her heart hangs in halves
hollowed and hinged upon hooks
his halo now horns
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hardened by hatred -
she hilts the mangled hooked husk -
the hunted now hunts -
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hymns of hope fill her
hues of horizons past heal
her nipped wings now whole
Categories:
hilts, heart,
Form: Senryu
Bagpipes conveying the delight
Of a country filled with insight
Swinging their kilts in accord
With their song of joy, so adored
They color the world in green
Appreciating the good queen
Awakening a world to glean
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Gaelic poetry and prose will sigh
Through the echoes of a blue sky
That reminisce with kilts so bright
Laughter harmonizing despite
The blessed stanzas and rhymes
Poems alive with a joyful times
That focuses on more than crimes
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The Scotsman has reported the fact
That we shouldn’t ever overreact
We should keep remembering the past
History and the mystery so steadfast
Lives that knew blessings to the hilts
And hearts that liked wearing kilts
Certainly never feeling swell of guilts
Scotland One Rule Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
March 2, 2021
Categories:
hilts, appreciation, blessing, community, history,
Form: Rhyme
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Categories:
hilts, age, allegory, allusion, betrayal,
Form: Elegy
brash …
you are
my petite paramour
the 'alternative' thang goin’ on
dyed, purple-red hair
perfectly-placed piercings and tats
(just enough to tantalize)
though nothing could befuddle the
exquisite frame you fill
the plump, darkened lips, like
juicy blackberries
coal-core Emerald eyes dancing above
do you really think
your knife so keen and cold?
I have felt the hilts of many broader blades
jagged-edged phrases that
were thrust far deeper than your
weak "goodbye"
and with considerably more forceful intent
but please
feel free to do your absolute damnedest
I know it's important to you
we've waltzed in
these roles before, you and I
you've worn this defiant skin with regularity
and I will allow you your venom, spattered
but before you pull the
knife from my dastardly pliable flesh
do not fail to finish the deed
and twist it, hard
I want to FEEL it this time
and lay in the warm blood of our passion
as you …
leave.
Categories:
hilts, analogy, break up, dark,
Form: Free verse
Embrace me
When the world forgets
When the clouds drift by, unnoticed
Embrace me
Like the gentle breeze raging on
A starlit, night sky, an illusion
passing me by untethered
Embrace me while you can
While the sun rises and sets
While roses shed their skin
Above the eyeless shores withered
Grab strong, unto the torn hilts
They stride right by me blind
Hold firm while you still can
There is no telling where we set land
Before the rain dries
Until we lay restless
While you can
While you still can, embrace me
Categories:
hilts, appreciation, autumn, beautiful, love,
Form: Free verse
At the bend of the road
A variant lizard basking
Approaching a golden mask
Created by the galloping sun.
The scenic valley cut in two
By bulldozers and their men
Where hills learned to smoke
The mounds of dug out of earth.
Thousands of vehicle pass
Marring all beauty with
Pollution and the jarring music
Of the merry mechanics tilts
Through which noisy humanity hilts.
At the bend of the road
A lizard basking
And is not very impressed
With grandeur of constructions
Or the works of the missioned men.
Categories:
hilts, allegory
Form: I do not know?
((Sequel to 'Battle'))
Silence.
Men marched, out of step
Away from the rising sun that cast the sodden ground
In shades of blood.
Heavy, blistered feet
Clad in boots of worn and faded leather,
Carried them back to a desolate camp.
There were no words.
Dried streams of tears
Cut through the grime of sweat and blood
That covered every warrior’s face.
Sore and dirty hands beneath marred gauntlets
Still gripped the hilts of bloodied blades.
Dented metal armor sat atop
Hunched and weary shoulders.
Dull, bloodshot eyes were unfocused
Down on the trodden earth beneath.
Wounds were left forgotten on bruised skins,
Gaining only the seldom grimace and endured.
Scars would forever remind them
Of what had transpired,
The pain running deeper than flesh.
It had been a long, cold night
But these victors moved towards an even darker day.
Categories:
hilts, death, history, war
Form: Free verse
Time stands still for the cooler king,
Hey, Hilts, throw the baseball and
Don't sweat a thing;
Listen up close and the bell will ring
And the cons in their cradles will swing and swing.
The jailyard blues rap a hollow sound
And the future may lie in a
Hole in the ground;
Some fools like to think they're homeward bound,
But revolving doors spin around and around.
And the Devil he knows a thing or two
About sinners and souls and
Fixing a Jew;
But what the hell can an inmate do,
Stuck behind bars in a human zoo?
Cabbages, kings and gaoler keys,
Kicking back in the yard and just
Shooting the breeze;
Crawling the concrete and cracking some fleas,
Crime is the cure and I'm the disease.
Woke up this morning and misplaced my name,
But my friend on the outside still
Harbours the flame;
And it burns with a vengeance nobody can tame,
The girl thinks the world, ain't it always the same?
Categories:
hilts, life, people, social, visionary,
Form: Verse