Best Spawned Poems
The Mother Tree
I am the mother tree that spawned the seeds of you.
My children, you've grown and branched away from me.
You've married, left home to start your life anew.
Where e'er you go remember you're my family.
My roots run very deep into the earthly soil.
My centered rings are many, you may not yet view.
They show the story of my years of work and toil
And of growth and wisdom I've tried to share with you.
As you branch out, your little seedlings too will grow.
You'll try to keep them safe under your canopy.
One day when they grow up and leave, you too will know
The painful pangs of missing branches on your tree.
As they return for advice from their mother tree
Remind them to honor God with humility.
6-13-20
~First Place~ Poem of the Day June 15, 2020~
Non Human Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
spawned, birth, children, family, grandchild,
Form:
Sonnet
Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
Dew drops evaporated upon the fragrant tuberose
as a playful breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
Seagulls swooped and scurried along amber shores
A salty crew grappled with the sea on labored oars
Muscles pulled in rhythmic chorus, as if in lyrical rote
as surging waves rocked the hull of their fishing boat
They surpassed each crest and triumphed over swells
The sun's prisms painted the horizon in muted pastels
Inspired by the milieu of ruffled swirls across the sea
sunlight dappled over its surface in sequenced litany
I sipped a second cup as thoughts were being seeded
Poetry spawned inside of me; a birthing to be heeded
For as driftwood hastens down rapids to a new frontier
I needed to ledger my verses, ere they hie to disappear
August 13, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
spawned, poetry, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
POTD 19 September 2017
Apprehensively I tramp with my lamp - through a path shrouded in gloom
Silvery shafts of light entwine and fight through foliage as they creep
Gnarled branches twist as I resist their sinister outstretched grabbing reach
With a hushed bated breath I move in stealth - to allow the restless spirits sleep
I have heard and have feared the ancient Mystical stories that are told
Of a fabled cave of age where these immortal spirits abide
A sacred and elated reverie this questing soul with them seeks
To allow ‘The Oracles’ now - to show where my elusive love hides
I have heard it expressed in a blessed rapturous appellation
This glowing love from above that eludes this restless yearning child
A bliss infused kiss that Celestial Beings have been heard to applaud
A connection of perfection that would make Heaven look down and smile
In my quest to find the nest of undying unconditional love
I search alone to find my throne in the mighty caverns of the sphere
May the spirits guide until I find my bride in barren breaths of cold
And now I see in this mystic cavity an apparition does appear
In a gentle voice I do rejoice and hold captive in their chambers
My son are you the one seeking lasting love in our golden grotto
I say yes and will you bless my jaded journey thus far I have made
We’re beings of infinity descending divinity as above so below
I fall to my knees as they say with ease - Feel the vibes of the stone
Before you embark look within your heart - Love explodes there and beyond
I shed a tear with a cavernous cheer and find where I have failed
My soul anew now I'm due for my love to be Spiritually spawned
Acknowledgement from Maria (Down Under) -
To my very dear friend and Poet Extraordinaire`-The illustrious (((Winged Warrior)), for producing this collaboration together with me. It is no surprise at the effortless speed of this production - virtually overnight (because of the time difference), and then another night with the sprucing up. It was good fun and we must do it again WW.
POTD 19 September 2017
Music by Yakuro – ‘Through The Galaxy’ - Published on Mar 22, 2016
Copyright – Maria Williams and Winged Warrior – September 2017
Categories:
spawned, love, mystery, romance, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy
I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white
Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
I SIT!
I LAY!
I LOOK INTO YOUR KNIGHTLY EYES!
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE
I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.
The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read
Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.
Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring;
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.
Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.
Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line (CRYING)
Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.
Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever
SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.
Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)
Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come,
May he never dares to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!!
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love
Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????
Categories:
spawned, happiness, heart, me, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania.
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
spawned, dark, evil, fantasy, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID
A young fisherman berthed in Penzance
Went ashore one fine night to a dance
He woke up on his boat
With a mermaid afloat
The First prize in a card game of chance
So was spawned a cross genus romance
Though the neighbors regarded askance
They got married next day
In a church by the bay
And went off to a fish farm in France
August 2019
Given N/A in Contest: ‘Two Sea Themed Limericks’
Categories:
spawned, fish, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
The essential question we have at hand
Was it God who created man
Or was God an invention of a Jewish clan
Is the Bible the word of the Divine
Or a narrative spawned from human minds
Did Jesus arise from the grave
Or was his body simply stolen away
The answer to these questions holds eternal weight
And both sides require an element of faith
My intellect finds more evidence for a risen Jesus
Than for my ancestors evolving from a rhesus
Categories:
spawned, atheist, bible, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
pages to a story like dreams to a night
while consciousness starts to dim unconsciousness remains bright
like words to a book that composes a plots design
thoughts create a vision to which a dream refines
when eyelids act as mirrors and not protective shields
they reflect the visions that lucid dreams reveal
when the mind remains alert, its creativity waves
but during the state of slumber imagination reigns
as logic takes a back seat, while consciousness remains asleep
the mind displays a movie the memory fails to fully keep
but sometimes a vision is more than just a dream
like the patches of the past un-stitched at the seams
suffocating senses with the rush of emotions so fast
like getting in a time machine and travelling to the past
the body remains still at the time speed barrier
as the mind excellerates forward using thoughts as the carrier
the faster forward into the past, the slower the future becomes
as time travel is only possible in the mind away from the universe's hum
the past it jumps to a vision of times unknown
as the heart reveals to the mind how it wants the future to be shown
like molecules of a comet frozen in space halted by the speed of time
thoughts race forward to find the visions there in the future's mind
like a drawing made with a pencil, the mind details the future in shades of gray
but the road that appears before is a path with a colorful display
as the mind races forward the body remains untravelling
with every vision seen the future continues unravelling
the end of this road is close as the vision reveals a clearing
yet the path to a new road begins and the end of this one is nearing
now the grays fill in with colors as the dawn of reality resumes its essence
the role of logic takes control while consciouness unites the present
like the sun brings light to the face of a new dawn
in the mind inspiration for the future has spawned
Categories:
spawned, lovedream, time, body, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
When the moon smiled crimson
weakness departs...
