From across the field, a boy approached -
from his lips, a question broached.
He'd had found a thing that had no word,
its name and purpose, long obscured.
He spoke as if my life were through,
"Mister, tell me, what were you?"
Categories:
broached, age, youth,
Form: Rhyme
My eyes followed her. They wouldn't behave.
Her strut, her smile, a wicked challenge gave.
The angel on my shoulder warned, "femme fatale",
telling me kindly, "this time, let me make the call".
But I couldn't stop my feet, as I approached her -
or my lips, as my question broached her,
and my digits recorded her digits like a slave,
possessed they were, as my angel tried to save
...me. He slumped on my shoulder in defeat.
He cried as I phoned her and agreed to meet.
There was no devil on my other shoulder.
He was inside me, making my heart smolder.
My angel had wanted me to flee,
but, despite a moment of hydrologic uncertainty,
the devil made me do the crime,
but it's not so bad. I'm glad the boy is mine.
Categories:
broached, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Hollow noise like the roar of an angry bull.
Emotionally desolate, importune of answers.
Feeling castigated, in bleak. Veer not from me oh dear God.
Embedded in avalanche.
I bellow for luminosity.
Seeking comfort in coldness
Heart shattered, sighs echoing. Forgive me for my sins oh dear God.
Broached in a new world of wretchedness I never knew existed.
My visage turning into the seven seas.
Far offshore
As I ebb away with the tides. I fix my eyes onto you oh dear God.
A silent prayer,
Cloak my tribulations.
Let there be oblivion.
And this gloom a phase. Make me whole again oh dear God.
Gestation period
A grotesque routine
Queasiness
Excruciating. Give me strength oh dear God.
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Feeling castigated, in bleak.
Importune of answers.
Why me? Hear my cry oh dear God.
Categories:
broached, anxiety, bible, christian, courage,
Form: Free verse
before barristers
bone-busting brouhahas broached
barbaric bedlam
comely charwomen
cringed contemplating cruel
commonplace cudgelings
dank dungeons deterred
disorderly drunken dolts
dissuading dissent
(Alliteration)
07/25/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
broached, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
A cowboy like a glacier sat
Upon the foothills. And just like that
The climate changed from hope
To glad. Melt water eroded the grassy slope.
No bridge to cross. The swift stream glistened
Brightly under the midday sun. To spend
Another night camped stream-side would be too much.
So the saddle-proud horseman with artfully deft touch
Approached and broached the brisk water.
From yonder side he sauntered
until the trail emerged. Toward town
he traveled and at sundown arrived.
To bathe with soap upon the skin,
With water warm and a glass of gin
Made cold with glacial ice, is a nice
Experience to have. And then roll the dice
Into the saloon and pollute the soul
With games of chance. Such a toll
Does pleasure take upon the Puritan
[for those believers, anyway]. A ban
Would ameliorate such disgrace, if self-imposed.
Unfettered cowboys are never so disposed.
Categories:
broached, imagery, nature, river, solitude,
Form: Couplet
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 5
Verses 2 and 3
King Richard spoke to Saint this day at Seat
of Donville Castle by the River Thames.
Their conversation broached on need to meet
with nobles, bishops, knights including James.
In earnest he wants Saint and other names
to be his entourage to Holy Place,
when shining retinue with pride reclaims
the Holy City with Sovereign's grace.
Lord Saint detested Richard’s dream but showed not trace.
" At winter's solstice I depart with sword
and sail to Ashkelon with thee as aide
to free the plains of infedelic horde
and Christianise the pagan souls with blade.
Tell me how many knights thou mightest bade
to take the oath of brave crusader zeal.
This faith of mine is real; it won't thus fade,
Judean slopes of Moslems we shall heal.
'Et Deus vult' is sacred cry, Jehovah's seal."
Categories:
broached, england,
Form: Rhyme
Beaches are where breaches adorn like brooches
Waves curl up to breach the surface of sea,
Then break, plunging headstrong to broach on shore.
Wales and dolphins breach off the beach with spit and spurt.
Crabs and worms breach the sand with holes and borrows
Waves and ripples crease the wet sand with furrows
The surge of tide erodes and reworks the inlet channels
A beach is a shore breached and broached in dynamic equilibrium and flux
Eroded, exposed then sand deposited, accrued and hoarded
With sediment piled up in reserve in dunes, hills, swales and shoals
Birds breach the sky and pierce the scenery
Footprints broach the serenity of beach expanse
Beaches - breached and broached are designed to cope.
Categories:
broached, beach,
Form: Free verse
A luminescent keshi....Oh how I raved!
Radiating bliss in my oceans of desires
Could it be Aphrodite relaxing on her pristine satiny bed
Shooting her shimmery beams to undermine Diana's chastity?
This hardened rounded tear of joy would be for my daughter on her wedding
A lustrous pearl to be broached on her heaving bosom as she took her vows!
October 26, 2016
For Carolyn Devonshire
*Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and pleasure
*Diana is the goddess of chastity
Categories:
broached, allusion, beauty, happiness,
Form: Free verse
A luminescent pearl....Oh how I raved!
Radiated in the hot noon of June's sun
Aphrodite was relaxing on her pearly bed
While her moony beams were radiating with Diana's chastity
This hardened rounded tear of joy for my daughter on her wedding
A luminiscent pearl to be broached on her heaving bosom as she took her vows!
June 5, 2016
For Nette Onclaud
Visual -3
*Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and pleasure
*Diana is the goddess of chastity
Categories:
broached, allusion, beautiful, daughter, marriage,
Form: Free verse
I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.
His murmurous mumblings I could not hear,
though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice.
I knew instinctively there was much to fear.
In the surreal moment I had to make a choice.
When he woke on that cloudy thundering morn
I broached the problem that he could not defend.
His gorgeous green eyes were infused with scorn
and I cried knowing we'd reached the bitter end.
~ ~ ~
I heard he keeps pretending everything is just fine
but I know his life is still ruled by the raging winds.
His dazzling smile is a façade that does not shine
when he looks in a mirror, for he sees his own sins.
If my dream had not become so frightening and vivid
my vision may not have found a way to make me see
the Mr. Hyde he becomes when his temper turns livid.
His next innocent victim could have possibly been me.
__________________________________________
4/24/16 MR's More Than the Eye can See Contest
Categories:
broached, dark, dream, fear,
Form: Rhyme
The windows have a dark blue cast outside
Except for where the candle lights the stage
Where the gore that flows within the dark house
Evil signs the home that bears its old age
Jack-o-lanterns are lit on the doorstep
Trying to invite the unsuspecting
Leery are many that walk past this house
For the darkness seems to go engulfing
The moon slashes the sky with awesome grace
Lighting the dirt path for any approach
The dark house looks inviting in some ways
The flickering candle stays as it’s broached
No matter the lure I will never go
I’ll never enter the house of the dead
If you listen you can hear them laughing
And it won’t just be what is in your head
Russell Sivey
Categories:
broached, halloween,
Form: Quatrain
DARK KISS
His reservoir of confidence was dry
Her lingering kiss had tasted darker than her eye
In unbelief he sought the mystic moon now full--
Bereft he broached the ancient quadrivial
Clutching tight his mother’s smooth ligure
Canting low the precious periscope --with heart pure
He fought the spread of blackness in his soul.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
7/24/2013
Categories:
broached, betrayal, evil,
Form: Couplet
For years preachers have ranted and raved to control the activities of hookers!
Well, I'm proposin' that the guv-mint control the sale and use of pressure cookers!
We've seen the havoc these lethal weapons wreaked upon Olde Boston Towne.
Congress should act, now that the furor over gun control is settlin' down!
There should be background checks on little old ladies who have a yen for one,
And there should be a waitin' period to buy one just as there is for a gun!
Even though they may be designed to hold twelve quarts when locked and loaded,
Congress should limit capacity to six quarts so as not to be accidentally exploded!
I'm really concerned that I broached this urgent matter, upon serious reflection.
I fear some politico might read this and make it an issue to help in his reelection!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
broached, humorous,
Form: Couplet
I pray the courage to speak aloud
And wish my heart to be not proud
Daydreams intrude on my every thought
Anxiety builds, my mind is fraught
My heart speaks volumes, mouth is mute
Thoughts are rich, actions dilute
Admired from afar but never approached
Will my love for you ever be broached?
Categories:
broached, hope, love, heart, heart,
Form: Couplet
They were happily wed for fifty years but a dilemma that nettled,
Was their differing political views that they never, ever settled!
Every time a local, state or national election cycle approached,
The squabble began as the virtues of their candidates were broached!
The donkey was the symbol of the party espoused by Ma.
The elephant was the emblem of the party championed by Pa.
They agreed on how to raise the kids and on matters of religion,
But to agree on political affairs - nary one little smidgen!
Their eternal battle even raged beyond the hallowed grave,
As on separate stones these telling epitaphs they did engrave:
"Here a Democrat lies - A lovely wife with the wrong party ties!"
"Here a Republican lies - A loving spouse but politically unwise!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
©All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Election Humor" Contest - November 2010
Categories:
broached, funny, politicalpolitical,
Form: Rhyme
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