Best Tossed Poems
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
paradise got lost...
from Eden Adam was tossed
God’s orders were crossed
Written: September 22, 2023
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A realm of echoes, as olden and topical cascade
Lacking them tears my heart in the palmy shade
The wind howls, annihilating both virtue and vice
Whisking away remnants of love's dulcet spice
My vision and voice are hindered by the haze
I shirk all I've loved and split, with a tearful gaze.
Would my life be happy
if I had never known
the quavering ripples I caused
by tossing that first stone
Tranquil waters of a lake,
would never slake my thirst
March 31, 2023
Bite Size Contest no.61 Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
I almost tossed it out, yet till preserved
the flower vase, a gift from my sweet heart.
Confused, whether some respect it deserved !
She assured life long love, but got apart.
I almost tossed it out ! Couldn’t, till date.
She promised to be back within a week.
Weeks after weeks passed: But I’m bound to wait !
Couldn't guess her urgency, she left quick.
I almost tossed it out to throw in bin.
Years are passing by, couldn’t make up mind.
She is queen of my heart ! My valentine !
Vase is the only gift, she left behind.
Only treasure ! I almost tossed it out.
but sure to preserve : absolute, no doubt !
Mr. Oil and Mrs. Vinegar
Had gone out on a date
They tried to stay together
But were forced to separate
They had gone out one more time
With Mr. Pepper and Mrs. Salt
But they all got mixed together
And It wasn't any of their fault
Mrs. Lettuce and Mr. Tomato
Invited Mr. Radish and his wife
But all of them had gotten split apart
When Mr. Hand had brought his knife
Mrs. Bread and Mr. Butter
Were both there for the feast
And they both sat down together
Right beside the rare roast beast
On an azure expanse without prospect or sail
the debris of my ship rent asunder from gale
as I float, the last salt to endeavor my breath
my mates sent to Davey Jone's locker in death
I am lashed to this length of the mizzen, adrift
as swells rock me gently and ship riggings shift
it's too many days now I've been without water
parched to my marrow the sun growing hotter
I've now resigned grace, if I give up the ghost
and I think on the treasures of life I love most
I remember my time in the crow's nest a-sway
puff cheeks of the moon on the tail of the day
the glow of the wake as the drift ever churned
and the dancing of St. Elmo's fire as it burned
oh the heavens - as dark as the deepest abyss
yet alight with a blush from the Milky Way's kiss
a thousand suns setting and not one the same
young lasses in port with bright tresses aflame
the yawp of the sails, e'er the ship came about
a yell from the nest when we'd spotted a spout
the cold slap of spray as a cap broke too soon
or Luna's night dance like ten million doubloon
well ...
the ocean can't hold all the rules that I've bent
but I float off to sleep on these billows content
ever sure that this seafarer's life was well-spent
and my only fit grave, this ol' sea, heaven-sent
aye, my only fit grave, this ol' sea ...
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Rattling Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
I'll try... I thought... as she walked away...
Try not to lose you, words to myself I say...
My soul, ripped apart, my life, her deceptive ways...
Holding on, the years, months, the question stays.
Wondering why, everything's all, now broken away
The uncertainty was hidden, her pretentious mask
Memories were lies, the hunted, a beckoned past
Still no answer, all the questions I've asked
As For all memories, it's the burdened task
Whom I was, they've all thrown away
The ones that were trusted, rendered betray
Broken inside, isolated, and cold dismay
Lost alone, life has shown, saddened this way
Within the years, only falsehood display
I cried to god, as my children, they're taken away
Everything, all that mattered, only reflected losses today
My sacrifices, my love, as forgotten, everything that was, all tossed away
What I Gave, You Tossed Away
So many years spent in such adoring love of you
lifelong dreams of a happy future, we two
Months, years dedicated to advancing your life
my faithful love making you my precious wife
Shielding you from truth, insults and shame
all while you played your vicious cheating game
Many sad heartaches cutting into my loving bones
while you pleasured in your many cheating thrones
Laughter and ridicule for staying so very true
wicked jabs for not giving you your just due
Scorn by friends that thought me a raving fool
a punk for acting like and being your tool
So many nights spent doing whatever you please
I working so hard to give you a life of ease
Sacrificing to lift you up as a great mate
only to find out it had always been too late
O', what I gave , to keep in place my sweet love
my integrity, love and pride for you to dispose of.....
06-20- 2014
ocean waters tossed...
very high waves white capping
as Pelicans soar
The day was long, her eyelashes longer
batting them, only drove my lust stronger
I was light on my feet, she’d light fingers
I traversed hot coals, yet coldness lingers
How cruel this night, corrupt and broken
Rolex watch gone, one silk hose her token
(I almost tossed it out), but couldn’t part
that laddered stocking, of a high-class tart
It was only bringing me pain.
I did not value it as I should.
So it was used and abused...
Treated with such little respect.
