food
(What’s a dog to do?)
Kisses and food YEAH!
(Can’t get out to get CAT!)
Gimme gimme HERE pretty sitter kisses for YOU!
Awwwwwww, you so nicey sitter!
I luv YOU!
( giant, pink, bubble- gum,
tongue licks on sitters facie!)
(Sniff)(lean)(cuddle)
I think I luv YOU TOO!
What? CAR????
Mommie!!!!! HOWL, prowl*
(scratch door)
One more kissie sitter lady!
Mommie’s HOME!
*indicates internal rhyme
Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain’s voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along.
Your feelings are always life’s servant,
Can carry you when times are tough…
A miracle gift that’s observant,
Though you never love them enough.
Don’t hide in the shadows and whimper,
Get dressed in your finest, have fun,
For no one is fooled when you simper,
Who cares if you’re not number one!
If blemish detracts from perfection,
Imagine that defect is gold,
What you can embrace with affection,
Most people will fear to behold!
If life is tossed ship with no anchor,
Just turn hopeful bow toward the storm,
Our fate is a dream without rancor,
Flows better when we just conform.
Both storms and becalmed days are fleeting,
As fleeting as life is itself,
So welcome the gifts worth the greeting,
And put all the rest on the shelf.
Life’s currency is always changing
As fate drags us through distant lands,
Our own houses need rearranging
Before we start making demands.
Bare truth is like rain without sunlight,
Is growth not Love’s only design?
What batters and bares roots brings soul blight
Unless you think Dada benign.
Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain’s voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along.
Brian Johnston
February 11, 2015