Best Spurning Poems
My incubus, dark visitor,
draining my love by night,
spurning the day;
Yours is the shadow time when
hypnotic kisses
declare love and make promises
that dissolve with
approaching dawn.
My lover, my vampire,
shed night's mantle
and share with me the day.
Face the sun
if you dare.
Categories:
spurning, allegory, dream, gothic, lust,
Form:
Verse
Dancing breezes
Bursts of sun
Crisp apple autumn day
Leaves twirl upwards with a flourish
Spurning twigs that yearn to cling
Lovers pass by, their laughter lingers
Dark clouds obscure the sun
Colors change to shadows blurred
Gone is the beauty in the rust and gold
Longing is found in the chill as the sky surrenders
One drop of rain falls and a lonely blackbird takes wing
Windblown and cold
I breathe in your sweater's scent
Never more
Will you reach out to intercept
A falling leaf
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Collaboration between Sharon Weimer and Carrie Richards
for Debbie Guzzi's "Twining" contest
Categories:
spurning, death, natureautumn,
Form:
Rengay
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
Categories:
spurning, satire,
Form:
Terza Rima
Great
Teaching
Requires a
Desire burning
Not a mere paycheck
To be earning--
Not Spurning
You or
Me!
Our
Teacher
Engages Minds
And Hearts As One
Bringing together
All Class Members
Challenging
You and
Me!
Categories:
spurning, class, desire, heart, teacher,
Form:
Ninette
-- Re: Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --
What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse? Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.
Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister. Positively looming;enormous in brown. Brown,
in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice,
quiet beside her. Quiet; always, Alice. Alice always.
And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.
Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.
Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.
Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude; Gertie, to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.
Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.
Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude
at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.
And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de Fleurus. Not at 27
After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo. But there was Alice.
Alice was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.
(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.
And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!
And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.
Alice next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein.
Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice always.
And a great Gertrude. A great brown Gertrude. A leviathan.
A passing ship; a great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.
A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice,
just Gertie.
Categories:
spurning, art, dedication, devotion, history,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The gates open at twilight
Gates for the strong, lost at night
The keeper sees everyone that passes by
Through the gates of brass and willoughby
Tormented souls bereft of sight
Under the curse of stolen moonlight
Outside the gates are flooded by roohu ghosts
A brouhaha of wandering cluster posing as hosts
Uninvited by the shining keeper
Howling like bitten preys of the ripper
Blinded by nebulous smoke that quells
Spurning unworthy spirits under spells
The keeper bolster the burnished gates of the knight
Left are girded soldiers groping for light
When the gates opened
The keeper questioned the strong soldiers of faith:
"Why are you all blind?!..."
Soldiers cried, "We were deceived by angels of false faith behind"
"I just opened your eyes...
Keep your faith in Thee and reach for the skies!"
Categories:
spurning, faith,
Form:
Narrative
Peacefully
staying in her banked walls
during warm days of spring and summer,
she surges in a savage rage in November,
spurning man's feeble efforts to rein her wildness,
she tumbles across the fertile land.
Nature bows down to the
wild river.
Categories:
spurning, river,
Form:
Verse
Once to love, much to tears; denotes the journey
Throughout the years; to find the space, the
Special time, mankind pursues with plans designed
Unsure is oft.' there are ways and falls, spurning the proffered
Doubting all.' In passing thought I cast opine
Let chance into play, ere the curtains fall..'
Categories:
spurning, appreciation, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge.
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm and sure,
Spurning your chances to,
Remark upon my togs.
Your bare coat at no time results,
In you objecting, should I open a window or two?
You never shudder or tremble.
Sometimes I hear you brush,
Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.
Never do you interrupt as I prattle,
On and on and on and on,
About frivolous issues.
I furnish you with drink,
As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour.
Categories:
spurning, analogy, best friend, care,
Form:
Free verse
PARABLE IN AN ODE.
My muse guides me to compose,
A Parable in an Ode.....
Once was driving on sodden roads,
Automobile went into overload,
Smoke emissions from transmission,
To car jam I did not give permission,
Dialled Roadside assist on my mobile phone,
Ages passed, standing by side of road,
Then along drove helpful mechanic guy,
Fixed my wheels, waved goodbye.
