Best Swathing Poems
When the
seaside sepulchre
of a kingdom,
without its queen,
is smeared with
screams of lighting,
I wish to crackle
these slivers
of silver shakle,
and devour
that consoling
taste of balsamic
twilight, which
drapes every
ritual of woe with
maleficent vows.
I wonder, if
the thievery of
of my soul, will
enhance the
crawling of
raven sun
or, bestow power
upon the baptised
mannequin,
by slaying those
jealous lilies,
floating in
summery
estuaries of
my stolen destiny.
As these sage flames
fly across the
chambers of
my castle,
petrifying those
puerile promises
of life, I seak to
be an amaranth,
rising beyond
oak skies as
I engulf those
taunting meteors that
enshroud my
solitude and
dethrone every
essence of
false light, that
consumed those
waltzing scents
of my sangria spring.
Has my heart
become a
fickle thorn,
who will keep
bleeding guidance
in moonlight or
shall this
fortnight be
traced by the last
streak of treacherous
bloodline?
Perhaps,
'The Goddess
of Thunder'
is unfurling
those flaming
rose' maidens,
who wish
to splash ebons
of roaring wreath,
across the
woeful vaults of
my ribcage,
which concealed
their silence
in sentinels of
sacrifice.
I don't assert
the want of
swathing myself
in the perfumed
petrichor of
heinous healing,
as I don't want to
quench this
rage that
is carving a
strife to
refuse my
surrender towards
this succumbing
darkness.
" I wish to be
the soul of a marionette's
pearly pupa,
satiated by fiery halo
of chrysalis,
and slowly weaving
silken hymns of
desperate hope,
desiring to emerge
from the emeralds,
that betray every eye... "
Categories:
swathing, angst, betrayal, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Blue sky turning cobalt
Black cloak in the wind
A skeletal shape
Looking for the innocents sins
Ravens above
In frantic flight
Their master they chase
Decrepit delight
Scythe in swipe
Cutting and swathing
All before him
Bloodied craving
The sands of time
Around his waist
In timely pursuit
His deathly taste
Don't fear the Reaper
For the innocents with no sins
Will rise in their might
And the cleansing begins
The previously fallen
Apparition wraith
Unification of right
As they follow their faith
Cobalt to sky blue
The heavens lights in shine
Don't fear the Reaper
Follow the divine
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Categories:
swathing, angst, faith, fantasyfear, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Drinking morning dews from grass; sun looks healthy,
Housing red yellow rays, sky looks lovely and pretty.
Mountain stands strong wearing deep green garment,
Within white Kans grasses, river looks lovely at its best.
With blessing of winter; trees smile nice bowing its head,
Holding sweet tasty fruits; painting green, orange, red.
Losing all its temper; Sun sleeps on flower petal nest,
Bringing colors from heaven, garden paints better best.
With intensity of darkness; thunder grows to its extreme,
Earth perfumes well; swathing crust with sweet night queen.
Couple feel well; getting pleasure of tight hugs at deep night,
Consuming warmth of blanket,enjoying cold with sexual fight.
Birds return nest for their best, early in the frosty evening,
Wearing white vapor blanket, earth is dull in the morning.
Making fire camp in morning, grandpa tells story of their own,
How he purchased gold necklace, with present price of a gown.
With waving golden crops; earth performs dance nice,
Winter paints its best hues in the farmer’s innocent eyes.
Categories:
swathing, seasons, winter,
Form:
Couplet
Soft she slips into the wood,
Garlanding brush and branches,
Spreading out her lovely cloak,
To cover posts and fences.
Now she drifts into the yard,
Making all things bright,
Swathing each and every thing,
In a mantle of pure white.
The roses in my garden,
Will sleep through Winter's night,
Beneath their mantle made of snow,
Hidden from my sight.
Winter's queen is lovely,
And wonderful to see,
Sparkling in the moonlight,
She smiles and beckons me.
Come walk with me in moonlight.
