Best Streak Poems
Verse 1:
Floating in deep blue oceans
my dreams struggle to reap
I am haunted by gloomy strums
echoing in my broken sleep
Verse 2:
Burning shadows rage in hollows
wailing to the darkness of night
my heart pierced by blazing agony
Oh! My eyes look for a light
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems too weak
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
Verse 3:
Nightmares of buried doubts
chilling the marrow in bones
smoke rises to shape silence
falling in water like stones
Verse 4:
Unfolding vermilion scars of past
pulled me down all these years
I've learnt to drown with them
borders beyond my dry tears
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems too weak
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
Bridge:
Hope it is that lights my path
Hope it was that led my journey
Hope it will be that stays again
tearing dark clouds till eternity
to unleash a silver lining I believe
Chorus:
I hold on to a thread of hope
when my spirit seems weak
(fading fears melt in gleaming hopes)
a soothing breeze in fiery storms
uplifts my courage so bleak
(black clouds fade in silver streak)
In roaring thunderstorms I see
black clouds fade in silver streak
(hope simmers to reach a blessed peak)
and it gleams my faint waves
hope simmers to reach a blessed peak
(my hope is a gleaming silver streak)
my hope is a gleaming silver streak...
(Until chorus fades)
July 14, 2020
A song of hope Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 1st Place
I am not afraid of mice
but I have a horrible fear of seeing the streak of one
inside my house.
I watched one eating cat food the other day
and felt an affinity for him, or her, whatever it was
until it ran; the streak of a mouse turns my blood to ice.
You are not afraid of mice, my husband observed.
You are afraid of seeing the streak of a running mouse.
This is accurate.
I think it is the unexpected startled aspect that bothers me.
Though I doubt I'd like to wake up with one snoring next to me.
All aboard the Rhode Island Line!
We're guaranteed to be on time
Grab your suitcase, grab your coat
Let the railroad be your host
Write a postcard, you will boast
about what you've seen from coast to coast!
We will make the traffic wait
stuck behind a crossing gate
Boxcars, hoppers, and sleeping cars
strung together, and going far
rumbling down the railroad track
Don't bother looking back
Up the slippery slope
Engine takes the lead
Picking up some speed
Convoluted smoky trails
Consolidated silver tails
Contemplating railroad tales
Whistles blast!
Whizzing past!
Gone!
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10/17/14 For Andrea's "I Don't Know" Contest
Blinding silver streak
Explodes
Rocks crash
Roof rattles
Cracked sky
Spills fury
Pent up rage
Inflicted
Doors
Windows
Blown open
Wild wind
Laces through
Snuggled up
Tight and warm
Bear hugging
Howling storm
Wrestling
Chest crushing
Rib crunching
Dominion
Pinned down
Struggling beneath
Seeking for some
Lasting release
I won't let this
Tempest leave
Make it rain
Forty days
And forty nights
Yet
Somehow
Some way
I fall in
Dream
It slinks away
And all I
Wake up to
Is this
Fresh morning
Kiss
You never asked to come inside
too many rules, which to abide?
and then something snapped.... BOING!!!
I wanted you to come inside
was cool that neither of us tried
too hard, 'cause that's just boring.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Contest: RIMEE COUEE
My Name: Nancy Jones
Quote which inspired my piece: "Do not feel lonely. The entire universe is inside you."
Looking out into the light so bright,
Waves of confusion, blur, noise,
Unwilling to give in to the forces of nature,
Holding on to what once was,the initialised state, the beginning of the end,
Unaware of the fact that maybe she was not charged enough for the load she was about to carry.
Panting, worried, lost and confused,
The tears rolling down her cheeks just acting as mediums for electrical torture,
As she pushes through the infinite resistance, her courage is induced,
Slowly she starts to fathom the light ahead of her,
Only to realise, the shining light illuminated from her soul.
four jets streak blue sky
directional opposites..
three pelicans soar
I turned in my driveway yesterday,
I saw a strange car and I yelled "Hey!,"
when I opened the door
I saw them on the floor...
naked running was all they could say!
A little mischief's all I had in mind,
Was nothing bad,
Was just a fad,
But more than just some trouble did I find,
I was unclad,
Which made them mad.
They called it 'streaking', so I thought I'd try,
It was a blast,
I ran so fast,
Before this time I thought that I was shy,
The room was vast,
I came in last.
Around the room and then right out the door,
They said they'd wait,
But I was late,
The car was gone and I was left, hardcore,
They were irate,
I could relate.
They were upset and, frankly, so was I,
My friends had fled,
My clothes I'd shed,
And now I knew in jail I would fry,
My face was red,
I'd made my bed.
The cops came in and put me in the 'pen',
Still I was nude,
A naked dude,
So there I was with many other men,
I thought it rude,
And very crude.
They laughed and joked and made such fun of me,
It was so cruel,
And I, the fool,
I was a stupid man, you will agree,
But once a jewel,
And very cool.
A lesson learned, and now I wear some clothes,
No more to 'streak',
I'm not a freak,
And no more, ever, will I dare expose,
Show my physique,
Or turn the 'cheek'.
Lately I can say I been on a lucky streak and no matter where I go,
There is a flow of so much Happiness that is following me there,
It’s like I am floating on cloud nine, and
Even though It looks as if I’m broke cause all I have is a dirty old dime to my name,
Nothing can take away this plain smile from my face,
Yes--- I know I may live in a crappy place,
It’s got bugs, it’s got thugs, and it’s got drugs,
And which just makes me wish I had some mace,
But nothing can take way this feeling in my own open space,
It’s make me wanta run threw a field, and it make me wanta stop and yield while I think
Of all my blessings. I know that things seem a little rough but they could always be a lot more tough
I could be homeless like all of those bums on the streets, scrapping for food, not knowing what
Meal I will eat.
Oh- I feel like I am floating on cloud nine,
It’s make me wanta run threw a field,
And it make me wanta stop and yield while I think
Of all my blessings. Yes I sure am on a lucky streak…..
A scented streak of weary sense
replies to grief that prowls the mews
A deep green blue of wailing skies
enshrines a mood,
in part to please
Slow-rolled piles of willowy grass
arouse a birth that slowly drowns
Uneasy bursts of fading wind
align to vows inclined to cease
A caving wall
designed for fraying stands aloof
A loosely carved memory
declines the option to rise again
A kiss that resides in me
emerges again to ask for you
The pain that lines its path
and masks your smile
declines the scent that you live with
Awaits a task
designed for souls that pass…
and laden with
unfulfilled pasts
Amusing taunts
invite a bruising end to this
And
bring back the streak in troughs
that wave my peaks
and foul my peace
cleaning windows helps me to see
'course at present I too, need glasses
not just through, clearly, but metaphorically
yet without caffine I'm slow as molasses
but still I can get some insight outside
window's panes shine with spiritual gains
able to separate my own Jekyll and Hyde
both the Doctor and the madman do explain
that what seems to be seen as the truth
may be something entirely opposite and
may be in need of a more discerning sleuth
for my intellect to be able to understand
what at first look, seems black and white
may be the gray, between mistaken and right
© Goode Guy 2012-03-19
a faerie flutter
almost imperceptible
delights my soul self
It’s too late to do anything now.
The Phillies finished third this year somehow.
When the season is over, they will just walk away.
There will be no post season play.
Because their earlier performance was weak,
it is the end of their division title streak.
They won the Eastern Division crown five years in a row.
Will they come back next year? Who will know?
You're not the type who quits
while still ahead
for fear that if you do
you'll end up dead;
and so with game plans new
you go to bed,
shrewd schemes turning and tossing
in your head.
But fickle Fortune hates
long winning streaks,
and strokes of luck it shuns,
at times it seeks;
with the risks of losing
randomly spread,
chances are you'll burst your pride
and lose your bread!