Best Wreaks Poems


Premium Member Beauty Abides

BEAUTY ABIDES

Beauty abides, and as her lover, 
I lift her veil to see transparent eyes glimmering
with an enticement worthy of seduction.

Touching some primordial passion, 
she wreaks havoc on my senses.
And graces me with unspoken words 
that promise delightful pleasure.

Beauty reigns as Queen supreme. 
Upon her throne she emanates majesty
with an exquisite demeanor and 
I stand back intimidated and shy. 
Who can reframe this emotion? 
Not a poet or artists brush.

Her soft rolling hills and gentle valleys; 
expectations of undiscovered treasures
fire an imaginative pose
I am bound up in a mystic rush 
that dominates like a drug's addiction.

And in a exotic haze I lie dreaming 
of ephemeral caresses,
highly charged currents 
that flow unrestricted around 
her coveted reactive spaces. 

Alone, with thoughts in time displaced, 
I wonder, does she entrance all others? 
Or in my silent muse am I the only one 
transformed and felled by her abstract beauty?

Her allure is enduring, enshrined for all to see. 
The recherche picture of her memory 
never grows old and she still remains 
indelibly imprinted on my erotic mind. 
  
CAK 
10-12-2012   Revised 9-25-2013 

SYNOPSIS
A question for you...

1.) Is the poem about a woman?
2.) or is it about a beautiful mountainous valley?

'dear Prudence'

Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its shine like a worthy prick
It was time for her daily purges

Peace is slapped about in her fickle hands and made ragged
Turmoil in her pedicured toes erodes the smoothed surfaces
Of the fashions’ must, into dusty rust of sick disgust

Her coral lips curve in delight
At the sight of confused and crazy creatures
Staring numbly at her hell-bent sight
She is always laughing, snarling or lying low
Waiting for the climatic blow 

Bottom dwelling, blush smearer 
Eyeliner runner, nail-biting binger
Her lies tease and her eyes see a perfect she will never be
As her large, curved nails glimmer 

She scuttles her way like a crab in a salty delirium
She hides her hiss like a snake ready to miss for a chase
Challenging practicality,
“Dear Prudence, 
Won’t you come out to play?”
But we are silent to the accursed 
The wise are wary and rehearsed

We all slip right through as she intrudes an empty room
Waiting for a reaction, screwing with the lights to assert a distraction 
She wreaks havoc in the dark,
“Dear Prudence!”
She screams,
As we softly walk down the path, nomads against the crabs
She doesn’t realize she is her worst fear—alone
Her mask melting and her anklets snapping
Collapsing, the tears she squeezed for her high
Were emptied, vindicated and dried 
Angrily she must realize
In her twisted, stubborn way

It’s a beautiful day… 

A crazy collab with my brother David Breidenthal [J.W Earnings]

Premium Member Gone Like a Whisper

Oh isn't it unfair?
That,
Right there
Gone like a whisper  .
For something to be 
To really be,
Specials only vanish

Please,
Let me grab it 
Please,
Let me hold it 
I'll be careful I promise

But an idea never tarnished,
Why so eager to rot?
Why these children
Without folly 
Play with costume

Do you remember playing?
When we could do that
And that was just a thing
But time a constant
Never discriminates
And this child is growing up

Cupid sends him
His first letter 
The return address was 
The bad part of town
Why he does it I don't know
But every time
This boy falls in love 
A lady of the night
Temptress No one knows 
Her name always changing
But she always
Drinks something pink
On her luggage tag
It just says, "disguise"

The fragile said something
Quietly from the corner
Ever so slightly 
But now, 
Louder 
Louder
And Louder!
She is staring to scream.
Her breath wreaks 
Stale and rotten smoke.
The room its self grasped
Is cold fills the void 
It is instant 
An idea has cracked 

Oh but isn't this fun?
And it's making me feel good
That can't be bad, 
Right?

But the walls are yellowing 
And the wallpaper is sticky with tar
The only thing
keeping that ugly pattern still up there

And now it's gone
That 
Just there.


Open Your Eyes To New Dawn

J-ust open your eyes
O-ctober sixteenth day; 
V-ile clime wreaks havoc, 
E-agerly wait, hope and pray.
R-aindrops in torrents
A-re flooding some places; 
C-all on the Father's name, 
H-e shall shower the graces.
E-ven during the storm, the Lord shows His love; 
L-etting you recognize the power from up above.

