Best Squanders Poems
Immenseness of the contrast –
from blue eyes to red apples,
(we must stop apple picking!)
from smashed leg to a stone wall –
squanders the soft toys of time.
A peach colored queen lies in state
from centuries
to be buried in a golden casket.
Poverty of words,
hunts for the meaning, rhyme and consonance.
I drink darkness from the white lips.
Green eyes will find,
a sun at last.
The urn is broken.
The scented hairs cover my face –
tendrils of a brute fate.
A mutilated mirror will reflect the distorted history
of man, through the ages of dust
and wounds. The earth was riveting the god.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
squanders, art,
Form:
ABC
CHARITY
Oh! Charity
An entity to behold
I glare with compassion
My virtue of generosity.
Chaste is my goodwill.
Woe! be tide those squanders
Oh! The tears of the orphans!
Why shy away from them?
Could you not wear the same shoe someday?
As people suffer, I am sickened
As the beggars beg,
Who am I to stop my tears?
As the children Starve
My heart aches.
Where is thy compassion you men of little faith?
In totality
Comfort is what I bring
My naked kindness is what I offer
The flow of poverty I would obstruct
My advantage you can take,
Oh you disadvantaged one;
Nature would testify
I am your helping hand
Part of Gods light
Dry Your Tears
For I am CHARITY
And I am not FOR SALE.
Categories:
squanders, appreciation, care, devotion, sad,
Form:
Personification
Slant squanders seer
Quaint quarrels *****
Needs nimble near
Nice names need norms
Feed flowing form
Pitch proper prompt
Sensuous storms sow
Grow gracious glow
Blooming buzz blows
Release rich roar
Surging storms soar
Bear bounty's boar
Peace plunders pace
Search stellar space
Telling tales trace
Blizzard blows blind
Sound signals sign
Feel fumbling finds
Fill floating feel
Search spacious seal
Mind missing meal
Joy juggles jam
Tease tramples tramp
Romp revamps ramp
Tour travels tempt
Deep distance dam
Seek spacious stamp
Leon Enriquez
06 Feb 2014
Singapore
Categories:
squanders, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
Turn me on animator
I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases
Will you play one for us tonight
If we promise to forget the plate glass?
Will you pick the noise from the silence?
The further the wager squanders,
My smile leaps across the maritime prospect
The mission trips along the ridges of my shoulders
My headlights are on, my reflector beam on low
Yesterday’s a question I haven’t posed yet
Tomorrow’s waiting on the best guess
Tonight I am whatever’s left
Piece of mind, pick of time
This statue won’t let off the reigns of my melancholia
Howbeit the masterful spinning plates of laughter lacerate my intention for breath
With words that I used to know...
Used to call my own
Used to be all I'd known
Turn me on an animator
The chalk fills the lining of the outside
Move out, move loud, move clout on the ground
Don’t make a sound
Christen the forest with your
Jig-step into the next house;
Rabbit hole off the attic bunk
Take a holiday and bring us back some lunch
Masks on ladies and gentlemen,
We’re walking on hands-free off the surface of the sun
Categories:
squanders, adventure, beauty, me,
Form:
Free verse
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Whatever Weekend
Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,
As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted to the bird's melodies,
I travailed the character of it,
Simple yet well organized,
Amongst the laughter, ere rumored whisper,
Neath a yellow sky, midst squinting eyes,
Masses traverse and heed a rise to prosper,
Yonder the verdant meadow rest,
Spreads of marigolds and violet folds,
Concerts of pleasantries and greets confess,
A myriad of countless told's,
Ere me, couples digress,
In accompany of solitude,
Tis a time out that be abreast,
A sea of people floats a multitude,
Be it so accordingly,
As time drifts in emptied homes,
Consequently, there is aplenty,
As crowds trends above the loams,
A tad of clouds sparse the sky,
Disperses a legion directly afoot,
The grassland, not shade as far one espy,
Groups forward motion advances e'er square foot,
Gleaming sunrays whips into action,
Clouds impart a rainbow into the landscape,
As they convert into a diminutive and fade into a fraction,
And a colorful fancy fulfills a dreamscape,
The call of an afternoon squanders the present,
As Sun of a constant drops e'er so slightly,
Fingered flip-flops drape backsides, marks a day well-spent,
Chorale of winged birds past a flung open door, gradually,
As dusk crowned heaven undresses the night,
And a sequined of stars sparkle a whirling, whereat,
Slumberous thoughts transpire while well-kept dreams ignite,
Midnight's slide into a twilight that trips into dawn's golden chariot.
