Best Spell It Out Poems
The greatest miracle in days of yore
unsurpassed, two millennia past or more
a carpenter by trade, Joseph by name
was betrothed to Mary, a virtuous dame
Joseph, proud of his virgin, unbesmirched
beamed when their banns were recited in church
Mary had a visitor who descended in light
when the angel spoke she cowered in fright
"Fear not, chosen one, there's a child in your belly,
You'll name Him Jesus, unless you fancy Kelly."
"How can you be sure? I've not been with a guy."
"Must I spell it out? His father is God most high."
When Mary told Joseph he was caught off-guard
to accept Mary's tale was decidedly hard
his intended, purportedly as pure as they come
was with child from another; a soon-to-be mum
An angel of God appeared in splendor:
"Joseph, to no mortal did Mary surrender."
now, Joseph was righteous, obedient to God
ahead of the wedding date they then tied the knot
his family, deprived of a wedding reception
snickered: "What's with Joseph? This is clearly deception."
The newlyweds were obviously broke
Joseph told Mary: "My wife, don your cloak
We can't afford to pay taxes to them
we'll go to my birthplace; it's called Bethlehem
off they set with Mary on a donkey
for days on end over the hills of Galilee
All the tax evaders had crowded Bethlehem
not an inn in the place could accommodate them
Joseph begged as well he was able
one innkeeper showed them a stable
in amongst animals, vermin and filth
Mary, the Virgin, to our Savior gave birth
she wrapped Him in cloth to protect Him from danger
laid Him gently to rest in a hay-lined manger
Humankind then and now reaps the advantages
that Jesus has come to mend falling bridges
In the desert of my compassion
holds two tender seeds growing fervently;
both longing for the blueness of my tears,
which possess a certain kind of purity.
---who's teaching whom
our Tomorrows yet-in-bloom--
Teach me of your ways, Little Ones,
for I could use some reassuring.
Am I human still? Or is there still more to unlearn?
A bit of wisdom lost is what I'm inferring.
"What use is spelling to me?
Will it provide food for my family?"
These were the words of a Midnight Child
still awaiting the dawn of humanity's consideration.
"What use is your prejudice;
I may be small, but I have more than enough love,
for the both of us."
These were the words of a Snowy Child
paradoxically melting your heart with his profundity
(because Adults could still use some education)
Teach me how to fish,
if it be your wish to educate.
How to hunt and how to gather,
how to build a shelter that won't break easily ...
... but most importantly (and this is no frivolity)
teach me how to LOVE beyond my capability,
for you know we don't get enough of it currently.
How to care and how to give,
despite the whims of Life's Circumstance.
Knowing this, perhaps I can live (or at least I can try)
To live a L-I-F-E, that's worthy of her letters, before I die.
Little children don't know the difference
between ebony and ivory.
Because smiles are a universal sentence;
to them it's all harmony!
Something's not right here -
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
We are all People:
Some with hungry minds, some with hungry mouths.
Even children know this to be true.
Do I need to spell it out?
Using Image 4 ...
Originally written for Silent's contest, but was switched one for a different poem based off a different image. Thanks for the double whammy of inspiration, my friend!
In the depths of her words I dwell
every inflection and punctuation
accenting upon another emotion
but it's between the lines I rest
not understanding I confess
silent letters gnawing at my brain
maddening and driving me insane
They're out in the open
but hidden beneath
the cadence the dialect
making me a wreck
spell it out for me
I cant stress it enough
simply and slowly
leave out the fluff
Roll away with your r's
and dot those pretty little eyes
whisper sweet harmonies
with a melodic reprise
Pi (e) Day Sestina
being the recollection of a conversation between myself as I was trying to enjoy a piece of
pie and my suddenly irrational, demanding, and surprisingly bilingual stomach on 3/14
I really want a frosted sugar cookie right now.
