Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Categories:
parries, dark, deep, emotions, perspective,
Form: Free verse
In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion, in times of blight;
Her adoring caresses parries my solitude
For her inextensible grace, I couldn't repay my gratitude;
Her wise adorned with limitless dexterity
For none could ameliorate her mind's sagacity;
Her unwavering support, instigated with love
stands at the zenith, on the pinnacle above.
Categories:
parries, care, family, mother, mother
Form: Rhyme
The Pugilist
The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron
what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time
agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind
when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find
behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away
a boxer’s punch
was worth the punt
to fight another day
within the hand
where justice fits
the scale was tipped to weigh
amidst the sand
the knuckles land
and dare they join to pray?
skipped upon condition
reasoned beyond all doubt
the crowd was here to listen
with every second count.
Categories:
parries, anger, dedication, endurance, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Gently probing her vulnerabilities
seeking only the slightest advantage
He parries her feints most delicately
awaiting an opening to do some damage...
When she, shockingly, reveals a secret so deep
then casts aside his sword to weep
and declare: A man who jousts with a lady fair
is mete to unseat in her heart's affairs
Categories:
parries, conflict, heart, loss, love,
Form: Rhyme
As I sit Precariously
Listening to my Canary
Life is weary this January
Embattled by the long and scary
Year of Covid when wary times tarry
Too long for us to know little mercy and carries
Us to the threshold of this 'wits end' of heated adversary
From the cold quarantine as threatened democracy parries
With questions of justice and equality on its 158th anniversary
Of the Emancipation Proclamation that fiercely relinquished slavery
All men created equal under one flag while given its fight for bravery
With all worn hearts, minds and well-being knowing that the contrary
Revisions to our happiness, 'freedom and justice for all' now quietly buries
Our souls and hearts in this beloved country to try and live in peace this
January
As I sit and ponder tomorrow from my desk listening to the song
of my sweet Canary
Perhaps I will open the door to his freedom so his song belongs to this world
so very weary
January 6, 2021
Parody of a Famous Poem Poetry Contest
Inspired by "I Know How the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou
Categories:
parries, depression, encouraging, fate, freedom,
Form: Free verse
The purge started with honest appraisal.
A deep peer within to unlock the knots
tying 'never too open' lockets shut.
There were regrets, fall-shorts, damning selfies
all to be opened with tear drops and fears,
exposing the scars, hurts, raw open wounds.
Effective catharsis by expungement
was the only way to wipe the slate clean.
So with scalpel and scraper the rot gut
was excised by wiping bad memories
away with a total system refresh.
The unresolved was foiled with stark parries
the aching boils were lanced and puss squeezed out
Each locket expunged was burnt at the stake
so regrets and short-comings had no where
to hide, no chance to beguile the future.
I enjoyed the glow and stench of the fire.
catharsis smoke and ashes blackening
the sky, carried away by wind disgusts.
Categories:
parries, conflict, recovery from, remember,
Form: Blank verse
Have you ever been to the Arctic
and heard the "Tickling of the Ivories"?
That is the time when the Monodons
joust each other with their singular parries.
They have one thing in common...
A singular tooth that the males wear with pride.
They can swim, dive, and breach the water
on their 18 ft. plus sides.
They can move swiftly like the dolphin
when thru the water they glide.
They are not looking to skewer a meal
as in the ocean they hide.
What are these special creatures
that roam the seas so deep.
Their tusks were hunted in the middle ages
as Unicorn Horns for Kings to keep.
Related most closely to the Beluga
Linnaeus described them in 1758.
But they were well known hundreds of years before
As Vikings sought their tusks so great.
They do not eat Krill as do most whales
But dine on Halibut and Cod.
Their tastes are truly exotic
As they hunt within their pod.
They click and clack to each other
when they do communicate.
The future is getting tenuous
As to what will be their fate.
These are beautiful creatures whose 'Porpoise'
may be related to them all.
They have been oft featured on the Nature Channel,
We know them simply as "Narwhal".
Categories:
parries, age, dedication, fish, history,
Form: Rhyme
Know that whenever he holds you
My arms are wrapped around you too.
When he gives you a passionate kiss
My lips will also give you bliss.
As he thrust and parries in the night,
My loving will give you delight.
And when he forgets how to please,
I will be there, a carnal tease.
Categories:
parries, devotion, romantic,
Form: Free verse
Evening mimics the streetchildren
thrusting out and down with fright.
Predators heave along the bend
solid as a rock, bodies streaming brawn and muscle,
how cruel! Their red eyes shoot like arrows.
The young sceams and parries.
Laughter makes it way on dirt roads
a battle is won, the rattling clatter
of boney skins, of feet's hooves
tearing up the hard soll.
Older women whio a cry
veiled in old lace, their breath
spoied with the acid of midnight.
I will not take this!
Tell the air of freedom to come,
for I do not want to see the terror
of a nect generation on filth.
I will not take this!
The hours come wide open.
Flag of clouds rush on
and the heart rings of dreams
where my hut embraces their pain.
--- I try to help make this world a better one
by giving my time to abused children
as a Church volunteer.
--- Contest on Words of Wisdom
Categories:
parries, abuse, confusion,
Form: Lyric
His legs tremble,
Standing: over the-mound of dust,
He does not see the past left behind
And strives to extinguish the brightly burning star Forgetting,
that nearby A blue island floats in tears.
And a lingering restlessness sweeps past him.
He parries the questions of the present Pricking him intermittently
Not seeing with the eyes
The glowing cinder under ashes
The tide is cheated by the foaming sea Which drowns it
And wandering in the forlorn cremation ground He is haunted by the shrieks Of his bedeviled soul
A formless shadow knocks at his dormant mind.
Nothing awakes but anguish Crushing the weary breath, He gasps and fumbles
With the rising crescendo of
the inner agony, Which pricks him
And is irredeemably absorbed in the body,
The wound remains green And on the lighted pyre not the body,
The bruised conscience burns.
Categories:
parries, inspirational, life, philosophy, religion,
Form: Haiku