Best Tamer Poems
I have fought you in tears for years,
useless in our abuse, an excuse for entertainment
at the merriment of no one save we two
and we knew the outcome, always the same
the shame in the unfought defeat, fresh meat
for the masses to feed on and laugh at on our behalf.
And at morning’s light, the same fight of we two,
me and you going round and round in a cage,
our own stage of self-destruction, and an eruption
of no one clapping in amusement, a bemusement
and a confusing silence as I realize that the whip
that’s hurting me is the very same one held by me.
Categories:
tamer, allegory, introspection, sad, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Be it cage or court
A tamer is needed soon
Mom out of money
The crooked lawyer
More fierce than a Lions whip
Fearless Judge needed
To rid politics
Must decide in child's behalf
Who gets the short stick?
Categories:
tamer, corruption,
Form:
Senryu
we pass through the gates
we pass the kindergarten with it's colourful play area
we pass the primary school with the din of laughter
we pass the middle school with the hubbub of whirlwind psychosis
we are hit with the high school building
we are hit with wild landscapes
we are hit with fickle wassails
we are hit with hoodoo troopers
i teach Wordsworth
there's always something missing
we come from a world that is more heavenly
our childhood happened to someone else
i''m going to give up poetry and teaching
and go into clowning
Categories:
tamer, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
The tamer of my heart.
For too long I am wanderer,
A normad searching for love,
Vagabond worker of piquancy;
I meet birds, none looks dove,
I see flowers,none is like rose .
River bird ignore me not,
Tell me where my love is;
The angel with camwood on her feet,
Who has two beads on her twisting waist,
Whose hairs are youngest palm fonds.
The arrivistes say they cat-walk
But my love is a gorgeous chameleon;
Stepping out like recovering for tiredness,
Tire? No,she's only being ebullient, debonair;
Her steps only dexterity of her beauty.
Tell me river bird, lest I die:
Her camwood , my beam of light,
The cymbals on her waist sing me lullabby,
Her hairs are the capillaries of my heart;
Ignore me not, my heart aches.
Alas, whispers of light, could she be the one ?
Is this light shadow of her glorious camwood ?
Foliage is dancing,could her cymbals be singing?
My heart turns,oh heals,it pumps,life rejuvenates,
A glimpse,glaring, she is, she is the tamer of my heart.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
14/2/14
Categories:
tamer, love,
Form:
Free verse
Stranger
writen By : jutyar tamer sadeeq
The unemployed mornings of light give me Insomnia nights
I was alone with the dream in Inattention of me
Teaching him how to bothering me
The sails may not understand what she wants from Labyrinth.......
A step seperates heart from the entrance of wound
I see myself clap to strangers
I see my face in dispute with mirrors
I was sure that the sound
Is a white ink..... forgot my hand on the door handle
And remembered the world is a shed regretting
Stranger .... except death in my distances
Fragrant calls me to whites of departure
Transleted by ; aydy badr
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Categories:
tamer, poetry,
Form:
ABC
You are the tamer.
Verse: You pet me all times
You give me every care
You watch me everyday
You treat me happily
You are the tamer...
Ch : You are the tamer of my heart
I can not do otherwise
I can no longer say no
You are the tamer ...
Verse: You want me all the times
You hug me everyday
You kiss me everywhere
You watch me day and night
You are the tamer...
Ch : You are the tamer of my heart
I can not do otherwise
I can no longer say no
You are the tamer...
Bridge: Oh my carer
Oh my darling
Oh my sweetie
You are the tamer...
Ch : You are the tamer of my heart
I can not do otherwise
I can no longer say no
You are the tamer...
Categories:
tamer, love, song,
Form:
Lyric
She closed the gap
before i could even react
she is light and soluble
peeked my soul
without causing trouble
her eyes are so kind
even the beasts melt
she gave me this feeling
i have never felt
Categories:
tamer, beauty, for her,
Form:
Free verse
Given an impossible task to vigorously chase
Based on something nobody else wanted to face
With no support expectations were delivered coldly
Blindly thrown into the thick of things to navigate boldly
I’m the one who manhandled the lion down a back staircase
Categories:
tamer, funny, work,
Form:
Limerick
I
Today, three years too late - almost - I read a short, insightful article by Daniel Henderson ("Holy Spirit ... Come? Or Control?" 2019(c) Daniel Henderson). I am so thrilled. I have good help in explaining New Testament theology.
II
Thank you Daniel come again
Yes. For me: Daniel has come again
To tame the lions of charismatic over-reach
Such because weak or new believers
Feel less, unless -
They join a bandwagon: "More, Spirit, more!"
Bandwagon Balderdash?
I said it, as a Poet, I wrote it
Last month already: "Jesus's best deposit" -
Holy spirit comes to indwell all as an escrow
Guarantee that Jesus claims us,
He will only leave if we leave LORD JESUS
No need to run all over, looking for more of the Most
Gentle, the Most
Holy Spirit
Of God
Also known as, GODS SPIRIT OF HOLINESS
III (Daniel HENDERSON explained):
" ...like other common elements of Christian vernacular, it [asking Spirit to come] is nit in the Bible. Nir is it a prayer consistent with the new covenant secured for us by the precious blood of Christ."
Categories:
tamer, bible, christian, confusion, international,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There once was a lion Tamer named Mead
He taught his lions to cook and to read.
Taught them to bake
Broil their steak
And grow vegetable garden from seed
One took him to court on a Tuesday
Because he forgot to teach him to pray
So he sold them
To old guy named Jim
Now raising ignorant donkeys that bray
Categories:
tamer, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Limerick
She is the silken dragon tamer, and she comes with an agenda.
We stay out of her way; her name is Miss Magical Lucinda.
Has wands made of feathers of the phoenix, and other magical birds.
Creatures we have not been exposed to said Madame LA ‘Curd.
The silken dragon tamer! Are you being serious now?
I have heard of this creature; she is a marvelous wow!
I would love to meet her and watch her technique.
She is the dragon tamer I feel I must totally seek.
The silken dragon tamer! Are you sure you are correct?
I see a tamer around the corner, but she has a crooked neck.
The silken dragon tamer is supposed to be delicate and pure.
This creepy dragon tamer has a mean face and smells like manure.
Categories:
tamer, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
She was called the Lyin’ Tamer.
Absurdity would enflame her.
She could spot a line
way back from foot nine.
She’d decline and who could blame her?
Categories:
tamer, emotions, feelings, funny, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
Someone had called him the Dame Tamer.
Rugged good looks made him no shamer.
Alone, he wore a pink rose
and a gold ring through his nose.
His close friends knew him as a flamer.
Categories:
tamer, fun, giggle, humorous, silly,
Form:
Limerick
A young lady named Betty Young
Had trouble controlling her tongue
Whenever she spoke
Attempting a joke
She used nasty zingers that stung
A helpful friend gave her advice
“Before you say something, think twice
Reject what is acid
And choose what is placid
And stick to a tone that is nice.”
Categories:
tamer, character, christian, encouraging, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
Wise woman sent for her the usual way. Dream summons.
Marna headed to the mystical cliffs at first inkling of dawn.
Lucan followed of course, being her main wolf-worshipper.
They walked in a hypnotical, rhythmic way, relishing their silence.
A nocuous smell met them at the grasslands.
Lucan sniffed curiously but lingered not when he saw his
Mistress ignore the dead thing that had recently been exhumed.
Marna and Lucan, her wolf, were chosen soulmates at birth- formidable
But together, today, as seasoned as they were, Lucan felt invincible too.
Marna stopped suddenly, and lifted her index paw. Lucan ran his ears up.
Something was watching; they both felt it. The only movement was the grass.
Armed with a nice new stabber, Marna stood immobile, listening.
She and Lucan both reveled in the cold sanctity of the grasslands.
Lucan’s ears were up, full throttle, and he was surveying to the west,
So Marna surveyed to the east. Nothing yet. She sensed it behind the waterfalls.
Whatever it was had the potential to morph into something worse.
Should she shape-shift? She listened hard, feeling spirit strongly with her.
Not yet, her ancestors told her, get there first. Transmogrification takes
A lot of energy. She felt strongly she needed to retain all the strength she could.
She nodded to Lucan and they went together as one to face their destiny.
Categories:
tamer, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry