Best Swiftest Poems
Bird of Prey
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
The night was tranquil and held no fear.
Until came a sound ascended from Hell.
I heard a menacing cry as I drew near.
Upon the shore no wave did break.
No whispers on the wind were heard.
Nor was there a splash on the lake.
From any waterfowl or roosting bird.
The anxious cooing of mated doves
Cried out a warning on this ominous night
They heard the screech from far above,
And trilled warning of a hungry bird in flight.
A mother swan, at the edge of the lake,
gathered her chicks beneath her wings.
It was a time to stay alert and awake.
In the face of danger, no bird dared sing.
The predator hovered high in the sky.
I saw her shadow blanket the moon.
With yet another shrill, piercing cry,
I heard the faint wail of a single loon.
There was movement among the reeds.
The hunter circled in search of her prey.
Her only focus was to fulfill her need
Before dark gave way to light of day.
Talons lowered, she opened her beak.
Again she screamed from great height.
Eyes focused on the fish she did seek.
Upon her wings, reflected moonlight.
Down she plunged with swiftest speed.
With keen senses she was able to snare
The prize that would sate her needs,
And enough to feed her fledgling pair.
With a flap of wings she rose in the sky.
A fish clutched in the grip of her claws.
All the birds were safe. I let out a sigh.
Fulfilled was Mother Nature's basic law.
A stilt legged egret came out of hiding.
Swans craned their necks in a swoon.
Doves continued their calls and chiding.
A nightingale whistled a joyous tune.
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
All was peaceful, serene, and still.
Upon the water, silver moonbeams fell.
The bird of prey had eaten her fill.
Categories:
swiftest, bird, fear, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016
Categories:
swiftest, boat, corruption, life, recovery
Form:
Free verse
He Walked Midnight Sands, In Deserts Of Black Light
He walked midnight sands, in deserts of black light
along old ghostly trails with shadows glowing bright
Never wavering or in doubt, heart blackest black
assured by horrific cries, knew he was on track
With blood-red lusting eyes, grievous moans gave that glee
far better their sweet pain, than kindness within he.
On to canyons of agonies, sweet their sad moans
tormented by his friends, so dear were crying groans
His favorite rest stop, large shining pools of red
into it with a huge hop, soaking up the dread
Relieved of his need, he sought swiftest return
mercy's call paid no heed, he cried let them all burn!
Back through black midnight sands, his evil thus sated
Into his lonesome grave, his darkness was fated.
R.J. Lindley,
Halloween, 1978
Dark Sonnet, 12/12..
Note- (1978) Evil thrives in this dark and brutal world. This is an imaginative poetic look into the black hearts and wicked minds/souls of people that embrace the darkness and die without ever seeing the Truth and the Light.
New Note- ( 10/29-2018)
Forty years have now flown by since this was first composed(in my youth)and evil still thrives in the deeds and the unmerciful hearts of the wicked. For when absent of Truth and Light, man turns to the dark and the evil that exerts such power in this world.
Categories:
swiftest, art, dark, death, halloween,
Form:
Sonnet
He or she who can put pen to paper
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints word pictures, again and again
With the swiftest strokes of a ballpoint pen,
Awakening feelings of wonder and awe
That, perhaps haven’t been sensed before;
Who makes heavy hearts feel at ease
As easily as the wind bends willow trees;
Truly, on that Poet’s words we should feed
For surely they’re worthy of praise indeed.
Categories:
swiftest, artwords,
Form:
Rhyme
Deep within the highland mists, white heather, bright adorning,
I last beheld those flaring eyes, though tender as the borning.
I'd gone a-hiking, early snow, 'midst headland slopes and fells -
Their lullabies e'er sang to me - far flung from towns and dells.
She haunted castle ruins there, made home its ravaged posts,
And spun her ballet in its bones, round-towers dark as ghosts.
That chilled All-Hallows Eve, I slept within its crumbling seams,
And woke to moon and her above, clothed soft in just its beams.
Oh, never did I swim one soul 'twas sweet and broad as she,
Like plunging deep in starlight, and drowning 'midst that sea.
The whitest heather ever known could not, like her, entrance,
No swirling of the swiftest stream would match her lover's dance.
I saw my breath by moonlight, yet none came from her form,
And while a frost was growing thick, I'd never felt as warm.
Thus as we reached crescendo, I clamped tight both my eyes,
Then opened them to find her gone ... no moon, just barren skies.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Halloween Moon" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
swiftest, fantasy, passion, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Five) - Of Six Total
Among the hideous, Poe's great love stood
Annabel, her beauty shining so well
Wretched souls glaring, free them if she could
From agony of this malignant hell.
