Best Steeling Poems
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
spinning helplessly
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
twinkling, twitching;
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
Lost Soul - Troubled Spirit
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Melanie !!!, Melanie !!!, Melanie !!!
What has taken you to the edge ???, again !!!
What is dragging you into that abyss ???
Why are you slipping back into that black hole ???
What is it ??? causing you such pain !!!
What is it ??? we are seeming to miss !!!,
that is ripping you apart, steeling your soul !!!
From this self-destructive behavior, you need to refrain !!!
You need to get beyond !!!, find some bliss !!!
Find some answers, come to know
the amount of stress, the amount of strain
you are inflicting within your body, for you can kiss
it all goodbye if you soon do not let it all go !!!
B. J. “A ” 2 - Dad
December 29th 2015
I’m always there, the mask of bravery
steeling your spine,
fixing a smile on your face
Then suddenly I turn and
I’m the Protector,
claws slashing
teeth snarling
Then the Comforter,
soft and soothing
Then the Sentinel
stoically keeping guard
with the Brave mask not far,
...not far
lingering below the surface
Sometimes you feel
you’ve worn this mask of Bravery
so long it won’t come off,
and you wonder,
Where is the Dreamer?
The Poet?
The Child?
The wild impulsive Spirit?
They’re here...
Just waiting for you.
Be Brave
....change the Mask.
TDR
3-3-2010
I am grieved to my core,
Is there purity anymore?
I am dodging bullets all day,
While my friends are slipping away
A dark sheet covers the eyes of man
I am living in a desolate land
The New World Order
Is steeling our sons and daughters
The god of this age
Is in a vile rage
Words are wondering in the breeze
Mankind is in a Freeze
Only you can make this right,
Only you can give me might,
Bleed out all this sorrow
Secure my tomorrow
Silence all this noise
Help me keep my poise,
The uncertainty has got me hazy,
And I know you’re not crazy,
Vindicate me, in this mess
Forgive the lies, I must confess
Evil peace is floating around
I can hear its revolting sound
As long as I’m in you
You’ll protect my every move
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow.
By: Sabina Nicole
There I stood, barely nine
as he was taken in the light of day.
A prisoner of fate was I, given no sign,
to witness his limp body bruised lay,
yet as adult walked away from his shrine.
There I stood, steeling my stance
for the sake of my silence
as children mocked, giving no chance.
From solitude I drew my resilience
and gave no second glance.
Me and you meeting for the first time;
both wanting something as rare as a solar eclipse,
and the stars in the day time,
Blame it on the moon,
for it will consume are light for a moment or two,
who new that on November the 3rd 2013 there will surly be a real solar eclipse,
this girl is rare as it, and as real as the darkness in the day time,
she shines like the north star,
reminds of this solar eclipse steeling the light away from me,
only coming around once in a new moon kinda time this girls timing is perfect,
Blame it on the moon light in the day time, the alcohol in the night
that fish patiently wait
at interface of water and fate
burping bubbles for their troubles
water bugs and mosquitoes
unwilling, unsettling for nibbling placebos
acting on a deeper, more hungry drive
to ascend today, eager to stay alive
jaws set wide for voracious consumption
sweet thorax collapses to juicy bite
hooked into a jarring compunction
steeling the air now, a painful insight
to bait, to fish, to hunger, to wish
to fish, to bait, to consume, to sate
ichthyes pisces, jumpin' Jehovah might these
waggin' winged fins fly these troubles away
jumpin' the air and pulling the lines
hard to believe that the mettle redefines
the parts played of the hunter and hunted
penetrating mistakes are now confronted
shoulda looked at bit harder towards a bait
to now spit out this damned curved harpoon
at any rate, it's beyond meaningful debate
escaping unlikely - freedom inopportune
panning to sky, maybe panned over fire
maybe that end ain't so bad after all
peckishly satiating lifes consuming desire
fish for a fisherman so that life takes all
© Goode Guy 2013-06-19
The white leather creaks
As damp pith breathes
Thin and strong
Against a solemn sky.
As branches again take
Punishment from northern winds
The trunk stands firm
Steeling itself for the assault ahead.
Straight despite the brutish
Harsh and relentless gusts
The leather flakes and peels
Like a snake shedding skin.
Ready for the new birth
Another year is coming
A cycle of the earth and sun,
Rain, wind, snow, all will befall it.
Evermore the silver birch
A symbol of strength through adversity
Stands tall with smoke like branches
Ready to add another ring to its life.
They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12
Sunlight peaks across my room…
Unfinished thoughts still do loom…
Like paper rain ideas are scattered and overcast…
In a four walled world I breathe behind cracked glass…
Inhaling my own solitude and peace…
Where inspiration can slowly release…
I peek outside just for a glance…
Steeling views of color and romance…
My walls now painted from inside to out…
Where mystery is removed along with doubt…
More Horn Humdrum KISS Poems
Will have total, complete trust in my security
Once I know it does not have a single impurity.
When with God I want to increase my appeal
More to Him should pray while I will kneel.
Harder and harder have tried and tried
More and more pride will feel inside.
When sips starts turning to bottles of wine
Will end up in a position that is supine.
Supine to many is laying low and down
Having been funny is like being a clown.
Some who suffer from foot in mouth disease
They never learned how to say pretty please.
People to me who are the most provoking
Are fools who around I find to be joking.
What if I were to provoke a thought
Most politicians would say I better not.
Might be able to get down to more specifics
If handwriting didn't look like hieroglyphics.
The more your ego is swaggering and strutting,
Final conclusion could cause much head butting.
If all of my great opinions it weren't for
We'd be miles apart on a distant shore.
Of all to me that would be God's greatest gift
Would be thought of not having another RIF.
(Reduction In Force.)
God's commandments must be kept in force
And make sure that nature can take her course.
With nature should always stay out of her way
And around with her Mother we better not play.
When we found that her body was a la natural
Everything sure seemed to be so satisactual.
Nose around in people's business like rhinoceros
And bills you surely propose will be preposterous.
When you have hurt many people's feelings instead
Will cause more tears to be shed while lying in bed.
If you should start steeling away into the night
Back home you will end and probably might.
By not giving, God's rule surely have broken
Which He told me was His one and only golden.
If I ironically were to horde and illegally exempt
In which court could I ever be held in contempt.
Why would God allow a fighting duel,
Between two politicians with a loose tool.
Enough is enough and need I write more
Especially if I know you are keeping score.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Expecting storm clouds to pass
dreaming of greatness
bobbing back and forth...
hoping for lots of power ups
feeling kinda seasick
sharpening senses...
happily smiling
thinking about cheese
staying confident...
shuttling electrons
feeling upbeat about chances
wondering what "Zuma" means...
reviewing Tiki knowledge
anticipating fun...
passing time while storm clouds pass
contemplating the majesty of nature
wishing for a pony...
floating points...
burping uncontrollably
steeling self for challenge
considering strategy
sizing up the situation
A mettle rusted, made with custom stale,
My talent’s sheen with circulation’s passed;
A faultless ace in one’s own face may fail,
So truth in beauty, beauty truth are cast.
A work upon a hundredth scan grows old,
And each successive glance does dim the gleam;
My words, gems precious wrought, are costly sold,
Once sharp, now blunt; my eyes false diamonds deem.
But in this view, I’m happily reminded
That through your pictured lens I’m tempered fresh;
Your iris heralds me to me unblinded,
A rainbow filter smelting steeling mesh.
This old sword’s new when in your gaze I’m eyed:
All else, say else; know not no naught they’ve lied.
Please don't take
What's not yours
Because I need it
And don't think
Your welcome to
What is mine
I've worked hard
Earning all
These sad feelings
And I'm steeling memories and time
I'm steeling memories
One string at a time
It cries out with heartache
It bends and it whines
This old Emmons pulls
And it pushes real fine
So please take your memories
Cause I'm steeling mine
Tomorrow she said
I would be
Over her
That pain goes away
And So does the hurt
But I know
the reason
I love rhythms and rhyme
It's because
I steel memories
One note at a time
I'm steeling memories
One string at a time
It cries out with heartache
It bends and it whines
My old Marlen pulls
and releases with time
The heartaches and sadness
That still live
In my mind
I sat down at my 10 string
Grabbed my pedal and slide
I used my many heartaches
To make each of them cry
So please don't you steal
What I feel is mine
As I pour out the heartache
On that E9
Don't feel for my heartache
Cause I'll be just fine
I'm steeling memories.....
Cause you'll never be mine...
Alexander Pearce, you won’t know the name
And you’ll gag when you find out his claim to fame
He was sent to Australia for steeling some shoes
According to Ireland’s 1819 crime news
Ended up in Port Author but got out on bail
Drunk and disorderly so it’s back into jail
Recalcitrant convicts were sent then to an isle
Just west of Tasmania in lieu of a trial
Escape from Tasmanian prison he did
Eight escapees in the wilderness hid
They fought to survive with no water or food
Leaving eight ruthless guys in a murderess mood
So they made a pact, these desperate guys
To use as a meal, the next guy that dies
And wouldn’t you know it, when it got down to two
Alexander Pearce knew just what he had to do
In a battle of wits and an axe in his hand
Alexander Pearce was the last standing man
He ate what he could and appeared healthy, well fed
When he was captured and to Port Author led
Although he confessed and told them the truth
He went right back to prison, they needed some proof
Ninety days later, he escaped once again
With a guy named Cox who he found couldn’t swim
So there by the river Cox met his fate
And Alex, poor guy, had some more on his plate
So when he was caught (this is where you might gag)
They found human flesh in his shoulder pack bag
He said hang me now for I can’t resist
The taste of man’s flesh from ankle to wrist
So they granted his wish and they hung the young lad
The story is true, the story is sad
He was young, he was poor, and he paid his dues
All of this from a poor kid needing shoes