Best Whelps Poems
My Favorite Place
My favorite place is where the sun bakes my skin
From a soft pink to a golden tan.
Warm planks under my feet take me down the dock.
I see red stains and dried watermelon seeds,
Evidence of yesterday’s snack.
The salty sea spray hits my tongue,
My mouth waters with thirst.
Sea gulls bob to the rhythm of the waves.
I swat away mosquitoes biting my face leaving red itchy whelps on my skin.
But I stay to watch enjoying the dolphins play.
The evening sky is an orange dreamcicle
Melting away until another day.
I reach for the stars on the water’s surface,
The water responds with a luminous glow,
I turn away, I have to go,
Until another day, I will miss you
Categories:
whelps, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
the hidden truths the silent truths
you come to bury me but i just may bury you
the burden carries me further by every step
the pain i suffered has carried me so close to hell
you better carefully measure the methods you be using against me
and if they're excessive toward my demise then i wish you success
nothing to reminisce but only my regrets as i counter them with subliminal messages
stung by the whelps that com from bull netals
i can see the mountains from miles the countrysides full of nothing but rebels
as a catalyst to catapults the counter measure to balance the force of the battlefront, tragedies and triumphs, and principalities and the power's force
and frankly yes that's a mouthful like a sea of troubles so far at this point we are incompatible, a branch snaps cracks feel the power shift ,a shallow heart feels the shadow's kiss, from where the war was raged from here to Shiloh to the cornfields
Categories:
whelps, games, words,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Blood sucking vicious pest-mosquitos
Malaria, fever, cramps, and pain
Itching red raised whelps, begin
Swat, slap, squish, shoo. Make goo.
Encephalitis
West Nile Virus
Dormant germs
Vampire
Leech
Categories:
whelps, health
Form:
Nonet
~DAMAGED~
TAUNTING OF YOUR SADIST WHISPERS, ECHO IN MY HEAD
CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME, OF YOUR DESECRATION INFUSED
MY SELF~ESTEEM RENDERED UNTO ME, IN RATIONS FOR OBEDIENCE
NUMBLY, I ENVISIONED A CHANGE...THAT WOULD NEVER COME
WHELPS 'PON MY SOUL, DEEPER THAN THOSE MY SKIN
YOUR MANIACAL BARRAGES, VIRTIGUOUSLY PERVADE MY SLUMBER
FOR WANT OF MY TEARS, YOU...CAUSED MY RETREAT OF LIFE'S LIVING
THOUGH I STILL TRY TO CLEAVE, FOR WANT OF AN ENDING MORE ELATIVE
FOR ALL TREASURE OF TH' EARTH, I WOULD NOT SUFFER YE 'GAIN
I USED TO BELIEVE TH' PAST, WOULD NOT DETERMINE MY TOMORROWS
BUT JADED I'VE BECOME, MY TRUST NOW OPPRESSED IN CONTEMPT
FOR THAT WHICH DIDN'T KILL ME, YOU...MADE ME HUNGER
BELITTLED N' BROKEN, I NOW STAND ALONE...
MY EMPATHY FOR YOUR NEXT PREY, I OFFER AS SACRIFICE FOR YOUR DEMISE
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF, AMONGST TH' DEMONS OF YOUR IMPIETY...
FOR AS LONG AS I'M ALLOWED, I WILL SMILE INTO YOUR EYES...
...DAMAGED
©~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
whelps, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The pinnacle spires high
with fulcrums underneath
prodding with refinement
like sugar grinding teeth
to form life in decay
until all cells betray
the protein code mapped out
when time and flesh combine
to trigger our splendor
in blazing hope benign,
sharing each reaction
locked away in fraction.
Collusion whelps in pain
as billions of fresh eyes
shrug away lies arcane
to peel away the guise
extolling disarray
when day erodes away.
Categories:
whelps, allegory
Form:
Rhyme
The corporate monster devours souls,
Having his way with the body and mind,
Entrapping the desparate and the blind,
Destroying the spirit, which is the goal.
