Best Tame Poems
They know how to press those buttons,
With just a familiar chosen word or two,
How to enrage one's spirit with a tone,
A glance sharp enough to pierce the skin.
A will that screams, I am better than you,
Stronger, louder...how they deftly dominate.
Sometimes a controlled backfire is needed
To control the intensity of growing flames.
A tempest tipped to dissipate, to drown itself
In blending the cold air with welcome warmth
As atmospheres of milder temperatures prevail,
Mildly melding together, creating a balmy breeze.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
Those couples who argue and make up will relate to the metaphors
used in this poem. A definition of *backfire is for those from other countries.
NORTH AMERICAN
*backfire: a fire set intentionally to arrest the progress of an approaching fire by creating a burned area in its path, thus depriving the fire of fuel.
Gentle, the soul of one
not fearful
connection, with beast and the mild
to tame, it has been done
yes, mindful
of its hunger, call of the wild
Tender, heart of the free
still amazed
at respect given, by large beast
tame, the roar instantly
well behaved
not at all frightened, in the least
Patient, one in control
spellbinding
this companionship of the King
tame, a beautiful soul
so caring
calms the sea, one that is willing
~ Lingering thoughts ~
What can be tamed, Shall be
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Form of Poetry (Tri-fall)
The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
TO TAME A SHREW
Tunke Tunke Tunke
I dragged her along and into the trunk
Clunk clunk clunk,
I hear some screaming from the Tunke
I drove away, in my brand new Lex
Avoiding both grammar and spelling checks
Safely away, I saved the day
Off I am to the road by the bay
Tunke Tunke Tunke
Her crass verse I too stuffed in the trunk
Drunk drunk drunk
How else does one explain a skunk in the trunk?
So by the bay, I opened me trunk
Someone is gonna be going for a dunk
I unloaded the cargo chapter and verse
At the bottom of the lake let’s see her converse
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
Dawn enveloped in teal veil gown
Divided the woods of chatter
Rainbow light through pinnacle crown
First echoes of early laughter
Nesting lieu for flocks stood apart
Flowers nodded and seemed to smile
Whispers of song in every heart
Unicorn met maiden awhile
She braids his golden mane above
The evening fell the sun went down
Gaze spark of grace and tender love
A sphere of flames amongst the ground
Moon raised and spied from the night sky
Trembled the stares a lullaby
11/17/2016
she had a mind like a brushfire
ate the testicles of men at a glance
and knew how to foreplay
my weaknesses like loaded dice
I was in a state of moral exhaustion
seeking the counsel of voodoo princesses
in an emaciated Assyrian odyssey
laced into the spokes of her chariot
people who are honest are always in trouble
I know she won't always have
the sickle moon ass she has now
but I needed her help to get out on parole
having been caught collaborating
with the lead in my pencil
handwriting analysis gave me up
darkness blends with truth
confessing under a hot comb
to nothing but having looked at the stars
you can't put a fence around it
being the only ethical conclusion
I tried a last ditch gambit
but she liked living with a gun to my head
much more than I did
because it amuses me is no answer
gimme your brains cowboy
or I'll blow them across the room
she had already cut out my heart
blew it up like a rubber balloon
my prayers did absolutely nothing
and I go shopping for an online exorcist
as it jets about the room
upsetting the cat shocking the monkey
and giving the turtle a manic episode
which for him was an entire historic epoch
answering the age old question
where do we hide the body
but in plain sight so here I am
I amused her and we married
even a sociopath will enlist
after an ass kicking by the Gods
we're all hungry for a new day after all
don't kill your TV
give it to someone
who knows how to use it
to read trail sign
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Tame the Lady Society.
Make her hand out moments of goodness for Heaven's scoreboard.
She gives a chance for all to see their shining moments come to pass.
When looking to a distant shore her real love can never be ignored.
S.E. Clark copyright 2011
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
This poem was inspired by James 3:8, enjoy!
