Best Tail Rhyme Poems
A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name
In lust I ascend to claim my prey
Goblins to gobble, dragons to slay
New blood to tempt my game
I brand the highest spruce with my mark
I am as white as the night is dark
Silent, floating prowl
As encroaching dawn takes starlight's place
Revealed beneath my human face
Soul of snowy owl.
1/8/19
She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies
Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies
She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise
They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes
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As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise
Writing is dancing with words...
a titillating tango with verbs delicious...
a sultry waltz with rhythm and meter...
a hot rumba with randy adjectives...
a forbidden dance with unnamed nouns...
if this has not left you wanting more
then I shall dance with words no more.
Poetry is a pure passion play
of alliteration and words dancing in line,
a quick-stepping, twin-tapping salsa,
a seductive rhapsody in rhyme,
moving metaphors, measure and time…
my love is wrapped in this poetry
so will you please come dance with me?
I gazed at your beauty and your hair cascading,
You glanced at me- O, he is handsome, this man;
Your sensuous lips so tempting, captivating,
I laughed and it was a deep rumbling laugher.
And this was the beginning of our love affair,
Your family would not approve of this pairing;
On a ship leading you to a life of despair,
So we met in secret, making love and talking.
As the ship entered port you slipped me your address,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
We have been corresponding, our words a caress,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
I will never forget our gifted nights of bliss,
So a secret journey I have planned- a voyage;
You love me with true love and I long for your kiss,
And I will beseech for your hand in marriage.
Last week I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
This time away, from your touch became harder,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice,
Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor;
Summer, your sweet roses covered our palace,
This time away, from your touch became harder.
I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean,
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour;
I begged then for distance erasing potion,
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower.
The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face,
Informing me the dire depts that you found this clutch;
I reminded you, no distance could our love erase,
Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
Now, board a ship that will take me to my true love;
Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better,
Never my loving touch shall you be deprived of.
_____________________________
December 5, 2015
Tail-Rhyme
Co-write with Broken Wings and Robert Lindley
Lord, thank you for this boy,
Who fed me and gave me a nice home;
Thank you for my good fate,
You didn't allow me to stay
With the street dogs and went on astray.
I am asking you to bless me and my little master,
To keep us both safe tonight,
And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders,
Pour upon us your Holy Spirit,
That we may both have a good night sleep.
As we both lay down on the cozy bed,
Give us a wonderful dream,
Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream,
Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen,
And Lord, please save my loudest voice,
For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.
Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees.
Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze.
And this very mother nature
in full-blown winter
gives all the cold shoulder
Reveals her cold-hearted side
Could'st turn into a cold-blooded murderer
Even her nature lovers get cold feet
Besides, the winter sun is cold comfort .
A time for a A-tishoo in your tissue
a time for the noisy sneeze
Oh! Beware her icy glare, in the cold war
as she coerces all to freeze!
Ah, in summer, nature boils and goes into a 'heated debate'
What with the burning sun and its scorching torment
Ah, she can be hot-tempered this mother nature
But let the sweltered ones bathe in the seven seas
and opt for sundaes instead of steaming teas.
And if you really wish to see
mother nature fuming in fury
Behold it in thunderstorm and hurricane
You crouched safely behind the window pane
For she might storm at you quite violently
Watch out! She could get real stormy
Better stay out of her way at such times please!
And hee hee I do hope yah like
my seasoned seasonal pun
It's fine here to have
some fair weather fun
And take mom Nature's pic as she says cheese!
Yet the point here, she's created as are all mothers
implying God, not she herself could have made all of these
And so like all God's creatures who have free will
she's fallible and perhaps at times free to do as she please.
(Though some bad weather conditions can be due to human pollution in repercussion.)
Peekaboo
I see you
But you do not see me
Clammy sweat
Palms get wet
You want to run, be free
Shiver, shake
Wide eyes make
You give a stiffled scream
Unclear doubt
What's about
Feel's like horrible dream
Heartbeats race
You hide face
You can't this torture bear
Close behind
Me you'll find
You know my name as Fear
You can't see
Wicked me
But Fear is always near!
~ 29 Apr 2016~
Contest Sponsored by SKAT A
Being invisible #2 - Poetry Contest
Note:
Fear is the companion of everybody. Silient, irrational, omnipresent, and INVISIBLE. Fear always lurks around the corner, it is invisible and strikes one suddenly. It is diffiult to come to terms with it let alone recognise it. The scream of the drowning person, or the suffocating feeling or terror of a phobia, are all manifestations of FEAR - once you face it, it vanishes!
His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me
He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free
Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he
Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green
September 26, 2019
Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
What would the future, wiser me
The lonely widow I'm sure to be
Say to me, today
How precious, his baritone groan
To muted ears left all alone
Once he's flown away
Life's rivers drain abruptly swift
So recognize this timeless gift
Let this moment - stay
6/10/20
For 'Triple Stanza Tail-Rhyme' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Scarce contained within its bounds
Surging, straining to break free
Pulsating and palpable
Enticed by its pure energy
Mesmerized and drawn, a moth to flame
O, that I might be a god!
Grab these reins and take control
Are they not mine, and this, my day
For others to admire, extol?
Seduced complete by thoughts of storied fame
Child, remove thy hand, step back
Quick to act, quick to forget
How thy ways cause misery
Sorrow, shame, and much regret
Pleasure, fleeting, always ends the same
Upward cast thy gaze, child, never down
Your loving Father ever wears the crown
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 09/25/22
[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]
Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
At our favorite time of the year.
Don’t you remember how deep in December
We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
A breeze from up north had come calling.
I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
And surely—at length—find our way.
But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
The will to do good goes astray.
So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
As we leave the real world far behind.
5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A
How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons
God has a scale where He weighs & sits
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
You have Africa on your mind
The distant land you left behind
With nothing to prove.
Humiliated, without a choice
There’s melancholy in your voice
What is your next move?
Vent your feelings through land and sea
To the rhythm that sets you free
Who could disapprove!
Raise your song – with a blend of hues
Bring on the notes of swinging blues
To shuffle and groove.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 8th March 2014
Contest : Take Two
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 2nd
Stir of echoes
Run through my mind
I see them there
All the time
Where do they come from
And why are they there
Echoes all around me
I try to erase them
Echoes out of time
They're on repeat
All the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear
They're getting
Closer all the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear
The closer I get
The more I fear
I'm losing my mind!
~ Sandalwood ~
Fall days leaves of gold orange and grey
this scent fills my room with passion my mind with clarity
The senses are calmed and my inner soul strengthens
As if I can visualize inner peace
watching the many trees fall
The scent of Sandalwood reminds
~ of what once stood ~
allowing me to accept all
bringing solace to my soul
filling the air of past and present
one of natures gifts holds a musky oil passionate
enlightens all senses reminding me
of Native American ways fires blazing
children dance and listen to old ways
Thunder and rain in the misty Canyons
dessert Sage and Sandalwood
close my eyes yet seeing the truth