Best Vastly Poems
The Dark Side of October
Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark and dreary, I’m so leery, such an eerie sight to see –
is this but a reverie?
In the graveyard shadows shimmer, dark of night is growing dimmer,
dimmer still without a glimmer, shadows ‘round the old oak tree.
Shadows dancing ever nearer, nearer still and getting clearer,
clearer like distorted mirror, twisting ghastly sight to see –
growing vastly, looming lastly, such a ghastly sight to see –
certainly a reverie?
Piercing sounds are penetrating, ear drums deafening pulsating,
ringing louder, devastating, echoes off the old oak tree.
Echoes bouncing screeching grating, ever louder agitating,
instigating, fears creating, from this ghoulish sight to see –
Am I mulish, maybe foolish, such a ghoulish sight to see –
surely just a reverie?
In the dark my head is spinning, round and round these sights imprinting,
fusing on my brain beginning, questioning my sanity.
All these sights and sounds are weighing, weighing as the ghouls are playing
playing as they do their preying, preying on my vanity –
I am praying, ghouls are swaying, preying on my vanity –
have I lost my sanity?
Eerie night just seems persisting, lasting as my mind is twisting,
waiting for daylight’s assisting, lighting up the old oak tree.
Eerie sights and sounds now fading, dark of night for daylight trading,
light of day is now invading, leaving me to clearly see –
seeing nearly, life so dearly, oh so clearly now I see –
must have been a reverie…..
or have I lost my sanity?
July 26, 2018
Categories:
vastly, dark, horror, october, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
When I say peace, what comes into your mind?
Some fantasy, a world where there's no wars
No soldiers setting foot on foreign shores
Where weapons of destruction aren't designed
My thoughts on peace are vastly more refined
I think of nature's song which has no score
The changing of her seasonal decor
The moon and stars, in silence, as they shine
And yet you ask,"Well, what about world peace?"
If you'll recall that's just a fantasy
Man's lust for gold and power will not cease
It's time to face up to reality
I realize my thoughts are so unkind
But that's as close to peace as one can find
Hatred will steal your heart just like a thief
let the beauty of love set your heart free
Who you follow does not matter to me
but beliefs should not be forced to cause grief
Life can be fragile like an Autumn leaf
a journey that reflects moods of the sea
Yet, strong leaves return on each naked tree
and waves become calm when reaching a reef
Get rid of ego, do not let it grow
love is the hope for the future we breed
Poets pick up your pen, let your ink flow
together we can heal those hearts that bleed
Words are a force, if unified we sow
which lay foundations for a peaceful seed
written by Daniel Turner and Silent One
NOT FOR CONTEST
Categories:
vastly, peace,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.
My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.
At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.
Categories:
vastly, adventure, art, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
We all enjoy the apple, grape and cherry
We all eat the orange, as if it was air
We never forget our favorite berry
But what about the bulging pear?
As I remove the banana from the cut glass
I leave my poor little pear
like countless others, in this worldwide farce
It lies alone in its cut glass lair
I taste the banana, long, firm, almost white
But I see it's mournful green spotted eye
I have finally realized the lonesome plight
Like some old, forgotten half baked pie
I place the Banana down upon the table
and I grip my long forgotten Pear
Like a scene from an old story or fable
I engage the fruit in my lustful stare
I pierce the skin with my long sharp teeth
I hold the fruit, now naked and bare
I re-discover the joy that lied beneath
I am sorry, my vastly underrated pear.
Categories:
vastly, food,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I cry when I think of the loves lost,
Embraces missed, hands not held;
While I encased my heart in frost,
Whither nice young men repelled.
The fresh boy who remembered,
Me from our old primary school;
I wish now I had surrendered,
And not dismissed him as a fool…
The teen who wanted to take me,
To the final-night feast at camp,
He was vastly too short you see,
Although a very lovable scamp!
The classmate who collected essays,
For me from the marking pile -
And lingered to give me praise;
Wish I asked him to stop a while.
The earnest young student who waited,
To talk after Friday social-tea,
He is one I ought to have dated;
But I thought him too pious for me.
Taller, smarter, or just plain weird,
I saved myself for him who loved not;
Leaving the sweet boys who appeared,
To find other girls to tie the knot.
When I grew wiser I knew to miss,
The fine menfolk I had passed by,
Lost many opportunities for a kiss,
As I had a crush on the wrong guy.
11/5/2017
Categories:
vastly, feelings, longing, lost, lost
Form:
Rhyme
Men cannot be trusted
emotionless and hardened,
They tend to be aggressive
Then thoughtlessly are pardoned.
Promiscuously driven
With ego swelling large,
They're loud, endowed and over proud
And in your life they'll barge!
They see vastly different
They see a girl- a prize,
Their honesty is always great
Until they just tell lies.
They'll blame you for everything
They'll treat you as a game,
They're really not so interesting
Predictable and lame.
Hence before you run away
To whatever you have lusted,
Take heed of what I say...
For men should not be trusted.
Now, I could back this poem up
With proof of evidence,
As damages that most men do
Is astronomically immense.
Though I’m sure when they do read this
They’ll hate and much resent
The honesty and forthrightness
From a poetess unbent.
