Best Steels Poems
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A Mother's Love, Steels Her To Infinite Faith And Sacrifice
She cooked breakfast, got her kids off to school
took a brief rest on her favorite stool,
watched through front window as life flew on by
always and always, asking herself why,
dreams came but were rarely ever fulfilled
even hot summer days, her soul was chilled.
She prepared lunch, so delicious for two
even tho' where he was she had no clue,
out that window she saw sun beaming bright
he had gone so far away, out of sight,
dreams came, but his needed return did not
still a prayer said for what she has got.
She cooked another meal, kids must be fed
her heart crying, is he alive or dead,
not knowing, was a deep pain of its own
hurts eating deeper in her aching bones,
dreams they came, washing dark with lonesome night
she felt the weariness of her sad plight.
She saw the bus stop, her kids piling out
her daughter beautiful, her son so stout,
racing home, they both laughing all the way
she thanking God for yet another day,
her dreams came, her spirit asked yet again
why did he leave them, please God do explain.
Days chores done, all over her body ached
pray she with her deep faith, none of it faked
a quick shower then off to get some rest
in bed wondering, have I done my best
her dreams sang softly, this shall one day end
then your blessings, divine mercy will send.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( In Tribute )
( A Mother's Sacrifice, Her Love, Brave And So True )
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I find myself
In this room
Where flames of passion
Dance
Within a hearth
That steels my heart
With just a single glance
Where from a glowing
Candle a bra
Set in tiers of three
I see reflections
Of a thousand
Crystal memories
As it stands upon
A shawl of antique lace
Draped across the shoulder
Of the Grand that waits
With a rose of ruby red
Laid across her waiting bed
Of keys of ebony and ivory
Waiting for the hands
That with love
will understand
The ink spots
On the yellowed sheets.
Inspired by a painting by J. Gibson
that hangs above my desk where I write.
I have spent many hours in this painting.
It is a place I go for peace and comfort.
Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's Ekphrasis contest
Slain lies the heart of innocence, a vanquished warrior
Of passions flame, melted is his shield of honor, this
Gladiator whom sacrifices all for pleasures desire.
Cutting deeply, do the knives of betrayal, leaving raw
Wounds exposed to the chilling air, of sorrows fallen
Hero, whom elups forth crimson tears of emotional
Regrets, in this arana of the broken hearted lovers.
Steels weapon of faith, melts in the weakened
Hand, as strenetith medusa turns upon him, shifting
Him unto the stone heart of loves lost soul, leaving
Behind a monument of gray.
The concurred romantic ceases, the last true bard
Writes no more, this lytrical man journies through
The valley’s of the shadowed heart, clinging upon
The light of hope, yet unarmoured this soldier
Battles blindly in the dark.
Maidens fall before him, kneeling, yielding,
Their inner being unto him, but the reddest
Rose petals possed before him turn blackish,
Unto his memory of faded elegance.
The wind still whispers her name in the
Darkness, the stilled frangrace lingers upon
The breeze, the softness of her fleshes coreses
Lies beyond his warmth finger tips.
But one another worthy shield maiden will
Revive this fallen foe, and no force in heaven
Or in hell shall separate these beating souls.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I walk along the narrow precipice, so close to the edge
trying to remember the ones I love and keep them near,
grasping to hold on to them before I fall from the ledge.
Their strength gives me comfort. I will not yield to fear.
Cherished memories of my past keep me stable and alert.
Moments shared, things we said, serve as my safety rope.
I swear to be relentless in my fight to never feel the hurt
of emotional pains and drains. Love is my greatest hope.
I've been walking on life's journey, loved ones at my side,
Each step taken has been a new chapter, honestly penned.
Tears of joy and laughter, and of sorrows I've often cried,
but I'm guided by the light of those upon whom I depend.
My melancholy memories are tonic to my heart and mind.
To them I cling tightly so I'll never leave my past behind.
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May my soul never bow to darkest fear and deep regret
or cower to the darkness that sends me its great pains.
I will hold onto love's great treasures and never forget,
the love, depth and beauty of my long life's sweet gains.
I fear not my untimely losses and later any sad good-bye,
for life gave its treasures and blessings so very deep,
that I hold not enough tears for such a massive, great cry.
Light defends me against darkness however slow it may creep.
A great ending may follow my sojourn in this dark cave-
For my heart now embraces life and its promised reward,
for the faith and forgiveness that our dear Lord gave,
steels my resolve, although the losses may be very hard!
My walk will be down a long dark corridor that engulfs me.
Yet Light and faith will be reward as my soul flies away free!
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January 10th, 2016
Collaboration of Robert Lindley and Lin Lane
My thanks to you, Robert, for inspiring the birth of these two
sonnets through your poem: 'Restlessly, I Will Rise.'
Watts gnu
Asked Sou
Knot much
Said Dutch
Ewe're late
Four date
Takes walk
Small talk
Tries hug
Slugs mug
Steels kiss
Near miss
Street car
Two bar
Byes bier
Ayes blear
Holds hand
Grate band
Lets dance
Know chance
Yew're drunk
Yew punk
He heaves
She leaves
Head tossed
Git lost
Sou miffed
Left swift
Ewe're tight
Good nite
I never planned to walk along the beach today…
Now I am glad my mind steered me this way…
Watching him sit there, lost in thought…
Evoked emotions, I was completely overwrought…
How do I get him to notice me?
How can a stranger make me weak at the knees?
Do I go for the cliché and send over a drink?
I have a weird feeling he might be my missing link…
Took a walk today on the local beach…
My pad in hand but my poem and words couldn’t reach…
So I stared out into the sea, hoping the right words to come to me…
And there walks a vision of beauty too far from me to touch…
I wonder, is she wearing a ring or is a broken heart her crutch…
Can’t let her go without a word or a funny line…
Maybe a cocktail or two if she gives the right sign…
I wonder should I make the first move…
He might think I am forward and disapprove…
My feet have a mind of their own…
Moving towards him, I can smell his cologne...
A simple hello can do no harm…
Who knows maybe my voice will work its charm…
She is moving closer and my nerves take a run…
The setting sun on her shoulders as the sky steels the sun…
Your smile glows as our eyes talk without saying words…
Then your accent finishes me off as soft words are heard…
Everything is a blur as you are the only clear sight…
My mind ponders just to hold you through the night…
Your smile a sign of our mutual attraction…
My simple “hello” a natural reaction…
As we sit across from each other…
I can’t imagine spending the night with another…
rip open my chest
look inside, dig around
flesh, bone, bloody mess
knife cutting down
search every inch
bellow the stomach, spline
my hands are drenched
in fluid and cream
Slice open the pipes
cut off the air
I’d rather die
than live this share
It must be inside
I feel it so much
Something that slides
avoiding the touch
If I could cut
straight through the muscle
into that hole
hear it russell
against my back bone
clenching with threat
sitting like stones
I’ll cast it a net
Damn the liver
it gets in the way
I must see what it is
something must pay
Don’t stop at the lungs
it wraps them tight
it hides and it runs
needing no light
cut open my chest
from forward to side
cut this death
leave it no where to hide
It steels all the grace
I beg for at night
and leaves me a taste
of evil’s delight
If I could just look in
feel it and touch
the misery friend
i wish I could clutch
hold it out high
for all to see
this is what life
has made of me
No it's not anything you may be thinking of
it's in fact a very unknown thing because
you see I have a friend Nick
and he felt a little sick
and he grew tired of organized crime
so I tried to break him out of his mind
to set him on a lighter course
although it took alot of force
he got out of his old ways
he still went back to those days
Nick Never Craze (yes, that is his real name)
Held his old ways (everything stayed the same)
so I wrote this for him
Never back down he said
I can't be normal again
Can you see me, Red?
Killing me inside again
Crazy how it feels
Right and wrong it steels
Always searching for something more
Zippo lighters and kicking down doors
Easy times they where indeed
but this is how it feels to me
A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!
He bends his head to shield his face,
and steps upon the curb, to brace
against the mob, against the throng,
against long lines in shopping malls
He watches herds with purses out,
who attack the narrow aisles and park.
Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked
They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc!
No one pays him time of day
He feels the sting of frostbit cheer
and leans beneath the canopy
The sales are lit, with half-price tease
and gaggled geese attack with glee!
Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen
Gifts supreme, they seek and find!
He wonders, as they claim their prize,
if what they buy, and dollars leaked
will gratify their kin, divined?
With weighty burdens in their hands
and dollars spent from sun to sun,
he waits until his wife is done.
This madness took her far away
within the glass enclosed array
of Jingle Bells and money spilled,
of trinkets, socks and Visa bills
His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat,
unruly hair,... it glistens now,
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath.
Forefathers did, before their death!
Entrenched in snow beneath his feet,
his stomach growls, he begs to quit
He watches from the window glass.
A check-out line!! She's close!!! ...... At last!!
She's almost done, her purchase won!!
She grins as if she's fetched the best!
The smile she wears, he catches fast
And makes it worth the weary quest!
Blood And Water
Father.
Mother.
Brother.
Sister.
Aunt.
Uncle.
Cousin.
Grandfather.
Grandmother.
And friends.
Ashes is ashes,Dirt is dirt,Skin is skin,
And blood is thicker then water.
No matter how many times I say this,
No matter how many lines,obstacles and curses
I'll come running with words of undoubtedly trust.
Hurry for I hear the steels coming,Hurry for I see
The guns rising,Hurry for I smell hate coming
From the cretins,Hurry theses are the words I shout from
My mouth.Bound by bondage,I won't forget your words.
I'm being destroyed,but I won't forget your face.
Now I'm buried,but I won't forget our live's.
This by death,one by one being torn apart.
No not by death but by life.The lives we live tears us apart.
Our pride forcing us to choose one or the other,
What's your choice?
If it was only skin then with a needle and thread,
I could sew us together so that well never forget our blood Just there.Believe me,keep me,hold me.Why is it who runs From me?There is no cowardice in forcing the truth.
There's Ashes,Dirt,Skin,and Blood is what makes a person.
