Best Uncontested Poems
Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.
Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes
Of unique crystalline, driven without
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on coming, long
Drawn out Christmas night.
For the drawing darkness is
deepening,
Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill;
And, gently waking
From nonsensical dreaming,
I harken to the old dog Fox,
As, barking, he pads on down
Through the gorse strewn hill.
Suddenly stirred from dozing
Idleness,
As the charred log shifts and
settles in the grate,
I recall with vivid fondness:
Some old memories, good times,
The well meant promises
I did so earnestly to undertake.
Of old acquaintance...
Not forgotten,
And those that were
Or are no more,
Of circumstance and friendship:
And of they
That daily come
To pass through my open door.
But now the flames from the fire,
Dancing in the frosted window
panes,
Are calling for the poker
So I may stoke the blaze again;
For turning my warming back
Upon the locked out winters keep...
I hear that steadfast little Robin
Sing once more -
As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
Categories:
uncontested, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
on edge all my life
easily toppled over
rue this day today
my ribs are blown wide open
and butterflies fly away
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
uncontested, conflict, deep, introspection,
Form:
Tanka
To whom does this come,
When joy is co-dependent,
The comfort of a promised one,
Resurgent and resplendent.
The uncontested dignity,
That resonates in full,
Reflects a morning glory,
In the dawning of a soul.
The promise made of pure intent,
Is born of mortal passion,
And yet, it whispers kindly,
In the portal of compassion.
Gifting us and sifting us,
In virtues to discover,
The value of a happy heart,
Is lifting one another.
The glory of eternity,
No majesty can render,
But perfect peace in victory,
Whenever we surrender.
Categories:
uncontested, destiny, inspirational, introspection, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
A grey area through which we trudge
A thousand arcing shards
Sol, dust on the rift of illumination
A thousand cut-throat shards
Forever lead astray by the light
The boundaries of truth
Oh so tyrannical
Uncontested
.
..
...
Tick, tick
The bell to resound
The fangs to arch in
For a rogue shard could ne'er defy
Categories:
uncontested, analogy, conflict, hate, how
Form:
Free verse
I wish I had the balls of Bukowski,
I wish I had the genius of the Gonzo HST.
If I had the style of Gotti mixed
With the drive of Capone, left alone
To simmer with Lanskey, I'd be
The newest of new in the melting pot.
You either got it or not.
Mafia prose mixed with noble booze
And a refuse to lose, matched by who?
Nobody knows. Uncontested, irreverent,
Insignificant, insubordinate, yet,
Undeniably the truth, and proof that
No matter what the day and age,
No one can ever be the slave
If they pick up the definer of men...
...The Violent Pen.
Categories:
uncontested, art, dedication,
Form:
Carpe Diem
It always starts with a whisper.
A quite before the storm.
Building up to a rip, a fissure
then inside eruptions
kaleidoscoped palisades
divided by mirrors.
My eyes elope into one
that sees much more clear.
The fluid pours uncontested
to the mouth of my river.
The taste elate my sense.
You can feel the current.
The earth and sky with pupose.
i love it, i live it, i learn it
The storm hits.
My imagination sprinkles.
1000 feet 500 people
revolting against their captors
blood falling soaked in evil.
We end at the feet
of the one they call master.
The monarch
butterflies cascade through the sky
and turn it black as night.
Flowers cover the bodies of people.
Trees overtake all of the steeples.
Mountains break ground
and thunder through cathedrals
good overtakes evil.
Yeah that's it, this place
this is where i shall leave you
the chaos is over and now
it turns peaceful.
I hope you enjoyed this.
I hope for you like me
it was like a vacation.
However I can't take credit.
the sound that turned into music
was not mine.
I am just a poet
that took it and framed it.
I owe it to the dragonfly
for he is who whispered.
Categories:
uncontested, beauty, deep, fantasy, miracle,
Form:
Free verse
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
Categories:
uncontested, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I.
They are too much supper
And never enough. The stomach
Drops as does a basket of apples too heavy for the
Hands that carry it. Yet, each green orb is
So delightful, that to pluck even one from
Its woven nest seems wasteful.
I do not intend to feed the birds.
II.
Intensity of Romantic Hope never comes
To dinner without her companion, Fear of Rejection.
Their arms link in reluctant solidarity, and
Are perhaps the archetype for co-dependency.
Together they feed Anxiety, which is
Cyanide for hope, but Trust is
In the orchard climbing
Apple trees and filling baskets,
Her pockets, and
Calls down to her companions to
Bring the wheelbarrow too.
Categories:
uncontested, nature,
Form:
Free verse
When I see you I fall in love all over again.
The closeness I feel it's excitement uncontested.
To feel you next to me is like heaven real.
As I find myself lost without your feel.
The feel of your skin, to hold your hand.
To breathe your scent and kiss your lips.
I find myself falling in love all over again.
To hold you tight I await my time in life.
But missing you is a natural occurrence it seem.
The dreams I have, the plans I dream.
I want more than I bare just waiting your love.
But most of all, my heart flutters with life.
And loving you is a dream come true.
As everyday, love's dream of being two.
Categories:
uncontested, beauty, desire, dream, happiness,
Form:
Narrative
There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.
Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.
Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.
Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.
Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.
A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.
The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.
Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.
My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree
Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.
A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.
Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.
Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.
This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.
My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,
Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.
I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.
Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.
Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.
My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.
More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.
Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.
The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.
The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.
Arguments continue on it seems they never end.
So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.
Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.
It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.
Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.
Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.