Set, you're the storm darkly clouding skies
across a red desert stained
in an ancient evil being
one spawned recoiled serpent deceiver
under the sands hides
bringing disorder mixed with violence
creating war destroying all good
where nothing else matters...
I turn around looking into your eyes
soulfully held captive with shadows
helplessly falling to the knees
as watchful eyes dart
to old desires pulsing ruby red,
perfect prey captured and held
forever in her clutches
drags hearts to their fates...
Sapphire seas churn, storms pass the centuries
light years from now
when the breathless flame burns blue
an eclipse totally takes over the heart
once upon a time
weakness you fall by the way side
as strength is held
within a union of crowns
for she reigns as queen of the heart
owns every key to my demise...
Buried beneath the sands
and times forgotten
names and dates written
on the surface by her finger,
then blown away
on the same winds she rides,
free to prowl once more.
(A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler)
Categories:
spawned, dark, desire, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
It'd been one of the most bizarre days; downright crazy
so I had a martini, maybe four, so things got kinda hazy
I fumbled in my wallet so I could pay my pricey bar tab
Friends thought I had too many, so they put me in a cab
I stumbled up the steps. It seems walking was a chore
Couldn't find my key, so I tried beating down the door
Her screeches of "Where the bloody hell have ya been?"
Pounded in my head, making me sorry that I'd come in.
She hissed, then off to the kitchen she foolishly prattled
With horrendous noises, pots and pans were being rattled
My head was sorely throbbing so I begged her to be quiet
She screamed, "Don't yell at me! Blame your liquid diet!"
She banged a bowl of something down on the table cloth.
I weaved my way to a chair as my mouth began to froth
Put my head in my hands when the room started spinning
Caught a glimpse of that evil woman. Yeah, she was grinning
A mound of muck she'd plunked down right in front of me
looked like it should still be swimming in the salty sea
It smelled vile and disgusting... nauseatingly atrocious
I gagged and turned away, that's when Liz became ferocious
I couldn't move an inch to find my way back to the couch
I was a brick, held by mortar. My wife was being a grouch
but I couldn't find the strength to flee. I felt far too dizzy
My turn to shout, "Can you just stop your naggin', Lizzie?"
I didn't mean to say it, and my words came out so slurred
My vision was fuzzy. Everything was clouded and blurred
Something was staring up at me while awful music played
That's when I saw green heads and grew appallingly afraid
Whether fantasy or reality, frogs had escaped from a pond
These were fugly creatures. From evil they'd been spawned
I was being serenaded by a quartet of deep croaking voices
So suffers the drunken man while his heartless wife rejoices
I crawled to bed when I couldn't take the harmony any more
Lizzie punched me and said, "Wake up if you're gonna snore."
I tripped down the stairs, woke the dog and made him bark
Left the wife and found a bench to sleep it off in the park
Categories:
spawned, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Memory or dream from hell I cannot tell
The vision of stygian forests where harpies dwell
And men from them among men spawned
Greedy gullibles that on pagan mysteries fawned
Evicted from stygian caves to wander bared
Of human comport and yet in human shape
By cultures of war in Cerebus’ loath prepared
These monsters of men defy, steal, kill, rape
The African land still, and virgin virtue defiled
In all her children stolen, manacled, despised
Toss upon dread waves like dead meat, disguised
From pity of sharks, innocence, kindness biled
By the same fiends frantic at the Judean cross
And this colonial evil is unsurpassed in dross.
They should have known such deeds are wrong
If they had known we are people too, and he
The Eternal light, the bringer of the griot's song
How they murdered him in grim glee of prophecy:
When each of us are enslaved or kill, he dies
Again in that wickedness entrenched in vanities.
