upon the Rase a troublesome crone
who meddled in the Rasen folk
for she a witch!
a witch! their slant and well
she laid upon a cow a cursied blight
a cursied spell
and lo would not this neighbour’s cow
go to the milking parlour so
this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair
to seek a wise man, she that hour
left in haste to hear of words
and met with him though quite by chance
for he appeared to her when needed
invited in somewhat expected
and knew did he of her unrest
as heating in the fireplace a red hot poker
readying
and stoked, enflamed the fire roared
and from by the Rase the witch was heard
to scream and cry
you see now in her weakened state
another troubled Rasener
took heed upon the lowered crone
and struck her hand with a blade had he
and brought to her all of her eves
that drew the blood of taintedness
and scream once more
then again made three
no more trouble will she cause
said the wiseman confidently
and the witch skulked away
her powers lost
made free were then the Rasen folk
and the cow went in to give them milk
Categories:
meddled, dark, fun, history, life,
Form: Rhyme
It’s been a while when I felt frozen on the ground
Hotchpotches of skills around, I touched them one by one
With overwhelming joy, l took them in one luggage
I hauled and under a stagnant lake, my inertia has engaged.
When a spark of discernment meddled right on time
I focused on one…so light, I float and I climb
I gained, grew and flourished smoothly in each priority
I ascent, pulling others li'l by li'l on a way across…flying freely.
Categories:
meddled, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
As a father I’ve failed
I should have been jailed
My kids are not happy
The blame’s on their pappy
I pushed them too hard
left them with scars
On the surface they’re fine
underneath they are cryin’
If I only could've seen
what the future would’ve been
I’d have taken my foot off the pedal
and never have meddled
I'd have left things to mom
to the one who was calm
Instead of asserting myself
I'd have watched from the shelf...
But now I’m old and at home
and nearly alone
My kids, out of touch
I miss them so much
Categories:
meddled, children, father, feelings, loneliness,
Form: Couplet
Who would relaxed smiles flash,
In a longish queue,
And not later think it a bit rash?
I tell you “a Discouraging Few”,
And am willing to stake good cash!
It had been an intolerance far from new,
Not just by The Brash,
By whom, at home, had left a waiting stew,
By the nobility, for example, Prince Nash,
But also by the scared that some guy in the queue,
Had meddled with some filthy trash,
And just caught flu!
Still, it’s a gross dislike for the exact moments,
Things are due,
Ahead of them vomiting the comments
Of persons whose forefathers had raised a hue,
Over claimed injustices that lacked a clue,
But into a wild rage still flew.
Categories:
meddled, character, cheer up, people,
Form: Rhyme
Players in the stadium
Patient as waiting soldiers
Seek stirring to signify
Attack artillery emboldened
Provisions are messages
Loaded with fresh opening
Responses rapidly fired
Lonely's ease encroaching
Place plus time is firmed
Balaclava covered burgler
Creeps comically around corners
Salivating, smiling, eager
Tally the touches, gripped tap
Slithered fingers, swimming fish
Sock threaded leeches reach thighs
Standard restraint abolished
Meddled with moods hang resplendent
Sexy ceremony elevates
Podium of passion captures
Camera's fleeting forever embrace
31st July
Third or First
Bronze Gold high
Categories:
meddled, cool, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Syria, my lovely
Asma al-Assad, the wife of the president in Syria
her crime is to be married to Bashir al- Assad.
Since the president of Syria is sitting pretty, they had to find a softer target hence his wife.
Hadn´t she defended the Syrian army, said they were brave
they must be after ten years of war?
Remove her British citizenship, and we shiver by the thought.
There was an insurrection, and it was crushed.
It could have stopped there if the west had not meddled and
American bombs terrorized the civilian population.
This endless war many Syrians fled, who can blame them?
NATO, too, got involved, this dangerous beast full of generals looking for a fight.
any action, as long it has a pre-fix, “democracy.”
Assad´s chemical attack on the civilian population, surely a war crime.
A Canadian reporter said it didn´t happen, it staged by the white helmets, and no one was reported dead.
The lady reporter had upset the narrative, was sent home in disgrace and now covers handball matches in Seven Rivers.
I Denmark they are sending the Syrians back they say it is safe, they will be safe if the west will stop interfering
Categories:
meddled, absence, anti bullying, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse
THE GRAVESITE LAMENT
Roy Mokoena
When the earth hath giveth us chance to breathe,
but death meddled in between and barricaded our journey. After birth we all rejoice and celebrate but when there is death, folks and friends suffer from sorrow, pain and grief. Alongside thy grave on the autumnal grass, I solemnly knelt thither, gazed my eyes towards the tomb, said a prayer for your resurrection. A swarm of butterflies fluttered in the breeze, the mockingbirds whistled their melancholic music-piece. Clouds banked, the
whole skies rumbled, rocks crumbled and stars crashed into the space. I cried out vehemently,
I was dying to share my love with you again, after the bible verse that you whispered in my ears,
I was resuscitated. You promised to take care of me, oh Lord my God, pain that made me sob my heart out was cured, all my distress was washed.
Categories:
meddled, autumn,
Form: Elegy
bounty beauty in my many broken places.
faulty connects in superfluity of nothingness.
they meddled,
fondled
and at first twas a cuddle
but now!
swords they blaze
even to my face!.
sharper than the razor of a blade,
I have loved flowers that fade
Categories:
meddled, betrayal,
Form: ABC
I have served in wars both domestic and abroad, many long days both strange and odd, but I cry out so loud to scream to God, Please give me a child, my life is good my wife is great, I knew she was the on from the very first date, but this should a perfect life make, Please give me a child, I was a bad little child, my momma said I meddled to much, but maybe I don't meddle enough, Please give me a child, there are greater things to pray for world peace and love, but I can put that into a little girl boy or all of the above, please send me a child, Pardon my appeal but Lord if you will I love it with all my will, Please send me a child.
Categories:
meddled, child,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left.
I’ve seen things...
Felt things...
I've needed things you couldn’t give.
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left-
and now, my love, I find it hard to live.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation.
I’ve done things…
Regretted things…
Meddled in things with a passionate temper.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation-
but your scented neck I shall always remember.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling.
I’ve created things…
Messed up things…
Mastered the art of solitude.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling-
and now the confinement I wore has continued.
I’ve seen things,
done things-
regretted things…
I’ve lost all my courage, my strength in fortitude-
as I’ve mastered the art of complete solitude.
December 5, 2016
Categories:
meddled, betrayal, loneliness,
Form: Verse
At ease
I have acknowledged your ambiance for quite some interval,
Going thru the ups and dejected of courtship with you.
But something that has dire you,
Just wretched my soul,
And now my coziness with you has been meddled.
I know I’m not a flawless soul,
Or even calm to get along with;
But I attempt my preeminent to make you pleased.
My heart pains like someone just treaded on it,
And didn’t caution about how I may feel afterwards.
I love you very profoundly,
And know that there nothing on this God green earth I wouldn’t do for you ‘
But I am confounded by your actions of the propaganda.
I hope in your core you dearly attempt to fix this agony of mine,
Or this stronghold of love we have,
May tumble.
I do love and care for you ;
But I am not at ease.
Categories:
meddled, beauty, betrayal, break up,
Form: Light Verse
Eighty Thousand Dollar Post
A former headmaster at a way preppy school
Was fired for age and he thought it cruel
So he sued and they settled
Said we’re sorry we meddled
Keep quiet about it the rule
No discloser they all did agree
In the terms of the settlement plea
If anyone squealed
The money’s repealed
And that was how it had to be
Now the daughter of he who had won
Was sent off to Europe for fun
But what she did next
Left the school quite perplexed
And back to the court on the run
She went on to Facebook to brag
Ignoring the court ordered gag
When she let it slip
What had paid for the trip
The school quickly threw a red flag
They might have ignored the short boast
Except for her words bottommost
The words they said struck it
When she said they could “suck it”
And with that the payoff was toast
The court said the settlement’s breached
The father when last he was reached
Said I lost eighty grand
Her Facebook’s been banned
And oh how that little girl screeched
Categories:
meddled, daughter, father daughter, words,
Form: Rhyme
"Emma" is a classic name, Jane Austen brought to claim
with a story rich of timeless grace, of a genteel English dame
A name that fit her many moods, guile match-making imposed,
for she'd twinkle mischief in her eyes... with cheeks the color rose
She meddled in the ways of love, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
An imp of privileged beauty, like a butterfly's cocoon
She was living on the threshold, of an eager springtime bloom
Summer glistened in her curly locks, winter hid behind her pout
Love came drifting down like autumn leaves, ...there was never any doubt!
____________________________________________________
Inspired by Juli-Michelle's Contest: "EMMA" 2/5/14
Categories:
meddled, character, girl, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Little Innocence was forged into the world
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble
A statue thought to beat immortality
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Adventure appeared
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence!
© Guru Jad 2013
Categories:
meddled, age, birth, journey, love,
Form: Personification
Brain power
in the dance to strange rhapsodies
and meddled commitments.
Where my family and errands
are like two worlds colliding.
Make time for my family or My work?
Can I have freedom to
do more in a day forgetting my family?
Morality starts from the family__
How is the family being built in today's busy life?
When everybody is busy making money with leisure
and no time to spend with the children!
Who is going to raise the children when everybody
seems busy fulfilling extra chores?
Why managing time is supreme
to fit my family in better things I love to do?
How can I strike a balance between
my family reunion and fulfilling errands?
chipepo lwele
*dedicated to my family and friends
Categories:
meddled, family, friendship, happiness, family,
Form: Classicism
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