Best Single Handed Poems
THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES.
I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.
A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.
I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.
Slowly with magic
I single handed turn
the seasons over.
Sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.
I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity.
I contrast, redecorate
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.
AUTHOR NOTES
All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and
browns...
Pocomoto was a cowboy who inspired dreams galore
With adventures and heroics that lit up my days of yore.
He survived the cruel killing of a ravaged wagon train
Was adopted by ‘old-timers’; lived in camps across the plain.
He rode fast across the prairie pushing forward on his steed;
Bronco Buster, Buff’lo Hunter, helped the Rangers when in need.
Pocomoto the Li’l Fella went in search of desert gold
Single-handed fought the bandits, constant evil, heat and cold.
Independence, resolution were the traits that showed his best,
Self-reliant, conquered hardships in the wild and famous West.
There are plenty years behind me but I often tend to find
Pocomoto’s recollection in the corners of my mind.
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6th May 2014
Contest: Howdy Pard
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placing: 2nd
Had this super duper dream last night
Took on ten men single handed, oh what a fight
Came away almost unscathed
'Cept my manhood got defaced
Was proud of my wee friend, what a horrible sight
© Jack Ellison 2015
What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most,
Prayers knees bent low, begging before the almighty God
Himself, beseeching him to take thee, in his stead, by all
That’s holy. would I so sacrifice all that I am, this without
Regrets shame I’d give.
Banished to the fields of limbo’s realm, without name,
Or identities human realization, I’d go trapped forever,
A beast abandon, shunned by the light of heaven itself,
Lost in this maze of the neither world for eternities sake,
Yes for he, my beloved I’d go.
Willingly, I'd give myself utterly onto the altar, of life and death,
Yes even mine own soul, devil be the bargain.
Red irons white hot, I'd bare the mark of hell's branding,
Flesh sizzling unto the bone, I'd not scream, but remain silent,
Shedding, no tears of agony to save him, just one moments pain.
What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most,
I'd weep unceasingly, flooding the very earth itself
Never stopping, even if the continents were swallowed
Whole, nay I’d continue, until the lord god himself, releases
The soul belonging to me, is freed unto my waiting arms.
I’d fight vengeance's army single handed, in mortal combat
Never wavering, challenging friend or foe if need be, but never
Will I put down my shield of honor, or lay the sword of justice
Aside, to protect that which is most dear to me, my beloved.
A bleeding warrior, lying on the battlefield of loves devotion,
I’d give my last breath for him, whom I love beyond existence.
I’d give up on hopes and dreams, imaginations inspiration,
To exist in the realm of delusions illusions forever, a wanton
Creature of isolation, for without him I am nothing, so what
Would I give, to save the man thou’st loves, the only answer
Given is the honest one, everything, would not you do the same.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
With nimble-fingers braids the midnighter mare killing a long horn steer single-handed with bladed care Chief Victorio's well chosen was called his right hand a single woman yet revered fought strong as man Of enemies and friends as cunning she wore the boast as a Brave the woman warrior rode braver than most not frozen by fear of the battle braving regaining lost ammo with her arms outstretched a chant a seer as with Geronimo Circling with power where the enemy was and how many told Lozen was a shield for her people as the woman warrior rode
lost love is simply that only because both parties are no longer on the same page... yet if one is fighting the fires of confusion single handed... its like their union ...she or he has commanded... love is colorful flame that changes as the intensity of the two... some say its pink others say its blue...
Sonnet
Don't grieve for me when I am dead
For I’m still here I’m by your side.
I am so close that every tear you shed
Touches and torments me though you think me gone.
Give word that I am the star, shining so positive,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
Don't grieve for me, from discomfort I'm free.
My caring arms will hold you, when we meet again.
Don’t stand at my grave and cry,
Perhaps my time seems all to brief;
For this voyage we all must take, and each must go single-handed.
Let your affection even with my being decay.
Don't lengthen your pain with undue grief.
I've now found peace at the end of period.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
Take the blame and give them smiles,
Get into deep by breaking each worldly tiles;
Get down into your knees,
To let your closer ones standing with cheeees;
Repeat your own mistakes,
So they can trigger their angry face;
Pissed off with this world and humanity,
Shut up your mouth who grace vulgarity;
They don't count and they don't mean your tears,
They want to see you sad for years and years;
No need of any companion to stand by my side,
I can single handed tackle this world wide.
