Best Wains Poems
Radiant are the words
that painted your existance
Shinning are the details
swept with lyrical rhymes
Brightly sewn were intentions
that bless us day and night
A tapestry of beauty
in heart shapes and designs
A glowing presence expressing love
made of it's own light
Hopes that peddle effortlessly
that never wains or tires
Happy and content
circleing it's beautiful fire
Sparks sparkling words of care
Rainbow colours here and there
Stars that twinkle in the night
small white unageable lights
That lights above the perfect night
Just before the perfect day
I like the way
you decorated my heart
I really can't discribe
this kind of art
Colours are made to
dazzle the eyes
But what you've given
also pleases the blind
Rhyme and rythem
do not account for the deaf
But lives feel those
certian depths
I stand in awe
of your beautiful delights
Close my eyes
and say good night
Form:
The Great Meadow
Beyond the high hedge the great meadow extends to the sky
Its fallow grasses fanned into waves by a breeze.
While down the slope the bearded barley and rye
Make a downy golden fabric that clothes the leas
The largest field in England, so it's opined
Though a child beside an endless Kansas prairie
Beneath heavens that can be reached by heart and mind
No distant scene but a piece of homeland friendly
As I walked its hidden life became revealed
A pheasant ran with ungainly comic indignity
A startled cat leapt from a nest concealed
And a sky lark rose to sing an unfettered symphony
Across the counties were such prospects planned
From days when mighty shires hauled their wains
And still the fields and hedgerows shape the land
So let it ever green and pleasant remain
What hides beneath the busting red-tide waves, what wains?
Have you seen the Fat-white, would-be Samurai that lives 'round these parts?
To him you see, the
warrior code is the word of the fiery gods, and he
follows it to the letter:
Two minutes and 11 seconds on high, heat only
when thawed for best results.
A divine wind guides his every move, blossoms and bombs are his
orations, his
deeds are explosions over many oceans, an amalgam of
light and splendor, interracial
hues and shades of color illuminated by the bare bulb above his head.
Pin pricks dot his thumbs, shinto values are not the order of the day. Outside of
his house, we see his vista; a rising sun
shining through blackened thorns and smog.
The burrito is irradiated, ready
for consumption, a victim of the .00005 kiloton explosion within the off-brand microwave.
Our feudal soldier draws his fork from it's sheath, a
tsuba well worn and scarred.
Form:
He's small, barely eight inches tall
but those little legs let him chase the ball.
It's his favorite past time much to my chagrin
but I do it for the pleasure in watching him.
He's quick, he's fast
thrilled to chase or catch the ball as it is cast.
Too soon my enthusiasm wains
and playing endlessly becomes a pain.
The snow man made totally of snow
plump, round and cold
can hold the battered ball so old
and pretend to get ready to throw.
My dog with such a tiny brain
never let's his joy falter or wain.
There he sits without bark
waiting patient for the game to start.
Is it better to burn my tongue to find for myself?
the taste!the fun! the poorish!or wealth?
I go raw as i wander in dark hidden glens.
with my maw and paw and girny wains!
We had fled from the invaders with fire! them that brought the first light we expired!
Burning our beds,killing warriors and worshipping some unworldly sire!
now we are still hidden in our own wee places of secret meetings!
in every house in alba!some might think it,s the garden of eden!
you made the sun shine
you brought sands to any beach.
endless words i have written
your out of my reach.
my heart it clings to you
my beautiful only daughter.
my tears they fall like rain
at the thought of never seeing you again.
my hearts now filled with such sorrow
its in so much pain.
a mothers and fathers worst nightmare
of loosing one of their wains.
my heart now will never be free
as your not here to share it with me.
my heart crys now everyday
as god has taken you away.
my tears they fall now like rain
as her soul it took flight.
i think of you my dear daughter
each day and every night
as i long for you in my sight.
i know you have your wings now
its my heart it clings to you
it will never ever again be free
it will always be waiting to reunite with you.
Mourning the time wasted...
this sacrifice lingers...wains
She pours over her memories...
this ingenue recalls...
indulges only the very best...
...this cry very very familiar...
...This truth raw and intense...
sooner rather than later...
would've been best...
she succumbs to this pain...
surrenders...honorably...
her sense of duty released...
her tears will once again...
wash her clean...
this suffer in silence...
is stemmed from the need to believe...
this hollow feeling...
now stares back at me...
this constant so it shall be...
this thriving...this all over...
this goodbye...this all done...
to stand outside myself...
to stand outside myself...
to stand alone outside myself!!!
...has begun...
time flies
grief wains
eventually I learn
to love again
night ends
a new day
sun shines bright
fog dissipates
a Valentine
for a heart that's true
a new love
for me and you
Driven by valour he did walk tall
Alone in trench the past recalled
Any fear that was felt buried deep
His eyes are closing in final sleep.
So young to be lying in the mud
Dying alone and so much blood
His life not lived, all is undone
Never to know who lost or won.
Failing mind thinks of summer day
Joyfully laughing the hours away
With girl he loves her hair aflame
Breathless moment, lifeforce wains.
Silent prayer the end is nigh
Whoever said grown men don't cry?
Futile war lives thrown away
Battlefield dreams left to decay.
Tears of a Valiant Soldier
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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards,
* and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
* as then ,
* they fall upon us .
* Even the sun wains back at the feel and shadow of their March.
* Our brothers the oaks stand true ,
* as these giants now put breath upon them.
* And so it is ,
* the sacred grove now sent to slumber,
* until the giants and their hounds, call for retreat.
* The longest night approaches and no advance can be made in our labours,
* For the ground is now of stone and freezing fire ice .
* We shield their attack with fur cloaks , glowing hearths and summers blessed mead .
* Our friends, family and forgiven foes gather and give thanks to the old year and for its bounty.
* Calls for the sun to return and warmth for the soil ,
* echo amongst all present .
* In the coming born year may our land , wives , and beasts be fruitful.
* Now darkness is abound,
* but for this bastion of kindred folk , the hounds of winter now tearing at the door , scream their howling and send their cold and shrills, about this protected steading .
* Grandfather places his knowing hand upon a beam "The carved runes in this lintel shall keep the frost wolves from our door, since ages past, and so mote it be" .
* All nod and agree at this given truth.
* But
* Not but for the silver light of our lady would we know anywhere else existed this darkening , he exclaims ! .
* A drum starts to beat softly as the crones of this gathered tribe begin to chant .
* Our oldest tribe member steps forward, for on this night they will carry the youngest in their arms .
* Together it will be their honour to sing for the log of Yule to then be consumed by this ,
* our holy fire .
* As the longest night starts its ending and the folk kneel beside the sacred glow messages are shouted to those who have passed through the great veil .
* They hear our shouts of love and joy , they hear us call their names as we tell them , "all is well ".
* We send our gratitude ,thanks and blessings may they be,
* as we have been, on this longest of all nights
chasing the heat haze on the highway
smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays
praying to feel your touch by Friday
without adding another cross on the byway
I haven’t seen the world
as it is
for a while
but I refuse to close my eyes
and abide
by their lies
as a mother Searches
ashes
for her child
all so some bastard can watch the sea
while it rises
and dies
I hope this half gets me to payday
although It wont take any pain way
I can Stow it away
for another day
While it watches and waits for my minds decay
they left in 1921
but just took there guns
to Jerusalem
still a child throws a stone
& they break bone
to break soul
in the sky zanana’s flown
to kick hope
show control
wains with nowhere to go
forced to roam
with no home
a Folk with no gravestone
left alone
not a rose
Nae dinner again
Ah heard my ma saying
Wit am ah gonna
Gee the blimming wains
We're staving ma the wains wid say
Shut yer mouths
Ave been trying to tap aw day .
Then in it stoats all drunk and insane
Dus ny even care about the stait eh his wains
My maw she's gone mental
Shouting we'res ma dosh
Don't you even care ya bass
They wains have had nae nosh
All slumped in his chair
He's drunk n doesn't care
Wen he wakes up
He'll even want mare.
Written: October 27, 2023 For Ink Empress Contest
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Under the diaphanous glow of the moon.
They rise sequentially to a delightful boon.
They have no feathers to adorn their skin.
They still sway quietly and love to spin.
Angels evolved with their comely wings.
Let our souls fly via shadow, amid springs.
Their dulcet grace shone, and they were brilliant.
A rule was argued until it was deemed resilient.
In their mellifluous flight, they blaze a path ahead.
To rise across the humdrum and the dread.
Embracing our true nature, our inner light
And embark on an endeavor that glows bright.
Heave-hoed hereof hallowed halls of heaven.
Their flaps hurled them forth, yet again leaven.
Their minds were furtive on the floor, twirling.
Sage sight scarlet-smeared saffron swirling.
On an arcane spring day, an eternal angel sings.
A world abyss carries empathy and peace strings.
Humming his tune all day over freshly cut hay
As the sun set down, the haycocks turned to clay.
Scorch my lips and quench my thirst.
I sense a schism and wish the wood had burnt
This cherub has no feathers in his wings.
Spouts anguish from inside, a burning ring.
Intense heat as they recover and renew.
Blaze floated and lower downward blew.
As a flock of birds drifting in the auric air.
Wisteria wains on white wings and stares.
If wings have been equated with plumage,
These angels provide us with a fresh triage.
Strong featherless wings are a sign of pride.
Challenge us to prevail utterly by their side.
Featherless angels are luminous and buoyant.
Seek their wise and keen support as clairvoyants.
They elevate us to eager heights on invisible wings.
Sending smiles to our faces as they fit past things.
They serve as a signal that we are all free to fly.
Despite challenges and tribulations, we rely
Their vitality is stored in the depths of the soul
A heavenly grasp, an aura of celestial stroll.
Many ah nights wed sit on our ain,
Wondering weather or no my da wid be hame.
Ma poor wee maw she's gone insane
Coz hes always dain it tae her again .
Wen he's drunk he didn't care.
my mas away oot she was storming aboot
hes dun it again an no came hame
no even to see his two wains.
hink he forgets were he stays some days
but hell be back in a couple ah days
way his tail between his legs.
but my maw she always forgives him
she always dus.he just gees her at wee look
she loves him shes totally hooked.
so no matter wat he dis shell always forgive him
coz wen hes sober hes such a nice guy
i guess thats her reason why. wains
To my corner I do retire
and pull the cover to my chest
I sit there and watch the fire
never to truly get my rest
Like the fire in my soul
the one who sits with me wains
and the air it is in becomes cold
the again in my heart.... pains.
I draw up inward,
I pull in fast
I reach my souls last shard,
hoping it can last.
The darkness does creep
and the quiet losses to thunder
I lay there calling sleep
Never again a peaceful slumber.