Beware! In my Dwelling, a predator
slinks in without Even saying hello -
spirit who Pretends he’s my creditor -
green with greed and Remarkably yellow.
My words have Escaped this parasite-pest,
“You are So unwelcome here, a no-guest,
a remnant Scrap from a life I once led."
You would bleed me white or kill me Instead.
I ban you contender Of aggression,
Begone Now! rid me of this depression.
Categories:
no guest, 11th grade, anger, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
What shall I serve You?
For long, my house has been lying deserted
My gate has not been opened wide to let in anyone
No guest has so far come to visit me
Tired of distant wanderings
I have come here to listen to the beat of silence
Occasionally broken by the sound
Of laughing wings, pirouetting overhead
Here I have brooding shadows for company
Hermit like I wrap myself in my solitude
Now abruptly when you announce your arrival
I feel excited and equally perplexed
What shall I serve you?
I am at a loss
My hearth has not been lighted for long
And my kitchen pots remain empty
I know I should serve you
Something chilled or warm
In my menu, I have a simple surprise
But not of the edible kind
Nor delectable to your palate
But as I have known you since long
I hope it will appease you
In poetry’s platter
I shall serve my thoughts warm,
Garnered in the lonely hours
Of my solitude! The only dish I have!
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July. 10.2022
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Categories:
no guest, food, friend, poems,
Form: Free verse
In a small lite stable,
In a manger made into in a cradle
A beautiful newborn baby
Born to save me.
Ten little fingers, ten perfect toes,
Wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Sleeping completely still;
To redeem and fulfill.
12/11/2019
Luke 2:12 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Luke 2:7 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
Categories:
no guest, baby, birth, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
For this holiday I have nowhere to go
Around me are all common roads, what a puzzle
No guest comes to chat about house chores
On bare rocky shore are seen many a squirrel
End of the year should see a long journey
But where to go? And it’s hard to find someone for me
I should go down to the deep south for a revisit
And savor lobsters, alien music and dances maybe
Categories:
no guest, america,
Form: Light Verse
Life has its side not fair at all
To till the earth and break rocks
To make our nest with claws of hulk
To try our best and fit the world
No time to rest but just to work
We know no guest who wants to knock
The fruits we heist we can’t seem to pluck
But leave the rest in the hands of luck
I once saw the side so fair to me
Opened so wide opportunities I meet
On beds of roses I pose to eat
My joy didn’t hide to share my tweets
I sure did ride on iron as feet
And were seemed hard with ease I hit
The hides are now mild to feet my teeth
If I hadn’t tried, I wouldn’t know how sweet
Categories:
no guest, adventure, age, allusion, body,
Form: Free verse
6
I have searched constantly, no one there
Loneliness accompanies me in this quest
So much left undone, so much left to share
If this is a race, I'm the tortoise, life the hare
Sadly passes and renders test after test
I have searched constantly, no one there
To make myself a victim, I will not dare
I surely have blame, you know this best
So much left undone, so much left to share
Lately I don't even have my time to spare
Misery loves company, but I have no guest
I have searched constantly, no one there
Uncertain of anything, into the past I stare
Knowing what I sacrificed leaves no rest
So much left undone, so much left to share
I have put forth everything, laid myself bare
Wanting you to understand, I became a pest
I have searched constantly, no one there
So much left undone, so much left to share
Categories:
no guest, memory,
Form: Villanelle
The Dead are rising from grave
It's time to go! they murmurs.
GATE is opened for every guest
But no guest to leave the host.
The ice cold hand on shoulder
Does not any resistance care.
The Dead rising up now utters
It's time to go!It's time to go!
Categories:
no guest, death, mystery, visionary, time,
Form: Verse