Best Steer Poems
It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.
My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.
The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.
What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.
To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!
And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.
Categories:
steer, beauty, deep, destiny, friendship
Form:
Rhyme
We will all die
So we cry loud
And try for thought.
Wrong lane, wrong way.
Death delay, pray.
Cars stray and honk.
Oh, please, cars – clear.
Turns appear soon,
I steer, we cheer.
Categories:
steer, fear, funny,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
"When life gives lemons, make lemonade"
urges me to persevere.
When troubles appear
I will just
steer
through. I must
not cater to fear.
I'll fight for all I hold dear.
Maxims have helped in choices I've made.
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
November 20, 2016, placed 8th in Brian Strand's Contest 239
Date: October 12, 2017
Contest Title: Never Going to Drag Me Down Placed 3rd
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
July 11, 2020
entered in the Andaree--11 line Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
July 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
steer, inspiration, symbolism, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
When the unforeseen mistrel swipes the land,
tiny warriors trudge against the force.
“Back down! Retreat!”, the general commands.
The musketeers recoil back on course.
Then the torrent readily disembarks,
the entire army rolls up horse and foot.
A few lucky ones hop on Noah’s ark,
their chiseled armors soaked with sludge and soot.
When many lightning bolts descend to strike,
the runnel puts on a golden brown cloak,
keep spinning to show and tell, like a tyke.
Unheeded, the beast goes berserk and croaks.
Then emerges an ugly tsunami,
too marred, the canoe gives in to this strife.
Unyielding, the orts repair unity,
primed to take it down head-on with their lives.
When the wreckage is wrecked with such a flair,
then their raw thumbs stands upright in the air.
Categories:
steer, boat, soldier, war, weather,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I'm not intrusive, thereby save
or inconclusive, there be rave
my thoughts trustworthy merit praise
but on those foul days, Lord be craved!
The mild assumption I discuss
but to oneself, the talking's best
and then decipher what I meant
are these my prayers ~ am I this bent?
A meager soul's sport, not revere
sincerity my only mirror
this new encumbrance must be fear
not to endanger self, must clear!
It is my only value here
a blessed life must engineer
as with God willing, give a cheer
adversity you clown, ram steer!
Categories:
steer, self, spoken word,
Form:
Monorhyme
Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must
Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring life brings contentment, indeed
Knowing we will learn from misadventures
God’s just
The Speaker Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
October 20, 2020
Categories:
steer, adventure, animal, creation, farm,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Kinds lay everywhere,
With stories of the past,
Opening wide arms to share,
Helping others at last.
Easy is not the word,
To place upon the plate.
After my past is heard,
The pathos fit in fate.
Some may want,
The descriptions clear,
Or some may recieve the haunt;
Of the visions giving off fear.
Lost souls are out,
As I met a few,
Swerving past-to a different route,
Away from eyes I once knew.
Why-Is a question to ask,
But one I very-rarely do,
Instead I make a task,
To get to know you.
Hope and faith; together to shake,
For the situations given,
In your shoes I'll make,
My best to make a liven'.
You may not be here,
Rotted; rust,
Leaving left a tear,
Now to succeed is a MUST.
Your name is writtin' down,
On my arm,
Like an angel with a crown,
All pasts are now no harm.
Death happens; on command,
Leaving wasn't easy; no,
The words said last now stand,
To leave your story to show.
Categories:
steer, angel, courage, life, may,
Form:
Alliteration
In fake urbanity, somewhere we lost our humanity,
Respect and care for others, is turning to a formality,
In reality, we are being trounced by the mundanity,
Our morality is now diminishing; it bears no vitality.
Profanity pooled with inanity will lead us to insanity,
Crippling societies, are swarmed with toxic mentality,
Where sick minds attack innocent, causing fatality.
Let’s rise, and save world from the hands of brutality,
And steer the thoughts of youth away from volcanity,
In fake urbanity, why did we lose our humanity?
Jan 24, 2017.
Word challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
April 19, 2017.
