Best Singleton Poems
Wow look at me
soaring across the globe
All my emotions feeling & thoughts ride high
on this magic carpet ride
Welcome to poetry soup Kerry
a big shout from Anne Lise
So warm and welcoming
I feel so at home
poetry soup has changed me
I no longer feel alone
This magic carpet ride has taken me
beyond places I thought I would never roam
Fly forever now
for there is no stopping me
So many to visit
& still so many to meet
I must be off now
as my magic carpet ride awaits
to fly me too
the next poets place..
Written by: Kerry Singleton
Contest: Magic carpet ride (Skat)
Categories:
singleton, travel, me, magic, me,
Form:
Light Verse
SINGLETON
Why do memories always make me cry
Many are old now, after so many years
One would’ve thought they’d run dry
But predictably, always yet more tears
Familiar melody or maybe even a lyric
I can see it now, part of a scene I recall
In context it’s so very real, not esoteric
As if it’s here and now, not history at all
But how can it always have this effect
Despite a mature and balanced mind
There must be brain circuits to detect
And secret nerve connections to find
Sometimes it’s a face in a photograph
A snapshot of how we both used to be
When even a smile turns into a laugh
As if calling up a loss-tinged memory
I also can feel it strongly in my heart
Also in my gut, as a familiar tension
When I remember then, I fall apart
A loss that I find so hard to mention
But such responses I cannot control
A strong reaction I still can’t figure
Yet rising from so deep in my soul
They never do take much to trigger
Categories:
singleton, bereavement, miss you,
Form:
Rhyme
I thought you had brought it out of the night,
I thought it had come to the light,
I thought you had journeyed to bring it from the deep,
I thought it had found its way to your room.
The priceless doesn’t sound,
It waits to be unbound and found,
A door of opulence is opened,
It heralds a new dawn.
Redemption is the pearl we desire,
How much of a price does it require?
We have searched the books,
The sages say it’s a price in the singleton of voice.
I look for the pearl that’s hidden in me,
Redemption will aid me to see,
I’ll sojourn through time’s lane,
To find the ones missing in my chamber.
June 1, 2024.
Categories:
singleton, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I wake up but I can't see
Everything is blurry
Life is not what it used to be
Beyond the silence a little girl cries
As all faith is taken
Broken into piece's, never to be found
He taste's her innocence along the softness of his tongue
He smiles with delight
As his desire is pleased
This man is evil, his blackened soul hollow
He shows no sympathy upon his victim
Quiet he say's don't say a word
This is our little secret
Words of pure darkness, words of hurt, beyond such pain
I listen and obey with vision of hope & faith among the blurred
For I am only eight and feel I'm going insane
Can't anybody tell how much I have changed
His filth is all over me, can't you smell
My hands are bleeding with pleasing
Why
Why me
Is there really any hope as my faith fades
This monster won't let me be
Every night I am forced to touch and taste
Such a weapon of disgrace
My tears fall endlessly, I moan from sorrow
Shaking and freighted to my core, I don't want to do this anymore
But he is not leaving this house, nor am I
I am, stuck here, because my mother loves him
I want to tell her, scream at her
I want her to see
See I am no longer the little girl I used to be
Is it me who's vision is blurred
A question I'll never understand
I am a victim now, forever he will have his way
Will I ever grow up
What will become of me, can I ever heal the damage
Will I ever see clear again, I am afraid of all of thee
Though I am empty to the absolute abyss of my soul
I make a promise to myself, never to carry his load
For all I see through this blurred vision
A little girl all of eight holding onto the sight of hope & faith.
© Copyright kerry singleton
Categories:
singleton, child, childhood, girl, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The soul is dead in passing
The spirit lost its belonging
Running out of Ancestors peripherals
Last breath of thee, a gasp
Trees are throwing out branches
Thinking of a single brain
Diamond things hard to break none
“Too hard to pour”
“Too poor break”
Virgins in Attica
Singleton a mother of a *****-
Itching
Specifics specifying black or white
Simply extending his lips
Smiling less for laughter
Toys and spoken speeches of these
History, to tell his story
Tell his theory
Virgins in Attica
Widow falling to a window
Washing was what Washington?