She watched as Master Poe walked away
Noticing his limping, unsteady gait
And that broken smile as if to her say
I am sorry at your accursed Fate.
A glimpse of love and pity others lack
Perhaps a glimmer of- its not too late
Sweetest message- darling I want you back
You will see my clever plan just you wait.
Then onto the stage a small cage was brought
Its covering removed, there hissed a snake
With green dripping fangs, Annabel it sought
She knew, her very life was at a stake!
Seeing upon stage, black bag Poe had dropped
She raced over to find short sword inside
With it perhaps now the snake she could stop
As it was flowing with its coming slide.
Those watching this horrific scene went wild
With swiftest motion cutting off its head
Then overcome, she cried like a small child
Asking, is it, really and truly dead?
Its gushing black blood pouring at her feet
Again the crowd, gave her cheering applause
Such beloved hero to that snake defeat
Then a booming voice caused all there to pause.
The Hero had returned, sword in his hand
Annabel to save, he ran to her side
Shouting, my Fate, freeing all in this land
No longer my destiny will I hide!
With that heard, Poe every gate key threw
Save one he had given Hero before
Love had said, her release is overdue
For its help, Poe fallen down to implore.
Now poor wretched souls saw Hope was alive
Raven was summoned to stop their mad flight
Freedom's promise, on its lights they did thrive
But Raven had great powers in his might!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Five... (Of 6 total)
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Total # Words:306
Categories:
swiftest, art, dark, death, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
A day when everything goes your way
I must be doing something wrong
when you do everything on your checklist
Haven't I forgotten something?
when all those checks arrive in the mail
How many will bounce?
when your wife listens to you and says you're right
Are you sure you're feeling well, dear?
when your teenagers clean up their rooms voluntarily
Go ahead and treat yourself to some recreational marijuana, guys
when your boss gives you an unscheduled raise
Uh-oh. What miracle does he want out of me now?...
when you get in the swiftest check-out line in the supermarket
when you make every green light on your commute to and from work
when you win Powerball AND Little Lotto
when you get zero telemarketing calls
when this dream ends with
a wet, sloppy kiss from
your loyal, trusty dog...
Categories:
swiftest, day, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Have you heard the symphony, the voyage of an eternal time?
Its Chariot is the swiftest one, gone soon, gone long
Beating hearts touch the innermost mind
Darkness. wrapped in encircled mourning, befallen with the fallen, starlight.
O My Friend !
That nomadic time, a traveler one
Engulfed me again, with her embracing vest of time
Took me to her gypsy churn,
A quest toward an intrepid one.
Farther and farther away from yours.
It seems only in mind, that I escaped death
Happening in a thousand more times.
Today, the new dawn with the mountain-peak
Where , the chariot left a trace of agitated wind blower speed
With my older name.
There is no turning back
If you ponder from a distance, looking back
you will not find me as one you knew too close.
I bid you farewell, My friend!
Categories:
swiftest, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Blackbirds and undulate bush
Trapped in time's tapestry--
The fluid hide of the big leopard
Who leapt on cushioned feet
Once to race the swiftest
Scents in the wind-- A proud
And muscular beauty, the leopard,
Left alone now does not stalk
But paces on bare concrete
Where chunks of prey fall cold
By his dung, by his hidden claws.
He walks in rhythms of gone sound--
Chuckles and howls, hooves in sprints,
Shrieks of struggles in his teeth.
He does not stalk; he paces now
Behind the bars of our amusement--
Another of God's profound ideas
Revised by men.
Categories:
swiftest, animal,
Form:
Free verse
It was the first nightmare I had awake
With chills, fear replaced the blood in my veins
I searched for death and through the swiftest means
But death itself did cower so to flee
Far from the fiercest thing mankind had seen.
Categories:
swiftest, fear,
Form:
Cinquain
Fate of the Faithful
The orb of light that once shone through
Confounding the darkness permeating time;
Now the boiling pot of a dark brew
Of a sinful repulsive and slimy grime
The lighthouse that once guided ships
With the luminescence of the sacred truth
By greed and falsehood, in perpetual eclipse
Its every beam, we must now doubt the sooth
The holy place of service and congregation
Where redemption was taught to be by grace
Now, a market place for trading salvation;
The wealthiest, the swiftest in the race
Now earthling men are elevated
To gods, by their undiscerning sheep
Powers of the Most High are arrogated
By them to keep their sheep in perennial sleep
The devil and the bride; now hand in hand
Their adultery reeking its awful stench
Magic and miracles take a joint stand
To further ensnare the confused wench
The spiritual works of the gullible faithful
Whose toil; weekly exploited for personal gain
May in the end weep, rather than be cheerful
As their life long labour, may have been in vain.
May 4, 2017
Categories:
swiftest, christian, confusion, religion, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain
The folds have heard his gentle voice,
In which I was yet to hear.
They say it is still and small;
A sound to comfort the tiers.
Had I been left forsaken,
Built along my grievances?
The shadow of a lost man,
Trapped in my performances.
A golden cloak to harbor the truth
Of the soul that lies in shame.
Alas, his divining blade cuts true;
Transcending the confines of my claims.
He knows the nature of my depth,
And a simple voice I shall not heed.
My endearment for music of the soul
Is the swiftest route to capture me.
I sit amongst the gentiles,
And the choir intonates.
His sword has pierced my innermost,
And my heart begins to wake.
My walls began to crumble and fall;
A consequence of gospel’s forte.
Tears of reprieve afforded to me,
By grace’s doctrine they exhort.
The many years wasted by me,
I did not mind from within.
At last I’ve heard his holiest spirit,
And felt his benediction.
Categories:
swiftest, faith, gospel, identity, pain,
Form:
Narrative
Checking the lights on the dashboard when they flash and stay red:
it's the oil that needs to be changed or the engine that requires
maintenance, and in frigid temperatures who would venture outside and get frostbites?
A car is a necessity, a commodity and besides daily pleasure, it may cost a lot indeed.
Running to the grocery store through the backdoor when milk is low,
and guests wait for a fresh coffee pot and you put on a face not so mellow,
and much worse when you forget the roast in the oven...the bird you admire,
and smoke fills your kitchen...you just dial 911 and scream, " My house in on fire! "
But the worst one that can send you into havoc...
when the mean kid down the block throws a rock
and your window shatters and the cat flees with the swiftest animal beat,
but the dog gets vicious and runs after him by exposing his sharp teeth.
Ever forgot to send your mom a Christmas or Easter card?
She'll call you the same day knowing that the Post office won't deliver,
and what her voice will sound like? Soft or harsh, or angry as a bard?
I can imagine the words she will say, " Have you forgotten something, dear? "
These are just few of them that can drive you crazy like wild kids who love to fight
and make you head spin and ache until you sit down and take a break by a lamplight,
" Ouch!" You got burned from the splashing water while draining your steamy pasta...
you complain,"It's overcooked and not al dente!" And like mother you exclaim,"Basta!"
* The word "Basta" in Italian means " It's enough "
Categories:
swiftest, food, funny, mother, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
IMPERMANENCE
Nothing seems to last more than a blink
From seconds to millennia - just think:
Sunsets most fleeting
Chocolate you are eating
Ice-cubes in coke (or lemon-and-lime )
Mascara in the rain runs faster than time
Cherry blossom, soft, pink, falling
Indian summers whose end is galling
Teenage girls' crushes on the football squad
Rap music ( almost gone now, thank God )
Narrow waistlines (without cheating)
Crude oil reserves which we are greedily eating
Troy, city of fabled towers
Pyramids, symbols of earthly powers
Mountains always eroding to the sea
Stars so dim we can’t really see.
Waterfalls, Montmorency or Niagara
Sexual potency without viagra
Don’t rely on any of these things
They will fly with the swiftest wings.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .
NOTE
As the poem progresses, the lifespan of items
increases, (with the exception of the final item of course),
but all are limited.
Categories:
swiftest, funny
Form:
Imagism
Never lose hope because of what they say
Never be afraid of what intent they may lay
You have to be a man enough to wear the crown
So no matter how hard seems the battle, move on
To be a victor, it takes not merely the swiftest
You must be strong and tough like the fittest
There are many other tighter barriers to cross
Everyone must be fit enough to carry his cross
There are many great books yet to be written
Everyone must know the truth so long hidden
………./////……../////……..//////……../// ///…….
You can make it work better
And be on record as the pacesetter
The battle is tough, admitted
But we are strong enough, permitted
Just fight and win the good fight
When you sight the bright light
Before man became a living idol,
There was a living hope to never fall
…….////…….//////…….//////………/////…… ….
You don’t have to stand there and watch
While you can hear the tickling of your watch
You better stand up now for yourself
Before your books decay in your shelf
Don’t ever wait until it’s too late
You must know, your faith determines your fate
Don’t act a Long John first in London
You must be ready to face Armageddon
There is no more precious time to waste
It’s very high time we gird every waist
So we can fight for the victorious crown
And implement the master plan long drawn
Yes! We can make things happen
Though many just watch things happen
Categories:
swiftest, courage, hope,
Form:
Rhyme