Quondam Poems | Examples

Deity of Warfare

What great menace pulls us to destruction
What warmonger! What hatred loving beast!
Who savages the innocence of children
The miracle of flowers and serenity of peace

Earth’s wonders plummet down in fatal vortex
In power of Atoms mortals misconstrued
Unleashed at last Pandora’s final power
Predictable Apocalypse imbued

If let die - this Earth - this living opal
This quondam living opal, if extinct
Will Infinity create again this miracle?
Infinity this span cannot repeat.

Arthurus, Rex Quondam Rexque Futurus

 The Sword Of Truth, It Gleams Supreme
 Cast Away by Sight for Eternities,
 Hail Glorious!!! Shall It Shine Once More
 The Blade of Kings and Lore,
 and the Sun Shall Flash Upon the Hand that Rests
 In Due Time, In Due Breath
 Rexque Futurus,    Just as the Stars Abode
 Shines the Light On The Greater Soul

Sipping Coffee

Alabaster streaks of warmth 
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as 
my gaze roams to the 
trickle of ebony beads; 
in the distance, 
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in 
mahogany earthen grounds, 
shaking the last of the 
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays 
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of 
hibernation, 
longing for the first sip 
of sunshine, 
basking in the early beams of 
balmy dawns and 
sepia sunsets, 
blessed to 
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary, 
my lucid dream ablaze. 

"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"

Ominous Riddance

My shadowy quondam
radiated a crimson hue
was alive and moving

now it is a ghost
emotionless
colorless and lethargic

a heart rimmed with marigolds
the sharp color of bloody mulberry
weeps like a crowned raven,

on sealed lips, scarlet wine dews
succulent but stifling
smell of chains is addictive
I am enslaved

guilty of a deadly love
star-stained soul
to succumb to luscious vindictiveness.

the heart sleeps in flinty rain
Lime-scented leaves drip
starfish-shaped leaf drops.

Written: January 27, 2023

You Decide Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Animation

Animation I grew up with,
Bride of fantasy stories.
Comedy with action I watch,
Death of worries I snatch.
Earth of penitence is
Fist of imagination I sense.
Girdle of suffocation, I sike
Hinterland of minds, I hike.
Insatiable finds take off
Juggernaut of marvels thereof.
Kommandatura with style,
Love of sequels I file.
Mysteries of lifestyle are not farfetched,
Nincompoops play unwretched.
Over and under a replay of streams --
Posthumously acclaimed.
Quondam penners survived,
Reminiscences of sets --
Sets of scenes and takes,
Travesty of the reclaimed.
Up, up and away
Victory not far away.
Wonders of life in a bucket
Xanadu of strife in a socket.
Yabadabadoo!
Zen of life.

The Fifth of July

*Image of Sun by A Shared Soul.

The Fifth of July
(Pondering A Newness)

A gold sovereign wakes, dimly rises
afar, a relic of sorts once revered the
world round, except occasions when 
a quondam ebbs loyalty, ergo, limbo.

Exchanging trenches, a vanguard of
patriots images shrugging dust off
their palls trudging a field of honor,
swapping expressions, ubiquitously.

The vestiges of DC prolix amidst ere
night euphoria, wane. Atonements
for our liberties are owed. A grateful
nation solemnizes.

2021 August 29
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1092
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 20

Heartbroken

As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.

I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.

Being born under a lucky star,
In the cornucopia of,
Love, happiness, and blissfulness,
Was incomprehensible of the,
Forthcoming quagmire.

It came all of a sudden.
Like a bolt from the blue.
Snatched everything from me,
Ripped apart all the bonds,
Left me wreaked, shattered, dismay, lonely.
Those memories haunts me,
Like terrible phantasm.
Fancy to be over the moon,
Yearn to be as happy as a clam,
But how could I?
My Seventh Heaven,
Got burried under jinx.


Date of submission: 19/03/2021

Decay of Friendship

Lone regale of corpse plant rot.
Leaden legs on streets of dust.
Crevices of six feet ill.
Long nails hanker the earth’s crust.

Gray roses laid on tombstone.
Senescent-fade of best buds.
Repast to pay its tribute.
Petrichor release of studs.

In morrow brittle thorns stink.
Unmanicured foes dig deep.
Writhe of vermin circle box.
Quondam insomniac sleeps.

9/22/2020
Writing Challenge - Decay - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Reserata Carcerem Xlvi

*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*

Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.

Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.

Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.

Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
        '20:07:15:12:03

Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on

Domus Hereticorum

To you my quondam friend!
I made myself a heretic through the sacrament 
                                  Of unearthed and burnt,
Through the enforcement of raucous, 
And above all, the magnum crimen of irrational.
As the 5th Earl of imminence… now, I, 
I summon the torn faces of rituals,
Born to abuse the necessity, depriving it of
Any valid right! Cleansed through the salvation
In a pious moment, so precise in time of living,
In time of consolation with solace, and valence
Towards unconditional giving and grieving.
I am sentenced (!), potentially, to become
Honourable in my pledge to silenced soul,
And as a friar of reclusion, I deem it probable,
Yet illusory, that the pristine image of self 
Becomes a wish of rupture and the determiner 
Of good will, in this humble domus hereticorum.
Provisions, inquisitions, admirations, fervent
Beliefs, and infant crevasses of desired, send across,
Send! My message of acceptance and nonchalance,
Bold and pregnant, with reasons of disinterest
                                                 Forever, and ever!

A Minute Love

This love of irrevocable 
Hold I sent it from empyrean beyond
Nightfall calls stars upon the welkin
My love! Glimpse higher and higher
Preeminent stars which of paragon sheens us
Come nigh clasps for a spell
Scintillating planetoid effulgences and watch us
Afar the intoning troubadour of nightangle bides in earnest to sing
These entire cosmos peek and descry of our love
Oh my leman! Come closer and closer
For thou, I surrender all my psyches 
Rouse me by your amiable osculation
Let me romance for quondam in your balmy bosom
Let me trance and sojourn to the bliss.

::Dawa Zangpo

Videlicet: This Three-Notebooked Writing

Takes it a powerful, almighty congerie of the 
Most toilsome and rigorous lucubration, 
To write these, my poems...my poetries. 
Or, insofar as declaring, do I 
Attempt thus to prevaricate?
Is my literary legerdemain 
And poetic prestidigitation and prognostication such that it 
Requires little duty, less laboriousness, and a
Far lesser sort of toilsomeness to compose this, 
My poetry?
This be the forty-fourth poetic work by my hand enwritten
In this hebdomadal period-
This week, in short.
Yes, in something lesser than a hebdomadal span, even 
Did I complete, thus far, 
This three-notebooked writing.
Quotidian was this writing and diurnal, 
And hodiernally I can write little of the quondam poems: 
Written in such a fervorous, blazing, blurring manner, 
That I scarce am sure I canst rightly recall the composition of a solitary one.

Free Indeed

Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum

struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly


Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment

A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills

such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty

liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony

freedom is premium!

Here and Now

Live
To
Forswear
Quondam days
Bygone belongs to
A defunct place without return
Hereafter outcome is uncertain in the present
Only exists the priceless here and now to create a plenteous life plan journey









4-6-2016

The Real Terror

The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged 
Aridity of public sentiment 
Proved a deserted nature of love 
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter 
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver  
For workers to pluck cold limbs 
And prepare the fields 
Where black gold geysers 
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground 
Commissioned were penny whistles 
And morts moaning on cue 
For quarry men slouched 
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism  
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning 
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas 
To splatter blood upon

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