Pealed Poems

Grown Ghostly

Grown up gaunt and ghostly?
Forlorn, forgotten, few.
Holy is the host? Well, see...
Day of wrath, thy dew.

Warlord, hold the highest ground?
Strongest in the sound!
Giant, issue from thy mound!
Blight them with thy bound!

Tyrant of the battlefield?
Come back on thy shield?
Only if the wound's unhealed!
Thunder, how you pealed!

Mercy? Full the harvest moon!
Tympani, thy tune!
Rampart castle, cast the rune!
Bane, bone, bind the boon!

Epic end to story?
O human race, take heed:
Morning, hast thou glory?
Prisoner doomed, just plead...

Bad? Give over what you had?
Storm gods, send thy cloud!
Make the devil mighty glad!
Burial, thy shroud...

Passion's Refrain

 Her lover's kiss
 Fell on her cheeks like gentle rain
 Her lover's kiss
 Filled her with ecstasy and bliss
  Thunder pealed, sweet kisses again
 Heartbeats pound with passion's refrain
 Her lover's kiss

 4-23-2025

Planting

A friend said
a little mulch
and planting
is what it takes
to transform a yard.
She bought flowers
in spring
as a gift to herself.
She laid the mulch
and planted the flowers
around a tree.
She cried out 
for last night’s storm
and all life
a touch of rain could bring.
She said
after her divorce
every transgression
could be forgiven
with a little sun.
After moving back
to her hometown
it was time to start again.
She said
that her two sons
would bring their wives
and come back
for an Easter brunch
when stories told
around the table
would fine new life.
She knelt in the yard
and spring kissed her
on the cheek.
as a warm breeze blew.
A church bell pealed
such joy found
when young girls
dressed in white
holding lilies
danced along the sidewalk.

The Bell

There is a sadness soothing to the soul,
And with its smoothing, Herakles made whole.
And deep within him, pealed a bell,
And those who hear, must harken well:
For from the void, its rhythms swell,
And all contrivance shall it quell!

Heartbeats

Can you hear my heartbeat 
To the sound of little feet
Running around me meowing 
Like a cat or barking
Can you hear my jilted fears
Pealed away like green pear skins
Rebuked by real and imagined sins
Flipped like a pancake drenched in syrup 
Then like a cowgirl in stirrups 
Ridden past green trees and tumbleweed
Until the heartbeats aren’t tumbling
Into the abyss of a denied kiss
I can hear it in my ear
Strong steady ready for what comes
Will you be the mystery mahogany inspiring
My hearts beating all odds 
Humor me and sing a melody 
Share and care dare to be
Red bleeding heart on a sleeve

Twelve Bells at Midnight

In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle

Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked

I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesced to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chaffed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim

I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his trifling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me

The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unwrapped it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
In the moonlight his face turned pale; his eyes were glazed

Our Diana

The poetry of the sapphire in your stirring eye's
oceanic grace,
a strand of pearls on your regal neck of a
soft swan,
on a lake of symphonic dreams splendor
gliding in your grandeur.

Our Diana, your presence of ladylike style
and fashion,
you spoke in feminine melodies.
The people's princess, we loved you
from afar,
your sandy colored hair coiffed elegantly,
charitable and caring humanitarian.

Tiara of silver and diamonds,
of a demure humility.
You sleep, dear beauty,
in Britain's sorrow that swept through
many nations.
How we wept as the cathedral bells pealed
the mourning day of your funeral.
Your legend of love for your sons,
of your triumph from tears-
our Diana, lovely as a summer garden,
blushing English rose eternal. ~

Banana

I hope I am appealing to you
See I am big and yellow not blue
You hunger for sweets
I could be your eats
You pealed and ate me all up ~ who knew

Moonlighting In June

*Image of Shoreline Sunset by Pixabay.

Moonlighting In June

Doctor Jekyll's special starling,
shortly pealed off, started snarling,
molting inside,
till speaks Miss. Hyde,
"Tough to be out cliched, darling."

2022 June 04
*9th Place*
The Moon in June (Choose One of Five Forms)
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 June 12

*HMS: 8,8,4,4,8

Endless

“To that Infinite, limitless, endless, eternal, everlasting, boundless, bottomless, unbroken Spirit I bow in adoration forever.” - From the depth of my heart.

