Best Tripled Poems
I began with questions that seemed ordinary,
Were they, but, simple? The self within was wary;
Started with small matters of curiosity,
Birth and death causes and effects seemed paucity...!
I search for my answer in each philosophy,
My question is in each wave of ecosophy;
The quintessence of my birth and my would-be death,
The gesticulation of existential breath...
Quest has doubled and tripled within and out, now,
Each step has full of fresh surprises, anyhow;
Powers, potentials, might, knowledge, and wisdom heights,
Rediscovered revaluations and their fights...
No swords, no battles, no dragons, and Dracula,
My quest is a passing path toward acura;
With fear, sloth, and fake oath I do not feel at ease,
My quest is oriented toward love, joy, and peace...!
Like a root emerging from a seed that travels,
Toward growing into a tree self unravels;
Isn't, yet, my movement, like a wavy-sea yachter?
Or, like, one in a desert, yearning for water...???
30 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
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Categories:
tripled, angst, anxiety, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
The Plea, Heal Me After All That I Have Been Through
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
Since that summer, time and love have both flown
Your tender heart knows not how I have grown,
And my past ways now do truly disown,
Among winter's weeping and dying leaves
Lives a broken soul that so deeply grieves,
Its prayers begging from above, reprieves,
Now that days too oft resembles dark nights
Moon balks, refusing to alter its sights,
My darkness absolute, I cry for lights,
You a true goddess so wondrously made
To see again, anything I would trade,
Alas! Pray I your image will not fade,
Your exaltation, weeping spirit weaves
From dreams of touch that never deceives,
For greatest of hope, this mortal believes,
Good things come to he who faithfully waits
begging love's rewards, not tempting dark Fates,
to deny true love again before the Pearly Gates,
O' goddess, mercy please return to me
Without you I am as a dying tree,
A ship in a dark and deserted sea,
Look upon this wretched dishearten man
For truth in your love restore if you can,
Holding you once more, has been my plan,
These many decades heart has deeply bled
Holding memories of our nights instead,
Now abandoned I feel entombed and dead,
Return your love lost before I perish
For no other beauty do I cherish,
End my torment that is so nightmarish,
Let true romance gift us our love anew
In heaven's light, be we wedded as two,
Heal me after all that I have been through,
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
R.J. Lindley, November 9- 1979
Tripled Rhymes,
( Words cast from a shattered soul and broken heart )
Note:
This dark into a torn apart heart eats
birthing ravages from deep epic defeats
as day and night hurl grief as falling pain
and I seek that no mortal can attain!
Ubi amor vere mortuis resurrectionem non esse?
Categories:
tripled, art, deep, feelings, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
This is a small part of story that I am working on to be published in my book of 12 stories.
She resumed in trekking; still searching for a way out
When something caught her eye which appeared to be a route.
Confidence grabbed the reigns in her chest, filling it with air;
Her breathing and her heartbeat tripled for she was almost there.
But as the path ended so did her mirage of nirvana.
It led her to a basin filled with red-bellied piranha,
Caiman alligators, and electric eels
Imagination was the one in her head turning the wheels
Sending pulses down her spine which reeked of fear
Forcing confidence to be evicted through each crying tear.
But her cries for help could not be heard
For the jungle’s trees kidnapped every word
The sun squinted his eyes through the trees in the west
“A bridge!” she gasped. She began to feel blessed
Sarah had to move quick; a race against the clock.
Night plus blood equals animals on the stalk
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Categories:
tripled, adventure, hope,
Form:
Couplet
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
Categories:
tripled, corruption,
Form:
Acrostic
France gave America the Statue of Liberty,
In 1865, from Edouard de Laboulaya, his act;
It begot Joan of Arc who insisted that,
Nationality bet religion as a matter of fact.
The Free French were renown in WW II,
For an innate determination which alit,
The will of those sinking around them,
For the democratic heart that was split.
It produced Thomas Piketty with his book Capital,
Which called for a global tax of all richer states,
To redistribute income for egalitarianism,
For freedom and for the poverty liberation straits.
The death of Jihadi John set it all off,
As he was the symbol of the Islamic State,
Most definitely and without reservations,
He was the one with the credal slate.
But France today has an interventionist policy,
In Syria, and is the most vocal nation of all,
Insisting that President Assad needs to go,
To enable free democracy to stand tall.