D-ark cloud in the sky
I-s not yet over and gone; 
Z-enith though will be seen, 
O-pen your eyes to 
N-ew dawn.

Premium Member Death Before the Reaper


                     Death comes before the reaper, with its sickly pale dark breath,

                     A curdling color of dark green, that wreaks somewhat of death,

                      When dreams fall into hopelessness all lost to the mundane,

                                  Rain of misty misery can drive a mind insane

                   Do NOT give up your dreams my friend, reach out and gather light!

                     Like pebbles washed upon the beach, seize each joy with delight 

                            Some dreams of our antiquity, may surely wash away,

                             Yet others wash within our reach upon this very day.

                                Do NOT allow the dreariness of misery to steal,

                             To rob you of the joy this living day can surely deal.

                          To read the poems of others, or share of one yourself

                            No dulling of one's wits by putting living on a shelf

                   Death comes before the reaper, with its sickly pale dark breath,

                    A curdling color of dark green, that wreaks somewhat of death.

                         Rebuke the dark time killer that will leave one in a daze

                Hopeless hours of pure mundane mind wrapped in mists and haze

                             Grab the light, insist to write! Live life to the brim

                                     In little ways, in all your days, hold fast! 

                                                           Carpe diem!







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The Passing Storm

Somewhere on this pretty planet,
	There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
	The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.

On righteous wings glory’s noose,
	Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
	The look, the stare defies all rhymes.

Reaching into forgotten tales,
	History chose armored males,
Dusty tomes on hidden shelves,
	Books in tongues for tiny elves.

Here’s to He who broke the bread,
	A promise too many came instead,
Land so fertile flowers swooned,
	Food to heal the people’s wound.

Abundance wreaks what dreams deny,
	Riches breach thy neighbors cry,
Winds begin like soft whispers pass,
	Fear the tempest that might amass.

No one heard the approaching storm,
	The blind saw not the eyeless worm,
Man’s great cities it came to breed,
	A pathos so hungry it began to feed. 

The poor of mind hailed this time, 
	Its witless soldiers stuck in crime,
But this was no Christian phase,
	Powerful waves, everyone pays.

Morning took hold, the sky was dark,
	The bow was bent and knew its mark,
A book of facts, a thousand lies,
	Verse so deep frozen beauty cries.

With thunder’s yoke rains wash took hold,
	On tides ebbed out went all once old,
Upon spring flowers hope took turn, 
	Lime and ashes make death’s love yearn.

Once the deluge heavy airs broke,
	Weeds and vermin went with a stroke,
Poison and bile, cancers two friends,
	Fell to the grounds hungry amends.

Trees laughed loud and grew their hair,
	Opulent green color’d the air,
The crowds were gone, the coast was clear,
	Butterfly songs for all to hear.

Know you man’s hopeless devices,
	Always waiting for a crisis,
To stick a sword in another’s heart,
	Man’s most pathetic lost dead art.

Wolves and tigers follow no rules,
	Never betting on prudish tools,
Blaming not the world as given,
	Their jaws obey love’s laws arisen. 

Eons ago a vow was made,
	Years before words lost to trade,
The path before you poets know,
	Only your heart can make life glow.

Pointed fingers hide three blind mice,
	Beware of crowds and mob’s advice,
J’accuse writ large holds guilt away,
	Thumbs up to She who holds her sway.


Premium Member Watching Homer Struggle

Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may hereafter live with minor pain

and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His Love too unconditional

while Diomed (or Tydides)
wreaks havoc on the Trojans and Hector
gives it back (in kind)

anatomically correct descriptions
of spears piercing jawbones (and groins)
sons without fathers hunting and fishing thereafter

alone. Written
amazingly presciently!
as a metaphor for Vietnam (our war)

forgotten consensually
as this generation slips lazily away
to Hades (or kayaks to the huckleberries)

where the lights are always blue, gentian actually,
supper's served at 4 and former adversaries
pass the heavy hanging time playing pinochle (and pool).

We're selling the house to pay the taxes.
Pallas Athena wars among the men
from the axle of her chariot

and Venus is injured by Diomed,
standing in the field of battle where she never should have been,
in her adorable hand.

What has this to do with Solomon in jail.
Not the Jewish king, a black American male,
same thing.

Your children can be failed at school and marched to war.
You can be taxed and sent to gaol for the honor of it.
anyone lived in a pretty how town.

We have no obligation
to perform the Iliad or read poems and even Homer
considers Achilles effete (compared to Hector)

and Odysseus is wrong even when he's right.
Therefore, modern man explores
the mathematics of circles in coordinate planes and their tangents

when (sooner or later)
the secret of warp speed is discovered
expansion of the species will be limitless and permanent.

Onslaught

drip, drop, trickling
rising, overflowing now...
emotional dam

wreaks havoc, torn, tossed
destroying walls, drowning wells...
no signs of stopping

gushing, roaring, lost
freedom to flow everywhere...
seeps to silent sea

Premium Member Quail Not At Death's Door If You Wrought No Wilful Harm

Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm

Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears the comfort of proffered pardon
Will in no way replace the sacrifices to expunge the burden

Sure everyone wreaks harm by chance or through ignorance
During those moments when control  depends on circumstance
The way the chips fall is not a matter for individual call
Is not that the way centillions of quarks knock into it all

Do the Dead turn back to set right their splintered houses
Or do the worlds keep spinning guided by original causes
Tell not the man whose wits desert him what’s really wrong
The punishment the Dead incur is a judgement well foregone

He who turns self-righteously around to avenge or to meddle
To set right the world’s injustices in the Manichean treadle
Might earn himself a life’s sentence to roam all over again
Dead people walking numb through friendless terrain

All they may be able to do is to warn you of a fiddle
Of some danger sapping your strength the key to a riddle
Even if friends and relatives who betrayed your confidence
Will cling to spurious justifications ever through repentance

Think not of the lives milling lost in the neck of your clouds
Is there no end to ramifications vilifications in livelihoods
Do the Dead take along with them the history of their lives
And in which distant sibling planet are they stored in archives

If only it were as easy as to look up and wish them all away
What good can this earth be with us all dead in it anyway
Bickering for pieces of molten land pieces of names in decay
Metals and rock on fire hurtling down minuscule Milky Way

What need has the Maker for such a vast and roving Empire
Even children give up playing with trains and coaches on fire
Do the Dead renew passports before entering galactic spaces
Or do they coddle up in comfort in inalienable birth-places

Wouldn’t our world be some thing else but for this baffling secret
The foregone fate of earth-born gods if it weren’t for this regret.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Love, Unknown Odyssey

Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite

Options are of dull few words 
For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend

This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical
Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival

What is this that consumes me, 
Infuses in me the traits of a stranger
Who is this stranger deep within my members


How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design
If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot

The days are still, peace is wraught
Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen

These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate
Will i rid myself this burden, even in death?
Can this load be no more?

The Abc's of Bpd

Animistic descent from sanity
Boorish attitude, sense of lost control
Crawl out of your skin, bloody vanity
Darkness claws like a black hole
Eternal uncertainty wreaks mayhem
Freedom not given, glued to midnight
Glutton of attention, cannot condemn
Hungry for life, all bark and no bite
Insanity placed on my sweating forehead
Justification, she’s just sick
Killjoy I may be, the day I dread
Labels in my throat choke me quick
Meaningless apologies, see from my eyes
Nights of liquid lucidity, a dull mind by day
Oh the pain, its thorns shred my heart and thighs
Persistent thoughts, worries carried away
Question my identity, a woman without a face
Remember happiness, a fleeting memorial
Scars on my ribs, my heart’s knives trace
Tears on my face, struggles sensorial
Ugly feelings of hate, daily reprise
Veins of ice or so it feels, words tongue-tie
With echoing sighs my dream dies
Xenolith, smile covered, stifled outcry
Yearning for a hand to hold on to
Zealous recovery, fail and reverse
© S. Grace  Create an image from this poem.

The Insignificance of Man

Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder

doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst

rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing

materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast

broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded

beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood 
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck

shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise

crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred

crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized

condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup

chic chica chick 
cigerette chewing 
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business

before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race

no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!

