Best Vapored Poems
It's quiet whisper stirs my languid mind
Inviting coffee colored memories
A young man's face with future yet defined
Each vapored breath a page in history
Familiar apparitions reappear
Whose images I dare not chase away
The roads they traveled, washed out by my tears
This morning's chill a bridge to yesterday
Then as the welcome sun breaks o'er the trees
I find myself attended by a smile
Their goodbyes echo in the rustling leaves
As I walk back alone those last few miles
While standing on the porch I get a chill
Although the morning breeze has now grown still
Sept 11 2016
Categories:
vapored, memory, morning,
Form:
Sonnet
I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that used to be.
I hate me and what I am, more than you could ever think to,
but more so becuase you do, with your limp laughter and scared stares.
I never knew my life never needed me to know it could all go away in a single day.
I see it all through dirty windows draped in singed eyelashes and gutter grime,
the pathetic gazes from afar as another afternoon of sale shopping and shoe sizing is ruined
by my appalling appearance.
"How dare you be here! What's wrong with you?"
"Go get a job you junkie, you slob, just jump a bus so you can't disgust us with your sewer
shoes and hard luck blues. You deserve the dirt and a kick in the teeth from the steel-tipped
toe of a jackboot too. No one wants to see a scummy sack of crap like you, bending down to
pick our scraps off the frozen ground."
The helping hand of man slaps the taste of humanity from my mouth with each volatile volley
of acid arrow analogies angrily slung and fired furiously from the bows of bastard
businessmen and bleach blonde bimbos.
My weary wounds fill with the sea-salt of sarcastic statements and unflattering finger
gestures from frat boys as I bend down to pick up a penny I found on the frozen ground.
"Head's up means luck," Abe smiled at me, and suddenly my thoughts began to run
differently.
I took a long look at the lingering light of one of the sweetest sunsets I had ever seen, and
the simplicity and majesty washed over me.
There was no use in listening to abuse and accusations and obtuse observations any more.
I was being shown a door.
Wrapped in the warmth of the amber and amethyst glow, I finally smile for a little while and
close my dirty windows against the icy winds of waning words.
Tomorrow, someone will bend down to pick me up from the frozen ground.
Categories:
vapored, angst, death, loss, sadme,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The redwoods’ fairy ring, wall in a family secret
Only, not all roots dig as deep…
Parched, some shrivel, loosening the circlet
Shush….the tallest ones whisper steep
Elegance alas, the needy ones, have lost…
Chafed, bitter barks scatter cones they can’t keep
Raging fires sear heartwood of dearest cost
Enduring burns gape trunk-wide scars…
The remnant wall shrinks tauter, visible as vapored frost
(10/2/20: '87 Tiara 3600 Convertible; DMS)
Categories:
vapored, allusion,
Form:
Terza Rima
Distant space departing realms of conscious warmth
Voicing reason to an end within the persons hearth
A fire with pit to poke and prod dissolving spirit
Harmed retreated into a place where safe
The Avatar a being that searched far beyond limited view
Star that gazed a return to the night in day
Avatar that watches from the darkness kept at edges bay
Deep under a surface of skin flushed heat
A spirit that flees instead of the fight to escape
Soaring the magnitude of magnetic divines
An Avatar without wings that carelessly takes flight
Hovering not high not low always an even around
This lumen of light that is profoundly weighted
Shining use of a rise up from the depths of body down
The Avatar does speak to encourage the voice of sound
Direction of the pointer towards the feeling of no despair
A spiritual intertwining of the beings loving care
Body of vapored essence that is temporarily filled
By the choices lead through the heart that is felt
Releasing pressures built long lasted to with stand and resist
Temptation of the Avatars love that was heaven sent
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Categories:
vapored, blessing, creation, faith, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Both Sides Now
Billowing clouds up above
Sometimes smoky or just dust
Bluebirds maneuvering through
While Butterflies withdrew
All my past loves float away
As in vapored clouds today
Becoming concealed by the moon
Only returning in afternoon
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Memories only display
A vivid image I’ll downplay
Recalling this won’t be allowed
I can see from both sides now
Uncertain and feeling confused
Not knowing what my life will do
Covered in a canopy of tears
Wrapped in a trap of fears
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Margaret Franceschini August 1, 2014
Categories:
vapored, break up, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Verse
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.
That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.
I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.
I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.
An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!
