Best Strung Poems
Life is twittering of birds you listen
taking a stroll when sky bright and azure
Life is blooming buds of poppies glisten,
Life is all of these pure joys, and puzzling more !
Life a mesmerizing harp strung with hopes,
Life is a chessboard of failures and win,
magic in seasons, a kaleidoscope,
longing and loss - passionate love within!
gathering stunning colours from rainbow
relishing moments, Life is poetry,
charming sights and sounds, pour rain or sun glow,
rivers and oceans - Life is tapestry
blinded with sadness and death, Life is maze…
Life is a galaxy, stars never dim,
A Shangri-la brightening gloomy days,
rebirth and regeneration - Life's dream.
July 7, 2022
"All About Three Qs" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Four Quatrains, !0 syllables in each line
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Rhymes checked by Rhymezone.com
You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs,
in a silent elegance that surrounds your neck,
as if pain were something to be worn with pride.
They marvel at your resilience, viewing it as a spectacle,
yet they never question why suffering
must be your personal signature.
They whisper about your grace, admiring your courage,
but isn't grace just another name for endurance?
My dear, you were not meant to be a showcase of survival,
a fragile glass figurine polished by the pain of time.
Take off the pearls, let them scatter across the cold floor,
for your beauty should not be built from suffering,
but from smiles and memories that embrace your soul.
"Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls Cast out into the World"
In each of us
a pearl
God
the unknown
embryonic
soul
In each of us
the common
thread
Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls
Cast out into the World
Different beds
Same Road
Home
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/15/style/sunni-colon-music.html
diamonds strung in trees
prisms glistening on webs
dawn has raised her head
Caterwauling winds
Force the once settled landfills far
Soil erosion starts
Settling so far out of bounds
To then dwindle down some again!
….didee © TANKA
Earth imploding ‘noted’
creation, environment, moon, morning, nature, night, science,
Three Strung Tanka Poems
Fished from science scales to date
Attention everyone
Demise for man’s brutal act
Will make a big blast!
didee© TANKA
Seasons change forever
No man needs worry today
Moonshine calls the tides
Morning brings up the sunrise
And evening spreads sunsets
….didee©TANKA
Moon segments abide tidal waves
Seasons brings changed weather casts
Sun dries all the wet again
And clouds bring on the rainfall
Earth recycles do you?
….didee©TANKA
I have learned not to waste valuable time
On lines having neither rhythm nor rhyme,
Words strung together are hardly sublime.
Obviously, some poets are not in their prime
I wouldn’t give their body of work a dime,
I think they should be charged with a crime
Some should consider becoming a mime ~~
Their long poems present an uphill climb,
Pen me singable lyrics with pizzazz anytime.
written April 18, 2022
spider web strung out
geometrical design...
golden ripe pear falls
My computer is congested
With all the stuff it's ingested -
The silly poems that I've devised
And the inane things I've surmised.
Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed
All my foolish nonsense instead
Of important things and the like,
Now it's told me to take a hike.
All I asked was for it to print,
It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint,
I can't answer when you call.
I'm not responding. That is all."
You know this, don't you?
You're the streaming gusto of my youth
The little sparkles that adorn me
You're the moon that my star-like thoughts surround
Am strung to your breath
It makes my passion betray boundaries and break abound
How can it not be?
Your fingerprints never seem to leave the flowers
Your fragrance don't seem to fade from the room
Even your silence have a dulcet tune to it
And your presence breaths life to flowers that's wilt
The heart doesn't seem to forget you
With every pace and sound of my footsteps
With the leaves that fall on my doorstep
You're there, my heart doesn't seem to forget you
I'm passed in an alley but the feeling doesn't hurt, I
feel some kind of way because my pants don't
match my shirt,
the tracks descend my arm to form a highway made
of veins, I'd sell my soul for one more hit of you,
addictive dame.
My clothing bears the stains of where I've shot you
up for months, I'm not ashamed to say that you're the
only thing I want,
or need in life for breathing right, I don't know what to
do, 'cept tell the honest truth which is I'm strung out
over you.
You hit my blood like nitrous ox, I feel it in my toes, it
happens every time I go and sniff you up my nose,
or shoot you in my arm or neck, wherever needles
plunge, that have me spittin Bubbles like The Wire,
Season 1.
I know that I'm an addict but what else do you expect,
the distance that I'm walking far exceeds a dozen
steps,
I've stole my mama's jewels for you and cashed my
cousin's check, to get enough of you to last but there
was nothing left.
You've cast that hokus strokus now my brain is all
amiss, I'm just a ghetto boy I guess my mind is
playing tricks,
hallucinatin deja vu, for you I am a fiend, like
Bushwick Bill punched concrete 90s weekend
Halloween.
