you get
i stay put
you exhausted
and i have energy
back into water
the land
gave me, defend
no war
less waters
more oceans, charts
sights, and steering
steering from within land
ho
another bleak outlook
and my pen and internal
ability, become, unfold
distant danger on both headings
get us there, not home
and they are gone, never coming back
and i am them, and you are not
taking you to them, and i am not where
where i should be?
steering into the wars, of want
of want i am unfamiliar
and to provide description
i am without contempt
response is craze
death, inner depth's casual, take
the taking of homes, before
before another work
another chart
somber dayling, i will drag you over
over dragging, somber ending
i remove you
describing the me
ending them
Categories:
headings, abortion, america, anger, anniversary,
Form: Free verse
I was tempted by angels of Addiction
and the devil of Alien affection. My
dying wish, a dirty martini enema
to scour my sanguine soul and write
poetry to suit my heralding headings.
Leave your dreary dungeon self behind
No pain for time served.
No time for pain served.
Love is all around
Categories:
headings, abuse, addiction, analogy, conflict,
Form: Free verse
we are not the one opposed to strange love,
we live in a world of same sex weddings,
but a fish eagle’s romance with a dove,
would be a thing of tabloid news headings!
What about park bench with frog and a snake?
cuddling like teens with lips locked in a kiss?
you would perhaps say it is a mistake,
potential meal in romance with a hiss!
If animal kingdom adapted our rules,
You may see a fox in date with rabbit,
or mares trying to impress handsome mules,
or a zebra and lion co-habit!
would be politically incorrect,
to even denounce cross species romance,
species will emerge that will look suspect,
you can’t identity with single glance!
It is hard to say what lies in future,
for now animals follow the gene code,
so please let it be, not tutor nature,
or else a cobra may look like a toad!
Written 26/11/2020
to oppose human experiments at creating creatures that nature did not plan to create, causing much hardship to them in the name of science!
Categories:
headings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The Author
God is re-writing the text of my life,
Since receiving Christ and salvation,
He has made me a brand new creation,
By the process of regeneration.
He’s blotted out all my transgressions,
And the pages have been rearranged,
For headings and chapters are altered,
As my life has dramatically changed.
Oh, how different my book will read,
Than the one it was going to be;
I’m heading in a different direction,
Since by grace I am saved and set free.
The book of my life still goes on,
I am blessed from heaven above,
Though the need to edit continues,
God holds the pen by His love.
Looking to Jesus the Author of faith,
He will complete the work begun,
Writing my name in His book of life,
May He say in the end, “Well done.”
Categories:
headings, christian,
Form: Rhyme
My big mistake was marrying too young.
At twenty, I had so much more to learn.
So many other songs I could have sung;
so many pathways. Which way, though, to turn?
My marriage was not easy, and its start
was far from any bliss I'd dreamed about.
I'd followed strangely neither head nor heart,
and half my life would find me with some doubt.
But I am faithful to the very end.
Two children came and went; they're doing well.
I treasure poetry and each sweet friend.
Could things have turned out better? I can't tell,
for what if I'd wed someone I'd perceived
to be a prince but later been deceived?
For the Biggest Mistake contest of Laura Loo
Written July 1, 2016
*For meter's sake I used Big instead of Biggest, but I'd wish the true title to have a question mark, which is not able to be used in our title headings, just for the fact that I don't feel one can ever really know if something was one's biggest mistake without having tried a much different path!
Categories:
headings, marriage,
Form: Sonnet
Why is the world at war with one another?
Billions spent on defences,nuclear arms,
put at the fore front,when starving millions scrape.
Terrorists hell bent on masacres. Hatred for each other, I cannot decipher.
Because of religion? wealth? or just egotistical power?
It seems as though war, which brings these days personal propaganda,
be headings etc.. is to the limits.
On a smaller scale the wars on the streets,gangs seeking territory.
For this a respect and cash gain,heading for jail or to the morgue.
World peace can never be had, as much as I`d like nothing more.
Knowing my children, grand children and so forth gauranteed a safe pass.