Categories:
vapored, angel, bereavement, best friend,
Form:
Blank verse
I remember that dewy morning walk
with a Great Horned Owl
lying next to her severed left wing
on a final bed of wilting green grass
Her eyes majestically
Open Sesame
Closing in a cardboard box
my arms were graced to carry
to her shallow grave.
I remember billowing ribbons
of my lonely vapored breath
sweeping out toward yellow brown hay stubble fields
surrounding our red barn and fake-brick farmhouse
Carrying messianic wonder and hope,
worry and fear and unworthy sobs
for this Earth,
so richly endowed with ionic
ironic wisdom
to choose me for Her
great-winged MultiCulturing Opera.
But, I was eight
with much, already, to unlearn,
and this may be why Sage Owl
had come to vaccinate me,
to show me through her dying
that EarthTribe mentors me
To ask for water
cupped in young right caring hand
open to Her infinite swelling eyes
leaking thirsty freedom justice
tipping toward sea salty balance
engaging all Earth's polycultured Peace.
I buried Her shaman
for far too long;
Apparently justice flies
with older peace-thirsty wisdom.
We are each ecological
neurosystemic muses
doing our song/dance best,
blindly dodging barbed wire
commercial colonizing fences.
Categories:
vapored, death, earth, health, natural
Form:
Political Verse
If only I could ride upon the back of a dragonfly~
O', what journey I would behold...
I receive the wind's forced breath against my face-and revel in my locks rolling in the vibrant
sunlight.
We hover just above a splash of rainbow painted flowers,
that kiss my toes with open petals of joy.
The scent so pure,
shall decorate my skin forevermore.
We crest high into the ocean tinted sky.
Humbly greet birds which share in our gift,
and delight us in symphonies of angelic praise.
I close my eyes for a startled moment,
as we dance through a vineyard of bumble bees-
"Buzz,Buzz," They caution sternly to us, their unexpected visitors.
A smile imposes my lips at the thought of their disrupted task;
Only to pass them, look over my shoulder and witness their purpose resume within natural
elegance.
A shimmering mirror of water now lies underfoot.
I feel the warmth of the sun's reflection cast up under our joined form.
"Faster, faster!" I command my fairy-friend.
As I lay down flat and wrap my limbs snugly around to secure myself, our speed begins to
flourish.
With quick, steady, pace, we descend onto the water's surface.
Skips and twists- twirl into a tango of splashes,
which shower my face with each perfectly intentional bounce.
The tickle rises up from deep in my belly,
I laugh, a laugh full of true obliviation.
Dragonfly now lifts, higher and higher we go-
As I glide upon heavenly stilled wings.
We drift within utopian clouds,
they pass before our sights like vapored curtains before a theater of whimsy, unveiling a
masterpiece.
The presented gift, is that of majestic mountain tops that promise the scent of sweetly
perfumed evergreen.
This aroma leaves me breathless.
The aroma evokes childhood visions of wishing stars,
and kisses goodnight.
I inhale the memory for a moment longer,
cherishing the scent before I must once again grow older.
My friend I have been blessed to dance in the breeze with,
slows to a transcending idol.
We encircling the center of a noble rose.
We descend gently into the heart of the queen of flowers,
and land on her royal stage.
I delicately climb down, lay upon her silk;
and closed my eyes to dream.
Dreams which have atlas' transpired to become,
my long awaited reality.
If only I could ride upon the back of a dragonfly~
O', what journey I would behold...
Categories:
vapored, fantasydance, dance, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There's a pack of jokers in your pack ...
Smiling, ducking, and dodging ...
Lying ...
Waiting on the perfect moment to mislead your psyche and attack.
So, stay ... ONE UP!
Especially now ...
For your cup is full... of richness and darkness ... sitting steady
On its saucer ...
and if you're not paying attention ...
hidden forces will come in and spill your most valued portions ...
So, watch and sip wisely ...
no matter the sweetness ...
For
your blow on the hotness
will allow you to see through the steams
vapored double-cross of him and her ... Can you see?
I know you got this!!!
"ONE UP"
So please believe when I tell you ...
Your surrounded by the devil's minions ...
Full of unforeseen judgements and opinions ...
Smiling in your face ...
while holding on to your heavenly rise
And
counting down on your multitude of possible ($) millions ...
So please take heed ...
It's not about your face and name ...
For
I'm giving you the key to light ...
continue the journey ... I'm not the enemy ...
I'm just clearing your path with ...
Spirit, knowledge, justice, and stability ...
You got the message, and this is not a bluff ...
Everything is not what it seems ...
So, go deep ...
Because there are some forces around you ...
that you can't feel nor see. I know you felt thee ...
"ONEUP"
THE END ...
Categories:
vapored, blessing, career, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
A lone wolf yowls lachrymose,
At a lowly weeping full moon,
A hyperborean chill blows,
To quake the trees snow-clad festoon.
Reverent icy waters stand still,
Solid as old placid cold stone,
And crystallize its surface frill,
Webbing fractures as cracking bone.
The moonlight shimmers lupine pelage,
Luminous white, silver, and grey,
Scintillating eyes peer a ledge,
To skulk the skirted night away.
A carmen matricale of night,
In some strange darkened equipoise,
Vapored vacuous of breath and bite,
Winter bares its fanged alveolus.
The ethereal moon looked on,
With frigid distant nocturn eyes,
When soon bedims her view by dawn,
The wolf muffles in subdued cries.
Snow blankets the barren land white,
A place time seems to have forgot,
Away with the sounds of the night,
And the melancholy it brought.
Categories:
vapored, animal, howl, image, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
steel-blued rails
or tarred lane miles
cables or fables
we're layin' the lines
vapored sky lines
Internet bylines
those bar scene
come on lines
we're all layin' lines
making trails
refinin' our designs
plantin' our mines
layin' down our lines
innocence seen benign
overhead or underground
pushing straight to realign
down the lines
some lines are down
sparks on the ground
hot wired intertwines
line ahead a minus sign
heard before that ol' line
just useless goin' on
tossin' towel in to resign
bifurcate to recombine
futures seen to redefine
no talkin' on a party line
lines are down on cloud nine
© Goode Guy 2011-06-15
dem lines, dem lines...
Categories:
vapored, imagination, love, passion, people,
Form:
Rhyme
The Wind caressed the Leaves, sending shivers down Their Spine
Floating to the Ground, to be together, one Last-Time
And Birds, who Flew – Not South –
Flapped in a Row, on Phone Lines
Gossiping … ‘bout Naked Bushes and Barren Berry-Vines
Sir Day… wore Gray, Charcoal-Ash and a Pale, Dull Pewter
Looking like an estranged, forlorn, forgotten Suitor
Whose Love had run away… to find another to Hold
Someone, not so Varicose-Veined, Vapored and So Very Cold…
So, the Suitor, stood at her Window; Pressed his Crestfallen Face
To show he bought her Pearls and Fragile… Virgin Lace…
His Tears, formed Icicles, on Her Window-Sill
‘Til His head, Hung Overcast; Sharp, Dark and Chilled
Then, He Touched my Window; I was too Frozen to Move
Tho’ He’d gone Below His Temperance
I could do Naught to Soothe
For such Cool-Fiery, made me Leery
To go and offer my Tepid Intervention
Thus, I sat at Winter’s Window…
Warm Inside with Condensation …
Categories:
vapored, allegory, fantasy, imagination, nature
Form:
Free verse
Evanescently blurred, half beyond recall,
Her voice down a midnight hall—
Or her visage in oils once glimpsed on sale,
Remote, and feminine-pale.
Whoever was she? Forget, forget
Her classical silhouette:
Let her image diffuse in a twilight haze
Of vapored blues and greys…
Categories:
vapored, lost love
Form:
Verse
Floating from the ground below,
Vapored water wispy, slow.
Up it trickles, lightly drawn,
To form a cloud above the lawn.
There it sits, awaiting more,
Till it’s full and ready to pour.
It’s color gray, it starts to quiver,
Until out the water trickles.
Harder, harder, more and more,
Until you have a great downpour!
Slowly, slowly, ending rain,
The cloud is peaceful yet again.
Its water gone, it starts to shrink,
Till there’s nothing left to shrink.
Out the sun comes, drying up,
All the water on the ground,
And the process starts again,
Up, cloud, rain, again.
Categories:
vapored, 7th grade, nature, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Presence
An umbra of him bleeds in the sand,
Statuesque poise vapored his stand,
Shrouded imprints spurt in the grain,
Free withal his persona was banned.
2020 March 01
Categories:
vapored, image, muse, mystery,
Form:
Rubai