No need in getting clean, I couldn't handle the
withdrawal, for methadone there's sex alone, I
wanna get it on,
your cream invades my seams and seemingly the
cost is small, the hours pass like minutes look at
me, I've lost it all.
It's raining cats and dogs outside, this weather is a
beast, I dig amongst the garbage just to find some
food to eat,
but nourishment is last upon the list of treats I seek,
you're 1st and foremost in my mouth of things I love
to eat.
I'll prob'ly die inside this gutter but won't stop
because, I've shot you up so much my hands are
now like boxing gloves,
a dirty stinking junkie's what I am and what I was,
another word for drugs oh yes, I'm strung out on your
love.
I'm spending the time reminiscing, and wow.
Everything in my life has lead to this EXACT MOMENT.
I'm cooking pasta at 2 AM with a smile on my face and music in my ears
Warm pajamas and hot tea beside me, maybe worn a little too long
I have friends, best friends, people who love me
I haven't had a single suicidal thought in MONTHS.
Despite everything that's happened, in this moment, I'm content.
Maybe it hasn't all gone according to plan, but things change and adapt.
There's not a problem in the world that could weigh down this feeling.
Maybe I'll forget to water a plant tomorrow, but it'll survive.
Maybe I'll forget the line to a poem, but I'll write new words.
Maybe I'll sing offkey to my favourite song a little too loudly, but my voice will ring out anyway.
Whatever, I'm alive and I forget and I make silly mistakes, that's alright.
Everything leads to everything in the end, a big circle of fortune, misfortune
Embrace it, let life live you
And when you're awake at 2:28 AM on a weeknight and time doesn't feel real, the only thing on your mind is the timer on the stovetop, keep living.
Maybe you don't know what you're doing, or what lead you to this moment, but that's alright. Nobody knows. That's the 'big secret.'
The best thing we, as humans, can do is learn it and love it. Slow ride and look at the scenery, 'cause that's what everyone else is doing.
But, every little thing AMAZES me beyond belief.
I'm ALIVE and I'm BREATHING and nothing tastes better than cheap spaghetti and cold coffee and that's just.
That's wow.
There once was a highly strung society maid.
Whose sole important passion was being afraid.
She spent twenty-three years inside,
From all kinds of people she'd hide.
Barricaded by choices few others have made.
Sured my inclination
To goad trapper's ware
For I seek to be strung
By the trap that ensnares
If only to acquaint
With a pardoner's air
Thee whom unwittingly
Summoned my dare
I'm passed in an
alley but the feeling
doesn't hurt, I feel
some kind of way
because my shoes
don't match my
shirt,
the tracks descend
my arm to form a
highway made of
veins, I'd sell my
soul for one more
hit of you, addictive
dame.
My clothing bears
the stains of where
I've shot you up for
months, I'm not
ashamed to say
that you're the only
thing I want,
or need in life for
breathin right, I
don't know what to
do, 'cept tell the
honest truth which
is I'm strung out
over you.
You hit my blood
like nitrous ox, I feel
it in my toes, it
happens every time
I go and sniff you up
my nose,
or shoot you in my
arm or neck,
wherever needles
plunge, that have
me spittin bubbles
like The Wire
Season 1.
I know that I'm an
addict but what else
do you expect, the
distance that I'm
walking far exceeds
a dozen steps,
I've stole my
mama's jewels for
you and cashed my
cousin's check, to
get enough of you
to last but there
was nothing left.
You've cast that
hokus strokus now
my brain is all
amiss, I'm just a
ghetto boy I guess
my mind is playing
tricks,
hallucinatin deja vu,
for you I am a fiend,
like Bushwick Bill
punched concrete
early 90s Halloween.
No need in getting
clean, I couldn't
handle the
withdrawal, for
methadone there's
sex alone, I wanna
get it on,
your cream invades
my seams and
seemingly the cost
is small, the hours
pass like minutes
look at me, I've lost
it all.
It's raining cats and
dogs outside, this
weather is a beast,
I dig amongst the
garbage just to find
some food to eat,
but nourishment is
last upon the list of
treats I seek, you're
1st and foremost in
my mouth of things
I love to eat.
I'll prob'ly die inside
this gutter but won't
stop because, I've
shot you up so
much my hands are
now like boxing
gloves,
a dirty stinking
junkie's what I am
and what I was,
another word for
drugs oh yes, I'm
strung out on your
love.
diamonds strung on shrubs
prisoned gems in woven nets ~
of sunlight's prisms
beads of morning dew
captured on strings of silk threads ~
spider webs at dawn
June 6, 2023
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