Best Sm Poems
Raul Moreno
(a Poetry Dish)
4c. of God 1 sm. tsp. of talent
(23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Mom (23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Dad
¼ tsp. of my older brother ¼ of my other brother
2 c. of my sister 1 lb. of my surroundings
1 oz. of knowledge ½ c. of heart
½ c. Nature ½ c. Inspiration
3 c. Oklahoma 2 c. of my friends
(8oz.) of Pansy 1 pkg. Gracemont
¼ t. failure ¼ t. faith
A pinch of discipline A dash of hope
Mix contents together,
In a large bowl.
Top with family members,
Better if served cold.
Set and let cool,
And eat my poetry.
Without these ingredients,
There would be no me.
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An homage to everyone who has supported me,
believed in me, and applauded me.
Without them, I wouldn't do what I do!
S - she played like an accomplished musician
T - throughout the whole of the audition
R - receiving a standing ovation after an
A – awe inspiring performance that
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond
U – unexpected and all she gave was a
S - shy smile not realising her potential
Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine
09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
I crave sticky butter mint balls
Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties, my favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate
Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint my tongue red
Nougat or should I choose fruit gums instead
Dime bars and snickers too much temptation
Yikes! my waistline spread’s caused aggravation!
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/07/21
This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated. It is a very lonely place.
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who
passed in 2007. Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas. She raised
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled. When
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me. Please read "For
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss). Anyway - Thank you to my best friend
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me. I don't really have "family" only
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.) Marty is all I have in my life.
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends" Friends are so rare.
I'm talking genuine friends. So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of
you and I don't really know some of you. lol It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses! Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.
Thank you! Lolita my friend until the end! Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always!
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile. Simone my newest fan your comments
sometimes make me blush! lol Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card and your
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say? There are cards I would like to get
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail. I
would like to hear from you guys w/pics I too will send pics of me Merry Christmas XOXO's
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405 Marion NC 28752
THE MAIDEN:
My little Juliette,
my hand floating over her back;
and her tiny hand with mine.
Now, we all sing songs to Capulet.
And they all pause;
they are enthralled.
Younger lads know their remedy;
no, not strong drink -
whatever you think.
But, like if the gleaming sun is her virginity;
that power of light is her affinity.
In the late hour,
I did inspire her,
in her bower,
her bosom to bloom and blossom.
I saw she and she me,
with a wide look of glee,
wild eyes and heartbeats of jubilee.
She was not toward I, nor I to her, persnickety.
We fell fast together, authentically.
THE CRONE:
That crone, witch and total %#&^%.
She made everything a hitch,
and brought today's sorrow,
and brings more curses the morrow.
Her. In The Brothel.
She is there in every hovel.
Her coiled brown hair,
that brings my passions to bare.
The desires all around us.
'Why does she bother' you ask?
Her nails pushing and rummaging
under my skin,
raking the hair of my arms.
I can smell her now.
Her soft perfumes.
And. Also.
It is night.
And so she wrapped me tight,
yet it was all hollow.
I wish I could forget it now.
THE GODDESS:
And there! The goddess in the pale moon,
she walks and talks and makes the willows swoon.
She walks and talks to me,
and causes romance to loom.
The way sunlight moves around her hair,
and the breezes that pushes against her form.
The gold of sunshine in the tall grasses,
where we did roam.
The Pixies sit up there,
over the brook.
In the trees, at night,
above her shoulders,
while the water laps moonlight.
The smell of pines and saplings,
and the colors,
glaring off the ice, and,
the never ending sheens of summer.
Her hand in mine.
S.M. Diamond
7/01/2019
Sun, relentless
Son, I can see the glossy haze
radiating from your fingertips.
A warmth unimaginable.
Delicate.
Childlike.
Pure.
I watched you count the number of
time(s) the waves
thundered against the rocks.
Usurped by the number One, you cried
“Ouch!”
On the second you begged me,
Stop their pain,
stop my pain.
What could I do
but turn you away.
“Do you want ( a distraction)
to try rollerblading? “
He fain did accept,
…with feigned interest.
Trust’s Last.
S.M. Alexis
The tall man speaks jibes
a witty retelling of
others misfortunes
Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!
Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!
Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!
Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Org*sm Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primate pants, within the woodland glen!
Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!
Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!
Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”
because of censorships some words had to be removed or changed.
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Alliteration and Abecedarian poem
entered into A Poet Destroyers 004 contest
i should have fallen for the Sun.
