the maiden walked into the center of future city holding a shield
protected by ancestors, spirit guides and archangel Michael
the bullets ceased for the first time in twenty-six hours
the city was still
both armies were watching
she was a sorceress of some type
whose side was she on?
both generals waited, wanting to claim her
she held the shield up to show her strength
lightning bolts flashed out toward the center of the city
Was she a devil or an angel?
The generals waited, not wanting to displease the gods
Diane, goddess of the hunt, one thought.
A mystical, magical queen thought the other.
message of ceasefire was received in both their minds that day
One maiden had ended the war.
How then shall I show love for our sisterhood?
Our mother’s baby birthed on this joyous day
A festive time with wishes ‘happy’ and good
No balloon filled room, cake, gifts on display
Belief systems stand first it’s well understood
So, in all due respect and come what may
Just poetry for YOU showing how I care
Without words which may displease God, I share
Without salutary words which may offend
In toughest of times with me you’ve always been
Soulful eyes I’d run to, my hurt you’d suspend
One hundred, forty four thousand for heaven
My selfless sister shall be one in the end
Devotion has earned a palatial inn
Forever dwelling on a pure restored earth
A poem for you this day mother gave birth
That cold sparkle of despicable antipathy,
which never waned and was held inside secretly,
didn't start any true affection or desire in me:
on death's final breath it'll agonize me!
Turning somewhere else is seeking vengeance,
from somebody so embolden by anger and apathy;
being unkind is showing the falsity of pretense:
cling to me and spare yourself more days of agony!
Compassion is another form of unpretentious sympathy,
it must be felt adequately to be convincing and genuine;
no comfort is offered, only shallow words that swiftly dwine:
their echo is louder than a thunder rattling any gloomy sky!
Turning somewhere else to find a plausible answer
won't alleviate the anxiety built by a tragic outcome;
come to the senses, knock down the wall of lonely prisoner:
behind it stands the road to freedom, don't be too fearsome!
It's either deranged madness or unwillingness to appease
an imploration suffocated by tears so mercilessly unheeded;
no arms are open, no ears listen to anyone who's wrecked and afraid:
will human mercy be shown when the tides turn and events displease?
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
My strung-out limbs grow like plants
Head in the clouds, toes with the ants
Branches sprout, leaves strewn about,
Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants
My eyes swirl like big lollipops
Cogs and wheels, they just won’t stop
Sugar melts, candy belts
Now I’m full of air like a cold can of pop
My propeller spins on my funny hat
I float away, to never come back
Heavy body, I fall out of the sky
Now I’m on the ground and I just want to cry
My skinned knees bleed through my jeans
Drawing eyes, I only displease
I stumble not walk, I struggle to talk
Now I’m nothing more than a can of dead fleas
You swing onto the ramp of anticipation
then sputter and stall, deceleration
March, thy name is frustration
Your southern breezes arise and tease
‘til night plunges the ground in deep-freeze
March, your late frosts displease
Your rains help the leaves start to bud
then your snows turn frail flowers to duds
March, your name I spell M-U-D
I remain a stranger
to my husband’s kin
it’s strange I miss their stranger’s skin
but bring taboo to skin they’re in
if words I speak upon their name
I hide my words
in fear of harm
displease the trees who delivered man
and breezed them on a wind to farm
the land trees put aside for them
in my hands, a harp I made
bear and eagle, age they gave
a single reed cut from a blade
shamanic lines taught me to play
so free was I in what I say
so put to lips and plucked with breath
my voice through brass
at times bamboo
you will find it placed in my burial
alongside my husband and his voice too
We can't expect to agree
nor should we expect to disagree
on everything
We can't expect to please
nor should we expect to displease
everyone, all the time
We can't expect to win
nor should we expect to lose
every game we play
Be we ought to demand of a man
~ Squeeze every last drop
right into the can
Happy eyes do not need the sun
For they, like yours, have a light of their own –
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I can’t look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion –
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes –
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But don't forget that they’re mine to own –
Mine to write of with jealousy;
Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.
How many words have gone by unwritten
thoughts sacrificed to summer's gentle breeze
whispers of mind slipping in unbidden
Often times happy with a playful tease
But others nudging a painful displease.
A note we meant to write, a card unsent
another birthday we somehow forgot
words of poetry, so clear our intent
lost in sunlight's laughter, as is his plot,
gaily gathering words we had once sought.
If we could capture those moments that pass
Write them in a small book we could carry
Think of the momentous times we'd amass
memories to pages we would marry,
and, unwritten words could perhaps tarry.
April 15, 2023
For "Writing Challenge--U Words Contest"
by Constance La France
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At last spring is coming—Achoo!--
with songbirds and skies of clear blue.
My nose will be dripping
and meds I’ll be sipping
while lovely blooms burst into view.
Though allergies briefly displease
my joy won’t be quelled by a sneeze.
My eyes will be bleary,
red, itchy, and teary;
but bring on those fun springtime sprees!
February 17, 2022
entered in the Spring in Air Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
It's much easier to displease than to please everyone never try
Good Morning Lord, thank You for this day.
Let me spend this day with You, at work and e'en at play.
Be my close companion Lord, and not just for today,
But keep Thee close beside me that I won't lose my way.
I am weak and often find I'm tempted Lord to stray;
To do things that displease You and make You turn away.
I don't wish to be embarrassed whene'er You look at me.
Cleanse me Lord of sin and shame that I may be set free;
Free from anger, hate and lust, from greed and jealousy,
That I will be found pleasing whene'er You look at me.
Remove from deep within my heart the fear residing there,
That I may walk with head held high and never have a care;
For You, My Lord, are judge of all and You know me far better,
Than anyone can know me Lord, t'was You who cut my fetters.
Now let Your angel guard me and guide me straight to You,
And let the trail I leave behind to be found straight and true.
I wish to be Thy servant, I wish to serve none other.
Show me how to do this best and help me teach my brothers.
He's the King of the goblins and should you displease
He'll pickle your eyebrows and eat them with cheese
Or cut you to pieces then boil your head
And mop up the gravy with slices of bread
But should you avoid this nobles displeasure
He will show you his strong room with all its fine treasure
Then returning above from the dark dungeons gloom
To the marble clad walls of the stately throne room
He will smile to his courtiers and wink with one eye
And you know deep inside that you're certain to die
For no one's allowed to return and proclaim
The things that go on in the goblin kings name
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