Re-entered for the contest
Screwed XVII - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: rob carmack
Categories:
steer, change, peace, world,
Form:
Monorhyme
Kieran is a former pupil of Beath High,
In the region of Fife, a Scottish pride,
He attended a sports day hosted by,
Disability Sport Fife, boccia to be bride.
Born on 21st July 1995, Crossgates,
He works extremely hard each day,
In home exercises, in gym weights,
In hydro and also in physiotherapy.
He went onto a sports programme,
Which was world class: consistency;
To develop his skill and his gram,
So he became in the world high.
In 2013 he won the Euros, Portugal,
And in 2015 he won silver, Surrey;
An HND from Fife College did call,
And he did study Radio for his lay.
Categories:
steer, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear
While on the corner of the street I adhered
A injured open wounded possum peers
Running back and forth so unclear
A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire
I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer
Of which my blow out seemed so severe
It's the dead of night it's a bit spooky here
Mists and winds and sour smells
All of this in the atmosphere
The pans and pains of mystery premiere
Trees engulf me come towards me they adhere
I've calling AAA but my cell phone died all's not well
Boo the cat runs across the street seems to disappear
In enchanted visions of scary things dear
Bicarbonated liquid fear
Street flying squirrels gilding over near
10/14/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
steer, cheer up, conflict, horror,
Form:
Monorhyme
Hello and welcome to “The Plains of the Serengeti Show”,
I’m your host Bwana Bob come on let’s get ready and go.
Right outside of this window, just a short half step away,
You can see all kinds of wildlife as they go about their day.
See the house over there with a concrete patio in the rear,
Now look closely at that patio and I think you’ll see a steer.
He’s the rarest of the patio steers he’s the kind that can give milk,
The chocolate ice cream that comes from him is as smooth as silk.
Getting back to the milk producing patio steer who looks so forlorn,
Trying not to break anything with his extremely big long horns.
It’s hard for him sometimes and that’s why they keep him where they do,
If he were in the house with other people he’d break and spill things too.
I had a turkey sandwich today with mayo, tomato and lettuce strips,
It was just delicious and tasted like the turkey kissed me on the lips.
Anyway, the long horned, milk producing patio steer is very seldom seen,
They’re not allowed to travel in packs even though that may sound mean.
Because when they get together they will invariably start a stampede,
They horse around till someone gets hurt then from their nose they’ll bleed.
Thanks for stopping by today and looking out my window with me,
Take a bucket with you when you go and get a gallon of milk for free.
Categories:
steer, funny, house, house, today,
Form:
Light Verse
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
To rise from limitation and feel whole,
drawn to love’s beauteous rhythm soul needs
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
Knowing our aura is blackened like coal,
oh hermit, know God's boundless grace yet feeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.
Making unique music, being our goal,
empty like space, purity of heart speeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
We paint the canvas by ceding control,
as the burning yearning to ink love seeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul;
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.
14-November-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Theme: Writing
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
steer, poetry, spiritual,
Form:
Villanelle
call me Robinson Crusoe
steer me toward my own island
in the Pacific,
let me be myself
one with nature
let me enjoy her balmy ideas
release me to summer
Categories:
steer, me,
Form:
Free verse
Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.
Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if a sugar rush may cheer,
The wilted flower speaks the hard truth through his voice.
Drive away through the fear
All gassed up with a positive view.
Make sure that he hits the dead with his steer,
So they have a peaceful few.
Drive right into the fear,
Right into a city of the dead.
Now they’re free, but they’re back into the drear,
In a macabre carnival they fled.
Crash right into the fear,
Because they just can’t catch a break.
The eldest that stands tall like a statue tells them to kick it into high gear,
But the torrential downpour will awake.
Drown out the fear,
Run through the cold November Rain.
They’ll reach the final stretch at a pier,
Yet the bridge might be their bane.
Categories:
steer, death, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Ballad
Acting at first on my own
Trying to forget all I've known
There's a change in my tone
Recognizing how much I've grown
Solitude is what I used to fear
Yet again I'm standing here
A blind man can't drive or steer
The reasons being becoming clear
Not knowing if It's wrong or right
With no progress in sight
Aspiring to burn with ths light
Keeps me shining bright
Categories:
steer, deep, growth, solitude, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme