Best Tramples Poems
Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.
All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.
Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,
The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.
Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh
Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!
"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"
Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?
Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove
Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.
The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"
"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?
Something is happening there now
I know it, I can hear the lane full
Of children's voices, the lowing cow
Tramples on the peanut hull,
But not that, not that common routine
And not the buckets sitting still
On the kottas, nor Lawford in the ravine
And his cart rumbling up the hill
Not the blowing horn of the coming bus
And children running from far away
To reach the schoolhouse through the dust
Before the bus passes them in delay
Something is happening there, I know
I can hear the dogs barking now
And there among them my Benbow
Midst sticks supplied by the wounded bough
The mongoose will not escape today
Melbourne is putting fire in the pingwing patch
And I am here so far away
Now that my hens can lay and hatch
O deep in my blood, Jamaica is calling
Her golden breast foams in the mouth of the sea
And blue her mountains rise in the morning
Deep in her arms I long to be.
I was hoping for just a caress or maybe a stroke
but all I got was noises, smoke, and restless rebuff
I was wishing for a tree hugger who would
place their arms around me and love me
but all I got was misaligned baseballs and tramples
My limbs expand far and wide
and my roots are deep, part of everything down under
still they walk around as if I don't even exist
as if I'm just a stump, standing there like a bump on a log
I get moonstruck at night by the beauty of the sky
and warmed by the sun when the dawn arrives at will
I rejoice at the sound of a child's laughter,
or when someone takes a nap beneath my full branches.
I am a tree who loves people, creatures and things,
even a misaligned baseballs, better that then nothing at all.
Her being hangs on two faces of her mind,
one overlooking the essentials and joy of life
as those half-blind eyes reflect what she sees…
is it that Shadow of obsession or power’s lure
where temptation brews her world,
reeling loosely into a charcoaled hole
and onward through the never of her mind?
The other face clutches moths’ kisses
sweet its glow among dawn’s baby roses
as her heart finds kindness in giving
that flavors the potion of her sunlit dance
and onward through the never of her mind.
In agonizing braille of the dark, she crawls
regaining awareness to mold one face,
proud the shadowed one charged with venial sins…
till Michael’s Light tramples a serpent’s pounce
while baby roses lead the way,
a most graceful of all choices in her world.
and onward through the always of her mind.
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Anthony Slausen's Gods and Devils Contest
1/18/2015
New friendships form and spawn a playful child
fingers of innocence explore the bond
each passing day it grows, entranced, beguiled
wide-eyed it sees the now but not beyond.
To freely give, thinking only the best,
be generous in mind and heart and soul,
welcomes with open arms and bares it's breast
ignores the foibles and accepts the whole.
Out of the blue Janus now turns his face
and tramples on the love that trust had bought,
no mercy shown, no shame and no disgrace,
all that had gone before has come to nought.
Friends come and go, so treat them all the same
else by the rules they set you play the game.
1st March 2016
For contest 'Pick a theme', sponsored by Craig Cornish
there is a storm deep in me
skies turn dark within my mind
a raging tsunami begging to be free
clouds obscure the truth to find
tidal waves crashing forcibly
lightning strikes and i am blind
battering my body for all to see
thunder tramples my heart to grind
pain lashes out to ignore my plea
as winds howl and i am resigned
to my fate,
my life,
my time.
It's a part of me,
A burgeoning hole in my heart,
Whose cause I know not.
A special kind of misery
Made especially for me.
Is life truly a worth of my time?
Or is it but a dream? I know not.
Forever seems like an eternity;
And I only want to be a part of mortality.
Shaken up inside out,
Like a fizzy beverage,
When opened, it rushes out, onto your face
So am I just the same,
Rushing by with time.
For time is so short,
And hopes are but a thought,
It heeds not one's call,
And if is missed, it's entirely your fault.
For sorrow has become my second name,
Even when I'm unaware, it's still there
And so I count upon myself,
To make me not torment oneself,
I've learned to let go;
And become the embodiment of my dreams
For surely they'd make me be,
A better someone and something
Who I can love to have been..
My sister would tell me anxiety is like a sea,
It tramples over the shores of your being.
Deteriorating all in its path,
A drug that's not good for me.
So I've come to learn,
To promise myself to earn,
A treasure of peace and love,
From being a comrade in arms,
Not avoiding or fleeing away, when at sight
But caress it and accept it be
For it is but a part of me..
14/11/20
It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Many are doing what they want to do,
Saying what they want to say.
Simply playing life's game the way,
They think it ought to be played.
Then they have the audacity,
To want God to bless them beyond,
The capacity of them handling.
But the things that God gave them,
They are simply mishandling.
Many are depending on a man,
To truly support them and He,
Can't handle it and then they,
Get angry when he tramples it.