Two wise men
Decide to gather round
A fire in a kin
When one's mouth makes a hissing sound
He bragged about his fame
In the land where he was from
For every creature is tamed
Wherever he shall come
"I have tamed a fish before;
When I went out to sea
Now I can change the ocean floor
So it now belongs to me
I have tamed a diving hawk
Who, like my mind, is of great speed
I have made the parrot talk
Now the air belongs to me
And I have tamed the beastly lion
Who conquers all around
Every creature shall be spied on
Now that I'm the king of ground"
"Your feats do take away my breath--
But I know a creature that controls more
It can cause both life and death
It can rock the universe's core
But only I know it's name;
It's of neither north nor south
I'm afraid you'll never tame
What's called the demon in your mouth"
Wondering upon our almost forgotten smiles
and twinkling eyes hidden,
we have spun this world
in smoke and mirrors,
reflecting light in curving waves.
We have wandering
into the misty fog
as it marched
out of clear air
on a perfect night
to become rooted
in the moss upon which we dream,
seizing that ethereal ground like honey
under winter's veil.
Perhaps it explains why
that which spins in you
is foreign to me,
sometimes,
and yet somehow
a thread of it loops around my heart
and tugs,
as familiar as kin,
or friends too long apart.
And I realize how deeply
you reflect the same light
that I've known uncounted
for a thousand years
times a thousand more.
I feel the stretch of this flaxen fulfillment
and hear its golden tone humming
as it lengthens.
Sometimes too loose to vibrate
the membranes
of our soup-can telephones.
So that even though we both speak
in muted carefully hesitant tones,
our words slip away into space
and only the stars know the songs we sing.
Bellowed out like whales in an empty sea,
only by chance refracted into a hearing ear,
that begins to understand
and then lapses into slumber again.
Even as magnificently we harmonize
beyond the dark face of the hidden moon at midnight,
we hear not each others callings,
and even less often see them dancing.
Except perhaps
in the limelight of our hearts sweet glow
where I know we live.
So it is odd to feel
this familiar twist
of an old theme
of distant overtures not really knowing
what note should follow
the one that follows
the one that is yet unwritten.
It just floats there unresolved,
sometimes aching for nothing at all,
other than the illusion of being.
Yet sometimes aching for the grace
to say softly, the love that floats here
in my heart for you,
without trying to enchant an echo.
Just to freely blow that kiss
into free space knowing
that is enough to be received
by the one that is.
And given by that one too,
to itself.
And so I reflect upon that flow
I have named you,
and wish it good journey,
knowing we are both leaf and river.
Masters of the helm
we sometimes do not steer
and only at the mercy
of the sea we will not tame.
crouched...
ready
attack or flee?
he hides
exposing not even
the speckled ambiguity
of social foliage.
watching...
hunger reaches
out to feed
where fear springs back-
this quiver
held between
is snapping snarling pain.
He's not afraid of me
but that he'll tame!
Oh, wild intensity
How can he trust
me just to touch
undo the trap
and set him free?
Intelligence in curly frame,
What’s going on inside your head?
Sweet thoughts are calm and worries fed,
Boring not to have imps to tame?
Perfect ILLUSION
Of life
Emerges with doubt
Tame the INEVITIBALE rage
Return once again
Your soul
Prime the feast
Alabaster to rouge
Liken the INFUSION
Akin to the essence that
CREATIVITY will always
EVENTUALLY satiate
Tears slide down from ebony eyes
Burgundy broken heart burnt fried
Wounded by words like stones that fly
Stunting self esteem killing pink pride
You speak kindly to strangers though
You even greet plants finely and they grow
Yet you blindly hurt the ancestors soul
With your desire to let the truth be told
It’s not what you say but how you do
Everyone in life at times has been a fool
No one lives life without a mistake or two
And only God Christ can judge not you
Let your tongue be a poem for the lord
Be it firm or soft but not a silver sword
Inspire powerful energy and prayer indeed
Winning bees with words sweet like honey
Tongues that teach are tongues that lead
One to reflect inspect and digest wisdom speak
One can not expect an infant who has no teeth
To chew the thickest stew of spiritual meat
So kindly feed the needy