Best Whites Poems
purples, whites and pinks
peeking from my fruit trees’ leaves. . . .
blue bird's sudden trill
FOR: Brian Strand's
A Free Choice any form/theme MAX 12 LINES Poetry Contest
I was swimming in the ocean enjoying it so much
I back floated and relaxed with my cousins Mat and Hutch
All of a sudden Mat broke my dreamy thoughts with a scream
The water choppy, he was carried swiftly up stream
Two great whites were fighting over which would eat my poor Mat
So I chased after them and I smacked them with a big baseball bat
Is this human being serious? The biggest shark asked the other
I do not know the other shark replied but she looks like my mother
I am a grandma you dopes I said and I smacked each hard on the nose
This the smaller one said haughtily is not how this kind of shark story goes
So I jumped on his slick back. I bucked, screamed, jabbed, and I kicked
And I punched him and bit him, making him mad; his skin was quite thick
This land polluter is crazy the great whites agreed with some flair
So they gave me my cousin whom they had tossed in the air.
Because I liked it I gave them another bat smack across their noses
She is horrible! The great whites said as I hit them with hoses
Sure I got Matt back but due to those shark bullies he now he had PSTD
His swimming suit was gone, so he was sheepish being nude in front of me
So Hutch and I threw off our clothes and we all swam in birthday suits
But those sharks never came back, so glad they were finally loose
There was a time when tennis players
Had to dress in white.
Appearing on the court in colors
Wouldn’t have been right.
But rules have changed and now we see
A medley of attire.
In fact, to be a fashion plate
Some players do aspire.
Both men and women choose to wear
Ensembles bright and bold.
A few stroll out in outfits
Rather shocking to behold.
Though some may yearn for former times
When whites were de rigueur,
To me, the freedom from those rules
Improves the court’s décor.
She is a goddess
and I am but a mere mortal,
I fear perhaps it is too late.
Perhaps I have ruined my chances
by acts of tongue.
She is a goddess as she moves in
her tennis whites.
I adore her, at least.
You're bracing for
the hubristic lecture
it's not here
The crux:
unvarnished understanding
of how blacks see
their outlook for life
Only narrow options:
they can give in, go through
or go around - a predicate path
Try to feel what it's like
to be born black today
soul-deadening suppression
systemically smothers patience
Crime, drugs, gangs,
rebellious pride seem
viable options for those
who may not see thirty
four thousand lynchings in
Jim Crow South till now
do lives matter
Blacks feel the constant fight
Blacks feel identity loss
Blacks feel crime gives cover
Blacks feel numbing is okay
Blacks feel tribal is safe
Blacks feel whites are asleep
Anthropologists say humanity
has Nubian origins
from the beginning we are one
Gandhi, Mandela, King
were proponents of
compassion, forgiveness, love
some whites reciprocate with
ignoring, masking, denial
too few understand
Blacks feel trapped
*Image of Snow Winter White by Pixabay.
Winter Whites
Master winter's crystalline zephyrs brisk,
studies o'er its righteous domain quickly,
promptly the seasonal occurrence whisk,
frost wintry breath dust a field o' calmly.
Eggshells ahead, once a rocky meadow,
Snow hovers across a restless highway,
Wall posts look like porcelain afterglow,
Cable radars are bone chinaware splay.
Alabaster Venuses ... snowstorm lamps,
Snow White elucidate the dwarfs a song,
Daisies dozing 'neath powdery revamps,
Cottonfields-rice patties, trees chiffon.
Ivory pearls, wilt on places, creamed rich,
Winter Sunday's finest whites are the pitch.
2022 January 18
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STRUCTURED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 08
*3rd Place*
Winter Wonders Within Nature
~~M. L. Kiser - Judged 2022 January 23
At Wimbledon, you must wear white
To play upon the courts
And that includes your sneakers, visors,
T-shirts, socks and shorts.
The colour police do not allow
Off-white, ecru or cream
And sneaker soles and laces
Should be white enough to gleam.
