Best Subsequently Poems
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables
Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given
n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on 3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM
Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux
Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem
08~19~16
the night as black as a newly broken heart
increasingly
the crescent of a single sly smile
outshone the vast stellar firmament
an enigmatic, ephemeral shooting star
subsequently
with a twinkle twinkle in her eyes
counting down to our jovial Jupiter joyride
waxing poetic on a comet's cosmic course
and
life was
Full
inevitably
eclipsed by a brighter constellation
diminishing her gorgeous gibbous glow
our penumbra luminosity reached its nadir
ultimately
her heavenly smile inverted
my waning orb fell from her orbit
i splashed down in a cold, lonesome ocean
the night as black as a newly broken heart
Written 14 Aug 2022
-Dr President Lady, please launch the nuclear war button-
I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination,
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun
I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession
A million dollar diamond ring,
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord!
Pink ribbons of freedom,
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight
There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice,
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind,
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey
Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button
By:)
You can simply lay me there in shade of trees
that slowly breeze their umbrage with the
ephemeral sun, a caress with tenderness across this
fragile frame.
You can leave me here, where fragrance of freshly
rained grass will wash over us with the warmth
you used to bathe and sprinkle subsequently
with perfume.
You can lay me here and sit, watching
clouds move with grace of swans, or ponderous
nobility of elephants, blocking the sun with their
tenacious bodies.
And when you go, you will shed some tears, love
in your heart and remembrance of all the words
we spoke, or never said, all the arms and legs and
raging love.
You will remember, you will remember.
***
May 6, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an inane, jumbled heartbeat,
venous thrombosis.
Imbue a pulse to svelte vessels
I didn't realize when it started
lacking friends and love
shattered heart, rotting core
halcyon recalls vanished
just dying is the goal
It's exhausting to suffer and cry.
Every sound in your name
whispered in the breeze
strengthened our bond
going toward dreams
amid fluttering twigs
I discovered serenity and solace
weeping willow's embrace
wind rustled its twigs as music
quiet fears of long-lost hopes
seeking refuge from the hot sun
I discovered this secret treasure
a vault for memories and dreams
It's a long way to hell alone
life isn't awful, but no one phones
I can stay here until earth scorns
stay with my weeping willow.
...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...
We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.
No abiding truth in faith:
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical
(there is no illogic.)
We impose all universal order,
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.
Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us show an affirming flame.
I’ll never forget my first day at primary school
You bounded into the classroom, flashing a gap tooth smile
With your blonde curly hair and blue eyes, I was smitten
My first crush at the tender age of five!
Over the years we became inseparable
Then one day you told me terrible news
Your dad had a promotion and you were leaving the area
We both sobbed buckets of tears and vowed to stay in touch.
Letters flew between us like arrows, then suddenly they stopped
Years passed and I married then subsequently divorced
When moving house I came across your letters
I’d kept them in an old shoebox, they were tied with blue ribbon.
I sat reminiscing wondering how your life had panned out
Months later I joined friends re-united -
To my amazement I found your name
I was overjoyed when you replied to my contact
We had so much to talk about and a lot of catching up to do
I was hesitant when you suggested meeting
Would those childhood feelings still be the same?
The minute I saw you at the station my heart pounded
Still the same steel blue eyes, but a lot less hair!
We talked late into the small hours of the night
and when we kissed … I felt like a teenager again!
We had a whirlwind romance and married three months later
So blissfully happy, making up for lost time …
Until
Until ….the day you’d gone to buy my birthday present
Normally we’d have been together but you wanted to surprise me
You kissed my cheek, drove off on your motorbike into the distance
My memory of what happened next is so hazy
All I remember is a knock on the door
Two policemen were standing there
… I started to scream
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07~27~16
I was sleepwalking down the street, when I stumbled over a stool
standing there. "Watch your feet", the stool yelled, offended. "I am
sorry, but I am sleepwalking, so I can't watch my feet. In fact, I can't
watch anything, I am dreaming", I replied. The stool then made me
fall flat on my face, and yelled hard. At that point the dog appeared,
utterly annoyed by the rude awakening. And he bit the stool hard
in one of its legs. All the noise apparently woke my neigbour, who
angrily threw down a bucket of water. The water hit me, the bucket
hit the street with an enormous ruckus. I woke up startled, ran after
the dog, but tripped over my pajama pants water-soaked and heavy.
I hit my head against the stool, and, dizzy, stayed down there,
heavily bleeding. The neighbour called 911, a little later a deafening
noise filled the street, the ambulance hauled me inside and drove
off again. The stool misses one leg, The bucket has a number of
dents extra, the dog sits shivering in an alley. The neighbour went
back to sleep. My front door is still unlocked, because in a state of
sleepwalking one doesn't remember to lock the lot and subsequently
bringing one's keys.
There is a certain sad quality
To the overwhelming sensitivity
With which offers much reality
Of course then subsequently
Causing hurt feelings with cruelty
Emitting out such animousity
Against a soul with such frailty
Will cause a certain casualty
With winners left behind spiritually
Cold as a stone internally
And blind as a bat visually
While the fragile soul will soar endlessly
Far, far away from all the negativity
WHO IS JACK SCHITT?
The lineage is finally revealed.
Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says,
"You don't know Jack Schitt."
Now you can intellectually handle the situation.
Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt.
Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple had 6 children: Holie Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt, Bull Schitt and the twins, Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents objections, Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out.
After 15yrs. of marriage, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.
Noe Schitt later remarried Ted Sherlock and because her kids were living with them she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt and they produced a son of nervous disposition, Chicken Schitt.
Two other of the 6 children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt who were inseparable throughout childhood subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens wedding. The Schitt-Happens children were: Dawg, Byrd and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world and recently returned home from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
So now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt." , you can correct them because you most certainly do.
FAMILY HISTORY RECORDED BY CROCK O. SCHITT INC.
Form:
A long those dark, dank corridors underneath the earth, an anomaly is growing.
N ebulous in it's beginnings, an as yet unknown species prepares to arise
E longated in it's skeletal structure, slight and slender, they slither about
W ily in nature, these unique elusive creatures are prone to evade the light.
S linking about at night with iridescent, bold bright eyes, they warily
P eek and peer at people, pacing about in dark, dreary alleyways
E xamining interactions, obsessed in their observations, in order to
C onnect and draw upon human energy, like sophisticated sponges.
I ntent on leeching the life force out of human beings, these humanoids wish to
E merge and spike world leaders' drinks with explosive laxatives, thus
S triking and stalling them on their "thrones", subsequently taking over our world!
Written on 2/23/2016
My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each perforated line truncated with lackluster shine
Each conjured sentence only increased my penance
Each glamorous byline she did smugly decline
Each dilated phrase with a bridling border did encase
Each gilded stanza a burnished extravaganza yielding no artful bonanza
Each tethered word coagulated into a stolid curd
Each bloated quote sunk my creative float deeper in the moat
Each lofty rhyme labeled too smarmy and sublime
My metric time no longer struck a concordant chime
Each literary device neatly spliced would not even a novice entice
Each repetitive, stagnant metaphor made my verse a bore
Each strained, tortured simile engendered no empathy
Each supplanted metonymy a shock wave lobotomy
THE GIFT OF LOVE
I know that life is agleam.
Incandescent is the word used.
You are from the time of little people.
You empower to keep the peace.
No one can define the world quite like you.
You are a universal guru.
Consequently, I want to contribute to your happiness.
Subsequently, I will give poetry.
This is the gift of love.
May be small but real
Not just something boxed to give.
This is a comforter when you down and out.
You asked me for something unique
Therefore, I will give meaningfulness.
Bringing in the New Year, a smile is worth seeing.
The roaring of joviality is a blessing to hear.
You had your confrontations and you resolved conflicts.
Today spirit is fulfilled.
Oh, merry bonhomie
A feeling so blistering - so intense
Your heart is full of joy friend.
As a result, your happiness must continue.
This is the year humongous
Pop the cava and let’s party.
Perpetuating things to come
Accordingly, exhilaration
Oh, merry sylph
This is going to be a life worth living.
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Penned on November 28, 2014!
Potholes
The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes away.
* This is about the joy of riding on the highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police or by the less-than-civil contract labor manning toll gates.
05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)
Contest: A Grook for all occasions
everyday I see people dwelling in the dark dungeons of life
and despite them trying to do the right thing they're struck with trouble and strife
felled by illness, unemployment, homelessness and all manners of despair
but I've never seen anyone who would not then kneel down in prayer
prayer is a conversation that takes place between you and God
it's when the Holy Spirit transcends and enters into your heart
it's an intimate talk with God that will change the atmosphere
it's when you call upon the grace and mercy of God to appear
prayer also has the power to alter one's behavior
we then tend to develop traits like Jesus the Christ our Savior
we learn to trust, we learn to accept, we learn not to judge
we learn to let go of negative things and to no longer hold a grudge
prayer power has the ability open eyes and hearts
to allow us to see the goodness that is the Lord our God
Now Paul and Silas were beaten and subsequently thrown into jail
but the power of their praying to the Lord God then prevailed
an earthquake shook the foundation of that dark prison cell
all the doors flew open, all the shackles fell broken it must have been like total hell
but it was only the power of prayer that had manifested
when the mighty hand of God by Paul and Silas was requested
prayer is the furtherance of the gospel that is Jesus Christ
prayer is the foundation for living a Christian life
so let the power of prayer lift you up and lift you out
of those dark dungeon situations that I was talking about
so pray until something happens, just wait and believe
that with the power of prayer the grace and mercy of God you will receive