Best Tome Poems
I think that I shall pen a tome
an ink stained wandering lengthy poem
that questions all that is and ain’t
that holds you still like drying paint
A brood of words undisciplined
gutted fish no longer finned
thrashing on the sands of time
mouths agape in search for rhyme
I must confess I love the drama
so shun the use of every comma
and periods that single dot
an endless sentence never sought
to break its wave upon the beach
unveiling useless parts of speech
to drop a line and without fail
use the Thesaurus as its bail
yet I must cut this tome quite short
as I am running out of thought
and stories long and endless seem
to lure me to another dream
thus I apologize to those who muster
all their thoughts into a cluster
serve them to us on full platters
to let us know poetry matters
John G. Lawless
©7/26/2022
Categories:
tome, fun, humor, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically
Indited the books classified as
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes,
The authors of which, and those of the first grouping of the
Newer set of scriptural books:
Those of the evangelical order;
The momentum engendered by the narrative flow:
The alacritous, celeritous, positively propulsive flow:
Of the Bible then stalls out,
Mired in and run aground
Amid the impenetrably deep
Bedrock of the various epistolary, predominantly Pauline books
(Paul, being Mosaic in his inditing of just as many and more books than
Those writ by Moses' own hand, for one has the tally of a mere five or six to his
Luminous credit, whereas the other has something on the order of ten, at least, to his).
Not that those, the Pauline books, are of a very poor quality,
But to segue from the narrative and story, poetry, law,
Prophecy and history and the narrative flow thereof:
To turn from these to abstruse missives
Of a yet abstruser philosophical
Bent, then one finds that one yearns anew for the levitical, mosaical books,
When their perusal of books biblical desists before the gates of the
Sadly boring New Testament-save naturally for the gospels,
Which are themselves poetic and narrative and fast-moving.
Such, at least, is my appraisal of the matter.
Categories:
tome, adventure, allegory, anniversary, beautiful,
Form:
Five
Haiku
Last
Minute
Was
You
5
Categories:
tome, allegory
Form:
Haiku
It sits on a shelf, not quite by itself
Leaning on another, bored by the other
Waiting to be picked, waiting
To be held
It sits in the gloom, of a dusty room
Filled with motes and lost notes
Tomes that have gone home
Others that wished they had
It sits where it has sat
High on a shelf
Through two World Wars
A library in pause
You can see it through a window
A monograph in the murk
The work of an author long dead
Stories once read
From this bound book of poems
Stories once told, yet
No one will hold
This yellowed old tome
These sad pages of poetry
Sheets of simile
And lines of depressed rhyme
Where Silverfish have dined
As it now gathers dust
A must; if it’s to rest in peace
Amongst
This graveyard of books
Categories:
tome, books, old,
Form:
Free verse
I do not have the time to write a tome
I’ve just too much to do right here at home
I dread the thing that calls with vapid tone
That distant idle chirping of my phone
And yet I must abide and scan the screen
Perhaps it’s something I have never seen
Or worse an urgent message from a teen
Saying the Irish whiskey turned him green
And yet my fingers love the keyboard dance
My mind in fevered harness longs to prance
Upon the snow cap whiteness take a chance
Somehow the empty pages to enhance
Yet I am stuck at home a wingless drone
Resembling the forests aging crone
Subject to a curse turned youth to stone
A voice of cryptic curses to intone
Thus do ancient fingers keyboard dance
The challenge always there to take a chance
Put on your dancing shoes and boldly prance
To hell with those who say “you’re old…you can’t”
Categories:
tome, humor, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Stephen not Steve when I am gone
A gentle man with a backbone
A sense of humour that jealous patrons bemoan
A un-pretentious faith that hath constance shown
An innovative mindset that others copy then hone
A diligent worker; an example for dilatory employees to emulate
A constant companion when my mate's fealty did degenerate
Civic-minded patriot even when government was stagnate and dispassionate
Son who learned from his mistakes gaining his parents approbate
Exhibiting a wisdom above his scholastic endeavours that others did educate
Categories:
tome, dedication
Form:
Rhyme
Wine colored sand dunes
An old tome lays unscathed
Under Peter's feet.
Categories:
tome, beauty, bible, myth,
Form:
Haiku
Her soul --
a panorama
behind the pages --
offers casual glimpses,
through word-peepholes,
of edifice-in-construction.
Based on individual choice,
each passer-by may find
a view totally unique.
Categories:
tome, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
WHEREVER.
Wherever, you go
I pray you always remember;
My unending concern and deepest,
Truest desires for you.
I know you may forget -
To the cruel hands of time
My long lost name,
But, still i hope you remember always
The sweet and lingering feelings
My name once denotes,
The truest intentions I have for you.
I hope you remember my smile,
Because I still see yours,
In my mind's eye
Oh how could I ever forget?
Your heart melting,
Soul stripping, charming laughter
The brightest smile, i ever came across.
I could never forget,
The mushy sonorous sound,
Of your scintillating voice,
Those sounds that silenced,
All my fears.
Wherever you may be,
I hope you are okay,
And feel proud
When you hear my name
Or think of me
Because, nothing compares,
The ecstasy I feel,
When a thought of you comes to heart.
ZIQA SONNIA GHOPS
Categories:
tome, art, beautiful, love, remember,
Form:
Epic
There are books that come from many genre
Some that create sorrow and painful scars
Yet others where the author spells out love
Where love is surely written in the stars
There is a tome of emotions prepared
Written by some great poets of the heart
Each poem shows a certain eloquence
A piece of feelings that’s sure to impart
Some passages are of sadness and pain
Others carries some lines of compassion
All of these put inside a single book
From the greatest of love to full passion
This is an example of what exists
A beautiful book that’s enjoyable
Poets that write directly from the heart
All of which is pure and sure loveable
Russell Sivey
Categories:
tome, books, happy, life, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Meet sad or mad or even bad,
Yes to fond cheer as truth marks clear,
Taste treat most glad with joy not fad,
Reach far or near that touch most dear;
Empty your mind of harsh and coarse,
Ask to be true in kind and fact;
See that you find love in times hoarse,
Urge ample dues to live fine act;
Reap with pure ease despite blind fest,
Emerge from pun in chance and change.
Thrill in deep peace that flavours jest,
Observe how fun can string strange range;
Meek moments match that hidden cache,
Etch charming catch in laughter's snatch.
Leon Enriquez
13 February 2017
Singapore
Categories:
tome, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Quatrain #863:
TOME
Turn then the page where wise words heal,
Opt for warm stage as joy moves will;
Meet fool or sage with outlook bright,
Embrace old age that mellows feel.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2017
Singapore
Categories:
tome, allegory,
Form:
Rubai
Categories:
tome, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
In halls of stone where echoes weep..
Beneath the earth, the secrets sleep.
A tome of fate, with binding black..
Scrawled in blood.. no turning back.
A thousand hands have turned its page..
Kings and slaves, the fool, the sage.
Each name inscribed, their doom foretold..
In ink of fire and wax of cold.
Upon a throne of shattered time..
A prophet chants in whispered rhyme.
His eyes, like coals, burn through the mist..
His lips curled in a serpent’s hiss.
“The world is dust, the stars will wane..
Empires fall in fire and pain.
The hands of gods will twist and break..
As silence drowns the lives they take.”
Through shadowed halls of dying lore..
March the damned forevermore.
Armor cracked and banners torn..
Bound by oaths, cursed and sworn.
A warrior stands, defying fate..
Blade in hand, a heart of hate.
He turns the page, his name is writ..
Yet still he fights, refusing it.
The prophet laughs, the heavens shake..
The tomb doors groan, the columns quake.
The stars rain down, the void consumes..
The echoes cry in ancient tombs.
Yet past the dark where none return..
One candle flickers, still it burns.
For fate is written, forged in lies..
And some will live though heaven dies.
Categories:
tome, dark, evil, fantasy, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
Quatrain #728:
TOME
Touch helps you know fond beauty bright,
Observe warm glow in love's clear light;
Make most of flow of success sound,
Embrace wise show of ample sights.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2017
Singapore
Categories:
tome, allegory,
Form:
Rubai