I drove again, wheels were turning,
Economising forever I am spurning,
Thought of this parable in an Ode,
"Always pay annual fee for assistance on the Road!!!"
Categories:
spurning, adventure, car, funny, happy,
Form:
Blank verse
retourne
Fully relying on God's sovereign grace,
spurning no more what she knows is His light,
Joyce has made a pledge - let God set the pace.
He'll help her win though she runs without sight.
Spurning no more what she knows is His light,
quickly renouncing all "right" to success,
gaining the courage God brings to this fight,
mission's ordained she once prayed He’d suppress.
Joyce has made a pledge - let God set the pace,
lifted in heart, she is filled with suspense.
Trusting His perfect support, she will face
mocking rejection from some on the fence.
He'll help her win though she runs without sight
welcoming limits, esteeming God's cost.
He'll track the course; she’ll depend on his might
awed by the treasure which she might have lost.
31 Jan 2015
for Judy Konos, Write a Poem contest
after reading Joyce Johnson's poems: Faith Is a Wonderful Thing and God's Wonders
Categories:
spurning, blessing, faith, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Life as with dreams will never last.
The Sun our star had always shone,
Until the final Arctic blast.
We nailed our colours to the mast.
Spurning peace, brought Armageddon.
Life, as with dreams will never last.
Atomic fusions overcast,
Our seasons fading colours, wan.
Until the final Arctic blast.
Now what remains is in the past
Those deepest thoughts,we look upon,
Life, as with dreams will never last.
That distant star now waning fast.
It's fleeting embers flicker on,
Until the final Arctic blast..
Denying that the die was cast.
Mankind had crossed the Rubicon.
Life, as with dreams will oniy last
Until the final Arctic blast.
Categories:
spurning, war,
Form:
Villanelle
Resolutions
New Year’s resolutions
are meant to be broken
as soon as we realize
that deprivation and muscle strain
are not our natural state,
and that a comforted body
yields placidity of mind.
The Relationship
I can only think of you
with exasperation
at the challenging mix
of slick and stinging ways
that make you
my cactus.
The Passing of the Day
In the moment that sunlight shrivels
the day rebukes me
for wallowing in the known
and hiding in the comfortable,
for spurning those inappropriate,
and dodging alien ideas.
But the night reassures me,
with a recorded manifesto
that I already know by heart.
I can shutter my soul,
and face tomorrow’s day
knowing it will be unchanged.
Falling Away
Love is stepped cliffs
Of willingness to suffer.
Sheer drops from obsession to indifference.
The tiny mesa top holds less than a score
For whom I would give up my self.
Then a free fall to friends and relatives
Who are given affection and time
And a precipice further down
Acquaintances are doled out words.
And at chasm bottom are strangers
Who receive pro forma prayers and grudged money.
It’s impossible to love all of humanity
When I merely like myself.
Categories:
spurning, allegory, confusion, depression, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
They marched past my lane warriors all
Smart green fatigues, mirthful soldiers tall,
Hats inclined, their buttons shining bright
Boots drumming into a warming light,
Young hearts harking to their nation’s call.
I laud mother’s who have given birth
To lads seeking a heavenly berth,
Spurning their tomorrows’ for others
Courting death for sake of their brothers,
They are but heavens’ glory on earth.
They melted into that day of June
Unsung heroes in a blazing noon,
Cheered by townsfolk bidding them goodbye
Packing them to battle fields to die,
Their wreaths being readied as festoon.
Their bravery in battles I read
On alien soil they lay and bled,
Spilling pure blood of mothers’ somewhere –
Whose tears of valour only pride can bear,
Their flesh ceded to the land of dead.
O’ History on your pages I smote
That heavens’ pen this bloodied note,
Of unsung heroes who gave their breath
Quartered their flesh at altars of death,
Patriots for whom praises it quote.
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Categories:
spurning, patriotic, soldier,
Form:
Ode
-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-
Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith in blisters and burning streams
Shameful saunters in billowing blight
Hereto haunters with pillowing plight
Weep and wither betwixt a bawling bloom
Seep shall deliver amidst a falling fume
Expel and deliver for the morning's bright
Swell and shiver for the swarming's night
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Categories:
spurning, addiction, dark, depression, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme