Best Vade Poems
N-ever let your heart bleed,
O-bliterate the great pain;
N-o hard work of someone
I-s always gone down the drain.
L-et not your heart bleed,
Y-ou should hear the beat;
N-ice rhythm is repeated, reminding you of your feat.
A-llow not your heart to bleed,
R-efrain from falling tears;
E-vade the flood of fret,
V-ilest ache disappears.
A-im to possess the faith,
L-ove, and hope that you need;
O-n the fourth of September, never let your heart bleed.
1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when peers run amok cos of you.
loving you has become my leisure vade mecum
so mister, wherever you are broken
I’d love to be your plaster.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
2. It is true that your identity
is so bloated to the point those who envy you
are suitable targets to miserable mockers.
Your score hits no one’s pass mark
and your partial current's charm
is a shibboleth of attraction.
it’s not a lie that your deeds
flummoxes matured eyes
downplaying the hope of their acceptance
and a repellant to their minds,
yet I billow in this madness to long for your touch.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
3. Not a slacker, just a being
who correctly, no one recommends
yet acts arrogant and foolish
despite been in a one-man’s domain
one rare good encounter
and you expect me to amortize with my own bed.
I am very wrong to be dismayed
b’cos you’re a well known jerk.
Stop this folly I self acclaimed
but you’re already a peppery paste
and a locust I leave my cotton unprotected to.
Chorus x 3
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
W-orld laughter day is held
O-n Sunday seventh of May;
R-apture is truly felt,
L-etting smile warm the
D-ay.
L-aughter day of the world
A-ims to fight the stress;
U-sing jokes and funny things,
G-rin is caused by gladness.
H-appy world laughter day
T-o all men of all walks of life;
E-vade the chain of hate,
R-age, grudge and strife.
D-o it all the time,
A-lways in every way;
Y-ou shall gain health and wellness from the world laughter day.
K-eep your chin up,
E-vade the forlorn sight;
N-ew dawn has broken,
N-ever stay in the night.
A-im to keep your chin up, remain joyful in the dark day;
H-igh up in the wide sky, as the clouds are gray.
G-ladly keep your chin up,
A-ugust thirtieth Wednesday;
B-e mirthful and glad
I-n the midst of bleak way.
S-mile in a tough situation,
A-llow not the thrill to stop;
N-ever fret nor worry, keep your chin up.
When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant sounds of doom
That leave men gasping for breaths of air.
Babies wail, toddlers weep;
Their mothers too have felt the sounds
Taking rise from the guitars of war,
And lay by them with gaping eyes.
Young boys leave, all on their heels,
And flee without their closest ones,
Fear oozing out of every pore
That yet has not been blocked by blood.
Sounds of horror fill the misty air:
Bombshells cracking open, ‘leasing doom,
Creaking sounds from shattered houses
Under attack by massive arson,
Rhythmic thuds of bodies to the ground
From mortal tones that vade the air,
The agonised screams of innocence,
Dwarfed only by the dreadful cannonade.
Screams of little girls, barely grown,
Receiving men they’ve never known,
Left alone in shattered raiment
To brood and lick their bleeding wounds.
Tender ones, better off dead,
Trudge along, barely standing,
With sunken cheeks and pointed ribs
Peeping from transparent chests.
They’d give their leaf-thick fleshy parts
Just to lay their hands on flour,
Before the next artistic blast takes them unawares.
What a sharp contrast they are
To all their mates that live with fame.
The day is dead, the show is off,
The artists then return to base
To meet females with smiling kids
That know not what their fathers do.
All is well, their lives are good,
As pay bags do weigh higher.
Victory is here, but for whom?
The hundreds that hushed the thousand?
Fellow men, what have you done?
Composed your master piece i guess!
M-an's life is too short,
A-s it's likened to a vapor;
R-emain worthy before God,
Y-ou will receive sacred favor.
R-eap what you have planted,
O-n the twenty-ninth of June;
S-ow the seeds of love,
E-ach must be in tune.
R-efrain from doing evil,
E-vade the endless sorrow;
Y-ou will harvest the fruits of
E-very seed you
S-ow.
Written: July 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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My path was unkempt, with cracked and bent signs
The once-azure sky turned gray, and my muse faded
Cursed seraphs hovered under lifeless skies, weeping.
In the mahonia mist of nestled truths and lost couplets in periwinkle poetry
I shoved in a cacophonous frenzy, confused—
Vade mecum was fetid with an epiphany of deceit
Silence echoed dread, and each scab was a guess
Iridescent smears of fervent deceit,
and Cupid's canopy engulfed the cetacean sonnets
A mocking wind bade shattering moans,
having learned to flaunt their tethered words
With my russet roots, I'm not a flashy flower,
but, I felt awful pain from distant love acronyms.
What if the cloudburst refrain bears no scars?
Or phosphene verses adorned with blue poppies,
might leave glowing traces on midnight shores?
I walked for miles to find that starting stanza.
Yet, despite such raucous, cataclysmic pain,
An earthquake faltered the stratus sky—
Not all who veer from the path must shatter
Obsessed, some must comply with the jostle of life.
M-ake a mountain out of a molehill
I-n May thirtieth warm day;
C-ome and treat a trifling matter,
H-aving a great value in any way.
E-vade belittling the ants,
L-earn a lesson from them instead;
L-ook! they can carry bigger things in unity,
E-ven if they have no king or head.
C-onvert garbage into gold,
A-void disparaging anyone at will;
C-reate an asset out of a liability,
H-ave to make a mountain
O-ut of a molehill.
C-anary in a coal mine
H-as kept you from peril;
R-emain fully vigilant
I-n the coming coldest chill.
S-ee the canary in a coal mine,
T-o be safe from any harm;
I-f you are always aware,
N-o way will wound touch your arm.
E-arly warning of danger,
J-eopardy's display of caution;
O-n the thirtieth of July,
Y-ou have God's protection.
P-repare for the threat,
A-n alarm sounds so loud;
L-ord God will burn all things,
M-aking them perish into the cloud.
O-pen your eyes to menace,
N-ever ignore the scupper's sign;
E-vade the detrimental risk,
S-ay the canary in a coal mine.
Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
A,wake my beauty, raise your single sail
L,et's leave the comfort of your harbor
L,eave behind your worries as well
O,verboard lies the sea of dreams
W,here time can stand forever still
Y,ou say that time has escaped you
O,n route to finding yourself
U,nder a blanket of misery
R,etaining the pain as well
S,ecure your right for passage
O,n the sea that never ends
U,nder your velvet blanket
L,ies the key to the door within
I,nhale the loving aroma
T,hat enchant the dreamer's realm
S,o don't fall victim to the dreamer's hell
F,ind the love you had as a child
R,ewind those forgotten years
E,vade the pain of misery
E,mbrace your life With cheer
D,own the sea of dreams
O,n a boat made from hope's loving grasp
M,emory of your voyage will always be that
R.K.H
10/13/2021
M-ore in love, less in hate,
A-llow your heart to glow;
E-ven in the midst of scorn, never mind the sorrow.
B-ig in love, small in hate,
U-se your humility;
E-ven in the midst of derision,
N-ever fret nor worry.
C-hunk of love, bit of hate,
O-bliterate the latter;
N-ever let the former fade,
S-o you feel much better.
E-vade the hell's horror,
J-ust reach the heaven's gate;
O-n the fourth of May, more in love, less in hate.
M-ake all things in order,
A-lmighty gives the command;
L-et not dissension rule
O-r get the
U-pper hand.
G-et your ducks in a row,
R-earrange for the better;
E-vade the zone of schism,
G-o on as true peacemaker.
O-n the twenty-eighth of July,
R-ise and let not grime grow;
I-t's time to organize life,
O-r get your ducks in a row.
C-ircumvent the conflict,
A-void the nonsense strife;
M-ake a sign of peace,
I-nstead of war in life.
L-eave the chaos behind,
L-etting the hate fade away;
E-arly twenty-ninth of June, make it a lovely day.
V-ictory is truly attained,
E-scaping from animosity;
L-ove eventually prevails,
A-nger yields to harmony.
S-eek the open line,
Q-uest for the telephone;
U-se the friendly talk,
E-vade the conflict
Z-one.
Written: September 2nd, 2025, for Contest Sponsored By Rob Carmack
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You touched me with a selfish grace—
a twist of tenderness,
a lover’s rage wrapped in rubicund silk.
We were prolific in our undoing,
a clamor of glamor and grit,
gargling truth through voracious nights
while Asteria watched,
her eyes full of truthful stars.
I spat your name into the noosphere,
where dreams go to die or be reborn.
You were my doppelgänger ache,
my endogenous flame,
the replica of every archetype
I tried to reject.
We danced in the penumbra of joy,
each step a pastiche of pulchritude and pain.
You, emulous in your appetency,
me, entranced with the miraculous ache
of wanting more than the sum of us.
I tried to winnow wisdom
from the sage’s vade mecum,
but found only flapdoodle and nephrology—
diagnoses of hearts too full to beat clean.
We were consanguineous in our chaos,
a fulgent maelstrom of want and war.
You regaled me with your Icarian truths,
then shattered our quietude
with a jussive whisper.
I grokked your slipshod love,
your generous lies,
your sylphlike exits.
Now I sojourn in the aftermath,
a flaneur of our layered past,
resiling from the squalor of memory
with the pertinacity of a yokel
who believes even nonsense
can be fertile.
Joy becomes the reward—
not of peace,
but of surviving the twist,
the grabble,
the glamor,
the grief.