Best Strokes Poems
Beneath the gaze
of watchful eyes
she sits and cries.
The fairies pry
and wring their hands.
The wind goes by
with anguished sigh
he strokes her face.
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This form is a "pathya vat".
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Categories:
strokes, sad, wind,
Form:
Verse
books, all in row - squeezed
together; like on the bus
different stories
Categories:
strokes, people, urban,
Form:
Haiku
In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle of honking geese
are fleeing Winter's approach;
joining the songbirds that have migrated south.
The leaves are painted in thick, bold strokes
of yellow, scarlet, fuchsia, gold and orange;
inked by Jack Frost,
and sprinkled on the ground like confetti.
Amber and vermilion drip from the trees;
pooling into a crunchy sea
of colorful leaves that the wind weaves,
into shifting swirls of abstract art.
One of Nature's boldest paintings,
Autumn steals one's breath away, instilling awe;
infusing Summer's death with Winter's birth,
it is a magical transformation to behold.
Categories:
strokes, august, change, color, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)
What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido
Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a chat with a mosquito
Build a chocolate empire, watch fatty deposits grow
Start a protein only diet, get ripped from head to toe?
View b movie stars at night, (censure) the matinee show
Have no more hangovers, enjoy life utterly blotto
Bring back prohibition, replace it with a pink benzo?
Smoke marijuana safely, vaporise tobacco
Play chess at home with the wife, or away with a bimbo
Give a hand to starving wolves, then go howl out the window
Let a child get carried away, not by some wild dingo?
Set the bar high enough, flambé for a life of limbo
Categories:
strokes, life, people, perspective,
Form:
Monorhyme
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand.
Should use zinnias or roses that are banned?
Decides upon an honored verdant ginger jar
Muse stirs up imagination from afar
Maestro’s every keystroke magnificently planned.
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand
Waiting now for proud pink zinnias to come to life
The lovesick artist paints them for his lovely wife
Painting will be revered for hundreds of years
This knowledge might well reduce Verster to tears
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand,
Ginger jar intelligently feathered and fanned.
Wife adored this one, thought it was his best.
Her enthusiasm was not a real test.
Artist gritted up paint with particles of sand
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand.
Categories:
strokes, art,
Form:
Couplet
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
Categories:
strokes, abortion, atheist, brother, native
Form:
Didactic
An event I have to tell you about was a rather embarrassing occasion for me,
But they say laughter is one of life’s best medicines, so I’ll share it with you happily.
One morning I was getting dressed and got down on my knees to look in my bedside locker,
Realised I was stuck and couldn’t get up; the nurses would think I was off my rocker.
I had no choice I had to get help, so rang my buzzer for someone to come and assist,
A nurse popped her head round the curtain, she needed extra help, though I tried hard to resist.
You may wonder why I was reluctant for there to be so much fuss and unnecessary concern,
The embarrassing truth is my bottom half was totally naked and my cheeks started to burn.
Later during the medicine round, the Sister asked me about the fright that I’d given the staff,
“Are you sure that you didn’t fall?” she said, I shook my head and I started to laugh.
I told her, “I was on my knees and looked like I was praying, when I was descended upon,”
She laughed & replied, “Well in future if you feel like being religious, make sure you have some knickers on.”
Categories:
strokes, funny, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Requested I am
as I witness gravity
tanned porcelain viewed
with gentle strokes I caress
her jet black mane captures me
Categories:
strokes, beautiful, beauty, dream, feelings,
Form:
Tanka
I am white
you are red
you are yellow
you are black
you are brown
“suffer the little children
to come unto me”
Jesus loves the little children…
Nathan’s contest
Categories:
strokes, racism,
Form:
Free verse
Child
spirits
living here
in a human
school
Categories:
strokes, life
Form:
Lanterne
You inspire me to be
less the thinker, the doer,
and more the drinker of spirits
from out of the Universe.
The Being being.
Then sings my soul
the gospel of the pines
and birdsong as we walk
in the glory of Springtime.
I am spiritual having
a human experience knowing Soul
resides inside a space of me
that only sings.
We are not Home now
and will not truly rest
until You take me to that place
and space wherein You dwell
with other eternal Souls and
I shall be no more.
Perhaps, You will return
within another Being to be
here to learn the way
of a human journey.
But I ... I am wanting
to stay Home next time.
Categories:
strokes, faithhome, home, me, space,
Form:
Free verse
forgive me master
while you at your desk
took private your thoughts
i dared trespass...
approaching silent
i slipped your mind
in the rays of sun
i came from behind
the master
and I at his desk
...forgive me...
Ancient stokes do see
hands on the brush
playing cards of kanji
writing on my skin
in the After of Life
blood of my ken
saying Time...
comes twice
this is the wHere
ink knotted to ice
tHere...
I saw the cobbler
fixing his shoes
and a chef was shot
but he knew it was true
three men smoking
knew this too
then a baby cried
in the heart of dogfen
and grandmothers dyed
turning boys to men
walking....
into Dragon's den
bare feet in streets
sleeping curbside then
"... we're all in ..."
said the Master's pen...
"Hot hot!..... oh!"
it's the Master's plot!
know! from my neck
it was writ! to show!
show the scrit
of the deck! it's true!
shhh... he said then
"...the card dealt, is u..."
Categories:
strokes, life
Form:
Ebony braids, moon misplaced
Indigo inferno flames
Speckled iris, abstract face
Drowsy eyes, acrylic paint
Haunted ash tree, trailing bleak
Torrid patchwork women faint
Pigeons perch on scribbled lines
Chanting fire petals dance,
Abstruse art, bewildered mind
Categories:
strokes, art,
Form:
Rhyme
It has to be said that in a bad situation funny things can sometimes happen,
Some things that've happened to me, should be in a comic with a funny caption.
The first I’ll tell you of, was about another patient; who was in my hospital bay,
I can’t say many nice things about her; she constantly moaned, causing misery and dismay.
One afternoon sitting quietly after lunch, the lady turned and asked of me,
“What‘s your name again?” “Rachel,” I told her, curious what her response was to be.
She spat out the words, ‘Oh just hearing that name, makes me want to shudder,’
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, what was coming next I started to wonder?
“My husband ran off with a woman of that name about 20 years ago”,
A patient in a corner bed caught my eye; she was laughing, showing no control.
I bowed my head, squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing myself not to laugh,
Sat thinking, oh the poor man, I bet the woman he ran off with was like a human life raft.
Suddenly another patient, piped up, “Shame on you, what a terrible thing to do, to this old dear,”
“It certainly wasn’t me,” I laughed, “I’ve been happily living over the brush with my man for many years”
The ‘old dear’ didn’t look very happy, that we’d laughed at her most unfortunate event,
We could only hope in future she’d stop and think, before more moaning commenced.
Categories:
strokes, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Yours truly designs a newsletter for some elderly folks
Mostly gossip but scattered throughout are some corny jokes
Also who's still alive
For those few that survived
Soon will be getting down to those dreaded short strokes
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
strokes, humorous,
Form:
Limerick