Everlasting light: the absence of ambiguity,
and of course the promised warmth,
it scalds the soles of those who lay upon me...
Or maybe the Forest-
boundless life!
And the incessant profession of love
through the high-pitched squeaks of birds,
and the croaks of frogs.
i am in love with the Sea;
when i heard your breath through the line,
i closed my eyes
and swore i was by the soft thrashing of waves.
Mysteries lay in the depths of your unexplored soul,
and each day i am usurped by your tides,
pulled deeper into the abyss,
maybe even drowning.
S.M. Alexis
What do you call a place
that gives the respite your
soul needs?
But this home moves and
disappears,
And it’s grounds forbid your
entrance;
What do you call bed
that holds you like how a child
assumes the comfort a cloud
can give?
But this bed has hiding springs
and a tattered duvet;
What do you call a garden
that has a promising
cornucopia,
you had planted every flower
every fruit and herb with your
own hand.
But then worms expressed
interest,
your nurturing proved only
attractive;
What do you call a place
that holds your heart?
Comfortable
and caged;
The windows are shattered
and the garden is choked with
weeds;
Watch your heart shrivel,
I love you too.
S.M. Alexis
He is but a sad man, in a sea of rage.
Breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him in the upper skies
But HE was right
Where light above light
Recited an Ayat
Allah (SWT) is alright.
A leader of the leaders
For the all times
Led a night prayer in the mosque
Of Baitul Muqaddas
HE was kind
In dealing with others
Met the messengers
Who were coming past
Exchanged greetings
And chatted with each other
HE had seen many things on his way
Such as torment of the Jahannam
And the happiness of the Jannah.
So, breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him for the all time.
Holy Angel named Hazrat Zebraiel (As)
A trusted companion for the all messengers
Was with Him upto Sidratul Muntaha Square.
Now, There is no barrier
No worries, No mourning
Only friend for friend
And the friend for friend
Comes close to each other
And starts transmitting messages
Year after year.
1.40am
I am lying on my
left on the bed Tough springs
soft pillow and comfort
-ing fox My left eye closed
pressed against the pillow
Staring at the bright screen
I see black and white phos
-phenes like a telly that
had lost its connection
Half my body is numb
other half, half-awake (?)
I had winced upon ill
-Lumination; pupils
constricting at bright light
The words look like they are
magnified I hear an
echo I must be tired
All I can think is why
I feel like I am high
1.46am; 6 mins
S.M. Alexis
Should i worry for her
if She holds a knife
but with crimson intent?
if She spreads velvet
of thick consistency
unto her loaf of bread,
but pauses with a shaking hand
tightening gripe around the butter
“harmless” silver?
Goodmorning.
i saw her words fall like
deadweight
then hit the ground
denting even marble.
i didn’t flinch one bit
i’ve seen this before.
Her eyes blink but they do not see
Her chest heaves but not for air;
for troubles.
Standing on my hind legs
i tried to converse
But all i let out was a muffled whine
She gives me a reassuring look
then pats my head
Everything is going to be alright.
Should i worry if She leans too far out the window?
Or whenever She sits on the ledge?
Should i worry if the last time
when her smile was empty
She took thirty white cylinders
before going to bed?
The last time this happened
She slept for three days
and never awoke to feed me.
I damn near starved
to Death!
S.M. Alexis
0n th1s br1ght early m0rn1ng, 1 s00n see
h0w l1fe's gr1m gl0w can s1gh such gl00m 1n me,
Th0ugh catb1rds s1ng w1th a s0ft ch1m1ng fl0w,
n0 t1m1d m00n w1ll 0utsh1ne my tableau.
N0 stark wh1n1ng s0unds 1n small plast1c r00ms,
wh0 sp1t b1nate c0de 1n 1ntr1gu1ng spumes,
kn0ws 1f 1t st1lls the l0ve 1ns1de 0f me
as d0 1r1s g0ld, 0r f1elds 0f l1ly.
0f l1fe's thr1lls, n0t 0ne mach1ne w1ll perce1ve,
(f0r, 1t 1s wr1t, that G0d m0lded th1s s0ul),
n0r gr1n w1th j0yful sm1les, l0ve 0r bel1eve,
when, n0w, w1th1n 0ur m1nds, l1fe 1s the g0al.
If ones and zeros come up with a sum,
I wonder... 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01000111 01101111 01100100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101100 01100111 01101111 01110010 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101101?
10/14/2018