Best Wears Poems
In shadow 'neath the shining of a soul
a heart trembles
for her lost
control.
Hope
lives
in Him
who forgives
trespass and sin
as flight with Mercy’s angel does begin.
Susan Ashley
October 7, 2020
~ First Place ~
Contest: Double Tetractys 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
syllables checked: howmanysyllables.com
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
Poet’s note: The hourglass, sometimes with the addition of metaphorical wings, is often depicted as a symbol that human existence is fleeting
The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke
She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.
But I take this gift,
For business is good,
And I seek many rewards.
What was love for her,
Was ego to me.
This man, her dream,
My dream, the pleasures of the night.
Her attraction, my Armani suit, my Astin Martin.
My attraction, just another bloom,
Found on the florists shelf.
So follow me, for Chanel no 5 Paris awaits.
Young beauty with eyes, so blue
And hair, so fair,
Who men desire
And women, love,
Come, your catwalk demands.
Look into my eyes, and see your future.
You will see my strength.
I will see my deceit.
You will see my friendship.
I will see my betrayal.
You will see your perfect love.
I will see a naked fool.
But do not judge me,
For my disciples are lined up.
Flashing their Cartier time piece, on life’s bar stool,
Intoxicated by their illusions,
Waiting, with a fashion house web.
To claim the next face,
The next soul, looking for love.
Just As the deserts wait for rain.
It is ordained
For the dove will find no love hear.
Only the thief,
Who takes her beauty, and plunders her love.
Who will tarnish her soul,
And steal her youth.
Only false Honour left
Kept in, A Gucci hand bag,
Full of lies, for friends to envy.
So look again my love
Choose wisely,
For the devil wears
Armani tonight.
And Prada will be his next victim.
Can I buy you a drink?
Love the dress.
Light from the morning sun kisses the ground,
with lips that know how and where to place perfection...
On high, waves the airy dress of fall...
Ripe are the fruits that hang to heavy vine..
Trees reach out in fire and nakedness...
Gone are the green blades and sweet scents of summer and her gifts of dreaming
and desire...
They have been replaced by the earthy exhales of dry ground and powdered
promises..
The year's final chapter is being offered on the sheets of crisp air and frosty veils...
The eagle and the sparrow find flight, above and beyond,
the rolling hills that rise and fall like the crooked spine of yesterday's departure...
Today finds her open to fingers that explore and stir her aging wine...
Today, she wears the colors of burning....TAH
A Tribute to Jan Allison.
Mirror, tell me who is the rightful limerick queen
There is a poetess, the most humorous I've seen
She's the one called Jan
Funniest in the land
Reading her humour is like feasting on fine cuisine
Her limericks make me laugh til I rupture my spleen
and I wonder what she imbibes from her canteen
She swears she doesn't drink
So now I've begun to think
It must be something she got from an inherent gene
I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never shall we be equal, for we are above what you teach,
you're too scared to see the truth in the words my people preach.
The only one's of equality are the one's that see it true,
the world that you're destroying, because you're not giving the respect that's due!
written towards prejudicial mentality, people detroying the world/mother nature/simplistic minds who cannot conceive the notion that all races are beautiful and we are one race combined...the human race. The world is filled with color and beauty in everything and everyone...
I don't know where to start, but I need to find the words
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
If heard is not what they are, then these words must surely be read
For these words are written with heart, either way my words are said
You must all be asking, what these words are all about
If I was atop of Hacha Grande, these words written I would shout
These words are written about beauty, amidst the clothes she wears
It's about a Spanish maiden, what she wears, I can only stare
No matter the colours, be they vibrant, dark or others
Either way they cloak my eyes, so radiant in perfect smother
Captured within her aura, dark locks in appearance blend
Entranced are my eyes forever, for my mind my views do send
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
My eyes can only be truthful, to see her, I'm never blurred
*~*
My sadness wears a smile - Repost
“My darkness shall forever see, the happiness you brought to me”
My sadness wears a smile
when my eyes are closed,
keeping me from seeing
what waits outside
on that lonely pathway
leading through the park
we always talked about walking
Our song plays on the radio
and I hear it calling
in the darkness,
the melody is soft and drifting,
echoing through the room
in the sweetest harmonies of
you and me
The taste of your euphoric kiss
still lingers upon my lips
as I dare not speak
for fear of losing the sensation
that caressed me in a feeling of ambrosia,
desperate for the moment
to be unending
I encounter your eyes staring, floating
in my sorrowed mind,
mahogany planets
hypnotically orbiting this vast space
that engulfs me, remnants of a dream,
circling the universe, eclipsing an April moon
we once called ours
And as I hold the poetry you sent,
I do not see the words
promising forever love
but caress the paper
folded neatly to fit
snuggly in the envelopes
addressed to me,
never to let go
Still I cannot look because
when my eyes are opened
they are filled with tears
for the endless days ahead
without you here,
but closed I can see
what we had together
Reminding me that if
I had never had you in my life,
the beauty that we shared
might not have been and without you
my sadness would not be able to
wear this smile remembering how it felt,
to be loved by you
Devotion Poem, Cat Steps
(Written for Jim Eslinger
Carefully I near him. He is curled up...sleek. Eyes
closed, perhaps not asleep. He sees. He will run.