Come dance beneath the stars.
Laugh as snow flakes kiss your face.
This moment now is ours.
Categories:
swathing, seasons, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness enfolded me in an ebony blanket
Of soft nocturnal feelings, whispers of wisdom
Shading my world with blackest reminiscences
Gentle insights into reflections of a promise
Phenomenal grace captivating my senses
~
As the night envelops me in it’s shroud of dusk
I notice one mysterious creature who is so alone
She perches firmly upon an old oak tree’s branch
Resolute in her purpose to be the wise bird
Amid the nightly visitors of this silent place
~
Mystery surrounds her with it’s fiery glow
Swathing her in a delicate light of richest hope
Alone, she makes a statement of all she stands for
Loneliness, melancholy, wisdom and cryptic peace
Sagacity suits her spirit and colors her in inspiration
~
Shaded in the obscurity of the blackest evening
Moon and stars glisten close to the heavens
Leaving her with thoughts of pure enchantment
Blessed dreams call out to her with their delights
Leaving her with anticipation for the journey in sight
~
Twilight brings her out to the limbs where she lives
To give off her wise old chant of “who who who”
And leaves the other nocturnal creatures with the assurance
That she knows the best way and shows them truth
Which graces their nighttime realm with true prudence
~
As the dusky black sky changes to a dark thick enough to cut
I am reminded why I love to see this majestic creature
A shrewd and clever fowl who desires nothing more than
The harmony and calm of a silent night to encourage her
With beliefs in God’s universe being filled with graceful reveries
~
Breathing through the murky clouds drifting across the heavens
I am blessed to see her for who she truly is, a beautiful creature
Mystifying and enigmatic, sighing out echoes of prayers for peace
Amid the place where she rests her impressive breast against
The solid bark of this grand old tree who calls out for her dignity
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 9, 2020
Categories:
swathing, bird, blessing, old, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Two-word Lines Free
with Rhyme Verse
gibbous moon The near-full moon—
ashen veil its ashen light—
phantasm strewn ghostly, swathing all
redolent pale with pale glow.
shamed hues In moonlight, colors surrender—
morbid face faces are morbid, semblance
heedless muse of those about to pass,
death’s embrace abandoned by life's essence.
gibbous moon Gibbous moon wanes, as
night reviled night warily gauges its retreat.
morning soon And with advancing dawn,
newborn child. new life replaces the departed.
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Categories:
swathing, birth, death, moon, night,
Form:
Quatrain
Once in a while -in a moment
of immense sulfurous clarity, when
every grace I locked in my dilated pupils
begins to form lesions, yellow-running
tears through the deepest, lusty scarlet –
black and white would be a relief.
My mind billows like sheets,
silken, swathing whore-hues
over my perception.
I have to turn my head, hold my eyelashes together
with two fingers
hoping reality is more palatable
in the abstract.
On the edges of my eyes, where the
tawny evil beckons, bending
streaks of light, blurred through my subconscious
I see myself continue.
Unfamiliar limbs flowing over the sidewalk,
never missing an ill-fated furrow,
the cracks that I know will break me
before they seep poison into my mother’s back.
I’ll set aflame this fool’s-gold heart in
my crimson-stained fingers
and hope I don’t burn myself down
like the insanity with her claws on my eyes,
holding every torch high and shrieking to the
heavens for
fire, fire, fire;
No pretenses, just destruction –
hope ashes don’t lodge in my throat
like the drunken revelry,
the celebration: saliva and child-sobbing
unending in the streetlamps
gag-reflex mercy from the pitiless
that preceded them.
Categories:
swathing, recovery from..., sad
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
HARVEST OF VERBS
storing.
vacuum-packing, freezing;
steeping, pickling, smoking;
crushing, slicing, grinding, cutting;
cleaning, peeling, skinning, coring, chopping;
Digging, swathing, raking, collecting, drying, bagging;
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NOTE
This “harvest heap” shape-poem is to be read from the bottom upwards. All harvest operations are in the best order possible, in a single sentence starting with capital “D”, ending with a full stop after the final word “storing”.