Now, don’t think I’m loca
but if you don’t get me one I’m going to get Chuck
Norris to roundhouse kick you in the face. His lust
y pectorals: tan, hairy and torsional, will be but a blur in your memory. Never underestimate
the power of the one who can even make pi
a rational number. Oh irrational love of sugar cookies! I can almost taste the sweet buttery
goodness of the frost
ing melting in my mouth like the frost
y ice crystals busy changing states of matter now
on top of the piece of pie
hastily served to you before properly thawed at the loca
l diner, piled high with enough fake whipped cream to satiate even the lust
iest of appetites. “Who would chuck, even if they could chuck, would chuck
away such a flawless embodiment of pre-prepared, packaged, processed, passed off as
home-cooked goodness in favor of a stale cookie, and on Pi(e) Day nonetheless?” you chuck
le. That snide remark is deserving of the bestowal of my best Queen Frost
ine stare, you know, cold and queenly and vaguely reminiscent of the Candyland character
with the same name, whose (il)lust
riousness is matched solely (not only in beauty but also in sugar content) by that of a frosted
sugar cookie. I hope you (k)now
how to take a hint. No? Well, then get that pie-filled fork out of my face while I spell it out
for you. Loca
te a frosted sugar cookie for me pronto! This piece of pie
disgusts me! I don’t care that it’s pi
day! You’ve got 3.14 seconds to get me a frosted sugar cookie before I up-chuck
all over everything in this immediate loca
le! Don’t make me get all Frost
y the snowman on you now
and have a meltdown! Wow, I need to stop and take a deep breath. I’m making myself
extremely (f)lust
1) Any form – I am usually not fond of prose
2) 10 line minimum, 50 Line Max
3) No Names
4) No poems from any of my previous contests
5) Poems uploaded to PS on 10.07.15 or earlier
6) Avoid Homophone errors *
7) Avoid Cliches *
8) Correct spelling *
1)Yeah, I know that's how it goes
2)The guy don't like no proses
3)and 9 lines, he tells me ain't enough
4)He says don't write my name, but he knows it all the same
5)and my past poems I guess were kinda rough
6)Now I'm a bit confused, homophones I can't abuse !
7)This poem must be written last week ?
8)A cliche comes to mind, and I can spell it out in sign
9)But if I do I think he's gonna freak
Thanks Rob for the inspiration---you know I'm just kidding but you can still screw me, LOL
Into the solar system
Outreaching myself
Intense grief, mourning
Into cake and wedding dress
Galvanized poorly, the rust
About to topple into ochre
Coated stardust glittering
As we discover the truth
Not enough good, oh but for better
For worse, for years, for a fool
Like me and her, a mirror image
A replacement, a damnation
Creeping over stocking tops
There is not enough bleach in the world
To coat the filthy soul you smuggle
Into orbit, my anger now exceeding
The speed of light, the Titanic
To the iceberg, one way trip
A government secret, a conspiracy
Anything at all to wipe away your guilt
And stardust glittering on her face
Leaving retched little Laika to
Smother in the agony of ignorance
Huddle with me for precious warmth
How I could set a man on fire
The tongue is sharp, cutting through
The web of lies, deceit, conterfeit
Forgiveness plagiarized in pamphlets
Set across the universe, the guilt
You should be feeling, burning up in Betelgeuse
Oh for heavens and constellations spell it out
Every dog has their day, but some draw the shortest of the straws
I mean it can't be that hard huh?
Your eyes are as beautiful as a sunset in July.
Listen babe I just wanna lay you down,
Kiss those tender lips,
Caress those hands in mine,
Get tangled in the sheets,
Massage the back that's sore,
Clean your dishes while you're at work.
Cook you dinner while you're at the office.
Listen honey, you know who you are?
I'll spell it in these next verses.
Average looking legs,
Least I can say I love the eyes,
You're always running through my head!
See the look in my eyes,
Still up to have rough sex stoned?
All I really wanna do is watch movies naked!
Did you figure it out?
No?
Yes?
No?
Oh okay.
I'm not gonna spell it out again.
Just remember baby your smile is always fresh on my mind.
You could be playing me for a fool,
However a fool is smarter than the wise man.
Or something like that.
"It's not the size of the dog In the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog!"
-unknown.
Dear future wife,
Listen babe sometime or another we should really claim some property, or something?
I was thinking I'll take the ass last and **** first?
It's alright everything in Florida is flat I was more turned on by the sexy eyes when you gave me that snarling get back stare.
Your sexy legs drive me wild,
Do me a favor grab my balls make sure I'm still breathing!
I do not know your name...how should I call you?
Though I call you with the name of my choice...you will not be aware of it
Everyone knows that name
Hearing that name once will keep me wide awake
Everyday...thinking of you makes me excited
With my immense affection...I will encompass you
He's a young lad
He is handsome
I liked him
Your name is a warm ray of sun
Lips that spells it are sweet as honey
You are mistaken if you think you are the sun
The name is a playful winter
Hearing it will surge my heart
If you think you are a river...you are mistaken
It's not a stone that does not move...nor a ferocious tiger that scares
Whatever is your name...it can be found out
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?
It's a very big name...it's difficult to spell it out
The letters of the name are countless
It's a very small name...that can be spelt in a second
There is no language that can describe the meaning of that name
As I spell that name with my lips
With the purity of english, it is sprinkling the sweetness of honey
Should I reveal that name which pairs with mine beautifully?
Dreams…
Vague and Pure
Pieces of Miseries
Sad but Obscure
Dream of the wrong person
Live trying to be in the right.
Close your eyes shut
Sequel of puzzled dreams
You owe them explanations.
They can’t pay with a rewind.
Love is endless
Could be a river of sins
Or a plateau of pretensions.
How could I spell it out?
When my heart’s dry.
I once dream
T’was once a fantasy
I made it reality.
Walk Past like a nightmare
Now I reminisce with a bottle of LIGHT
Here’s to a box of life
Only escaping in dreams
Fear tied the realist
Close thy eyes til’ the innocents awake.
How can I spell it out?
Losing someone you never had
To see him without meeting
To talk to him with words you don’t want to hear
Has it been this difficult?
I’m emptied after I poured myself to a bottomless cup
I’ve hoped for the moments that aren’t bound to happen
This feeling, to walk away without passing
When will this end?
To not do anything and still feel exhausted
To kiss a frog and disappear
To be hurt and have no authority to feel so
Why?
Never better, never been well
I’m digging through a puddle of mishaps
I can’t let this pain be on a playlist
I will start over. Won’t look. Won’t even hover.
Bums are funny, I don't know why
giggling 'til I nearly cry-
Silly nicknames are so much fun
like tuchis, tail, rump or buns
Some are dainty, sweet or cutesy
like heinie, cheeks, and petootsie
Timid hinting at their meanings
“back-end”, “behind”... backward leanings
While some are spunky, full of sass
like keister, bum, or tush, (or ass)
Posterior and derriere
both spell it out with quite a flair!
But buttocks, butt, or plain “backside”
bare it all- with nothing to hide
Haunches, hindquarters, can or seat
the list goes on without repeat...
Rear-ends, bottoms, duffs, full moons
all leave me laughing like a loon!
Sometimes fear can catch our tongues
Keeping truths enclosed
Barring words to pass the lips
Words leaving us exposed
And maybe that's what's safer
Than what I'm about to do
But we only get one life to live
And in my life, I want you
You've been inside my heart now
For a long time, but I've been
Afraid that it was just me
Just a dream that I was in
But then you came and touched me
And the feelings came alive
But I've still kept them quiet
Waiting for the perfect time
But time keeps ticking past us
And perfect, time is not
And life goes on without you here
And this isn't what I want
You won't believe how great you are
Well when you're viewed by me
You're really unbelievable
I just wish that you would see
I've seen you become a man
In the years you've been around
I've seen you go through many things
Seen you be up, and then down
I've seen you fight for who you love
I've seen you win and loose
I've seen you go through hard things
I've seen you have to choose
I've seen how you remember
Little silly things each day
That means so much more to me
Than I could even say
I know we come from different worlds,
But thats alright by me
I know that there are obstacles
Probably more than I could see
I think I'd go a thousand miles
If I could end up in your arms
You see, you broke through my hearts barriers
Leaving me disarmed
As many things as you are
One thing that you're without
Is eyes to see how much I care
I guess I'll have to spell it out
My heart wants to be with you
For us to have our chance at love
And maybe it would work out
To be all we've both dreamed of
There is a saying being that- a single tear is worth a thousand words.
Now if only the water that has been dropped upon this page could just,
turn into letters, thus spelling out the reason behind them being shed.
You just missed it, it went past your soul, it stopped to say hello, was just a faint whisper delivered on the breeze, it was only for your delectation to consume as you please. Let me explain what you missed, a fleeting glimpse of a kiss an act to attract your attention a reaching out to tell you I love you. Heck you missed it what am I to do? How can I tell you?, how do I spell it out? How do I expose my love to your endearing soul?
Can you hear the real me inside this lost vessel, a body consumed by experience and time? Please look closer let our arms entwine, inside me is a cauldron of burning desire for you my love, let our hearts conspire to an everlasting union fuelled by the burning fire inside. Here it comes again the message I deliver sent with passion and determination, I say again I love you whispered with the intent of a powerful nation of resurgent forces acting as one.
Did you hear it ? She smiles the soft focus of a smile, her lips close in for the thrill of the lingering kiss, she said “ I didn't miss it, I heard every word, just wanted you to reinforce your feelings, over again, and when you tell me I feel more contained, hold me closer, don't let it end”. The world stands still time stops moving people pass by as if arranged on slow motion replay, the day has just turned out the best. She said “remember the faint whisper is more powerful than you think, it's everlasting, it's ours”.
We talked unknownst to each other, that,
All hell would break loose.
What could possibly come of two talking in harmony?
Us, filmy for a film even,
Shattered beyond cry or wail.
Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige
The value of milk spilt resurfaces only then,
And crying for lost value,
Is it a vestigial adage too?
After all, none can rue when they have what they crave,
Two people desperate for each other,
One voluntarily cocooning, the other involuntarily so,
Nothing of what we had felt fake,
Though people make it out to be.
Trust, on which everything should be based so,
Even that ensured,
Neither of us get why each of us is separate.
All four desperately wanting the other,
Too egoistic to spell it out
And yet still confined,
And shackled to persons they bear less of the love to,
Or is that false?