Another victim for the vicious trolls,
In persuit of an economic find.
Lethal forces, unlike any man's kind,
Yawn, as whelps try to climb out of their holes.
Resources are divided amongst men
Easily influenced by their own greed.
Positioned to be ruined by their sin,
Ordinary people work just to feed.
Rich men, who abuse others with a grin,
Tell themselves that they are "right" in their deeds.
Categories:
whelps, life
Form:
Acrostic
Lone Wolf…
He is the irony unto his lonesome self
Thrust upon this world
A cub youngling
He absconds from family
In search of something else
The Lone Wolf…
A spirit found, a spirit lost
Travails path of storm and wind
Looking and seeking
The nomad hunter without friends
Loneliness the only cost
A Lone Wolf…
Forever bearing the intensity of heart
Burning into mind’s eye
Sardonic is his never knowing
Consequence of playing part
Lone Wolf…
Finding refuge within darkness…
From fast approaching storms
But, sanctuary from his own madness…
Found only in brashness and honor
Of the soul that roams
The Lone Wolf…
Like the undiscovered serpent of the sea…
The soaring eagle
Longs only to be free
But instinct his jailer
And hunger his need
A Lone wolf…
A vanishing vagrant into long drawn shadows…
Woodlands of a twilight sun
Pursuing fresh quarry scents
Unsullied mate she wolves natal young’s
Lone Wolf…
His lonesome irony abets in its return
As nights timber penumbras tumble forth…
A semblance of spectral sirs
Whelps of innocence from the night to the lunar lights…
Do not go unheard
Categories:
whelps, natureirony,
Form:
Rhyme
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
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More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus **** faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering alarming
news-worthy ailment
while this Unit Aryan ensconced
within beef hoar tee four comfortably
numb burred battlement,
here at Highland Manor,
I pay (if totally tubularly pennies rolled)
approximately equaling bedazzlement
17,500 viz copper cent,
per month gratuity clement,
sans Grosse and Quade
associates co-management
offered rental assistance congruent
(predicated on social security disability)
to occupy one bedroom
apartment kept air
conditioned 60°Fahrenheit
perfect for concupiscent
activity, albeit unfortunately marriage
shot thru with celibacy
suppressed sexless existence
more difficult to control
than catching a tiger by the tail,
hence this damned delinquent dependent
Dickensian dada cooly cruising thru
cyberspace espying embodiment,
how measurable heating up
Gaia, i.e. Mother Earth (she) evinces
no illusory figment, and just by a fluke,
the spontaneous Google search,
keyed revealed tumy mine eyes,
wretched webpage showed
stark rising temperature gradient
Dublin, Ireland experiencing
worst drought since
records began 168 years ago
where Irish Water (utility)
warned Dublin would run out of water
in 70 days, a “worst-case scenario”
necessitating hyper-efficient
protocols immediately inherent.
Categories:
whelps, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
My tendon's note
bends downhearted;
fleshy, wincing anguish
perforates with whelps
stippled by fiery ferocity and
tempered grief.
Atoms collide
without regret;
cunning, backdoor reptiles
pick the star gate lock
fostered on occult erudition and
ancient wealth.
Their content smiles
belie fate storms
brewing; thrashing specters
channel blood like veins
fueled by ignorant sacrifice until
virtue concedes.
The microverse
bends with quivers
hidden. Plunderers sow
protracted disease
nurtured on toxic components and trust
in civil death.
Categories:
whelps, loss
Form:
Free verse
babies breath so smells
positive of lavender
and ivory snow
a gentle mix of
perfectness liken wet new
sweet birth puppies whelps
new the naissance
so flesher than minted heirs
new birth linen fresh
9/12/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
Categories:
whelps, analogy, baby, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Haiku
When very young, no more than a lad,
mom spanked my hand when I was bad.
Tommy don't meddle, son don't do that,
then on my bottom was placed a love spat.
I could not climb to reach things high,
from where I stood they touched the sky.
I dared never venture to play with fire,
for this would surely bring mother's ire.