2020 February 22
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT Y ,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Categories:
squanders, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Our sire from the heavens spoke and spat into oblivion.
His seed cultivated an egg that speedily mated in bed.
Abundant life in never ending cycles,
adamant Wives would spell disasters.
The lost children will forever search,
the sires beginnings could never be reached.
Mother earth remains and seldom complains.
Till the diggers broke lanes to her very veins.
Precious parts plundered in terrible squanders.
Her young had developed their mothers new habits.
Coughing and erupting in sores and destruction.
The more took by whoring kings and crooks.
Every infection had reactions to this attraction.
Can we survive?whilst our mother surely dies!
Categories:
squanders, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
They lie forming in his freezer,
stashed away and in repose,
they always see the daylight,
like an arbiter who knows
his preference for Ripple rocks,
the liquor's almost gone,
alcohol's his habit
and he always drinks alone.
Spending all his welfare dough
on substitutes for nourishment,
the cheapest brands, with shaking hands,
he squanders his entitlement.
Simple, yet so complicated,
pain and sorrow flow as fast
as liquid off a penguin's back,
until the die be cast.
Funny how some frozen water
helps the medicine go down,
his addiction, takes the lonesome
out of longing as he drowns.
Categories:
squanders, losslonging,
Form:
Quatrain
Daytime Somnambulism
How haunting the loss
When one squanders consciousness
Soul to surface
Dreams of dances unrealized
Oh how tempting
This somnambulistic space we possess
Where unlived experience resides
Intimidated by actuality
Hidden in shackled prisons of vagary
Fearful of breath-held reality
Sadly
Too many walk this realm of un-being
Where shadowed innocence lingers
But to offer ever so subtle lessons
Where self respect
Grants liberty of soul
How sublime exploratory stumbling
Where light and darkness
Ignore separation
Respecting one another's captivity
One foot ahead of the other
Becoming all that we are
Even as naysayers
Bellow "Beware!"
Step
Dive
Forget the risk
Be the dream's dreamer
Let pass the cautions
Lest we forget
Sleep walkers by day
Represent but craven journeys
Going needlessly nowhere
Categories:
squanders, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
It is a feeling, it is a place; it is a thought, it is a masterful race
It's often been said, "you don't miss it 'til it's gone."
Many young and old travel this path and sadly, they are left feeling alone
Money can't buy it, a thieving man can't steal it; a sick man yearns for it, an unenlightened man squanders it
Simply irreplaceable on this earthly plane is this hallowed place
Voluminous beatitude of mind, body and spirit
You can't win it; you can't fake it
You can lose it, so it's prudent that you choose it
Supreme potency, vibrancy and expectancy hover greatly as the 'big wheel' turns
No masquerading, skating or eluding principle
Just standing upright on the power of this mighty throne
Categories:
squanders, appreciation, beauty, blessing, courage,
Form:
Free verse
The Answer Was There
It's clearly winter, time that we splinter, solely be discontent,
in droves, we amass, divides lads and lass, beg peers disorient,
Lurch therefrom harshly, cannot dredge clearly, fastened in misery,
pulls ironed anvil, likes worthless cavil, reason meets mystery,
Season of goodwill, nay I, faced the chill, shut doors as none will chance,
a bed waits for dawn, as tears will begone, adds to my song and dance,
Reach I from that cold, still share from my fold, I yield to its power,
chased in a corner, choked with dog's collar, unnerved till I cower,
Saunters aimlessly, swinging shamelessly, wondering mind wanders,
aching for answers, that plagues like cancers, a gem to swine squanders.
A beauty wrought face, remembers a place, the last bastion of hope,
small inkling survives, at some point arrives, she reels on a tightrope,
Still fraught by trouble, her world near rubble, rear pews emits solace,
a church she had found, few people around, unseen she prays for grace,
She fumbles for words, that splits into thirds, a crooked picture viewed,
eyes now tightly shut, she figures what's-what, her faith swiftly renewed,
Verse fell from above, her heart filled with love, her fallacy had gone,
her life be resolved, wrongdoing absolved, wayward past be withdrawn,
The first day reborn, no longer she'll mourn, ere her eyes opened wide,
His Father be praised, Son Jesus hath raised, Holy Ghost now her guide.
2021 March 22
Categories:
squanders, conflict, faith, hope, prayer,
Form:
Couplet
Dip the ladle into the soup,
Serve it up to the hungry group,
Eyes taking in every detail,
Looking down the trail,
Working out the story,
Shining in all its glory,
But sometimes hard to find,
Sometimes scrambling up the mind,
Beautiful flowing lines,
Rhymes show and shines,
Gliding across your mouth,
looking North, East, West and South,
As words fly away,
The warm feelings stay,
And your mind wanders,
Eventually it squanders,
And is lost from your memory,
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Categories:
squanders, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Life fragile
Throbbing within brittle bodies
At the same time fertile and sterile
Swimming in ebbing eddies
At the most unexpected moment
Fragility strikes a lung
Next inflicts on legs fragments of torment
So badly strung
A woe-struck woman weeps and weeps
Groaning and posing questions
Why pain, pesky pain, prodding pain sweeps
Through organ, tissue and cell sections
Incapacitating, disabling, debilitating
Rendering vitality weak
Smashing, slashing, soaking, stealing
Signs of stamina and succor quick
Sometimes in intensive care
Where souls land without a brand
Wondering why this acidic affair
Occurs which lives can’t understand
When into their modest routines pain comes along
Inflicting, inviting, inciting misery
On the weak and the strong whose song strikes a gory gong
With or without a celery
Lives concluding
Whether the breath of life
Squanders time conjecturing
Which glad or sad song to play on the fife
‘Tis unfair, I hold
For life tricks to play
Joy, justice and jingle to withhold
As streams of pains waylay
While with bated breath relatives in wait fret
Wonder what the point is
For life to pose a threat
Through incapacity, debility, illness and disease.
Categories:
squanders, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell.
Democrats and Republicans have marched us straight into hell.
And just as Jesus, in predicting the End Times, did say ~
this will all happen before the current generation passes away.
As nations rise against nations, and America squanders its laurel wreath,
there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Categories:
squanders, america, angst, dark, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
on this wonderful earth
from our birth to the death
unfortunately,
we are travelling with worthless faith on the path,
we are moving quite crazy by being lazy,
omitting the truth,
that is hiding beneath our breath
changing wonders to squanders,
going and glowing without actual growing
with a sound war between the health and the wealth
struggling for happiness
searching the sign and rhyme of fullfillness to full illness,
congesting for the longest quest of life with many surprising twists,
turned the life mystical test with the absence of rest.
Categories:
squanders, anger, anxiety, confidence, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is all a blur,
the hopes, the dreams, the goals
wishes upon wishes whether real or imagined
illusions, intrusions, confusions
love's conquered...love's lost
exhalations, miscalculations, adulations
"life is but a dream"...until it isn't
fragments of thoughts start on lonely highways
tear stained shirts are worn on the edge of night
time capsules are buried at the end of the byways
whether decisions were wrong or right
in the blink of an eye
life rushes across the stage to hit its mark
and plays in every scene
squanders and excepts every emotion's outcry
etched in the face... until the curtain drops
and the lamplights turn dark and spent
leaving the sweat of time dripping upon the ground
left to vanish in recollected lament
of how quick it all was
4/27/18
" life is but a dream" song row row row your boat
Categories:
squanders, life,
Form:
Free verse