Incidental Catch
‘The catch of non-fish species’
At the town’s cusp, terraced homes blaze out.
The mill and the green jetty wane to abandoned garages.
Kept, like trophies, by the type of men who have love affairs
with themselves. I was met by an agricultural runoff -
where land intersects water, sky and rock.
Your image waded flat over the water that had slowed
to a few passive ripples. Your books snagged
under your paperback wrists, dead as granite.
In my single-handed grip, I cast my hook
over the shallow water’s shelf and reeled you in with the Trout.
I made sure that you’d see me. On my heels in mud
I shrank myself. Your tired old books still viced between your fingers.
I watched you squirm, thrashing the water to a paste.
And this is my lover I said to the briny tapestry of the sea,
as I bagged you for tea.
Standing atop your plateau as if divinity has made you a martyr with in the eyes of your deceived people, with a mighty rant as you pound your fist and whip the tranced crowd into a fix it's symbolic a burden you lay at the feet of an unsuspecting populace with his sharp tongue we hear the beating of the undeniable war drums. A snake handler to the bitter end his venomous propaganda and tyrant agenda compliments his chaotic delusions of an unsuccessful intrusion into his homeland, paranoid the battle plan novice is the level of incompletion to this critical decision he speaks of reckoning at the gates of hell Armageddon on the terms of the victors and fret no more because salvation is about to wash ashore. With his dysfunctional smile as he sways to the rhythm of his own megalomania selling the souls of middle Transylvanian to a hostile enemy single handed cheating of this own people a dagger to the precious heart of this own empire watching as it burns and expire. A sheep amongst wolves a charade a worthless leader he eroded the threshold of sanity and has surpassed the Rubicon now the world must hold it's breath as the senseless bloodshed begins, ashes to ashes dust to dust in a malice war we trust.
Legacies of October
Pinstripe domination
Out of nowhere perfection
Pittsburgh’s unexpected celebration
The great Dodger rotation
Gibby’s game 1 animation
69 defies explanation
Green and gold covered the nation
The queen city was king during the second Nixon administration
Reggie’s single-handed ruination
Bean town’s 86 devastation
The heroic apparition
Atlanta’s autumn frustration
An eight decade delayed coronation
I read somewhere
That the world turns
Right on a dime
And the seas move
Upwards and downwards
Through the moon's power
With its great gravity
And single handed might
Slumber of the night
Prosperous is its desires
To sleep onwards throughout
Lifting tiredness away
Around we go
Living by night and day
Caring not its glory
Weighing not its humbleness
Let time persist to say
Live free each and every day
And let only the sun and the moon
Dictate the value of your life
Russell Sivey
When in December I make resolutions
I fixate upon vows unkept
Single-handed I topple the Theory of Evolution
For every year I come up inept
They say she is irresistible
And she is too quick sometimes
Or she is too chaotic sometimes.
She says I am what I am
She is the one who stands against all odds
And proves herself unique and confident in every role.
She is the one breaking silos of society and bends them like hard rods.
She fits herself in every role and single handed can manage the family as whole.
She may be a caring daughter
A lovely sister
A wonderful wife
A perseverant and nurturing mother
A poised and confident working woman
A generous listener.
She is the one who embraces multiple changes in her life like a flowing river.
All say that the whole world is a family. .
For a lady, her family is her whole world.
She can be extremely polite yet maintaining her esteem at the same time
She is the source of light flaming itself to spread brightness and love…
Happy women’s day to all ladies.
Rambling down the memory lane
I remember the day
When you made your first espy
and made me believe
you are the one for me
your care and tutelage
sheathed me from umpteen stings
and got me over the hot springs.
I even cherish the moment
Whilst walking on the street
when lips moved on, in their motion
leaving others shocked
and looking for someone beside me
when everyone deduced me alone
the truth was shared between you and me.
I still mesmerise the time
when all my dreams crushed
and hopes swayed away
still I smiled to mark the nerve
and the darkening night
augmented the pace of tears
and that of your wiping feat too.
I could enchant the aura
and memorize the shadowy icon
whom you were overly green eyed
cause still being clandenstine.
And today again
while walking on the same lanes
I'm lost in the cloud
when I turned around
to look for the one
chatting, giggling, sharing, glowering,
walking together all these years
appears had vanished.
Why today I'm down with the feeling
It was just a false coloring
all the way I was single handed
or I had lost someone very dear
and turned out to be a lonely soul again.