Yes we need to put them in their place
Before problems rise again
Wars and violence amongst our silence
All due to stupid men.
Though I wonder Joe and all that know
Andy and Big Randy
So I’ll admit just a bit
Men can be soooo handy !
And I’m fortunate to know
Good mans’ integrity
The ones who care a very rare
And voice this literally.
Though I’ve generalised and chastised
The ones not up to speed
I’ll be fair and I’ll share
Men…I know we need.
They’re great when they are good
Respectable and kind
They can be the bestest friends
And ease our worried mind.
Baby boys so wonderful
And innocence impart
Uplifting me, will always be
Forever in my heart.
The he whose not corrupted
It’s him I do commend
And loyal I will always be
To a good true friend.
How brothers I have missed you
Through the push and shove
And I am grateful never hateful
For platonic love…
Here here I’m not so sexist
Indifferent, a goner,
As I think of he who strengthens me
'tis he, I love and honour.
Categories:
vastly, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
Botched Artwork Saves Town
Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..
A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over the world it enthralled..
People, the tourist kind, they made a quick bee line, to see for themselves..
Ecce Homo, a seemingly priceless ancient painting in a church , upon one of its wall..
Time has ravaged its brilliant colours , and its paintwork well flaked off the wall..
One artistic old lady of 83, she took it upon herself to try restore its beauty..
Painstakingly she laboured upon days on end, as expertly as she can..
She meant well, it hurts her artistic soul to see the priceless artwork fade..
She tried her best, but the colours, they ran and it was a difficult task..
She had to go away for a short while, she left behind a half restored art...
Someone in church, horrified no doubt, took a picture of it as a matter of fact..
The uploaded picture in the internet, it was shared and quickly it went viral..
Many found it amusing, there was so much scorn, it was soundly ridiculed..
The Ecce *****fresno, or Behold The Man, it now looks like a monkey or a porcupine…
A picture of a mournful Jesus is no more, in its place is an artwork that is one of its kind…
Poor Cecilia, a widow and amateur painter, she never had a chance to finish her effort..
Her failed restoration effort rocketed around the globe and then a miracle of sorts..
People started thronging to this church in Borja, Spain, it was a pilgrimage of some kind...
After the viral picture on the internet, people just had to see and view this new find…..
Now that 150,000 visitors have come and gone, Borja is a town rejuvenated and restored..
In this village of medieval palaces and winding lanes, this botched artwork has the town resurrected…
All the free publicity from a botched artpiece, it has been a breath of life to the local economy..
God works in mysterious ways, it explains the good fortunes that follows from the smudgy renderings..
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/15/world/a-town-if-not-a-painting-is-restored.html?_r=0
Categories:
vastly, appreciation, beauty, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
RED ROSE RAPTURE
Red roses in fragrant, Spring bloom,
Dispel any sense of world gloom!
If you know, even a whiff of history,
Wars are certainly neither new, nor a mystery.
They have a beginning and an end.
Wars do not last forever, that is simplistic pretend.
But the news is negative to the max!
And social media, makes tingles of fear run up your back.
Be a beautiful, blooming rose to all others.
Don't be a prophet of doom that just smothers!
Allow each person, to express their views.
Even though it differs vastly from yours!
Freedom of speech, keeps us totally free.
Pray God, keep it, in its blessed, totality!
5/1/2022
Categories:
vastly, courage, freedom, inspiration, international,
Form:
Rhyme
ALOHA to my friends in INDIA, I hope this message is received with the understanding that recent interactions have vastly expounded because many have participated with my sponsored contest and as such, there is a cause that the synergies, on the most part, is protonic. Those I've been communicating, for various reasons, all pertaining to poetrysoup.com, have represented the people of INDIA, in the greatest measure to overflowing. The women are pretty due to the extension of their beautiful souls, the men ingratiate their resolve with such a passionate outcome that they give rise of what makes "INDIA is great...", and due to witnessed efforts, they have added the words, "INDIA is great...and is greater!" And for your charming children, delight your shoulders, enchantingly. I wish only to meet as many Indians as possible, but alas, I have but one life. I had the privilege to shake one Indian hand, and that was with Madame Indira Gandhi, for she had brought an elephant from India to grace our zoo here in the islands, some many years ago--of course. Yes, Hawaii is beautiful I suppose, but in a way, the islanders do not exist, for it has mountain ranges for hearts to climb, flowery valleys for romance to blossom, sparkling rivers to mirror your charms, beaches with surging waters that tantalize souls it embraces, yet, you will never see me or my fellow islanders, for we have faded and became part of its scene, with the sole purpose to sustain our gracious place in a way that it was designed, just to attract beautiful people to feel our spirit's that are now part of its landscape, welcoming them with Aloha, to our souls within our shores.
Aloha INDIA
2019 September 15
Categories:
vastly, beautiful, people, perspective,
Form:
Narrative
There's a hole in my soul, so wide and so vast,
it gives me no future and leaves me no past.
Remorse and regrets, for the choices I've made,
now hammer my brain, in a living cascade,
of roads left un-taken and paths unexplored,
of things that I've longed for, of those gone ignored.
