I stand before you broken in pieces, yet you look at me and smile, knowing beauty that is in the inside.
The darkness that lays behind me is like a shadow cast upon the ground.
I try to walk the path of goodness only to be bound by sin and darkness.
Screaming to break free, afraid to let go.
Hurt and damaged from sins of the past.
Anger boils over and seeps out my pores.
I cast my anger and pain to God.
Looking up to seek his face, yearning for him, wanting to be closer to God.
But I fail to fully seek his face.
Running to my oast for comfort.
Afraid to truly let go of my pride.
Anger pursues me.
Pain is what ties me.
Bound to fear and regret.
Emotions reside in me.
But by God's mercy and grace I am truly forgiven.
Categories:
oast, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
[first stanza for Planet contest]
Martians, they don’t live here
Even astronauts keep clear
Residing though in darkest places
Charred: the eyebrows on their faces
Up from underground they creep
Resembling small asbestos sheep
Yikes they bleat at red hot feet
*
Meat and veg are not prolific
Eat it if it’s calorific
Roast Mercurian rat... horrific
Chance a glance and risk the heat
Usually, not much to eat
Rare, the morsel overlooked
Yet what there is... is over cooked
***
Many miles through space to Venus
Earth is far more space between us
Risk those Martians haven’t seen us
Cruise by Jupiter and Saturn
Uranus ain't what you’re sat on
Rush past Neptune on to Pluto
Yup, a planet... shows what you know
Categories:
oast, planet, space,
Form: Acrostic
Tourist Trails
Savouring the swathe of Southern England;
orchards, oast houses, open fields,
cliffs with caverns camera-worthy,
splashing sea and salty cooling breeze,
well-trodden trails, treasures from history,
hidden hostelries, houses of refreshment.
The descent from the Downs, dropping slowly
to moist meadows where men once toiled
among heaps of hay at harvest. All this
so peaceful,pastoral, pleasing; now long gone.
Categories:
oast, england, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Alliteration
A Leafy Land
To the North and East, green sloped Downs above
The Weald* of Kent. Beneath, the Pilgrim’s Way
Where Monk, traveller and Penitent walked
And Chaucer wrote of the Canturbury Tales.
A land of ancient paths; Chestnut and Oak,
Where Kings and Princes held castle towers.
Oast Houses; beacons to ancient crafts,
Red brick, half timbered dwellings, pan tiled roofs.**
Meadows of buttercup and columbine.
A historic land of hops and fruit.
A leafy land where Jute and Saxon came.
To the South, the bleak and lonely Marshes,
A land of sheep and one time smuggler’s haunts.
Then to the West, high chalk Downs and Sussex.
Beyond, the sea surging on shingled shores
Where the Saxon yielded to Norman Sword.
* Weald – Saxon – A forested or uncultivated tract of land. Probably related to ‘wild’.
**Pan tiles - A type of pan baked clay tile used in the Eastern counties of Scotland and England, rarely in other parts of the Country. First imported from Holland in the early 17th Century.
06/11/17
Categories:
oast, england, history,
Form: Free verse
Place choice words in the pot of simple rhyme
Over the fire of alliteration
Enhance the taste with God's love - seasoned thyme;
Try Nature's spice of rejuvenation,
Roast it with deep imagery for flavour;
Yet, what is soup without life's flour of pain?
Stir in buttered metaphors to savour
Onomatopoeia simmered in plain
Understandable manner. Add salt thoughts
Peppered with imagination. Serve hot.
01/23/2017
Rhymed Acrostic with 10 syllables per line
Categories:
oast, food, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
SCAVENGERS
The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness
In oast house and warm barn.
Rays of darkness
Speed across the twilight
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by omnivores;
Nothing left but black.
Categories:
oast, dark, metaphor,
Form: Imagism
my voice is a blade of grass not a piccolo
between two lips I tell you a great story
why is a spent of twenty on beers a day cost less
than to provide a meal
let's do the math of why a bag lentils
cost more than a six pack of beers
for sure the carrots were there
and so the green pepper to peal a bell
the produce most certain should kill the oast
of toast smiling the future and tomorrow
Categories:
oast, french,
Form: I do not know?
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
oast, mystery, nature, paradise, passion,
Form: Ghazal
i walk faster and faster in circles i go looking for the gate where does it go nowhere
trapped forever another minute in the oast how long will this restlessness last
back to grey just another day i am always unaware my lonliness is eating at me
like an open sore leaving me broken and beaten
so i pierce my tainted skin and blast my only comfort into my hungry veins
leaving me breathless i am completly taken - taken from my own circles
i have found my gate - to where - to no where but yet i'm so far away from it all
Categories:
oast, depressionme,
Form: Free verse