A single trim of colour
May adorn your neck or cuff,
No wider than one centimetre,
Which should be enough.
These rules apply to underwear
As well, and all obey.
How shocking it would be
If some black lace were on display!
In other tennis venues
Players’ fashions may beguile
But at Wimbledon, these regulations
Cramp some people’s style.
The fancy dress theme was religious
Some went as tarts and some, vicars
Yvonne found romance
wearing men's underpants
With a vicar in frilly white knickers
Squeezed into her tight white pants;
still soft to touch I hope.
Her hair down straight but not that long
to make me want to grope.
Approaching her I say hello,
while careful not to flirt.
I only say I saw her once
as all I do to blurt.
I tell her it's a treat to meet;
to run into her then.
But then I'd go to cut it short
with hopes to meet again.
night shed white from sky
colours faded, sun succoured -
greenish tint is back
Won second place in A Nature Themed Haiku With Color Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Her Pearly Whites Broke My Heart
there you sat in the cafe
in solitude, and in grace
so, so pristine
the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
i wanted to touch you
i really did
and smell your essence and scent
our eyes briefly caught
i imagined
and your's swayed away, briefly
as the warm ocean breeze
touched your carriage
of white pearls
so pristine and pearly white
i then saw the filtering sun
come into the cafe
and touch your radiant face
and you stretched and responded
like your arms opened up
to the sun in the sky
i was spellbound,smitten
and jealous
i tell the truth, i don't lie
... i was hurt
at how you were so captivated
and how sensual you were
... off into distance
white caps of waves
rolled into the sandy beach
palm trees blowing, pretty
but you were the most beautiful
... throngs of tourist walked by
but you were by far the most beautiful
my dear, my dear
next door there was music
bongo drums playing
and a women singing beautifully
but dear you were the most beautiful
i kept saying to myself
because you had that effect, my dear
you were really into it
the harmony
i saw you swaying in rhythm
dancing like
so, so beautiful
at that moment
i wanted to touch you
up close
i really did
but the cafe was busy
i kept walking
my eyes tearing
you were dead to the world
to me
that's life, i understand
i did look back
one final time
you in solitude, and in grace
a bouquet, so beautiful
of white pearly roses
accented with long
carriage of stems
and a touch of ferns
so beautiful,
my dear,
so beautiful
you broke my heart
connie pachecho
2/9/17
As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion
Nephophilia, a thudder crave
Exclamation is a sudden urge
Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents
Looking up close
Still immeasurably far
The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon
where moons and suns collide
stars surrounding them
blues and whites around them
casting shadow of white daisies
So small and wrecked
spurting a yelp of joy, when a cold breeze wheezed out
In blues and whites
they gleam
As a boon to the demure daisies
It is eternal
Feverishly eternal
When they run about in adorbs
It is mushiness and sweetness scattered all over in the morn
This is where I am, in this season
the season to hold upon these clouds
to hold as tight as it gotta be
This season is everlasting
this season to swim the length of the sky
Just for the blues and whites
Just for the blues and whites...
The Whites
It is not easy to be white these days, the whites
get the blame for the demise of the Red- Indians,
by students who do not understand history.
When a mass of poor white came to America, it was a population shift
of great dimension, a tsunami over the prairie and
the local tribes who, in a way, were stateless suffered.
But the whites worked hard and made America great, with the help,
in the beginning, of black slaves who became disadvantaged
and have not been able to rise above it and develop.
The whites didn`t invent slavery, Africa has always had slaves,
And here is slavery in many parts of the world that is not white.
The history of the whites is one of triumph, alas, also of
cruelty, but we must come to terms with our history it can`t
be eradicated by attacking statues,
white supremacists
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other association they regard as an infringement
to their goal of total dominance.
The idiots we see waving Nazi will bend to the will of their leaders,
and some of them can be used as a private army keeping the peace.
For the rest, they can regret their foolishness.
The great white is hiding low in the bowels of the ocean
Gloating at his ability to smell blood for a mile
Not wanting to brag, but loving his keen nose
Giving him a preview of what he might be eating