When the lies in tangle us,the truth is like a spear through The soul.Now matter the scars there's someone to bandage Them up.This is what it means to be Family.
GHOST MIRRORS
Ghostly images captured within the prism of reflected light,
Ethereal waves rippling against reality’s framed surface
Of the translucent, as phantom hands press, slamming at
The fragile glass of dualities deadened zone of existence!
A sudden shimmering, in the beguiling mirror of illusions,
As in the icy eerie chill of this frozen man made pool of
Optical delusions, something within shifted and moved!
Disembodiment's outcasts to incisions resistance, cut at
The bitter edge of the graves stone marker, are these
Silhouette shadow beings, trapped within clarities maze
Of solid crystal!
Black sheets haunted, hidden behind the spiritual mirrors
Of religion, encasement's prison of soulless mists, a vaporous
Cage without iron bars, nor steels reinforcement, these are
The lost or damnation's cursed unto the light of salvation!
What skeletal keys can unlock these dimensional doorway,
And just where is the keyhole to fit, this illusionary anomaly?
At the shutters sudden flash, in ethereal creature slides
Across the screen of realities review mirror, a dark
Hauntings presence that alluding the neck eyes detection!
A dead man’s situation lies exposed, by the elemental
Reflection of lights retraction, hidden beneath the graveyards
Bones of the unsolved murder!
Within the winds of the whistling breeze, hear the unruffled
Cries of fates lost children, crying out for justices guiding
Light to save them, from the disembodied hands of their
Tormentors!
Running children of the ethereal night, whom rage in
Vengeance, against the glass prism of shattered light,
Weeping in devastation's despair, for their loss of life eternal!
At the flashing neon point of no return, the devils forsaken
Sake at the tempered glass of realism, clamoring to be
Recognized for once existing!
Within the four squared frame of reality, dwells the
Infinite pool of the ethereal realm, and in its rippling
Waves, phantom faces are shone in the tormented poises
Of the after life’s jail cell, without the possibility of
Paroles final tender mercy!
Ghostly images captured within the prism of reflected light,
Ethereal waves rippling against reality’s framed surface
Of the translucent, as phantom hands press, slamming at
The fragile glass of dualities deadened zone of existence!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
BEWARE THE MONTH OF HALLOWEEN IS COMING
Dismal clouds, a steel gray sky
lay heavy, on a wrangler's eye
And the ice upon the time-worn world
of trodden hills, and where sheep have grazed
have glazed the trail, along the way
To flee from the sting of winter's keep
stray sheep seek shelter among the trees
A border collie, takes command
and herds the flock to form a band
Wild geese form arrows sharp and clean
As instinct guides, and trust is keen
While northeast winds so white with sleet
Bury plains, once gleaned of wheat
With the weight of burdens never done
the lone man works without a sun
entrenched in white beneath his feet
wearing overalls, boots soaked in peat
and fleece upon his heart of toil
His back is bent with glistened soil
His lone companions know the way
Two steadfast horses, have earned their hay
A border collie, never strays
Wearily waiting till the master is done
He labors on, as the evening falls
To a distant light, where his hunger calls
Too cold to wipe his dampened brow
His limped hat... it glistens now
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath
Like forefathers did, until the death
Humble pride, a job to bear, another day that he will wear
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Based on the Painting by Richard Beavis.... Highlander Driving the Sheep
For Contest sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~
Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;
Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot
She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat
She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote
She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot
By; Mystic Rose
Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose
Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games
Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in
A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way
He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!"
Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest
For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there
A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke
A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops;
By; Poet Destroyer
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Basic foundation of a basic shape
Triangle as the first layer
Of Understanding
Prism as the finest layer
Of Creation
When in motion it expresses rhythm
Standing still It immortalizes vision
Of articulating communications
Of evoking interactions
Of realizing the sign & symbol
Translated
Into a vertical infinite motion
Inviting appreciator
To be part of the forces
To go beyond realization
Vertical dynamics
Motion and movement
The stillness of
Isomorphic variations
In pursuit of finding correlations between things that may have once seemed separate
where simplicity breeds complexity and when energy epitomizes its own fields of existence
Let the city commences its dialogue
Between steels, greens, and everything in between
Pictorial linearity
a much welcomed sight
of such landscape ambience
Waves of Opal Nights
May appear to be real, but the deal that once was sealed is unfinished and untouched.
Clutched by one's eyes of what you truly want to see, but left with this mirage; this montage of innocence.
Remorse has no place within these shark-infested waters.
Slaughtered, by the words that cut so deep. Sleep on the cold steep steels of woods keep.
Shaded, jaded yet aided by those, that were dismissed.
Sealed with a kiss, as lies forever build and your soul dies a little more, from each passing puff.
Is it enough?
How long can you, should you, or would you keep, this forged emotion going?
Not showing, any of what is hidden. Just maybe, when it all sinks with unbroken chain linked feet and hands into obscurity. Purity has no security with such inadequacy of things written. Forbidden to care or dream about things that once was us. Faded, within the moments of time. When the wind chimes its broken song of dismay. Left to lay in a distant future, far far away.
Darius Howard