"Infinite" is the universe you've created,
Marvelously designed planets, the Milky way;
Each atom minutely, meticulously weighed,
All moving in an "unbroken" heavenly sway...

"Everlasting" is your mercies O, my Master!
Each creature benignly you show motherly care;
Being the sheep of your benevolent pasture,
I live in joys "endless" and feel no any scare...

"Bottomless" is your well of love that overflows,
Quenching the spiritual thirst of each creature;
In "Boundless" ways your loving mercies stand so close,
To those who make your paths their real adventure...

No one knows your "eternal" plans; they are revealed,
Like petals of flowers timely skillfully peeled;
By your "limitless" graces universe is healed,
Only to dwell with you, Lord, may my death-knell pealed...



08 June 2021
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Miles Apart

My senses swam dizzy as clouds,
I faced her wrath though it bite as a sword,
It pealed through my brain like a muffled bell,
And racked my ears like an explosion of steam-whistles.

I'm in my mud house dreaming about who we used to be,
When love was all that we had,
Now, there's such a difference between us,
And a million miles,
Loving you again is as futile as to oppose an earthquake with argument.

Restless, sore and haughty feelings were busy within,
So she must've called a thousand times,
To tell me she's so sorry for breaking my heart,
But when she called, I never seem to answer.

Like a festooned girdle encircling the waist of a bride,
I weaved my dreams and trust around her,
But she messed it up because I had nothing to my name,
And I have forgiven and forgotten her but we would forever remain miles apart.

We Might Die

It pealed through our brains like a muffled bell,
And racked our ears like an explosion of steam-whistles,
Again, in our blood streams,
It ran as clear as a trout-brook.

We were too blind to see,
And very naive to understand,
Our parents and teachers didn't tell us the truth,
It's now wrecking our gloomy souls to shreds.

It has cost us more than we can give,
Blood and sweat!
And the lives of our fathers, mothers, sons and daughters,
Yet, we are still paying the price.

It stung like a frozen lash,
And staggered the eye, like the sight of water running up hill,
Soft as a zephyr and hard like rock, our words treaded,
Eventually, we might all die of poverty and pains.

The Sunny Sunday Roast

Sun is in my eyes 
Waiting for lamb without any fries 
The potatoes have a crispy feel 
After they were cooked and pealed 
I move an inch and the sun gets block 
While my seat stays warm and hot 

Since the winter here is like an appetizer 
With a small bite that makes us start up a fire 
As the winter decides its ready to go 
Only staying a spell, you know 
Its bitterness took out a room and decided to be a guest 
Making us bundle up in our finest wintry dress. 

A cloud just stepped in 
Making this one seat a win 
It protected my eye 
From the brightness in the sky 
Patiently the dish I wait for 
Before heading out the door 

Here comes the Sunday dinner 
from an animal that was sent to earth
to protect us from being a sinner 

Shade has just checked in and turned things comfortably dark 
To enjoy this weekly tradition that really hits the mark 
After all the plates are clear 
And having a feeling of nothing to fear 


Since it was the lamb that went down 
Smothered in gravy that was brown. 

Time to prepare for tomorrow 
With hopes of no Monday morning horror 
But if adversity should arise 
I will be armed since I had lamb without any fries

Sealing the Deal

The laborious art of sealing the deal
   ~ Complexity's layers successively pealed

Angry Woman

She stood, tall as temper,
face looking like a monster.
Her eyes sparkled with blood
as if coming through a flood.

She bared four black canines,
passing across dreaded signs.
The face glowed, an ebony
her heart throbbed with agony.

She soon let the cutters part,
aired pent-up brewing heart. 
While the thunder yet pealed
fresh layers of anger peeled

letting a black demon loose;
slimy dark fluid began to ooze.
Tried my best to douse the fire,
but already a burst tyre.

She glared at me and heeled,
pointing a finger, she squealed.
I looked, dusk was homing fast.
As Annie growled, she gassed,

darted to the gate and fled;
doves hushed in their shed.
Yet to see a bitter barker:
A she shorter than temper.

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