Categories:
swathing, autumn,
Form:
Shape
A full moon
Swathing white light
The illuminating ethereal fire
Rests upon and rest beneath
Amidst a midnight forest
Where silence calms the restless trees
The unearthly glow has a story to tell
For those whose manifestation is brought in question
Accept the light that is a reflection of the day
Drink its wisdom and immerse in its wonder
Yet tomorrow is another day
As the heart grows dimmer, the moon’s phase wanes
Categories:
swathing, life, light, moon,
Form:
Free verse
Fabric of the universe,
has weaved all within it's nature
upon looms from spindles,spinning wheels
beginning with a single thread........
Connecting all in purposeful suit
appropriate uniformity
serving one,to serve the all
the whole now luminosity.....
Somehow...the thread becometh loosen
and pulled unraveling many,
like spinning tops in chaotic spin
disorder now a plenty....
Must reattach our common thread
and rid the hatred violent dread
swathing patchwork fabric mend
bring everlasting peace to head.......
Categories:
swathing, life, mystery, nature, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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A careless Swathing of Death's face- pale
Burn the images and erase the memories
Bury the lies beneath Death's dark veil
Dig deep- finding secrets beneath the remains
Salty tears pierce the bloodless veins
Hiding the lies beneath Death's dark veil
Burn the soul and leave the remains
Speak your filthy words-never escape the chains
Live beneath Death's dark veil
cover the truth- with a fairy's tale
Revive the breakage-but it's far too late to mend the damage
All will be revealed once you enter hell beneath Death's dark veil
Your useless sorrow buried with lies
And still you refuse to hear the burning cries
And the truth remains-left decaying beneath Death's dark veil
Burn the remains-bury your life
Give in to the world of never ending strife
Lose yourselves in the void-far beneath Death's dark veil
Never strive for much- always fail
Wondering what has become of this empty life
Receiving a decayed response of ash in the depths of Death's dark veil
Categories:
swathing, allegory, death, fear, dark,
Form:
Ballad
When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.
Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion
ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion
solely concerned with failing lives' fate
you move heaven and earth against time
to wrest back the critical at Hade's gate
with your own forgotten at the sacrificial sublime.
Head o'er heels covered in colors cold
still you keep your hearts of gold
wherefrom bright hue beams
warm love streams
care and cordiality swathing afflicted lands
bundling up every bedside in blessing bands.
Sweat sieging forehead, you have smile snuggle both eyes
fatigue ravaging physique, you have patience station personalities.
Tandem consistency synchronizes and synthesizes
Hippocratic oath and your practice
kneading them into such an integrated tenacity
that the snaggiest terrestrial tmesis cannot tear apart;
Kindred fitness harmonizes and homogenizes
Asclepius' staff and your hands
melting them into such an uncanny continuum
that the sharpest celestial kenning cannot tell apart.
How many grand writers' purple passages paled
and painting masters' soaring strokes flattened
as eminent ebullience of ekphrases encounters self-effacing eclipsers
you are the plainest messengers, the hope and healing disseminators
you are most colorful illuminators, the virtue and vitality vivifiers
Supreme entelechy of esthetics meets pluperfect interpreters.
Categories:
swathing, eulogy, extended metaphor,
Form:
Verse
The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon,
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.
The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the grandeur of charismatic petals.
Rhapsody wind blew in the meadow of my heart,
as you became mine, I floated in the air of euphoria.
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire,
I carved the channel of longing to reach you.
The fervid cloud of craving melted in a torrent,
made my limitless love a cascading river I swam.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my emotions soared high to your moonlit sky,
where my love weaved the enticing lattice of stars,
draping my heart with enchanting tinsels I preserved.