Categories:
uncontested, funny, happiness, introspection, socialme,
Form:
Couplet
High above my head tonight-
Stars again up there shall fight-
For a place on the Heavenly seat-
One to many, an impossible feat-
But each lone star still keeps its dream-
To have above them all a brighter gleam-
To be the top, be uncontested-
Jealousy in them, each now infested-
But on the journey to the top-
Our little star forgets to stop-
And look around in the night sky-
To help the stars to small to try-
We all get lost in our own life-
Blind to see each others strife-
I plea we can all learn to stop-
And help another get to the top-
Categories:
uncontested, caregiving, faith, friendship, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I was raised with honesty
The uncontested rule,
A policy that was enforced
At home and, too, at school.
An object found by chance or luck,
I very quickly learned,
Could never be embraced as mine,
But had to be returned.
The wrong change given in a store?
An error being billed?
I’d proudly point them out; those values
Solidly instilled.
But times have somehow changed and now
Things don’t seem black or white.
My conscience sometimes grapples with
What may be wrong or right.
And so, instead of pride, I felt
A sense of ridicule
When, admitting that I’d underpaid,
I looked more like a fool.
Categories:
uncontested, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Raking the leaves high, than jumping in. Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it. Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends. Cupcakes in the classroom.
And, oh, that lovely moon!! Days gone by when you were permitted to burn the
leaves. Making use of the lack ot leaves to climb high into the sturdy elm trees.
Candy!! Candy corn, lollipops, pennies and nickels, running home with your
precious loot...oh, my. Most everyone with a new fall jacket...pencils, erasers,
rulers, and all those intimidating school suppies, covering text books with brown
paper supermarket bags. Darkness coming earlier... that marvelous feeling
when you jump in your bed, and it is so cold, until your body heat warms it up.
Scary movies on TV. A time when families actually ate together at the dinner
table. When sleep was never more than five minutes away, once in bed.
When the truthes and mythes about our country went uncontested. Smiles at
the table, oh, rats, the homework!! Didn't we do enough in school? Walking
home with books and friends. A time of innocence, a time of happiness. Oh how
sad today's children live in such a relatively drab world, or do they see it that way?
But, oh that huge, shiny moon epitimizes it the best. Go there? "Iz U Kra-Z?
When Superman and the Mickey Mouse Club were there to enertain you. And all
the cowboy shows. But Dad would put on Mitch Miller or Perry Mason, and he
came home exactly at 6 PM when Popeye was on. We'd run to greet him, who
knew, he might have a treat. Potatoes ever night. Smiles...No bipolar misery.
And oh, the beautiful moon!! I would stare at it most every night, so mysterious,
so majestic. So Autumn.
Categories:
uncontested, childhood, family, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Bio
A Different Kind of Courage
Sam took to the stage, limping with a leg brace
And more than a mere trace of fear on his face
The humorous speech competition was on
He’d made it to finals, prior contests he’d won
Sam’s lifelong bout with muscular dystrophy
Generated sadness and much empathy
He shook and stammered as he started to speak
Competitors thought his composure he’d breach
“Stage fright is shared by many,” the boy explained
And as he began, his eye contact seemed strained
We wanted to rush to his side, offer aid
Little did we know Sam’s point was being made
He’d soon have us laughing at the “crutches” WE use
To gain courage when stage fright ensues
“I’m picturing you all naked,” he laughed, smiled
Soon his sharp wit had us rolling in the aisle
His strength and confidence built fast as he spoke
Sam finished up with a memorable poke:
“You thought I would fail; I read it in your eyes
Seeing only my handicap, I realize.
Those who can’t see beyond disabilities
Are mired in self fear; YOU have MY sympathy.”
Out of four thousand entrants, Sam took first place
Impressing us all with his wisdom and grace
Today Sam coaches a college debate team
Having mastered the art of building esteem
September 8, 2020
I chose this poem because I wrote a poem “Courage” on January 10, 2020, one of the poems in my published book “That Thing Called Life”. I penned the six kinds of courage in my poem; physical, social, spiritual, intellectual, moral, and emotional. I had described and gave examples on each of them.
Carolyn titled her poem “A Different Kind of Courage” that Sam displayed. I agree with Carolyn that Sam showed a different kind of courage. He also displayed four kinds of courage: social, spiritual, moral and emotional. He showed he could face criticisms, rejections, oppositions (social); let go (spiritual); showed his own values (moral) and he discerned and told the truth (emotional).
Carolyn ended her poem “Having mastered the art of building esteem” and I ended my poem “It (Courage) gives us power and inner strength”.
8/22/21 Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry:
An Uncontested Poetry
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
uncontested, poetess,
Form:
Narrative
Everyday is so stressful to me,
close friends think I'm selfish
but I try to do what's best for the team.
Lay my vocals on wax the beats melt from the steam
it feels good when I'm exhaling a dream.
All my newly written poems I lace up
and quickly spread on the streets,
it keeps them reading for my next release.
Everynight I.....lay in my room with alot on my
mind if everybody did music
it'll be less dead on the streets.
Allah I pray my dead bredren can see,
I'm destined to be,
the next uncontested emcee
blessed with the speech
fed in the Pete.
No matter what some jealous of me,
y'all make it hard so much pressure to breathe.
Mind your business let me be free,
I have to find Jenah indeed
because you and I know, deep in hell it's no peace.
And if I don't find a princess to carry my seed
I still love my nubians, that's my letter to she.
A nice smile is like a treasure to see,
don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind
sex on the beach, drinking sex on the beach.
Everyday is so stressful to me,
it feels good when I'm exhaling a dream,
I will shine on.
Categories:
uncontested, happiness, hope, life, love,
Form:
Lyric