Boys don't fuss, boys please don't fight,
you've both been taught this isn't right.
Don't play on the couch, get off the bed,
when we persisted our fannies became red.
As older I grew along came the switch,
this tool of the devil could make me twitch.
Upon my legs red whelps were bared,
to a headstrong boy from a mom who cared.
A mother who at times slept on the floor,
who worried and waited to open the door.
A mother who always gave us what she had,
one who influenced my life when I was a lad.
On this mothers day although she's not here,
in these simple lines I still feel that she's near.
At eighty hard years her life's work was done,
now at ease with Jesus, her victory's been won.
Categories:
whelps, family, inspirational, loss, love,
Form:
Couplet
All the big dogs out barkin' their song
older cats strollin' just playin' along
hipsters out mellowin' chill for the day
jipsters shout yellin' pronouncin' their trade
the young whelps sit curbside awestruck in dreams
fast money escalades cascading in streams
Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats
Females ballyhooing in swivel they shake
homeboys be doin',make no mistake
street heat be seekin' next mark to play
chickies are hangin' off short leash no stray
eyeballin' darts blip radar like charts
no move is missed,you were kissed from the start
whadup...are you good,just begins the action
hooked now from the look,you gave as a sanction
Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats.....
Categories:
whelps, people, places, urban, life,
Form:
Free verse
Stormy snowy night
Howling the black fox
Whelps, on the central door, whining
Dead like all around of me
Wordlessly massive butchery
As if hearing I’m- “Wolves there are
angry glitzy eyed, hungry to fight
lets sleep a while silently!”
But, I don't like to sleep
Don’t like to stay behind and
wait far from wolves roaring,
Fear and timidity I shun all friendly
My journey to surmount all by love sharing
-December 03, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
whelps, how i feel,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Good Lord sent me from Zion…
Arjuna!!... “I am that I am”!!!
The fowler goes round about me ...roaring like a wild Lion.. He desires to eat our young...our
1st fruits
Fruit of the Prince of Power and The Warrior Princess!!
but the prophecy SAYS...!!!... U shall not prevail against the word of the most high
The call is out upon the whelps of the Lioness…and the chains of her Lion Cub…
He devours the city…and is a terror in the eyes of all that stand in his path.
Rebellion!!!...Dharma Yhuda!...Jihad..
This Day I DECLARE...Prophecy!!!... IT IS WRITTEN...WE WILL TRAMPLE YOU UNDERFOOT!!!!
Maroons… Carib… Chemakum
Prophecy..Prophecy..Prophecy!!
He is the Mystic Mind…The Celestial Scribe …The Peculiar People…
Lift up your hands in praise of HIM !! For He heard your cry and mine!!..
He watered the hills from his chambers
The earth was satisfied…
Raise your hands and know..he can do all things...and his desire is to bring us closer to HIM!!
"Every day we rise..we give thanks and praise..in my humble ways"
My humble ways. Making food meant to feed a few ..feed many
A home built 4 a few...house many in love
Monies given 4 a few.. bless many
Prophecy My Queen..
Categories:
whelps, devotion, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, inspirational,
Form:
In those far days, stars had stilts, shafts
that pierced every eye with a legendary knowledge.
There were celestial dragons
that roamed the daylight clouds,
actual myths glittered in the sunlight
as they shape-shifted through a gleaming creation.
Olympus could be found in every nest. Nirvana
explored in nightly rain puddles. Heaven was a word
for the ordinary and mundane.
Then a thing darker than the darkest of shadows,
cast its vast leathery wings over the minds
of these lesser gods and their magical beasts.
Conflicts arose in every land, fairies fled
to the timeless flowering fields of Arcadia.
Blood oaths were sworn and few there were
that would arbitrate for peace.
To this day, starlight walks elsewhere,
and we the ill-bred whelps of fear,
must travel with no thaumaturgic succor
or wit to discern
this wonderful macrocosm of us.
Categories:
whelps, poetry,
Form:
Free verse