Categories:
headings, caregiving, war,
Form: Free verse
Miracle Of The Virgins
Some terrorists are silly and depraved
They are promised 40 virgins when they die
If they strap a bomb or two around their waste
Or behead the enemy as they cry
But I don’t know
I've been around the block a couple of times
There are girls of virtue somewhere
But never in my travels did I find, 40 at a time
Well, maybe in the womb
And that’s assuming they’re inclined
To do it with these dirty filthy heathen killing things
Terrorists have sex with deceased camels
They don’t wash their hands after be-headings either
I hate to say bad things about the enemy
But I’m afraid they really and truly stink
Many chopping blocks are out there
It is easy to lose your head and not return
Yesterday was not the day that I was born
And there is something to be learned
Whoever is offering virgins by the dozens
Might as well offer flying unicorns with their cousins
The miracle of the virgins is exactly that
You are lucky to find one or two still living in the womb
And perhaps a couple residing on the moon
Categories:
headings, absence, abuse, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Oh Kijiji, I love you so
Your headings make me smile
Cold winter nights with you are warm
As my purchases compile
A game, a movie, a bicycle
A vehicle and gloves
In a brand new mirror, I see the tears
Because I'm weeping from your love
A book or two for moments
When I'm not with you online
Nah I'm only kidding
I wouldn't read during our time
We'll spend the night together
And you'll be all that Ebay's not
I don't mean to be too forward
But kijiji, you are hot!
(c) Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Categories:
headings, beautiful, business, devotion, i
Form: Rhyme
It was a winter night so cold,
Fog and mist made it difficult to behold.
Hardly there was anyone to talk,
At a distance I saw a policeman on walk.
With a little swagger, Stomach full of beer,
He was blinded by his vigor I swear.
At a corner there lay a beggar,
Shivering and throbbing with piercing air,
Cop came near, who was
Demented by the churning beer.
For the sake of his ostentatious power,
He got hold of the beggar’s collar.
He gave him mighty blows,
From chin, chest, stomach to toe.
Suddenly from his starved body,
Blood began to flow.
His sniveling cry
Ventilated my pavid mind.
Help! Help! I cried,
But my eyes were dry.
Either it was very cold,
Or my desires were not that bold.
With a deep sigh and chest held tight,
His departed soul took a long flight.
I was still standing there,
Cursing beggar’s fate.
I gathered my courage,
But it was too late.
Next morning,
Local newspapers were flooded
With headings of various types;
“One more gave up to cold”
“Freezing cold, one more dead”
“What is government doing?”
But the last one
Shook me within,
What was I doing?
In that cold winter night.
Categories:
headings, social, winter, winter,
Form: Free verse
Majesty, royalty
such dignity, a rarity
Oh Purple,
the color of
the sun, the moon, the stars
the fields, the granaries, the ponds,
the vast kitchen, the nanny, granola bars
[all under prune-tinted glasses of course]
Wine, oh how fine!
Denatured alcohol, I lie supine!
Yahoo messenger headings, nails, telephones
the inside of my ear, candy, colognes!
Oh Purple,
How I love you to death.
But how often do I revert to gloom,
for all these things, are beyond my credit debt
'tis the color of doom,
rich in meaning and hue.
the color of my room.
a brooding cross between red and blue.
Categories:
headings, depression, i love you,
Form: Free verse
Watching the leader through my destroyer’s, Big Eyes
Waiting for signal to execute maneuver
The flashing light comes. “Execute!” my talker cries.
The bridge responds, slowing speed and shifting course
Twenty ships simultaneously make course east
As headings steady, I await the next command
The formation’s wakes clawing the sea like a beast
Another light, I shout the leader’s next demand
These types of close maneuverings, are tricky things
One wrong signal could result in a collision
I rub my eyes, below the engine order rings
Another signal and we dance in precision
Maintaining the columns, we plow, south, south east
All anticipating our next liberty feast
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Author notes
Another in my Sailor Sonnet Series.
Categories:
headings, adventure, life, , cute,
Form: Sonnet
Hope springs eternal in the land of the open mind and heart
Steadfast they move towards that which never left their sight
Yet those who have lost faith in their fellow travellers
Will never see the beauty of stars hiding behind the darkness of night.
Or how they glow in streams of silver moonlight
Basking in their own piece of heaven
Painting pictures of unimaginable places
Places unsullied by course hands and insipid minds,
The back packers delight, their own personal unicorn,
A nautical point to which lifes’ compass beckons.
Forcing introspection, for the weary eyes of such travellers
And reconsideration of a once certain headings
Categories:
headings, faith, introspection, time,
Form: Free verse