Best Sunder Poems
* For Mary Kathleen Lessard Caithness *
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cast tie-lines to shadowy depths above
meteors to plunge the ocean of suns
kick off - tally-ho! from the pier of known
a scoundrel's nod to the skull and bone
vast skies uncharted now beckon ahead
a dusk of dreams splashed yellow and red
naught but astounding, the adventures be
an endless sojourn 'cross a sparkling sea
the sky-palette waits for a score of tales
come a warm solar wind to puff the sails
all worries and why's now, abaft the beam!
set our course due for a foolish dream!
a celestial tempest to bend the jack
to his tasking a-hold the kicking strap
stem the tide, aye, mind the moonbeam drift
spread her wings wide and give her lift
the sextant's now set to the Milky Way
(we'll grave her clean on a windless day)
to port side, a wink from the Seven Sisters
off starboard, the gleam of nebulous vistas
we sunder the clouds with our wake of mist
now dark matter deep and heaven-kissed
tossed by the waves through a sea of night
we gasp for the void, yet we drown in light
our spirits denuded and paean-versed
we dare constellations to do their worst
for now we all pull to the labor at hand
to chart the expanse of this boundless land
at the bidding and mercy of a rapturous breeze
three prayers for fair winds and following seas
'til our hearts are sated and our marrow torn
and we drop our anchor there, worry-worn …
on the sands of time, we'll commend our dance
and return our dust ... to the great expanse.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Sky" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Best Rhyming Poem 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ at Poetry Soup.com, awarded February 1, 2018.
The Muffin and the Cupcake
Little miss muffin was resting one day
When a cute little cupcake came looking her way
The gaze he held, was saying one thing
I'm coming over to pull apron string
She blushed an blustered and turned all coy
But couldn’t resist the touch of the boy
Was this the mix she had waited for
Since she had sprung from the old oven door
He ambled over, his eye on her crest
He touched her side to physically test
He needed to see she was not a mirage
For he was battered by beauties barrage
He felt the warmth that swelled from her heart
And swore that day that they’d never part
He said, “My darling, with me will you run
I’ll take you a ride and we will have fun
For you are my muffin and I’m your cupcake
And nothing will sunder the bond that we make”
She took, his word, their lips came to meet
Was there ever before, kisses tasting so sweet
The last I heard, they had run away
And merrily danced in their love so they say
So muffin or cupcake, next time you eat
You may have destroyed, but their love not defeat.
* For His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum *
oh …
how I’ve dreamed of you -
sultry mistress to the sun's ire …
dappled and coy amid the palms, a-sway
your eyes of the gloaming’s
vault shimmering with the Milky Way …
Luna, red as rouge to
blush your cheek of sacred sand
dune drifts, the waves of
your golden tresses …
you …
a flawless gem, shimmering
cut and polished with care and perfection to
sunder the sunlight into rainbows -
to focus the best energies and
acumen of humankind
and seed an oasis orchid with a
bloom, exquisite and rare …
oh proud are you
jumeirah, jadhab and mutheer ...
soon and sure
we shall woo each other -
you, Princess of the Arabian Desert
me, fool for your fevered wiles
tempted from afar …
you, immodest and lush
with such lavish loins of excess
arms of extravagance, beckoning me
decadent, seductive …
warm, endless summer night
whispering fancies …
take good care, my heart
the soft echos of its dire drumming have
yet returned from the firmament
final pulses not abounding ...
but the rhythm it
hereafter composes is graciously
sacrificed for your admiration …
offered up to your dream -
sweet song of your gilded breeze …
the aria of my tawny, torrid temptress ...
DUBAI!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Foreign Travel" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Landscapes Poetry Contest", Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Exotic Poetry Contest", Debbie Guzzi, Sponsor.
If I'm not normal should I conform
and seek to perform as all do
or should I reach to perfect my form
and be how I was born true
There's safety in numbers
but this one wonders
if one mind wanders
walks afar in sunder
while others slumber
standing to ponder
previous blunders
could the one that wanders
understand wonders
give back to numbers
who will then wander
beyond to yonder
as those once stunners
become common runners
out of the box thinking stuns some numb,
it's a heavy weight knockout they come undone
for others to have thoughts you wrestle is fun
a combination they shuffle like a champion
commoners thoughts pace up and down
the same sites with the same sounds
facing lows and heights on the same grounds
hoping to sight delights unfound
but it's not how I do as I venture out on random paths
the way untraveled collect clues bits quarters make halves
with half an idea plough through though told it's daft
until I announce I've something new which stops laughs
so should I conform against my nature
work to reform and advance my stature
live untrue to me as though an actor
allow only unnatural attributes to factor
why misplace and waste so it's untraced
and put in its place the common taste
when I could embrace what can't be replaced
and chase it and ace with my victory face
POTD 9/7/2019
i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than the bees and the birds
if only this site would let me swear
you'd be picking chunks of vomit right out your hair
because i'm sicker than a dirty joke
make no mistake i'm not an ordinary bloke
got a mind that can think in several dimensions
i knock you down if you have pretentions
don't even try and take me on you can't win
i'll send your poems to the bargain bin
my intellect and wit outshines all
i can build you up and i can make you fall
black and blue from verbal attacks
look theres a rock quick get back....
under it
if not i'll sunder it
i'll kick you to the curb
with a noun and a heavy adverb
i could go on and on and on
but i really feel like i am done
i embarass all who assail me
if you dont like it. tough. you cant jail me
my sparkling put downs will never fail me
so if you feel brave try and comeback at me
i'll make you get down on both knees
a slap in your face
you are a complete disgrace
Flickering like candles in the slightest breeze,
Raw with emotion, they are seen so easily worn on sleeves.
Asunder they may break, so
Gentle you must be! Gossamer
Is the flimsy sweater of protection that they wear.
