Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale the soul it'll violate
Romeo n Juliet had pure love, pure ecstasy
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
Samson’s lust, Delilah’s betrayal bribed from jealousy
Secrets unfurled delayed, poison secures not heaven’s gate
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale, the soul it'll violate
Categories:
finales, analogy, death, love,
Form: Triolet
Someday I shall fly higher than the eagle
Soar to the top of these majestic hills,
I shall breathe free and feel, oh, so regal
The sky, my kingdom, with rapture fills.
Soar to the top of these majestic hills
Where pines towering above green valleys
The sky, my kingdom, with rapture fills,
I shall reap applause with grand finales.
Where pines towering above the valleys
Reaching for the vast heavens far beyond,
I shall reap applause from grand finales
With a carefree abandon nature spawned.
Reaching for the vast heavens far beyond
I rise higher into a promising atmosphere
With a carefree abandon nature spawned,
At last, learning my reason for being here.
I rise higher into a promising atmosphere
I shall breathe free and feel, oh, so regal,
At last, learning my reason for being here
Someday I shall fly higher than the eagle.
Written August 29, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Marathon Lap 14" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
finales, adventure, future, hope, how
Form: Pantoum
When I was seventh-grade in school
It was my childhood paradise dream
To be a chess champion in the campus
To be the best, you have to beat the best.
Every year I participate in sport events
Everyone will have a replaceable moment
Srujan is the only one who always beat me
To be the best, he won four consecutive years
For the first time, I lost in the semifinal
The next three years, I lost in the finales
Losing always hurts me the most, and
This will be my last chance after two years gap
In my era of school out of hundreds of students
My friend Srujan and I have always been the best
But now it's different I have to prove myself in college
Enough is enough; I need a striking victory.
Categories:
finales, anxiety, class, games, race,
Form: Free verse
Para que
Para que sean los versos
si no es para
para ese día
con ese triste crepúsculo!
Para que sean los versos
si no para el día de la nostalgia
donde el corazón batido
¿está listo para morir?
Para que sean los versos
si no es
como una trinchera
en defensa del caos
y de las pesadillas
de la miseria miserable
y el miserable miserable
de las ausencias cortas
y los finales ...
Para que
Para que são os versos
se não for para
para esse dia
com esse triste crepúsculo!
Para que são os versos
se não para o dia da nostalgia
onde o coração batido
está pronto para morrer?
Para que são os versos
se não for
como uma trincheira
em defesa do caos
e dos pesadelos
da miséria miserável
e o próprio miserável
das ausências curtas
e os finais...
Categories:
finales, business,
Form: Free verse
Life by its' own nature
Can bring a myriad of disasters
Unpredictable, unfathomable, devastating
Whispers of confusion in dark corners
Murmurs of disbelief in the hallways
The silence of a crowded room
A cancer, an accident, a mere mishap
All within the realm of possibility
But you, my friend, my lover
Did that which is not fathomable
Of all of the tragedies that could have befallen you
Never would I have imagined you would end your life
You ended your life after a pointless fight
Leaving me forever with the consequences of my own humanity
Nature herself was floored that day
For of all her unending realities
Of all her unreal finales
Your decision was not one of a natural life
Categories:
finales, absence, anger, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
Categories:
finales, anger, conflict, death, depression,
Form: Didactic
Surfing, morphing
Through amorous tidal waves
Thou Babylonian scoundrels
Poisoned, ordained
By the blues-begging rasps
Smelting Earth
Caching together as one
By force and virtue
Yielding life's battalions
Seeking solace, fame or gentle ears
What captures me most
About this glazed nuthouse
Riffs and thieves
Throwing down as NYC
The brackish drama
The ink-still-wet climax
Each protagonist
Twitching, bleeding
Their calligraphy carved from
Medieval, spiteful bent
Their tragedies, comedies
Levitating into series finales
Bubbling, screaming
The concrete-clicking pounce
Propelled by the fear of instant death
Each a Willie
Scribes scratching, staggering
Desperate for terminal legacy
Actors drowning, emitting spasms
Powered by flames and sunshine
You don't get here by mistake
Unless leaving is the answer
The acts, verses and curses
Vary by the levels of lunacy
You're willing to consume
So bark and hark
Who goes there
The parade inside you looms
As the audience
Hush, attentive, sardonic
Mouths gaping
Tongues wagging
To taste your wasted drop.
(10/13/16)
Categories:
finales, allusion, appreciation, character, crazy,
Form: Free verse
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bass man Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always thrill the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to rock you,
born to boogie! born to sing!
Categories:
finales, tribute,
Form: Verse
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bassman Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always rock the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to 'rock you,'
born to boogie! born to sing!
Categories:
finales, music,
Form: Verse
Changing my mind once again.
I know this is the best I've seen
or can remember way back when.
Questioning what's locked.
I've lost the key but found another conclusion in which I couldn't agree.
Putting faith in something unknown.
Whispers so hollow
that they chilled to the bone.
As a requirement of belief is needed sooner than now.
I'm ducking my head.
taking the finales last bow.
Categories:
finales, desire,
Form: Lyric
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bassman Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always rock the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to 'rock you,'
born to boogie! ...born to sing!
Categories:
finales, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Später März / Late March / Finales de marzo
Jetzt im späten März
Endlich der ersehnte Frühling
Mit bunten Blüten
Doch plötzlich neuer Schneefall
Kalter Wind aus den Bergen
Now in late March
At last the longed for spring
With colorful flowers
But suddenly new snowfall
And cold wind from the mountains
Finales de marzo
Desiada primavera
Flores coloridas
Pero luego nevada
Viento frío de montañas
Categories:
finales, seasons
Form: Tanka
Within the Hotel, all were at rest,
All except one, one lady guest.
This lady asleep, swiftly awoken,
by something unique, her slumber was broken.
The lady sat up and guess what she saw?
'Twas a band set of ghosts, fiddlers four!
Yet as they played on, no tune was endured,
No glide of the bow or pluck of a chord.
What was this terror, deep in her room?
Was it a sign or some omen of doom?
Infact it was neither malice nor gloom,
Just four that were free, free from their tomb.
This was too much, she started to shake,
At figures transparent, but darkly opaque.
Unfazed by her freaking, this devilish throng,
Proceeded to play, enslaved by their song.
To those in their grave, the sombre is merry,
The requiem is gay, the dirge is contrary.
Just plucking away with a smile on their face,
Oblivious to time, done with that chase.
Finales performed, they hence disappear,
Finished they are until the next year.
But soon they'll be back, same as before,
To play once again, those fiddlers four.
Categories:
finales, imagination
Form: Rhyme Royal
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bassman Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always rock the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to 'rock you,'
born to boogie! ...born to sing!
Categories:
finales, dedication
Form: Verse
Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
Categories:
finales, anniversary, family, children, mystery,
Form: Free verse
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