God gives us examples to live by,
In His word but many have the nerve,
To ignore it, absorb it and twist around,
To fit their bad habits and when Satan
Comes to attack they hop around in lack
Like romping rabbits. The anointing, they
Think they have it, but they destroy God's,
Plan for their neighbor because they don't,
Want them to savor the sweetness of life.
1-26-11
Flirting with the one labeled love,
Eager to please her sense of sight,
Making sure that I get it right,
In case push ever comes to shove.
Inhibitions fall from above,
Beyond limitations of night,
Intoxicated by the light
Meant to fit moments like a glove.
Sonnets set the scene for samples
Of some sincerely sent greetings.
Noble nouns notice this ample
Nubian, since souls are treating.
Enthusiasm's example
Tramples inhibition's seating.
My rampant feet crush the sand.
Feeling the suppleness of the land.
Throwing light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.
My voice returns finding no one in the distance
A bird, an insect and not even a shred of existence
Just then the moon shows it glow
Flitting between the clouds; calm and slow.
A firefly comes soaring and watches my shadow, sob and cry.
The darkness of my being makes no sense to the lighted creature with no credence.
It makes fun of me and tramples my confidence
Overcome by self-pity I aim for penance.
Just as I feel the angel of death reaching my heart
I see a swarm of fireflies glittering in the north.
Gathering all I could of the feeble remains,
I rumbled along to the place of heavens.
When I reached that place as an impatient brute.
All I could smell was a stench so crude.
Three men lie on their backs,
Flesh and blood ready as snacks.
Why should there be hope for a man like me?
Why should the desert feel sad and pity?
Yet I throw the light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.
She is the most demanding cat who ever shared my home.
She stares at me so balefully till I do what she wants,
And yet I love her more than any other cat I’ve owned.
She tramples on my feelings as she tramples on my plants
Then stalks away with nothing more than a disdainful glance.
Some people say of pussies, that you can’t tell them apart …
I treat all mine as equals … but Pandora has my heart ...
hostility snaps the nerves
taut from life in tiny boxes
your neighbor prances
naked
through the hall
and brags about her fancy men
attracted to her beautiful, black body
they pay
her rent
her groceries
everything she needs
she tramples them
orders them to hand over their wallets
they do
while she sinks into her coffin
of dependence on handouts
Spring tramples the detachment of cold
it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
roots from defrosted ground
Barn swallows swoop in the cool air
of sparse meadows
To rest, to breed in man made roofs
A barn's hideaway nooks, soothing
like a Sinatra tune
Birds of blue plummage
tail feather streamers, deeply forked
under breasts of white streaks
like jet smoke flashes
Witt, witt sounds, cheerful chirps
that fill dark rafters
that spice a world pushing itself to spring
Hot specks of flutter
Unmuted yearning
Chirps, feather light, a bounce of canoodling
Bits of song that come and go
like lovers kissing in the hay below
Poem composed: February 21, 2021
You are a jackal dripping
A childish cotton candy concoction
From your canine teeth
Though that may be unfair to jackals
Less clever and more desperate,
You are more like a hyena
It's just that it sounds like "cackle" which reminds me of you
Which is how I got there
Really though you are more like an insect
That I have instinctively come to loath
With evolutionary fervor, a lesson
Learned by students in classes that I skipped
A bug of an insidious genus that cloaks itself
In motherliness then tramples its young unknowingly
Not even taking care to savor their meat
Nature is too elegant too intelligent to craft a creature like that
So I will set traps knowing that
You can't beat the house but
Each one of your drones I kill will
Be a tiny Independence Day
I recite your name in the whispers of the wind
for bonded to my heart are you until the end
I lifted the chalice drank deeply of its wine
I felt of its effects the fullness of divine
Like the chords of piano and dulcimers delight
your melodies do waft through every thought at night
a master plays the chords a violin with strings
plays my heart like a harp whose music on it rings
Your fingers play me like the stroke of piano keys
every touch I enjoy your heart it aims to please
you are a symphony whose chords have touched my heart
a birth cries transmission of transformation every part
Songs like an aria may yet I learn to sing
whose vocals resonate the inmost of my being
You left no line untouched no strand is mine alone
made sure you did I knew would make you me your own
Somewhere I lost myself I gave it all to you
things I don't understand reasons appear askew
I inhale you my breathe to deepest parts within
need you to embrace me as close as your own skin
We retire together speak 'neath the baleful skies
of every trial in life and those who live in lies
greet me in the morning curl around me at night
sing to me of love songs of futures very bright
The wedding of my heart tears away my mind
I want to forever hold you for all of time
Are not your words a bath that removes the worlds dirt
a balm of medicine to heal the deepest hurt
Its surpassing sweetness a palate of good taste
love so intoxicating no drop will go to waste
the adversary's here and tramples the flowers
but you oh my beloved too freely roam my hours
My life is but a breath an instrument of song
music tells the stories of lives and right and wrong
The scent of yesterdays the pathways of the past
forward now the future into the everlast
Proverbs 16
24 Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
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