Dreams of the dreams, and of what might have been,
the costs for time wasted, the wages of sin.
Procrastination, it taking those turns,
the places I've passed by, where bridges were burned.
The loss of those moments that can't be replaced,
a world of 'what if's?, ' is what I now face.
Oh my mind is so fraught, my will vastly frozen,
with thoughts of those choices, that I've never chosen.
With time that elapses, so quickly somehow,
to bring me this day, the here and the now.
I'm drinking the bottom, the grounds in the brew,
with a mind full of memories, the things I can't do.
I would wish to return to that moment in time,
where all possibilities, were possibly mine.
Where I was a writer of meaningful verse,
where I found acceptance and knew my life's worth.
As life is cut short by times' ruthless hand,
I've broken the HOURGLASS…lost all the sand...
Categories:
vastly, bereavement, longing, perspective, sorrow,
Form:
Lyric
It was a cloud burst on that ominous bleak stormy day
The beck in ‘Johnny Walker’s Ghyll’ overflowed blocked our way.
Yet with speculation and tenacity we kids waded
Where ‘Back Lane’ once followed the dry limestone wall unaided.
Beyond the hedgerow sky line, the patter of many voices
Unconcerned having escape the down pour laugh and rejoices.
After all, ‘Jack Steel’s barn’ where the hay bales were still warm
From those the weary village urchins like us sheltering from the storm.
I think of such innocence today when to avoid ventures in the rain
When the village landscape portrayed through a vastly different pane.
Children without a childhood so sophisticated with mobile phone
An intellect far removed from the values of yesterday did hone.
But today still happy I am when faced with trials of growing old
That old barn my sanctuary I can enter time again is to me gold.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Categories:
vastly, childhood, meaningful, society,
Form:
Couplet
if you could last a day inside the body of
the lovesick-shell of a human
i turn into when i'm in love
i would applaud you
allow me to show you a preview first:
as one might think
loving someone and being in love are
two vastly different experiences
whereas
no matter how hard i try to avoid it
and no matter what outer influence tries to intervene
once my heart decides it loves a person
much to my demise and almost involuntarily
i will love you until my chest plate cracks
and shatters
and my heart is
hopelessly, yet hopefully
crawling towards you
if you were born into the hurricane
you learn to chase them
you learn to put yourself inside the eye,
because you’re strong enough to withstand it and you know it
you’re confused between boredom and peace so you opt for danger instead
because you don’t know how to love outside of the whirlwind
because what else do you know?
stuck in a loop of coming up with scenarios of what the future might hold.
coming up with an imaginary child that you love with your beating heart
thinking about how absolutely gut wrenching it would feel to watch her
feel and think and hurt
the way you are right now
baby doesn’t deserve that
you don’t deserve that
so why would you have baby in a situation with somebody that makes you feel like
you're standing in the eye of a hurricane?
because there was once sunlight
and there was once peace
and there will be again soon.
right?
Categories:
vastly, desire, lost love, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Did I stray or am I suppose to walk into?
This one road that was led too far...
A path if perhaps was once so cool
To know if once more, who we are...
Do you regret walking down this road?
I must say I do not because I am today who I am
Maturing upon this questionable approach
I'm vastly becoming more then simply a new man
We all do things we needed to every time
And we never fail to never realize mistakes until...
We are lucky when aged if we even do find
What of an entire life to be ignorant to feel
I am not becoming better I know that now
I'm simply wiser to keep at bay
And it wasn't because I've ultimately found
It was because... I have strayed
My unknown path I'm walking into
I am uncovering as I dare stray along
A distant road walking as a wiser fool
I be the youngest oldie where the oldest youth belong
.........................
Categories:
vastly, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Strange shadows had dappled this earth,
On a day beautiful in utter stillbirth!
Moonlit at noon-sun eclipsed by the moon,
Vastly, crescent sun shadows were strewn!
Then the breeze assumed a sudden chill,
At the pause in ancient ritual thrill,
On May the tenth, nineteen ninety four-
I believe that heaven was at my door!
Not since the golden midday I was born,
Had I awakened to such a jewelled morn,
Awash in a treasure of silver and gold,
It won't repeat until a century unfolds.
Birds were hush, and the people in awe,
As night had forced the day to withdraw.
The fiery sun grew dark as a blackberry,
Sensing the day had gone quite contrary.
All were actors in the great shadow play,
Even fireflies, warblers and our blue jay,
On the beauteous day of silver sunlight,
When the amorous moon took the spotlight!
Categories:
vastly, beautiful, light, moon, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
All alone deep inside
Feeling like I wanna cry
No one ever understands
Cuz they're always making plans
My worlds quickly falling apart
Vastly destroying my fragile heart
Vainly trying to hold it together
Teetering on the edge forever
Losing everything so close
Feeling like an unwelcomed ghost
No matter what I try
Everything either leaves or dies
Wishing I can get rid of my stress
Thinking this is all a test
Feeling I'm at the end of my rope
Extremely close to losing all hope
Wishing someone saves me someday
These words to god I pray
Categories:
vastly, betrayal, dark, depression, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme