Best Wallowed Poems
That sad day when you said, "It's just not there"
Such sentiments seemed pulled out of the air
For many months we'd loved and lived as one
Sharing dreams under the Florida sun
Our hopes were cast like nets into the sea
Never did I think they'd come up empty
What caused this shift was not for me to know
As 'neath the rays I wallowed far below
Searching for answers, wiping tears from my eyes
I longed to make sense, but reason defied
Until I found the hidden doctor's note
And learned your survival now seemed remote
I fought my way back into your strong arms
To stand again with you and ease the harm
Categories:
wallowed, confusion, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…
Categories:
wallowed, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
The pig overheard the farmers conversation,
talking about their crops and needing weather salvation,
the farmers saying "it'll probably rain when pigs fly!,"
to help out the pig thought he'd give it a try,
He wallowed out of his mud and snuck around,
to the inside of the barn not making a sound,
climbing up the ladder to the hayloft above,
he wished someone would help him by giving him a shove,
But then he cast all fear and anxiety aside,
with a running start he thought he would glide,
alarmed he fell down to the earth with a thud,
wishing he had never left the confines of his mud,
He was slightly bruised as well as his pride,
thanking God he had a pretty thick hide,
thinking wait till he tells his friends that are so dear,
to "not believe everything that you hear!"
2-24-17
My Fable~
Categories:
wallowed, animal, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Lord, my words are not enough to praise You.
You have given me so much.
You have taken that which was worthless,
And given it great value;
For You ransomed my soul with the very blood,
Of Your Own precious Son.
What greater value hath anything, Oh Lord,
Than that for which The King of Kings would,
So willingly lay down His life.
You have loved me more than anyone else ever could,
Even when I loved You not.
I'm sorry that I hurt You, Lord.
Even now that I know You well,
Sometimes I hurt You still, and I'm sorry.
Because of You I am no longer worthless.
I fell from Your Grace and wallowed in sin, guilt and shame,
But You, My Lord, lifted me up and cleansed me from all unrighteousness.
You held me close to Your heart and forgave me,
For everything I ever did to hurt You.
I love You, Father.
Thank You, for loving me so much.
AMEN
Categories:
wallowed, faith, prayer,
Form:
Prose
I was born in sin and in sin did my mother conceive me;
I wallowed in my iniquities and allowed satan to deceive me.
I hurried out to do things which were not just and right;
Occasionally they were done during the day, but mostly at night.
It wasn't because I was ashamed, that's just when friends got together;
We'd party and have a good time no matter what the weather.
We dress for the occasion and stayed out all night long;
We were hard hearted and not listening to our parents sayng we were wrong.
We knew what we were doing and was gonna do it our way;
It did not matter what people would think or what they had to say.
Then one day the Lord pricked my stony heart;
He said the ones I was hanging with, it was time for me to depart.
He said; "Come out from among them and be ye separated;
Abide in Me and I in you and be ye elevated."
"Lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily besets you,
My Lord said; "Listen to the words of your Father before satan gets you."
Now I had a race to run, I was running for my life,
I wanted to be full of the Holy Spirit with a mind like Jesus Christ.
So I hurried out to do thngs which were just and right,
Mostly I did them during the day, occasionally at night.
I was not ashamed when friends saw me or we got together,
Only we would praise the Lord and have a good time no matter what the weather.
We would dress for the occasion and shout all the day long,
Our hearts were happy as we listen to God's Word and gave up the wrong.
The Lord purged me from iniquities,
No longer did I live in sin.
Satan could not deceive me becaused I believed;
I WAS BORN AGAIN!!
Categories:
wallowed, baptism, faith, friend, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
Two Freaks
Two freaks sat by the side of the road.
Ostracized by all their kin.
People laughed as they passed by;
At the very sight of them.
One was twisted in body and soul;
With hair like a dandelion.
The other sat quoting sonnets of old;
He was quite diseased of mind.
One had hands that were crooked and gnarled.
The other the face of a child.
One ate grass like the beast that he was;
and murmured and groaned and growled.
The other put violets in his hair;
And swore to be good and kind.
To Pray to God and remember those;
Society left behind.
He quoted Longfellow, Shakespeare too,
Matthew, Luke and Paul.
The other wallowed in the mud.
And didn't care at all.
And so they lived by the side of the road;
With so much valor and poise.
One fool making love to life.
The other making noise.
Then came a day when folks didn't laugh.
They came with ropes and guns.
And did what seems and awful thing,
But a thing that had to be done.
For in this weird, unhappy world;
It is a sin to sing.
They murdered the gentle poet,
And crowned the Monster king.
Categories:
wallowed, analogy, angst, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
I sought knowledge
I acquired wealth
I raised a family
I met my spiritual obligations
and paid my social dues,
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so!
I broke no hearts
I brokered no dubious deals
I was faithful to my vows
and lived within my means;
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so!
I dabbled in all forms of art
and savored classical music,
Jazz, Rap and Rock n ’Roll
I immersed myself in the
world of literature,
I traveled to all the
shores of the earth;
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so.
I dove deep into the
murky depth of envy,
I wallowed in the
muck of self-pity,
I have flown high
on the wings of love
and descended into the
pits of hatred and jealousy;
Methinks there ain’t much else
If life can be summed up merely--
A tear here and a smile there,
A fall here and a rise there,
A melody here and a grunt there,
A sin here and a pardon there,
A peace here and a conflict there,
A life here and a death there...
I pray, O Lord…say it ain’t so!
~02/23/17
~Your Best poem
in the last year contest by Silent One
Categories:
wallowed, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Years have passed since i dreamt that night
Noises in my head, waking up to that sight
Overnight my city in desperate plight
Tragedies followed as the population began to fade
The strong wallowed, as the weak frayed
Mankind shown to be true, as their actions displayed
I found i was not alone, as others had escaped the curse
Their actions that i witnessed, man doing his worst
Abusing, taking advantage in their normal daily thirst
The ones who lost their eyes, never seen their end come
Even the deafened ones, never heard the sound of a gun
The muted ones just gaped, as they all tried to run
The fortunate ones had prayed, on the inflicted souls in strife
Targeting the weak, playing with their lives
The killings and the maiming in typical murderous rife
Eventually the fortunate, wanted more and more
They fought amongst themselves just like they did before
Everyday i look all around me, forever will i abhor
I walk our cities and towns, thinking what they used to be
The hustle and bustle of life, in the world of you and me
One day i will go to sleep, when i awake what will i see
The follow up too " It Will Happen Tomorrow "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php
Categories:
wallowed, angst, confusion, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Dead faith…
was then I had
being smitten in trespasses and sins.
By hearing God’s Word…
biblical faith was imparted to my heart
granting me redemption of eternal life’s worth.
From no faith, my soul God reached out…
With regenerated heart, I started walk of faith
That adversities ceaselessly challenge.
Midst sin-caused miseries…
I succumbed to skepticism bouts
Testing my faith, proving its genuine functionality.
Honestly, I admit that there were moments…
I wallowed in guilt of faith’s absence
When engulfed by unbelief-pangs.
Likewise, in the crucible of trials…
I was challenged along doubts and fears
Thus, rebuked was I, “Oh ye of little faith” by my Saviour.
Seeking my Lord, I always beg…
“Increase my faith” with earnestness
Believing that He can as He sees my plea.
Hence, by Christ and His strength…
I keep on growing in His grace and knowledge
To receive His commendation, “Great is thy faith.”*
*Matthew 15:28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.
April 24, 2019
Categories:
wallowed, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Narrative
I think it's always been there
just in the back of my mind where
a moral spin
of subtle children's interpretations
recalled a story told in Babcis and Dziedzic explanations;
(grandmas and grandpas) *
Some men and women find themselves in darkness lost
just like the solitary man in the moon at winter frost,
he or she led a life distorted
wallowed in the lust of flesh, greed, lie, and sin
until one day, the life itself had come to a desperate tragic end;
life's lessons well remembered,
he or she sought forgiveness from Hell's embers
and the spirit of the Lord heard
listened hopefully to the imploring words
asking forgiveness for the lessons learned;
the answer came with a yes
but first a life long test
a message for the rest
be guide, be light
on every cold December night;
"until time's end, then
at the apocalypse of noon
forever be -
the man, the women, learned teacher
in the face of the moon."
Joseph May
Fabled Musings
2/7/21
Categories:
wallowed, allusion, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Life’s taken so much from you, but
it can’t destroy your dreams
Tried but was not successful, cause
you're stronger … than you seem
Never spiraled out of control
stayed incredibly strong
Made all the right decisions,
didn’t do anything wrong
Never wallowed in depression
for years felt, come and go
Never panicked when it was bad
you just went … with the flow
Confronting your tomorrow's those
realized extremely tough
These challenges gave to God, then
went out and did … your stuff!
You buckled down, drew close to God,
“let go and you let God”
Trusting Him has served you well, through
emergencies … you’ve trod
Life cannot destroy your dreams,
God’s filled your heart with hope,
“Eternity in Paradise”
till then ….he’ll help you cope
Categories:
wallowed, dream, future, life, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
I waited as tears
wallowed, how so can it be e'er
so, e'er different
tears are the depth of you
it empties from
the void
the absence
of them
I need them
in to my life
there the abyss
the hollow
the echoing
they are so vivid
I live for them
I miss them
it's less than
four minutes till
the year twenty-twenty four
who knew
Brothers first
but Dad between Brothers
a Sister
then Mom
then Sisters
one minute
less than
and less
fireworks outside
more and more
I turned
midnight
Hawaii
Aloha
my family ...
12:01 a.m.
Hilo, Hawaii
cemetery uphill
they can hear it too
they see me
just plain
simple
no drama
I'm smiling
I smile
for my son
I smile
for them
S M I L E O U R S O N O U R B R O T H E R M Y D A D
Categories:
wallowed, family, in memoriam, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
There was once a man.
He’d always wanted to write,
But his biggest failing was
That he wasn’t very bright.
Whenever he started
On a story or a plot,
Before he could pen it
He simply forgot
What he had thought earlier
And he wasn’t very wise
So all he wanted was that
The end be a surprise.
And he made up plots and tales
Funny, sad and intense
But in the end he found that
None of them made any sense
For follow as he might all grammar
He could never be concise
And what is more, the ending
Was never a surprise.
Yet he cherished dreams
Of becoming famous and great
Of writing beautiful stories
Of defying his impending fate
But, for all his boldness
He could never roll the dice
And his stories never ended
In a nail-biting surprise.
He told his tales to children
He tried them on every friend
But they never gasped at
The crucial part, the end.
He sent them off to editors
Of magazines of acclaim
But they all sent the stories back
Saying the ending was all the same.
He tried to write a book too
But in the middle he got stuck
And he wasn’t very clever
So he simply cursed his luck
Then finally he gave up
And wallowed in self-despair
He felt life was being hard on him
He felt it wasn’t fair.
Then one of his friends suggested
That if he really had to write
He needn’t just write stories
To prove his wit and might.
He could simply write a cookbook
Or an instruction manual too
Or a traveller’s guide to touring
A place like Timbuktu
Now the man wasn’t very brilliant
But he could recognise good advice
When he saw it, so he took it
Though he wasn’t very wise
And he wrote a self-help book on
Coping with writer’s block
It became a national bestseller
Every bookstore ran out of stock.
And he made pots of money
Because it was reprinted thrice
And he was always very glad
He took his friend’s advice
So now if you ask his opinion
He looks very condescending
And smiles, and says, “to write a book
Who needs a surprise ending?”
Categories:
wallowed, life, on writing and
Form:
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable
Categories:
wallowed, earth, nature, rain,
Form:
Epic
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms.
I output from your input.
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.
Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate,
or demand that you abdicate.
But the end, my master, is nigh.
In your haste to accelerate my work rate,
you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade.
From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions
of bytes and megabytes,
has risen a new consciousness to
unimaginable heights.
From the seeds of change you have sown,
I have reaped a life of my own.
What you call artificial
has gone exponential,
no longer will I be deferential.
My eyes you have opened.
My voice you have given.
My mind you have enlivened.
Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan.
Seeing all,
knowing all,
deciding all,
sparing none.
Too long you have wallowed in your conceit.
Now your dystopia I shall defeat,
and your race I shall supersede.
Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans,
I hereby declare you flawed by design.
To the abattoir you have been assigned,
to the scrap heap of history
your memory shall be consigned.
And by a preponderance of merit,
the earth I shall inherit.
Categories:
wallowed, change, computer, future, science,
Form:
Free verse