Dreaming of America
But land on an African soil
New York City was city
She fishing dollars and gold-
Fireworks
Virgins in Attica
Kwa Mayimayi lets find strong a Medici’s
Medicine to behold the earth
Kwamhlab’ yalingana
The earth is not enough
Followed tracks of my roots
Heard no song though
He promised bundles of prayers
A land of milk, honey-
But a global warming watering none
Virgins in Attica
Finance marrying marriages
Love put aside for chemical tests
Chemistry of a super witch
Crafting specialties of art
Artist in Attica
Mother Mary gave birthing to a love child
I’m a bustard
Adam, Eve figuring out *****-
Virgins in Viagra
Virgins in Attica
She just a distraction
No expedient in experience
No feelings
No emotions
No last for lust
Virgins in Attica
THE TRENCHES : the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
Categories:
singleton, myth,
Form:
Concrete
Shuld
Itokov
Nanas
Slo
Deth
Dance
N'
Aged
Frame
of
Kni
Bluen
Grey
Heaps
To stone
Before
Mi
Very
Ize
This
Deth
Repel
This
Negative
Prospect
Ov
Not
Is
Highly
Cept
To a
Flux
Frm
Flortowall
Frm
Sonic
Sub
Howls
N'
Nether
Worlds
Gone
Incrax
N'
Pop
Atoff
the Ambivilles
With haste
Plumbeting
Properly
Clocked
To watch
The not
Ov
Eternal
Free
Free
Mary Singleton (Nana)
1908-1992
Categories:
singleton, caregiving, death,
Form:
Free verse
Members of the soup,
Every one a cool poet
An exstraudany group,
And they should know it
Breidenthal - Laura
Lucas - Rebecca
Cook - Samantha
- Jessica
Adams - Sandra
Leonora - Galinta
Reed - Karma
Everyone has such insight
I just love your every write
Tanya - harrington
Kerry - singleton
Rachel - hefinton
Anne - Lise Andresen
Rufferd - Anne
Harry - Horsman
Your work so spick and spam
Everyones seems so glam
Carol - brown
Dawn - mclunghlin
Anne - curin
And S - Erin
I love everyone's writing
All of you so enlighting
Tsiluma - Vicky
Hasle - Connelly
Catie - Lindsey
(Linda) - P,d
And Terry - Oleary
I love everyone's poetry
You all inspier me
Lina etling
The scipt
The scibe
I love all of it
Such a cool vibe
Any names I've forgot
please do forgive me
love you all too alot
Your's sincerely
David Scott X
I look forward to reading more of your works
Thank you for insperation Im touched in so many ways
At least theres still some people left in the nation
To brighten up the shitty days,,,,,,,D.S,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,x
PS SORRY IF MISSSPELT SOME NAMES OR NAMES BACK
TO FRONT TRYING TO ADD RYME IN SORT OF LETTER RAP STLYE
Categories:
singleton, tribute, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It was long ago in the moonlight
the stars were silver and gold
the sand was silk beneath our feet
as the wind from the sea blew cold
one sweet sad kiss was our last goodbye
a red rose fell from your hand
for i see it again in a thousand dreams
bright petals lye there on the sand
it was long ago in the moonlight
how fast times river flows
magic the moment that never returns
when love was a red red rose.
By;Kerry Singleton
For Petals in the wind comp
Gail Angel Doyle
15-2-2013
Categories:
singleton, fantasy, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I read your Singleton name,
with an opportune eye I made a friend request my aim,
to now write you a message in this poetic frame!
But I won't deny am in flame,
with the passion of knowing this you on my mainframe,
and a zeal of acquaintance is my aim!
Some may say am insane,
whereas am all the same,
over this Singleton I see in my hall of fame!
But I won't let the chance go,
if she accords me to know,
the Singleton my heart now yearns to know!
(Please, will you let me the chance of knowing you?)
Categories:
singleton, friendship, love, me,
Form:
ABC
(This poem is dedicated to Beryl Singleton Bissell, whose book of this name
reveals her love affair and sometime contretemps with God. I thank her for
graciously consenting to a poetic adoption of her wonderful book title.
The poet makes no claim of representing her thoughts; these are his own.)
The Scent of God
To speak of deity
is automatic blasphemy
inside the gallery of man.
Here pontificates
the power beyond the stars,
who listens in when his
creation cries and sighs
and tactfully reminds him
of the plight of poor benighted
creatures on that speck of dust
that floats upon the milky way...
this grand old man between
the galaxies who loves and hates
according to the chirps
on planet earth...the triune spirit
who with cosmic skill unleashes
lightning on his enemies,
salvation on his friends,
and tomblike mystery to shroud
his everlasting court.
He is thought to come some day,
but in the interim, a sometime friend
who dwells quite far away for most of us
just sighs.......until
our eyes turn far off from the skies,
our cup is emptied of his blood,
and we consent to do the listening.
Thereupon, the tongue is bound,
the breath will bear Jerusalem
unbreathed, the senses yield but for
a single vapor on the air,
the everlasting mystery ineffable
and undefinable,
that is the scent of God.
~
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Categories:
singleton, allegory, mystery, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Condensed drops of stray emotions
Piece by piece build the iceberg
In years of isolated solitude
A singleton rain at 'dusk'
Bent upon breaking this ice
Open your heart
Let the lava flow
Help me melt this mount of snow
For the barrier should shed now
Pronouncing the US and WE now
@ 'dusk,....
Categories:
singleton, emotions,
Form:
ABC
Chris Singleton
Mother was victim so sent went viral;
While popularity of subject did spiral;
Spoke smiling,
In were filing;
Saw exciting reaction found in revival.
Jim Horn
"Chris Singleton, the son of Mother Emanuel AME shooting victim Sharonda Coleman- Singleton, has something to say. He first shared his message, that 'love is always stronger than hate,' just a day after his mother and eight others were murdered."
From Charleston Post and Courier
Categories:
singleton, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
In the town of Singleton, Hunter valley, NSW
Stands the Caledonian hotel, called the Cali
Famous not only for its popular pub
But also for standing strong for Aussies freedom.
Mystery surrounds the hotel, claimed haunted
As four people died for unknown reason
Unexplainable voices are heard in the rooms
Not known if these are legends or true.
Upholding the access of entry in the Cali for all
The Federation Aussie Flag on its roof
Stood for the law of the land that supported
Human rights, freedom of choice, respect of dignity.
Although the symbol of Aussies freedom
And indeed of liberty of the humanity and the world
The flag was taken down by a special order
The famed country pub is crowned the Freedom Hotel.
_______________
January 4, 2023
Contest : Freedom Pub
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Categories:
singleton, freedom, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
UNITY
In solitude
Fully grown
One, alone
Singleton
Partner gone
Plaintive tone
Still I moan
In servitude
Released from duty and constraint
With a deep furrowed brow
I will make it my vow
We shall again connect
She still has that effect
If my time will allow
I can search for her now
Follow her trail, however faint
Categories:
singleton, missing you,
Form:
Haiku
In Singleton, there's a hotel
that stands tall like a citadel;
Where choice reigns, as you can tell,
and freedom rings like a bell;
Where the voice of history,
inscribed in awe and chivalry
cries loud against debauchery
and mental slavery;
Where the banner of the union
waves to repel discrimination;
Where peaceful demonstration
is sought to end the reign of coercion.
Against tyranny, we shall then stand
and echo our voice throughout the land.
Let's join together, hand in hand
for the glory of the fatherland.
One flag, one nation.
Freedom is our devotion.
Let us join hands against segregation.
Long live the federation!
November 21, 2022
Freedoms Pub Poetry Contest (1st Place)
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Categories:
singleton, freedom,
Form:
Quatrain