Your alluring footprints I traced,
whenever I felt void and alone in the dark wasteland,
you raised for me the scarlet sun of hope,
my love shined like golden cloud in gorgeous dawn sky.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
I saw your beauty blossom in my alluring arms.
The sapphire patina of the unfurling iris buds
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of love.
A tiny drop of joyful tear in the corner of your eye
gleamed like the luring pearl of shimmering dew,
reflected the radiant flicker of yearning of my heart,
the view took me to the edge of the stalled time.
In midsummer mystique night I took you
through the moondust mist to the dulcet sea shore.
Tuning my pulsating heart with sapphire rhythm of waves,
I placed on your arms a bouquet and me.
With the melody of the whistling flute of zephyr,
and the mesmeric music of the rolling waves,
I composed the lyric of my love resonating for you
with my yearning that imaged my dreams in your eyes.
In my journey across the undulating terrain of life,
through the blizzard in the winter of despair,
and along the valley of flowers in the spring of delight,
by my side I find you, my wife, the precious gift of God.
______________
March 7, 2023
Contest : For You, Love
Sponsored by : Regina Mcntosh
Categories:
swathing, analogy, love, wife,
Form:
Free verse
We can’t go out so what to do?
How do we spend our time?
Imagination, racing thoughts
My brain on overtime.
There’s gardening, painting, DIY
Non urgent jobs to do,
They’re boring and predictable,
I need stimulus, tried and true.
That lazy dog could do a bit,
He snores his life away
Maybe I could combine some things
And make him earn his pay.
The veg patch is so overgrown,
With weeds and grass and such,
It needs a plough to turn it all,
To dig is far too much.
I contemplate the problem,
Ideas are coming fast,
My engineering side comes forth
To help me in this task.
A rotary lawnmower
With motor burnt right out,
I’ll take off all the spinning bits
And modify throughout.
A blade made from a shovel,
That I found lying around,
I built a wooden structure
And fixed it facing down.
A harness formed by ropes,
Tied to doggies walking brace
Then fixed back to the plough
Would keep the mutt in place.
I could steer it by the handles
While the dog was harnessed in
Then turn the garden over,
Job done, that’s it, we’re in.
I put the dog’s brace on him
And he thought his luck was in.
It must be walkies he seemed to say
As he looked at me and grinned.
I led him to my work of art,
And he sniffed at it a bit,
Then he looked at me and shook his head,
Raised a leg and peed on it.
I tied the ropes to his dog brace
And I told him what to do,
But he sat down in front of it,
His labour he withdrew.
I cut a long and whippy stick,
And urged him to get on,
And when I smacked him on the back,
I thought my end had come.
He shot off like racing hound,
Yelping all the way,
The plough was going sideways,
Gouging on its way.
He headed for the rose bushes,
The wife’s most treasured bit,
Then smashed them down to matchsticks
In a horrendous, swathing hit.
I was yelling, he was yelping,
The noise was quite insane,
As he cut a huge wide furrow
In our lush lawn’s green terrain.
The plough got stuck fast suddenly,
The dog wrenched off his feet
And he landed, winded on the ground
Like a hundred yards athlete.
I dismantled the plough
And scattered the bits,
No more projects from my thinking cap,
As I surveyed the garden wreckage
Of my lockdown’s worst mishap.
Categories:
swathing, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee
My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best
(Stark)
I adorn no vibrant leaves
Laird, wooden beast
Plucked till I stood bare
No blightsome shade for sibling seed
From summers wretched glare
(Raving)
With chestnut blight, my ashen crown
Looms remorsefully
And you my wretched parasite
Prefer to pick at me
Not with axe, nor barbarous force
Unjust chipping at my belief
Till I am lost and swathing
In painfilled cumbersome grief
(Mad!)
So whilst the heartwood settles near
And whilst I shed my final tear
Am crushed, lopped rooted out
Be ever headful, covet doubt
That even pon the vilest slope
Within Woolgather
Hush lullaby
Hope x
Categories:
swathing, hope, nostalgia, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse