Best Vainly Poems
Oh, Poisiden, you disrupt my sea;
Alter not your color for the likes
Of miserable me;
Your mouth foams in revelry
As I gasp desperately for
One remaining breath;
My rosary floats upon your
Fickle friendship of fury,
For your whims leave me
With goose flesh as
The grapevine wraps itself
Around my throat ~
I bear witness to antiquated
Notes which deceive;
The tongue of thy counterpart
Scorches this bosom...
Nevermore do I grieve,
Yet I swim vainly;
The chastity belt on land
It does remain,
Drowned dreams of delusion ~
Un- new;
I lurk within the shadow of
Door number two.
Categories:
vainly, introspection, loss, mystery, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Much is said about the Bow
God has put into the sky
the beauty of it's colours
that vainly posses the eyes
The curls of waves
that reach the shore
at times the making of hills
That men do often tame
and ride for fame and thrills
The taste of fruit
made by plants
That women gather for food
Covered by skin protecting within
the sweetness that we use
The perfume of the roses
reach the hearts
of those to whom they propose
The songs we sing
like bells ring that
call to one and all
The prayers we pray
each and everyday
produces all this and more
All the senses that God gave us
with which, He us, adores
Categories:
vainly, allegory, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
God signs off on His handiwork
releases into the world a human soul
First inside the womb and then outside
that soul begins to unfold
For mankind yearns to be free, free of direction
ignores all instruction as its sets sail
Free of direction and of directions
Freedom the goal, man’s Holy Grail
With good luck comes wonder
at creation, at a cosmos so awesome
Though the journey leads, inevitably,
to frustration, disappointment, unripened blossoms…
Then the cruelest blow when eventually
the unfolding process reverses
The ramrod-straight frame
folding in on itself as it rehearses
its return to its Maker, Who delivered it here
Who lets man search vainly for freedom
and come up empty year after year
~ for only His Truth makes everything clear
Categories:
vainly, destiny, freedom, god, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Angry acts begin.
Harmful words would never flare,
Count to ten then once again.
Wildfire spreading fast,
With mistaken, muddled acts.
Smokey aftertaste will last.
Then finessed assaults,
Vainly exit, pride intact,
Casting blame, the other's fault.
Friendships fall head-long,
Disarrayed in stumbled steps.
Puzzled reasons blurred then gone.
Gene Bourne.
10-22-14
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Categories:
vainly, allegory, allusion, analogy, assonance,
Form:
Rhyme
It"s ten to one in the morning.
i"m lying in my bed.
I have so many men to kill
there buzzing round my head.
My thumb is sore and aches
and hurts each time i press,
but i got to kill those suckers
i"ll teach them not to mess.
The bedroom door bursts open.
My Mother storms inside.
I quickly pull up covers
and vainly try to hide.
What the hell is this?
Don"t you know the time?
Her voice explodes in fire
I mumble humble fine.
The room decends in darkness
silence reigns supreme.
I"m grounded for tomorrow
my Mother she is mean.
The next day at the table
my behaviour is discussed.
My Father nods his head
and says i am the worst.
A whole day without gameing
God my lifes the pits.
I"m sure i"ll die of boredom
I bet I get the yips.
But soon the day is over
it"s midnight in my room
I can"t resist temptation
to pick up and resume.
I switch on my Playstation.
and put it all on mute.
My Mum will never know.
I think i"m pretty cute.
But what the hell is this
i"ve been taken for a mug.
that bloody devious Mother.
she"s taken off the PLUG!
Categories:
vainly, childhoodday, day, mother, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
Alone, the house in sadness stood
Beside the green and piney wood
Should tell its secrets if it could
Old memories now gone for good
Our sojourn here so very brief
No marks upon the landscape keep
The vines of time relentless creep
For yesterdays we vainly weep
The ticking clock a quiet thief
Now only echoes down the hall
The voices soft of seasons call
Red roses scent I still recall
And pumpkin growing in the fall
No changing rhythms of the tide
In this days measure we must dwell
For new stories we have yet to tell
And hear the ring of tomorrow's bell
But keep the memories deep inside
Categories:
vainly, emotions, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Paintings
- Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
- Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)
Red sun climbs an impressionist sea
climb
Boats and waves dance a gymnopédie
time stands still
Doe and her fawn in a dawn reverie
they drink from a stream in their tranquility
They taunt me
whispers and shadows and vague silhouettes
still haunt me
Vainly grasping for words to explain
why?
Empty questions shed tears in the rain -
I don't know
Was there a season of darkness we missed?
A wave of emotion we somehow dismissed?
Au revoir, dawn
wondering how we will make it through
with our fawn gone?
//Dedicated to my Uncle Don and Aunt Betty whose son Andy took his own life at age 19
Lyrics may be sung to Gymnopédie #1 by Erik Satie
Gymnopédie - a dance of ancient Sparta
Impressionism - a movement of the late 19th century in both art and music with which Claude Monet (art) and Erik Satie (music) are most often affiliated//
Written 5 Aug 2022
Categories:
vainly, death, suicide,
Form:
Lyric
Hoping and praying for peace, and peace of mind.
The earth disturbers are busy.
They will not leave well enough alone.
They do not work in harmony with nature.
Their idea of balancing out the
Eco system is to destroy it.
The earth disturbers are busy...
We who are trying hard to survive.
Will not rest until calm is restored to the planet.
They run amuck defiling and slaying every creature.
Every tree every lake, stream and river.
The earth disturbers are causing havoc
and smile at each successful misdeed.
Smiling at the ocean polluted.
Smiling at the elephant slayed;
Smiling at every tusk grabber,
at every dead whale, smiling at every abused child;
The earth disturbers are rejoicing.
For every human that falls prey to their wickedness.
The earth is bleeding.
People are dying for naught.
The whirlwind has been summoned.
Love has been abandoned for power and control.
By this depletion, pain is inflicted daily;
Vanity and, insanity is the order of the day.
Vainly misconstrued evil will be washed away.
With such a shaky foundation the destructive
arrogance of the earth disturbers,
is appearing everywhere.
Categories:
vainly, abuse, bangla, betrayal, earth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
Categories:
vainly, art, creation, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Vainly I stand before you
Waiting for an utterance
Any word of understanding
But these are days of famine
The honeysuckle flow of verse,
And kindness has abandoned
No words can repair this ruin
Too late, too late, to wait
My memory of you will fade
Yours of me will never be
And thus is another chapter
Of broken dreams and lost love
Categories:
vainly, dark, loss, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
January’s snow flows stealthfully through my fifth-floor apartment window, flung wide open to welcome in the new year. The half-drawn curtains bellow with brisk salt air blowing in from the North Sea. A distant foghorn groans in a resigned, forlorn resonance, guiding ships braving the churning, ice-slushy waters as church bells strike twelve stately brassy tones.
This night I stand alone and content, a rich cup of espresso in my hand. Eschewing nostalgia and perhaps too sober of thought, I prefer my pleasures to be of the vicarious variety. Beneath me I take in the muted ambers and oranges spread out from the four cafes, out past the cobblestone road, glistening as snowflakes alite. Young couples drinking, glasses clinking, hug, kiss and revel, strolling out from the cafes. Some indulge in a traditional waltz, before the speaker blares more modern fare. Waves of laughter and singing ebb and flow as I turn and head toward my bed and blessed sleep.
Again the foghorn blares mournfully, like a tuba vainly pleading to be united with a long-lost orchestra.
Categories:
vainly, character, perspective,
Form:
Prose
Rain falls on the lonely water’s edge,
is it a tear of a forgotten woman?
Sojourned on the surface of the water forming a bubble
for a moment and sinking into a forgotten time to remain
an oblivion because the bubble is incapable of becoming
a swift current. It is moving alone.
Because the woman in rain wanted to shake off
lots of deep-rooted detestable memories and rancor
she rushed to the shore and flew in the air as a mist
after smashing into a break-water. She couldn’t get rid of
her life-long ill-will she carried because she held onto false reality
that caused her to stray farther away from the actuality.
For her heart’s rending cry and struggle echoes vainly,
the water’s edge’s monotonous rain is the forgotten woman’s ill-will.
The rain becomes harder and harder
for the weight of the dark cloud hangs over her head
that is too heavy to hold, the woman kneels down by the shore
her poor heart’s lost grudge hardened as a piece of wooden block
and drifts along the water with the current that will never return.
Categories:
vainly, rain, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Searching vainly, the dark enthralled with death,
Moral fervor and forthrightness deep breath.
In utter silence, stealth into its depths
Drawing breath, soon all His knowledge in breadth.
Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane,
Distraught His strength falter growing angst pain;
Looking up to the heavens in discourse
On bend knees in unspoken end recourse.
Jesus stretched out on the cross gazed at their grief.
Scarlet sorrow; all they could see, His brief
Passion of life and crimson tainted cross.
Whilst soldiers toss dice, but blind by their loss.
Why? Please, let his suffering come to an end.
They loved Him yesterday, cannot comprehend.
4/9/2020
Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Categories:
vainly, abuse, angst, jesus,
Form:
Sonnet
Vainly Built Fires
Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still winds whipping across open bays.
Finding time, the enemy we all feared
We raced along hoping it would not come
Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared
full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb.
Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field
cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds
Forever, its opposition it yields
to that ever growing new crops of seeds.
Man seeking eternal fleshly desires,
perishes in own vainly built fires.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Categories:
vainly, creation, death, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
A girl called Lucy loved to trumpet lies
And idle gossip laced her lips with ease.
Tall tales tripped off her tongue to tantalise
Those twitching ears which reddened by degrees.
This filled her honest Mother with despair
‘You wash your mouth with soap’ she often cried.
Young Lucy shrugged it off and did not care -
To those who would do likewise, woe betide!
One day, when she’d amassed an eager crowd
Who circled round to hear the latest slur,
She stood there in the limelight, feeling proud,
When suddenly a fly buzzed near her ear.
How everybody gaped to see it dive
Right into Lucy’s mouth poised open wide,
Then heard her splutter, gasp and vainly strive
To cough it up - she choked and promptly died!
The moral of this tale is do not lie;
When tempted move your upper lip down south.
Then Lucy’s fate will surely pass you by,
Nor fly, nor lie invades a fastened mouth.
18.08.19
Categories:
vainly, death, insect,
Form:
Rhyme