Don'T Stall a Hallowed Harvest

A little smile delights my soul
A little money appreciates my life
A little love achieves my goal
A little care flatters my wife 

Strengthening my resolve to perform better
Duties and responsibilities I bear
In my role as family pace and trend setter
In spite of mundane outfit and suit I wear

As through lifetime I educate siblings
Endeavouring to develop their potential
To scale heights, to break through glass ceilings
Beyond the conventional and the unintentional

As I elect and select to reflect on reasons why
At crossroads complications sometimes arise
To conflate faith and pride in minds of the lie
Lost in a labyrinth where to no surprise

Confusion and division estrange sinners from thinners
In the midst of splitting hairs and spreading fears
Among the lost sheep who deem it unfit to hobnob with cleaners
Immersed in verses of gossip as on my face tears

Roll down, fall on my chest in my quest
Into well intended missions that fall by the wayside
Too low for zero as I invest efforts to test
Waters in altars of misconception and prejudice propelled by personal pride

Gone too far to dilute and denigrate the sanctity 
The salvation mission entails among fishers of men
Who appreciate Jesus didn’t die on the cross to pronounce sinners guilty
But to save humankind and I from the odious omen

Misguided human lips with little knowledge utter
As they wallow in a sea of benighted bigotry
Where they play God and pronounce themselves better than the sinner in the gutter
Who pleads at the feet of Jesus to send her providential poetry

To open human eyes to tenets Christianity holds dear
Not because I say so or I should denounce the new millennium Pharisee
Whose grasp of the biblical truth swims in turbid unclear
Seas of ignorance where the blind and the benighted can’t see

Limitations and diminutions brought about by little knowledge
Raised to a puny pedestal
Wreaks havoc as it conflates sewage and sacrilege
To decelerate a hallowed harvest and cause it to stall.

Premium Member Welcome Halloween

Take a look around you,
In places far and near;
The season's soon upon us,
That spooky time of year!

The shops on every corner,
Display their festive gear;
"Trick or treat!" Trick or treat!"
Such chanting we will hear!

Witches, ghosts, and ghouls,
Masquerade beneath the moon;
Autumn wreaks a wicked bite,
Prepare to meet thy doom!

Jack-o'-lanterns' wicked grins,
Invade the narrow walk;
Darkness weaves an eerie gloom,
Night creatures make their stalk!

Welcome Halloween!
That creepy time of year;
A haunting stills a moonlit night,
What have we to fear?!

Connect the Dots!

Who is responsible 
domestic violence? 
in the home... 

responsible for rape? 
while bullying in schools 
escalates? 

fact anti-social behavior 
begins in the home! 

millions of excuses used 
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt 
alcohol-infidelity-uncompromising 
ass-hole 
why not blame stress! 

to name but a few... 
thats' new, slap on a label 
anti-social cripple 
self centered compelled 
subservient with a death wish 
co-dependant on a mission 

many incapable of raising 
families successfully 
matching crime to criminal 
sooner rather than later 

people who want children 
most should be screened 
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise 
these... 

protect the unborn spirit 
this cycle of perdition 
simply 'cause some can 
protection remains 
the question... 

until we fill up our prisons 
or doctors fill out prescriptions 
or do drugs - prostitution 
or some souls 
simply disappear 

abuse of the sexes disaster 
 children 
lives destined for remand 

some cultures self destructive 
buck the system for a laugh 
self discipline escapes them 
some victims choose suicide 

alternative families to the rescue! 
marriages deplete 
truth uncovered 

primary social group 
breaking down 
mere survival havoc wreaks! 
social injustice 
social acceptance 
to live in a relationship 
without independence? 

when we break the cycle? 
we immerge stronger- 
children safer 
home wreckers 
so yesterday 
some sexual couples 
complete disasters 

I deserve a happy life 
a happy life I've got 
living without violence 
is where we all need to start 

repeat not the acts of 
your fore mothers forefathers 
the violence does not work 

mental physical verbal abuse 
is a hostile mind at work 
he's weak disqualified from life 

primal evil reactivated strife 
programmes of violence repeated 
not strong enough in mind deleted 

disrespected, feared, without 
honor in most cases cannot repair 

don't be a victim, of archaic hatred 
suffer little children NOT! 
this world though numb 
Is nevertheless disgusted 

authorities ears to the ground 
we have heard your cries aloud 
take it from one who knows 
let all that s@%t go! 

don't repeat their mistakes 
look inside make new choices 
you decide fill your life with 
love... 

...or misery will connect the dots

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