I once had a friend named Kishore,
Who during sleep always did snore;
One day he went for camping,
He staged his feat while sleeping,
Eversince, friends called him a bore.
Cobalt clouds lie heavy laden
Clear sun's light peeks through gray
Crows cawing says enjoy the time
Even on this rain drenched day
The barn swallows fly out to hunt
Their circles and swoops low
I hope their breakfast is delish
And in the sky God hangs a bow
The air is pleasant, damp and cool
There's an eerie stillness
Will there be thunderstorms today
A day filled with realness
It's so comfy out on the porch
A little break from the heat
This time needed for some real praise
Thank God, for awesome feat
In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw and without pause.
The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat,
Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone,
We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat,
In its sync with life yet distinctly our own.
We are scribes of midnight's whispered tales,
Our ink, the dreams that dance in smokey air,
Each line is a track on which our spirit sails,
A journey deep, beyond the skin, we dare.
So let us write, with passion as our guide,
Some beat poems, where truths cannot slide.
Then we'll take a carpet ride,
Sail across space standing side by side.
The Ball My Feat, .... The Snowflakes, Pound!
That Winter White Covered The Ground!
A Bouncing Speed, Of Skipps And Strides,
Till Spring Time's Green's
Along Beside!
And Now We're Rolling On That Spring Time's Beat!
We're Rolling, ... Like You Can't Believe!
About's The Springtime's Beat, Is What Our Leg's .... Now Bring!!
There's a guy I know that loots.
He often wears special boots:
Strong leathery ones he'd choose,
His feet in them starts to cruise
To break doors with non-helped feet!
Isn't that alone a feat?
Bruce should like to see rogues do that
"But feet later go flat!"
Means, then, looter can be caught:
From boot shop found straight to court
There are so many forms poetic
at which I am sadly pathetic
The Etheree don’t set me free
The Villanelle, this poet’s hell
The Cinquain is a royal pain
I find the Acrostic absurdly caustic
Blank verse a dull non rhyming curse
Haiku like hammering a screw
Italian Sonnets, Shakespeare in a bonnet
The Ode, what a load
A Senryu, let’s laugh at you
A Triolet, I lost that bet
And yet the gauntlet that they throw
Is one that I cannot forego
And where the words all come to meet
My keyboard stroke….delete, delete.
John G. Lawless
©2/7/2022
NO GREATER FEAT
No greater feat now, no conquest higher;
than to rescue thine heart to its own desire.
Must you be in such anguish, at my arrival?
I shall save thee now to a passion's revival.
Fear now no longer that I cannot see,
how your heart doth race at the mere sight of me.
Raise the stakes, wear the mask of transparency,
nothing shall avert my pursuit of thee.
For there will be no relent, nor will I retire,
until harnessing the love I can see, within thy hidden fire.
day was nices
some threw rice
the walk and talk
as jesus came from dust
it was hats
this and that
round and fat
dress so neat
jesus
EASTER FEAT
GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?
My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity
Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuck. So what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity
When my soles were first created
Mom and Dad did consummated
Tossed and turned out a head
Lost my bearings feet instead
After spank to make a cry
Inked and printed black feet dye
One small step for little baby
One giant leap for parent's maybe
After one two or three needle
All of a sudden I was bipedal
On my soles could not lose
Roll the dice need some shoes
Give me some that have three strips
To young now no worry the types
Later on when I spike
I'll be running with the Nike
School is done say hoot hoot
Off to work construction boot
Fancy ones for all those dates
And the ones that they call skates
Walked around in those slippers
Even walked in things called flippers
The only shoes I could not handle
Had to be the dreaded sandal
As a man with covered soles
Went through life achieving goals
Feet first baby I begun
Lucky me I could have none
Larry had a wart on the end of his nose
it was appalling and he saw that it grows.
He found a doc
who gave it thought.
Then slickly transplanted it to one of his toes.
Going home Billy got stung by a bee, " It hurts too much! "
His mom checked out his little hand full of sticky sugar,
but she didn't see anything on his skin soft and fair,
" You are okay! " She consoled him with a touch.
Getting close to home he saw a moaning man in his thirty;
he had uncombed hair, a long beard and thick red eyebrows,
" Mom, look the hungry rabbi is asking for money! "
He pointed out to that man with a grime-smeared face.
" No, Billy he's a poor guy with a dog to keep his safe! "
" Mom, he's wearing a dirty coat and hat! He's too ugly! "
And breaking away from her, he ran into the school cop;
" Where are you going, pal? Where's your mom, Billy? "
He pulled him to the curb, sipping from his coffee cup.
" The rabbi's clothes stink, he needs to take a bath! " He cried out.
" I see no rabbi sitting on the side walk, he's a beggar, kid! "
Thank God, he is! Can I give him some money to buy bread? "
The tall policeman nodded and Billy ran to give his money and heart.
Winnowed was the produce of my heart
And fortune favoured me upon that day.
For what remained was worthy of respect
And helped me rise above the fumes and fray.
The consciousness of good was well received
My soul and heart were like soaked bread in wine.
Although I did not doubt the creative word
To gain this mark of honour made it mine.
As being so prolific is a feat,
And work well done is cherished and admired
Then I shall rest and let my mind roam free
Replenishing again my inner fires.
The labourer is worthy of his hire.
The words will come to those who that desire.
The feat of life flows to a special beat
We each lend a hand composing the band
Tribal drums since it all begun
It can soothe you, groove you, power to really move you
Silly to think string holds everything
Purely just by chance this Universal dance
Such purity and grace, except the human race
Truly everything IS and has it's own place
What the past still holds or is yet to unfold
In this eternal moment of now, just not all at once somehow
On the multiple sides life's ride does hide
From three dimensional views until you breakthrough
Geometric cohesion creates these illusions
Can repulsion bind while gravity unwinds
The hardest questions answers are easy to find
Close all five sense, and open the mind.
And I love you so,
caught in a silver bow
in my cobwebbed mind
Searching for a way out,
spider webs of doubt
tie me painfully but kind…
Moonlight blazes
in your cold lovely gazes,
eyeing me with arachnid intent
Silence shatters
as a mild wind scatters
the shells of my body into the night
And I love you still,
not allowing to spill
my soul as we've joined into me
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