He blends into hallway shadows. The light plays over
his outline. He steps within silence, outside hearing.
His devotion is fully committed to the circle he has
drawn around me: my lap his bed; my heart his
domain, entering whenever with assumption —
which I embrace as true. This dear cat, my leopard
when poised so....Aloof, yet overseeing everything,
including outside, where he travels by looking
through windowpanes. Too, I have caught how he
wears dreams of short escape, his eyes fix on spaces
of voids across the room. He pauses to listen
through doors. He sees around corners. When,
if ever he decides to go off for some while, I hope he
lets me follow. My sight stills on his glowing spots.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2/2021
To the melody of the Rolling Stones'
~ oldie, "Paint It Black" ~
I see a naked face, please put on a mask
No lipstick anymore, I want it to be masked
I see the girls go by, so frightful in their masks
Only one tear to cry, 'cos males can't multitask...
I see a line of cars, and they're all wearing masks
No drivers grin at me, they're all wearing masks
I see teens turn away, 'cos they're not wearing masks
The cops use pepper spray, they're wearing their gas masks...
I look inside myself, my heart now wears a mask
I have no feelings now, 'cos they have all been masked
My face will fade away, it does not have a task
It's no use anymore, when your whole world is masked...
Di-die-di-die-di-die Di-di-die-die-di-die
Di-die-di-die-di-die Di-di-die-die-di-die... Fadeout...
He Wears His Golf Cap Up High
His eyes throw comic arrows at his golf shot
Juggernaut after another, and a turkey trot
Double fidgets, a puppet swing
Slices and hooks on a string
Knees and feet wobble, his lessons went to pot
10/20/17
FUNNY LIMERICKS-Poetry Contest-DNP
A lady I knew called Griselda
Collected shoes just like Imelda*
But she’d such cheesy feet
When she walked down the street
Folk secretly called her Ismelldya!
*Imelda Marcos owned at least 1200 pairs of shoes
NB
After being on the site for over 7 years people are well aware of my style and love of writing the limerick form. If i write a bawdy limerick it is noted in the title and if folk insinuate my work is pornographic I can only pity them
I will not be deterred by bloggers and will not stop writing limericks or funny poems. I’ll never stop trying to make folk smile and have a laugh and forget their troubles for a while
1/5/2021
Sometimes the feeling
Of being small
Has nothing to do with size
But your own perception.
A smile is not always a smile
Or a reflection of your heart
Sometimes it is only due
To practice.
I'm a happy person
I repeat constantly
Until I believe.
It always wears me down.
Yes I am blessed
That's true.
I'm so thankful
Without a doubt.
But I fight
A battle everyday.
No one sees me cry.
No one will hear my pain.
I'm a happy person
I repeat constantly
Until I believe.
But it wears me down.
Feeling Insignificant
Has nothing to do with
How others see you
But what you see in the mirror.
My smile
Which I have practiced
Remains plastered on my face
And I won't give up.
Won't admit defeat.
But it wears me down.
I bounce back
Like a rubber band
Continually changing
And stretching
But remaining intact.
I'm a happy person
I repeat constantly
Until I believe.
But it continues to wear me down.
I love the scent of those
Crisp white shirts
Long or short sleeved;
Watching those button-fly jeans,
The way they sway in the breeze…
Oh yes, admittedly he wears them well.
Is he your beloved?
No my dear it’s my clothes line!
(this is a little form I cooked up last year and called it 7/5 trochee. I like to use it for fun little tales. Saw this dog the other day!)
Little dog nearby my house,
cone around his neck.
Guess if he could talk, he’d bark:
What the bleeping heck?
What’s the mutt supposed to do
if he wants a bone,
with his head so tiny stuck
deep inside that cone?
Do his doggy buddies laugh,
seeing him like that?
He can’t even catch a break.
Sure won’t catch a cat!
Next I see him trying to
poke his scraggly head,
not with great success at all,
in a flower bed.
I should tell his owner that
cones look pretty lame.
Let the poor thing stay inside;
Save his hide from shame!
Anyway, the sight of him
made me come right home -
after a good chuckle - to
write this silly poem!