Best Slew Poems
Sickeningly unstable,
disheartened we stand
like brave little cowards
with solid, shaky hands.
We make declarations out loud,
oaths beautifully fall out of
our mouths.
Even the most significant pledges cannot be guaranteed
as our minds think up promises our hearts can't keep.
We're just a slew of hearts,
pounding no good hearts.
We're just a slew of hearts.
We're just a bunch of slayed, pounded hearts.
Just a slew of hearts.
I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.
A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fang spookily broke.
I know not if such a scheming villain
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.
May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.
May your fiendish bow of foxy veneer
Snap mid-hunt as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!
A slew of stories wait for me
Arranged upon the shelves;
The characters, impatient,
Want to introduce themselves.
I scan the titles, seeing if
Some gems I can discover
And yes, I’m guilty as I judge
A few just by the cover.
To help with my decision,
I’ll peruse page 1 to see
If the writing or the subject
Will exert a hold on me.
If so, I’ll check it out and leave,
With expectations high
That among that slew of stories
This one’s like to satisfy.
SNOWBALL SLEW
avalanche snow ~ true breathless blue
he slips, she slides, he dives, she flips
the helpless team - a snowball slew
of heads and knees, of toes and lips
and she yells cut ~ redo the scripts
7/25/2017
English Quintain
It exists, without a doubt, a slew of violence in our society.
The cops, who are supposed to enforce the laws,
Are committing countless abuses and atrocities. What a pity!
It is apparent that we are embedded in deep flaws,
However, the violence must stop. We are tired
Of the unnecessary bloodsheds. Enough is enough.
We are all parts of the problems. It is tough
To accept the truth. We have a slew of violence in our head,
In our thoughts, in our dreams, and in our way of living.
It is hard to admit that we are living in a violent society.
We play and fight violently. We are always preparing
For wars, to fight the enemies, the devils of the sea,
The strangers in our mind, and the aliens of nowhere.
At times, we are our own enemies. We have created
The elements of fear in our psychic haven, and unconsciousness.
We have seen too much violence. We are tired and exhausted
Of this terrible environment of selfishness, lawlessness,
Intolerance, discrimination, hate, cruelty and terror.
This world is infested of sadness; we are conquered by fear,
And uneasiness. We all can sense or feel the horror,
Which is ruining our future. We are breathing the contaminated air
Of violence and oppression. We need to stop right here, right there,
Right now, at this very moment. We need to stop the flow of sorrow,
We need to dream, and be inspired of a more amicable tomorrow.
Brothers and sisters must stop fighting each other, husband and wife
Must stop destroying each other. We all yearn for and need a better life:
Follow the rules of a better living, the rules with more conciliatory terms
Of better communicating and understanding each other and our environment.
Let's practice the art of loving, and stop spreading the noxious germs
Of hate. For once, let's do our best to stop this violent disenchantment.
Copyright@ Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
The Fiercest Black Beast That A Knight Once Slew
Dark poetry
Sharp blade penetrated black blood flowed about
Mighty hairy black beast groaned then vomit let out
In a flash I kicked it in the vulnerable spot
Enraged, with all my power gave it another shot
Plunged my silver dagger in to bleed it more
Thinking of those it killed, vowed I to even the score
Nothing was easy as it got me with left blow
Knocked back, a moment or two I didnt know
Quickly in nearby ravine it ran back to hide
But I saw, got it with a cut as in I slide
Its rank black blood squirted right into both my eyes
OF balance, fierce beast had taken me by surprise
With another savaged hit it bloodied my cheek
Used its dagger claws, nothing about it was meek
Gashed my arm and my red blood gushed on out
Stepping back, avoid its other strike I gave a shout
Immediately, my chance to strike deathly blow
This shall slay this huge, wicked monster that I know
With herculean might I plunged my sword in so deep
I sent that beast into its most damnable sleep
Stepping back, I watched the beast take its last breath
Under my breath, I prayed God gift it quick death
As it lay there, I saw its spirit its body leave
I thought, would Hell send another to earth deceive?
Robert J. Lindley, Verse, - Dark
July 22nd, 1971
Note: (1. )
This poem dedicated to my favorite poet, Edgar Allen Poe...
Note: (2.)
I was only 17 years old when I composed this one..
Teacher gave me a 100 score on it. I turned it in instead of a book report.