Hereto Poems

Who Am I

I being threatened to smile
But why you been telling me to cry
The thing that keeps me guessing is why
Not to keep the one who’s sly
At least he knows how to reply
Because world is a cruel piece to cry
The man, woman and all thereby
Are meant to hurt you and will try
They complement to make you weep and hype 
Until you become the coldest one to fight
They tell you then to be the life
Of someone who doesn’t mind
But they keep pushing you to the side
To let you down in the grey and white
It is now your struggle to bring it right
Of what’s inside your head and thrice
Call your inner one to spikes
And tell them you are here to thrive
And show them this is WHO AM I

Building a Friendship First

Blossoming romance
Amorously so
Consumes daily thoughts
Visions manifest
Your luscious lips tempt
Perhaps kiss or two
Eagerly texting
Device ways and means
For assignation 
Exploring our minds
In carnal desires
To arouse senses
Crossing boundaries
Once hereto unknown
So let us step back
To our comfort zone 
Have light hearted fun
Building a friendship 
A brick at a time



Anacreontic Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One

4/11/21

A Through Z On Fire

Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting 
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas 
Joyfully and joyously justifying
Kibitzing kindnesses of kith and kin
Labelling luxurious languages, lumping them as lovely.
Manifesting monstrous maniacal mystical miracles
Needing Nirvana and Never-never-land nuisances
Opposed to outrageous ornateness and ordinariness.
Persecuting prideful pompousness and prissiness.
Respectfully receiving responsible rectifiable residents
Such serious succulent sensuous senatorial secrets!
Truth touching tremendous thunderous tentacles
Understating understandably undeniable underlying unity
Verifying villainous vexing vindicators 
Willfully wishing willy-nilly wispy ways will work wonders
‘Xpecting ‘xceptionally ‘xperimental ‘xperts
Yoking the young and youthful,
Zippy zealots showing zany zesty zealous ways.

A Rattling Rhyme

I fell head over heels loving you, 
and you now say to me we are through! 
How can you be so cruel, make me blue,
after all our great times, you construe
to be free, and this choice now pursue?

Just so quick, no review to undo
what you say are bad things done to you,
and no chance to amend in my view
any change that will work to renew
how you feel about me, work it through.

But now wait, looking back, it's adieu!
You're not worth my good heart, so hereto
we are done! Without me, you'll unglue
when a new love of life I ensue.
No more head over heels loving you!


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: A Rattling Rhyme
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 08/28/2018
  Fiction for Contest

On Tranquil Lake

In the morning fog, nostalgia hovers
On a lake of perfumy memories
Bittersweet musings of bygone lovers
Amidst waterlily territories
Recollecting lovesome dreamy stories

Subtle hush slicing on through waters still
Receptive hereto a beckoning trill
Distant recall of lingering romance
Balmy breeze stirring the heart as it will
A fleeting kiss of passing circumstance



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 3, 2018 for CONTEST NO. 475 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

and November 9, 2017 for contest EMPTY YOUR SOUL sponsored by BROKEN WINGS

Hellgate Treaty

ike the Montana wind I am electrify wind among a carrier

Set one free heat of night glory of a town broken through a 

Solid wood of

TONIGHT 

Pressure there is none hope last the heat among village run

Include not delude a capture of a vision hereto to brilliant

It like eyes that shine after so long the glory venture the lights

EYES 

That bright meant for distance what do eyes tell of a journey

I ask the old man he speak not tone but fling of cane

Hill hill it went want more then answer

Then the pounding of the house

And when he left the cane the winds 

BLEW 

And I took from mean a test had from


I might not be full blood

But thousand mile march I can see the strive

HOWL!

Tonight Eyes Blew Howl 

What was the clue.

Ledger

Hereto while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of ages,
nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a wisp of pity
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of compassion
on this saint/sinner's face.
 
I'm not meant to meet my maker
till I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.

then will I be granted access,
pity, grace, compassion mixed,
I won't need exoneration,
all my feats and foibles fixed.

Ledger

Hereto while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of ages,
nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a wisp of pity
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of compassion
on this saint/sinner's face.
 
I'm not meant to meet my maker
till I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.

then will I be granted access,
pity, grace, compassion mixed,
I won't need exoneration,
all my feats and foibles fixed.

Ledger

Hereto while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of ages,
nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a wisp of pity
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of compassion
on this saint/sinner's face.
 
I'm not meant to meet my maker
till I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.

then will I be granted access,
pity, grace, compassion mixed,
I won't need exoneration,
all my feats and foibles fixed.

A Christmas Eve Perspective

Tis the eve of another Christmas day
A sacred time for Christian’s world wide
Looking past the glitter that would blind us
we seek to remind ourselves of the true purpose
of this sacred time as we pray for peace

In a world that is trembling from the ugliness
practiced by those that prefer evil over good
we look inward for the strength to continue
the battle that those that advocate love over
hate continue to wage not only at Christmas
but throughout the entire year.

It has been said that God is not a Christian
nor a Jew nor a Muslim nor any of the other
hundreds of religions or sects that believe in 
a higher power. God is the love that beats
within the hearts of those men and women
that would share their last piece of bread
with a stranger that hungers.

Be you a believer or a non-believer matters not
If you cherish your fellow man, regardless of
his many flaws, the love that blooms in your heart
is of a higher power that transcends all religions
that hereto and hereafter may be known to mankind

© Charles Hampton Gragg, December 24, 2015

Ledger

Hereto while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of ages,
nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a wisp of pity
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of compassion
on this saint/sinner's face.
 
I'm not meant to meet my maker
till I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.

then will I be granted access,
pity, grace, compassion mixed,
I won't need exoneration,
all my feats and foibles fixed.

Nervosa

-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-


Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith in blisters and burning streams

Shameful saunters in billowing blight
Hereto haunters with pillowing plight

Weep and wither betwixt a bawling bloom
Seep shall deliver amidst a falling fume

Expel and deliver for the morning's bright
Swell and shiver for the swarming's night

-

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Ledger

Hereto, while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of time
'til nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a trace of mischief
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of confusion
on this saint/sinner's face.

I'm not meant to meet my Maker
'til I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.

I will need exoneration,
all my mischief set to rest,  
then will I be granted access,
take my place among the blessed.

Ledger

Hereto, as my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of time
'til nothing but a gasp remains.

There abides a wisp of evil
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of confusion
on this saint/sinner's face.

I'm not meant to meet my Maker
'til I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to Your liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and You. 

then will I be granted access,
evil, grace, confusion mixed,
I will need exoneration,
all my faults and foibles fixed.

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