Categories:
spawned, historymen, men,
Form:
Verse
~
My life is but a leaf atop an ocean flowing bliss,
on waves of firm conclusions built on reasons that I miss
I take each day as it does come in mystic falling beams
to fill the many corners of my multicolored dreams
Up and down in freedom form the open waters dance,
smooth the real transition to the tremors of romance
Vast the far horizons come to choose what they may show,
as I rest so peaceful within southern breezes flow
Timeless counted visions that do soar about my mind,
pictures painted perfect of the wisdom I might find
Stories told that hold the thoughts in words another writes,
entertainment spawned of many days and many nights
Now I float upon these waves, a far off distance shore,
to hold the one of wondrous grace my heart it does adore
I shall come a calling on the eve of loving ways,
to know in calculation we have reached eternal days
Adrift among the numbers of the minutes that we see,
the tide shall come a waning as the moon brings you to me
Beneath these stars of evermore which brightly shine aglow,
sending forth the message of a truth you long to know
Lift me now my angel from this aqua blue marine,
gently for to cradle in this moment found serene
Of this golden fantasy I come to see it’s true,
this love that I’ve been waiting for lies in the heart of you
So here along the foaming frame, an outline of the beach,
to know time is the student of the hours that we teach
I spend my life in harmony beneath blue skies above
and share my world with you upon an endless sea of love
Categories:
spawned, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
Invoking bliss magnetism, let heart sing,
aware at all times of this simple fact:
the idea or thought is not the thing,
of the fruit we taste and deeds we enact.
We are merely one of the many forms
manifest upon this earth realm dual,
wherein each entity goes through life’s storms,
suffering unless love be soul’s fuel.
Futile and needless are ego spawned tricks,
deludedly engaging in doership,
since it’s love alone that resolves conflicts,
so let heart’s mindfulness be our worship.
Behold birds cross hemispheres without fear ~
Our heartbeat signals God’s presence is near
Our heartbeat signals God’s presence is near,
warming this form made of organic dust,
so by lending strobes of silence our ear,
in time love replaces animal lust.
In our life, needless is struggle and strife,
for at end of days, love alone remains,
so if we but let God be the midwife,
soul’s liberated from ego spawned chains.
In silence there is no energy leak,
enabling God’s spirit to manifest,
so getting out of our way, so to speak,
as witness consciousness we simply rest.
Nothing need be done, save coming undone ~
Recognise dear heart, God and we are one
Recognise dear heart, God and we are one,
simply feeling His breath in us that flows,
restoring our light, shining like the sun,
repaying debts of love, which our soul owes.
All doings are done by God’s hand alone,
wherein all He asks is that we be still,
awestruck beholding inner light full blown,
whereupon all dark voids within us fill.
Just as we’re immersed in dreams every night,
shrugging it off on waking at sunrise,
from this world too, one day we will alight,
if we but release each offered surprise.
Dwell not overmuch on soul’s broken wing ~
Invoking bliss magnetism, let heart sing
Categories:
spawned, spiritual,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
"The Circe Effect" (Part 1)
Circe, Goddess of magic, nymph, witch, bold enchantress
daughter of Helios, Sun God, her father, can you imagine? ...
let me paint you further, the tree of this wacked-out family canvas -
daughter of Perse, her mother, wild Oceanid Nymph, spawned not on landmass,
but in the vast deep blue deep.
Aeetes, her brother hung tight to his Fleece
and Pasiphaë, her sister, given in marriage to King Minos of Crete,
had a fling with a monstrous White Bull,
a gift from Poseidon, ain't that so sweet?
she bore a bastard child, the Monataur with a ring in his nose,
horns and hoofed feet.
Now there was a family of total dysfunction
and Circe, poor dear, betrayed for remaining herself,
remaining non-function
was banished to Aeaea for murdering her husband
the Prince of Colchis.
There on Aeaea, as revenge, Circe drew out her magic wand - not a sword,
transmuted her enemies, all those who offended her into wild beasts,
where they were left to circle her mansion and roam to eat swill as their feast.
Docile not dangerous, drugged and delerious,
these beasts never gored -
they were fawned on by all newcomers, who were simply just curious,
never bored.
These entranced beasts lured newcomers to our girl Circe
with a woof and purr.
Enter Circe, quite disturbed, in a logical kind of way.
“More pets for me!”, she thought, “they will never stray”.
These lonely, adventurous vagabonds who ventured into her lair,
well, she showered them with all her incantations, but they never heard
her words of Love ever there –
Circe would finally reveal who she truly was,
for you see by now all that pain, all that hurt
had converted our dear old Circe into a siren
otherworldly, deadly lethal, mysterious, re-birthed;
all that ventured into her Kingdom now were
captivated by her spells and
then promptly, with a wave of her wand,
transfigured forevermore
as creatures,
of her Elysian Fields interred.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ Dec 2017)
Categories:
spawned, adventure, betrayal, mythology, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play,
You bring so much joy to my life.
You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone,
Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife.
Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace off my bed,
Fall right onto my knees and pray.
I pray to you, my birth control friend,
No kids spawned from me, not from this castaway.
Oh my beautiful birth control, I love you so much,
I love how you conquer from her trench.
Now, I need to prepare for tonight’s sexy battle,
I need to clean, and remake, my nightly workbench.
Categories:
spawned, birth, sexy,
Form:
Quatrain