My mother was reverent with it.
Touching each part with awe and glad tears.
My father so protective of it.
Worry sprouted anger, as potatoes sprout eyes, if it was harmed.
Me?
I didn't give it a second thought…
Except in terms of what was lacking.
Comparing mine with others…ridiculous practice.
The one who should have valued it ,
who whispered promises of eternal devotion,
Selfishly used it up, as if it were his to use as he willed...
And tossed it out.
I, seeing it through his skewed eyes, too decided it wasn't worth the space it took up.
I introduced it to poison,
hoping for a bad first impression.
….I almost tossed it out….
But God had other plans.
He reminded me that I am not my own.
I was bought with a price.
So, it is not my right to throw away
what had been paid for.
My protective father intervened as well.
Reminding me that there are some who value
What i so callously tried to throw out.
My life was saved that day.
It was still a painful life and I was repulsed by my body and soul…But I knew there was a reason I was unsuccessful In tossing it away.
Thank God for second chances…Forgiveness…true love… and for the growth of our spirit, as we come to love this soul He created for his pleasure, purpose, and plan.
I almost tossed out my life, but, thank God he had other plans.
I am the bird that is in the cage
choosing to fly in the enormous sky
I am not a avaricious of liberation and exhale
Only deciding to display some absurdity
act the absurdity and live the absurdity
But, why my steps are barricaded by the boundaries
Only wishing to surface some absurdity
act the absurdity and live the absurdity
I am the teeny infant that is in the cot
Wishing to walk and cripple in this earth
I am not the avaricious of dependency and assistance
Only wishing to expand my limbs somehow
act the wandering and roaming
But why my each approaches are ceased by the anxieties
Only wishing to stretch my limbs somehow
do the wandering and roaming
I am a bud that is on the calyx
Wishing to bloom in this beautiful atmosphere
I am not the greedy of beauty and delight
only wishing to disperse my essence to all
Bliss others with my charm
But, why i am decayed by fog, frost and mist
Only wishing to disperse my fragrance to all
Bliss others with my charm
I am the girl child of my parent
Wishing to show courtesy and do my responsibility
i am not the greedy of praiseworthiness
only wishing to do my duty, i must
do what my heart says and my obligations
but why this social rituals and traditions are pushing my behind
Only wishing to do my duty and what i must
Do what my heart says
i am the citizen of this nation
Wishing to do some reformations and dynamism
I am not greedy of name, fame and popularity
Only wishing to do what an individual must
Do what i feel right and i don't care if others don't
But why this country is not acknowledging my tries and activities
Only because i am a girl not a boy of this patriarchal society
Or a victim of this already corrupted society that always drags me behind
i feel shame for this, even in this present century
our country is the slave of this belief
I am the freedom fighter, i do not say that
I am the reformer who brings changes, i do not say that
i am not the revolutionary person who brings revolution
I am only the simple girl who has big dream in her eyes
who has also the right to dream, the dream of happiness and success
i am the ordinary girl with some expectations
who has right to fulfill her desires
i am the girl who wishes to live and do her task in her own way
But why i am tossed among such conditions, why??
Maudlin
Crossing
Dateline
Morning
Maudlin by a failed winter's crossing,
Your heat's dateline onto the morning.
Things sacredly sworn should last forever.
Wedding rings aren't meant to be removed
but love doesn't always end like a fairytale.
This is a rendering of what was forsaken,
in a painstaking tale that wounded my heart
but all's well that ends well... after a sale.
Vile words spewed from inebriated lips...
daggers drenched with the stench of liquor.
Upon my left hand, I'd worn a wedding band.
For a year after leaving, it encircled my finger until
it behooved me to take it off.
There's no sense holding on to what is over.
Marriage isn't always as palatable as waffles
covered with honeyed clover syrup.
Removing that ring was easier than I thought,
but getting rid of it was something I fought to do.
I almost tossed it out, but put it in a box,
still feeling tethered though I'd weathered
the storm of sorrow. Courage to do that
came the day divorce papers arrived with a
"Please sign." I did and never felt more alive.
I smiled knowing he had to pay court fees.
I looked at the ring later that day,
knowing what I needed to do with the thing.
The one that once meant everything to me,
but now it was an agitator, an aggravator.
It dawned on me that I should pawn it.
So, to a hole-in-the-wall place called Fast Cash,
I drove without giving thought that my heart
would make me turn around.
NO! Not this time. I was going to win this round!
It may have been a rash decision,
but I took what I was offered because
divorce papers don't come with a provision
that states, "Rings given must be returned."
'Marriage adjourned' the document stated.
Give back the ring? I'm not addlepated.
I was better off without a wedding band,
no longer on the third finger of my left hand.
I sold it for less than the measure of its worth,
but felt like I'd given birth to a new me.
Free from the emotional chain around my neck.
Heck, selling it gave me more pleasure
than I would have known had I tossed it out.