Laugh or look too hard at them, and you are liable to
Embarrass or perhaps even to embitter them.
Heed my advice:
Exercise restraint. Their souls
Already are exposed and must be assuaged.
Refrain from ridiculing them, for
They already suffer from self-consciousness.
Sweeten your words instead. Strengthen and support fragile hearts.
Written Oct. 23, 2016
Follow your heart,
And you'll find your way,
Listen to your heart,
And tell me what it says.
Deep inside there is a dream,
Something more than it seems,
There seems to be a voice within,
That tells me I should trust Him.
Sometimes it tells me it is going to be alright,
And that there would always be a light shining bright,
But sometimes it feels like I want to surrender,
And my world begins to sunder and shatter.
It feels now like I cannot go on,
And the path now seems forlorn,
Silent and abandoned for all it may be,
Betrayed by all that was once with me.
It feels useless and worthless to even try,
For all hopes and dreams began to die,
And it seems everything was a lie,
But time still goes on by and by.
Hold my hand
and guide me right.
Never let it go
and hold it tight.
Form:
There is a reason for tears
To cleanse our sadness and fears
Strength will follow like thunder
So, our soul will not sunder
Falling light or heavy, either way
Tears heal our pain and dismay
Let them fall, if they may be,
Waiting for release so you can be free
Tears shed when walking life’s miles
Will turn into an abundance of smiles
Heidi Sands
6/1/18
Raindrops on umbrellas make me happy,
As they drum a merry melody,
Raindrops are the promise,
Of springtime sprung upon us,
The spectrum of a rainbow’s symphony.
Raindrops are the milk of nursing mothers,
They nourish lakes and rivers by the flow,
They journey with the daughters,
Of life-engaging otters,
And stir the raging waters undertow.
Raindrops are the tides of our resistance,
The strength of our persistence by and by,
The lightning and the sunder,
Of nature's rolling thunder,
And miracles of wonder to the eye.
Raindrops are the peace of our forgiving,
The comfort of a mother's lullaby,
The life-affirming story,
Of nature's morning glory,
Reflected in the children passing by.
Silently I walk inside the woods of wonder
Vigilant of signs that I seek of prey,
Blending with landscapes display,
Exploring networks without blunder,
Not placing anything into plunder.
Seek to win my prize in anyway.
Never to eradicate, for only play,
Whether mammal or animal sunder.
Both quarries I believe are cunning.
That I have hunted in my life.
Each target has sent me running.
Equally they have given me strife.
As well mutually they are stunning.
Whether my Dear, or Deer, so rife.
"Lagn mhanje kay asat? Tyachya manatil vicharanche, tichya cheharyavarch pratibimb asat!
Tichya prashna adhi tyach uttar tayar asat!"
"Lagan mhanje kay asat? Tine chaha kela tari tyala sarbat hav asat, tyane gajra anala ki, nemke tila phul hav asat!"
"Lagna mhanje kay asat? Tyachya befikirikarita tichya janivanch kondan asat, tyachya chukana tichya padaranch panghrun asat!"
"Lagna mhanje kay asat? Kadhi samzota tar kadhi bhandan asat, toh chidla tari tine shant rahaych asat, cupatlya vadalala chahasobat sampavaych asat!"
"Lagna mhanje kay asat? Premach te bandhan asat, kadhi doan mananch milan asat, tar kadhi doan jivanch bhandan asat!"
"Lagna mhanje kay asat? Gharach gharpan asat, ekane viskatle tarihi dusryane te savraych asat,vidhyatyla padlele te ek sunder swapn asat ........!"
Form:
There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.
Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander,
Ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
The very question seeks to sunder
Restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocate their ending without trace.
She shines against obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Tried at times the patience of formless Elohim
Stirred wings that whisper in the golden wind.
So She calls attention, having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
To tally up the Pros and Cons
Gather up such seeds as sown
Through troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.
So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where those angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.
A burning golden river.
A thousand ember dots.
Whose endless waking slivers,
Hide liquid molten knots
A contented purring timbre
Of viscous weary rock,
Caught in eyes of amber
And weeping molten locks
Its ingot rivlet ripples
Wafting whispers in the air.
Its quaking thunder trickles,
Build shaking sunder mares
Brushing one another,
Aurus tears they bleed
Darkened flesh they smother,
In dripping gilded creed
Burning golden river,
A weaving flame no more
Dusty charred banks quiver
Slaked in starlit gore.
7/17/15
As light breaks through mountain ridges
It touches upon pastures and cobblestone bridges
On top of the summit, tall it’d tower
a small and reclusive edelweiss flower
With kin of his own, for those were with the trees below
He was accompanied solely by the light, wind and snow
The light didn’t engage in conversation and was rather taciturn
Save it for a morning greeting, and his moonlit return
The snow would often mutter and grind,
But unlike the trees would think, he was warm and kind
The most loquacious of them all, was without a doubt the wind
She told stories so wild, edelweiss couldn’t have ever imagined
Thus their lives were composed of tranquility and bliss
Until one day however, something was quite amiss
the snow croaked to the wind, to which she did not take heart
Enraged, she stormed so strong it could sunder even the trees below apart
In response the snow started to rumble and tear
His avalanche dragging edelweiss down, in a fit of despair
After the wind bore witness to the passing of her friend
Tears of bitter grief would violently descend
High in the mountains, where the wind still howls out in search
Dear trees, have you perhaps seen my beloved flower, and what of the snow?
I think edelweiss got lost in that fateful storm, replies a birch
regarding your other friend, spoke the oak, was drowned in your sorrow.
The wind could not help but continue to grieve
But thankfully the light was there to console and relieve
As the light pierced through her clouds on mountain ridges,
Upon those now distant pastures and cobblestone bridges.
One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.