In 2010 Qatar, an Arab state with oil and gas,
Won the bid to host the 2022 FIFA World Cup;
When a UK government employee questioned this,
In November 2014, he caused a very real hiccup.
France was said to have validated Qatar,
To chief Sepp Blatter who was eventually removed;
I can’t dismiss that Qatar would have reciprocated,
With gifts of money for the French to be proved.
With some of Qatar’s money, flowing and free,
France would’ve strengthened its foreign policy,
Doubled its presence in Syria, or even tripled it,
With the USA and others following likewise - oui.
So the French people’s ability to fight ISIS,
Is important to Syrian Islamists who are fully aware,
That the size of an army determines its success,
Thus Qatar’s allegiances are ISILs concern to beware.
Categories:
tripled, america, education, football, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
‘BUILDING THE NATION.’
They sit every session, to negotiate their pay,
They talk of how much they need,
They complain how taxing their job is,
As they sit ‘building the nation.’
They had a strategy this time,
To increase the taxes, charges and rates,
To cover the ‘government expenditure,’
They also tripled their pay, and accompanying allowances!
And said they need it, in ‘building the nation.’
In the name of building the nation,
They made legislations,
To cut down ‘other salaries,’
And increase the indirect tax rates,
They saw it a necessary move, in ‘building the nation!’
Categories:
tripled, bereavement, patriotic, political,
Form:
Free verse
Rejoicing tongues taste a tripled fortnight of psalms.
Parched throats anointed with vintage myrrh
commemorate a solemn departure.
Hands reflecting no piercings -
Feet devoid of spiked reverence and divinity
expire within the jackal’s private Calvary;
a dark abyss strangled with misguided beggars
blindly choosing a Dante's purgatory for themselves.
For they shun not the light dispersing absolution - selfish claws
steal this lambency to illuminate the plight of their own wickedness.
Fiery angels rarely dance atop fraudulent tombs drowning in self-worship;
they are quietly reborn between clasped palms praising a resurrection.
Categories:
tripled, faith, inspirational, on writing
Form:
Free verse
Scorpions Seminally Sting
Jubilant skies once filled my eyes all upon the morning hue
Sweet caress gave me happiness upon the embrace of you
Sunshine spread with love ahead all amongst heavens view
A kiss divine taste like wine as the angels smiled in our debut
Moonlit beams in lovers dreams for hearts began their woo
Emotions rippled and desires tripled in lusts erupted spew
Then clouds of grey were there to stay as love began to skew
Our immortal bliss in the black abyss of Hyades special brew
Within evil eyes in just disguise I drank your elixir of voodoo
A scorpion sting a bridal ring and your poison dripping thru.
Sept.26.2018
Lines of ten that remind you
what it was like back then
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Categories:
tripled, betrayal, conflict, lost love,
Form:
Couplet
I see your tears within the rain at times...
And as i feel the drops of you absorbing right into the center
of my hearts beating chimes
I remember your smile and the fight in you that said "No" to the boarder
lines and "Yes" to the fight for life and love with the family that
binds.
Your indomitable spirit bought our family to a full circle... with a gift left
behind that would never allow Cancer to cripple; but the reverse of strength,
faith, love and belief of God's blessing of life that tripled.
And even though we faced some setbacks... you remained strong until
you and God was ready for an amazing remission and comeback;
with a style and grace that would attract and make all react to the strength
of a woman's will that remained intact.
And now...
That my mom has received her wings
I speak through the soul and spirit of Annette Saxon and that of my family
to stay strong;
even in those times when you're not up to being judged, analyzed, and criticized.
Stand strong and see what God brings.
And as the sun shines down from heaven... just know you and your family are never alone;
For the Heavens are full of wings fighting the fight with you from heavens
length with the "ANGELS WINGS OF STRENGTH"
Categories:
tripled, cancer, community, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
My soul is being beckoned
To leave heartbreak
To depart from reality
To give and not take
My joy is endless
In this other life
I get to see this joy
But only sometimes..
Reality splits my thoughts
Like a whip cracking on my back
But I still have my joy
And reality can't take that
Not if I have hope
Which never ceases to be
No matter how woesome my troubles
Even if tripled by three
Categories:
tripled, emotions, happiness, joy, leaving,
Form:
I dreamt of what I could be
when this faithful deluge
give up
when my day
finally breaks
My bamboo bed
tripled its size
and has only few sticks
still left
Behold!
the depth of father’s grave
came forth;
so also
the forestalled
hopes of grieving mother
still in her mourning cloth
I could smell
the tantalizer
grandmother once prepared
for father
oblivious what next day
portended for us
When the hard nocks
of the rain
broke through
my thatched roof
and ceaselessly
came in droplets
on my brow
It furrowed
to clearer vindication
The light I saw
shorn so bright to be true
every thing in me soothed
and I knew I was coming
closer to where it all started.
Finally I arrived
the dingy room
where grand father
always sat alone
resting his fragile neck
looking at the world.
He ceaselessly crunched
at his well separated teeth
scolding and questioning
his unseen guests
Un-seeable guests
who claimed his only son
only last year
they still want
the remaining
contract performed
Ridiculous. Callous
I imagined grandfather
Must be telling them.
I imagined
Okosisi would dare the spirits
and refuse to die
at least for my sake
whatever the cult may say.
The strands of his hair
hung somewhere in mother’s kitchen
and she knows the price
we shall all pay
if that loop is mistakenly
eaten by the fire
I imagined
Okosisi would dare the spirits
and stick to his gun
and refuse to die
and if he lives
and the spooks demand me
who will continue the family tree?.
Categories:
tripled, black-african amer
Form:
Oh, his eyes- as blue as oceans;
Like icy skies, vast and frozen
With just a gaze, my Heart fell molten-
His skin was pale, though mostly golden
His body was bawdy, and perfect oddly
Like the Statue of David- a carbon copy!
His arms were charmed, to me belonged-
A desired physique, firm yet rocky
Were his abs, strong and rippled,
My love for him more than tripled!
As a specimen- a God among men-
Lo! His embrace, leaves me crippled...
Categories:
tripled, body, heart, men, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
GOD CRAM IT
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants you something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him blessing and cursiing me with you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was only leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, ever again to be rented
S**t, talk about all the stuph God has done that I've resented
So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where your Lord and you can go
You are just the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And I understand, your God told me that when I purchase you there ins’t any rebate
© 2010.….Poefree
Categories:
tripled, lovegod, me, god, me,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen
Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way past the boating docks
Past the Marie’s dank reedy banks over Her heaving breast
Tip-toeing over the complaining boards of Her nose-bridge locks
Hugging a bottle labeled “OMAR” where Her bust cut an arc -
A left-behind lame garden warbler tweeted its dirge dark
While the doe-eyed Lass tilted the bottle at the water’s edge -
Her own secret message to save the Sufi Khayyam from wreck:
“Oh! Illustrious Beacon of the Saljuk Empire!
Pray! Let me so much as I might deign to sing sans lyre!
The WORD is out: Your Eminence’s proscribed by penal mettle:
The Republic’s Procureur Général wants you in pyre!”
“Your humble sister begs your esteemed bardic indulgence:
Two fitful summers gone past we did cross each other’s presence
Me a mere slip of a girl from yon Ghaznavid Empire
Heard the clamorous reed warbler’s Himalayan penance!”
“This bottle with the missive I know the Lady of the Lake
Will to you waft: tidings dire as to keep me awake
Through bitterly biting lonesome nights you stumble and rove:
Take heed! POLICE cycle-brigades have tripled round the lake!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
tripled, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled.
The long drive included bratty rain drizzle
and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle.
My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled.
Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle
but I thought how my nights were far from simple
with dinner and other children committals.
I must stop and tend the food list I’d scribbled
so I gave my gearshift some tension wiggles.
Once at grocer’s I saw my food list whittled,
placed bags in car without a single wrinkle,
then backed out of parking space like a missile …
… so … my stressed ear’s received a crash transmittal
while in rear mirror my eye’s saw boots wiggle,
noted they were stilettos so not nimble
yet back and forth they wriggled on legs riddled
before boots, wrinkles and white hair sunk crippled.
Without quibble I gave cops a phone jiggle,
ran to my victim and knelt by her middle.
Her eyes were open but she seemed struck simple
so I sympathized and smiled with full dimples
while thinking this could become civil dribble
ending in a court where lawyers would quibble.
Yes, stress had pressed me inside guilty’s pickle.
Categories:
tripled, anxiety, children, judgement, old,
Form:
Free verse