You can’t force a poem, although you can try;
it seems that’s a maxim, but I don’t know why.
You smash it and bash it and beat to a pulp,
like using sledgehammers when trying to sculpt.
Sometimes it’s the topic, at others, the form -
just rains in your brain like some strange neural storm.
The trochees are croaking and Anna’s a pest;
the dactyl’s intractile, the iambs cause stress.
And Poet’s Collective just makes matters worse
'cuz Rannaigheacht bheag sounds more like a curse.
So it’s back to your childhood, the muse of your youth;
the Seussian salve is quite soothing, forsooth!
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"Rannaigheacht bheag" is pronounced “ran-a-yah voig”
Categories:
salve, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Mr. and Mrs. Mull named their child BULL
Which some thought was a bit odd
Unlike some babies, his hair was quite full.
I think the name is fitting said his brother Todd.
Todd at age five had suggested the name.
His grandparents raised bulls on their farm.
His parents always told everyone the same.
They would give him a bull, so what was the harm?
Bull grew up to be happy with his name
His favorite pet was his bull, Mr. Salve.
Naming your child should be a game
It might be the last bit of fun you ever have
Categories:
salve, animal,
Form: Rhyme
this we always have
both Son with God and their salve
soul from sin shall save
Categories:
salve, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Cerebral ventricles capitulate in the face of fatigue.
At night I am judged by executioners from the shadows who stalk me.
At dawn demons hold my head upright.
Our symbiosis is lethal,
and I can't kill them inside me.
That would be suicide indeed.
/it's getting dark/
The night surrendered to me.
corrosive eyelid rains destroy the skin,
on my body are written the names of the victims
of my internal wars.
I am a woman of principle,
but you should be afraid of them.
You only served me pain,
along with the pain, you also served me a salve,
so that tomorrow your conscience doesn't burn you alive,
but every diagnosis wakes up my inner fires and I burn from the inside,
the verdict on the paper which you bequeathed to me.
Do you have a salve for that too?
Categories:
salve, anger, angst, deep, depression,
Form: Free verse
How grateful are we who are aware
of weaknesses from our birth,
knowing He knows and knew,
and sent His son to salve our pain:
healing blood and stripes of mercy,
flowing tears for hearts repenting.
Our Lord and Savior stands our place:
enduring love, His favoring grace.
Categories:
salve, appreciation, bible, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse
I
its funny how words contain stories
call them by the synonym, mysteries
SLAVE also has an antidote: SALVE
where SALE of humans rendered some HALVES
of what Nature's God had given ("inalienable rights")
I wrote before: SAVIOUR, spelled so,
has within its letters: 'OUR VISA' to Heaven
Kids have often said DOG and GOD are close
Or "I" am in the middle of a PiG (I am not!)
Just the Letter "i" is in the midst of letters P, i, G
So, as you awake or prepare for work, lunch, snack, or sleep
I suggest a combo of games help redirect, change our focus
From the issues of the day (We had no piped water for 10 days, and)
In sunny South Africa, LOADSHEDDING means power is rationed
So we have six hours a day of cold food and overworked diesel generators
In a digital nation, where banks do not offer much cash: phone
Or internet banking, the order of the day - and no one told my Government!
Remember then, SHALOM SHALOM - as you think of home
Whether on earth or heaven, we need lessons on keeping sane and sad-free
Categories:
salve, africa, betrayal, bible, community,
Form: Didactic
Salve
by Michael R. Burch
(for the victims and survivors of 9-11)
The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,
sometimes we still touch,
laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as we do,
that our bodies are wise
in ways we refuse
to comprehend,
still insisting we eat,
drink ...
even multiply.
And so we touch ...
touch, and only imagine
ourselves immune:
two among billions
in this night of wished-on stars,
caresses,
kisses,
and condolences.
We are not lovers of irony,
we
who imagine ourselves
beyond the redemption
of tears
because we have salvaged
so few
for ourselves ...
and so we laugh
at our predicament,
fumbling for the ointment.
Keywords/tags: 911, war, violence, surreal, survival, survivors, recovery from, love, lovemaking, lust, sex, tears, redemption, body, bodies, flesh, touch, caresses
Categories:
salve, body, love, lust, recovery
Form: Free verse
Solve.
Snail trail troll tongue hooks
Slick word trick time - bomb ticks...ticks...
Salt fire disssss solves pace.
Salve.
Wildfire fear spreads hate
Smear silver salve to calm burns
Balm soothes skinned heart...
Categories:
salve, words,
Form: Senryu
I cover my wounds with a soothing salve
That lessens the pain in its testing path
But it will not take the wound away
For it may heal over to a scar in its way
You may rejoice in passing through
A trial in what it does to you
Heed not the trial as it is made
But what is learnt in each escapade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
salve, life,
Form: Ballad
F ortune teller told me
O f your coming my love.
R eassuring me.
E very hurt my heart sustained.
V itriol showers on my skin.
E vermore banished.
R emoved with loving care.
I knew it was you.
N ever doubted her words.
Y ou have healed me with kisses.
O pened my heart once more.
U ndoing years of self protection.
R endering me free to be me.
E njoying out time together.
Y ou make me laugh so much.
E nvisaging a future with you.
S alve for my sorrowful soul.
Categories:
salve, appreciation, boyfriend, destiny,
Form: Acrostic
SALVE A CHILD
These
Seedlings, tomorrow’s
Saplings, by dearth must not droop.
A trickle from your coffer, from drought’s
Wreckage many could save.
For in your senile era, the arbor from their
Boughs from the scorching sun you can not evade.
From,
The soil of nadir
To a tilted soil these seedlings
I implore you to pick, that green
Finery by the fingers of drought torn,
By your drizzle could be stitched,
And this perennial nudity by the hand of
Drought wrought to mirth would falter.
From
The ravenous vale
These seedlings for ravish from
Your coffer with gnarled hands beg.
Begrudge not your care, for from drought’s
Blade they must be saved and from dearth’
Talons must be salved
For in these withering hands a glaring tomorrow
Berths.
These wilting seedlings, a trickle from your
Coffer, from the scavenger’s baleful eyes
Could eclipse and to the sonorous rhythm
Of the wind in chortle would dance.
Categories:
salve, caregiving
Form: I do not know?
As we talked about life and the problems we have,
I pulled out of my pocket a can I call Magic Salve.
You rub it on wherever the pain hurts the most.
Believe me it works, I don’t mean to boast.
Whatever the ailment or the problem you have,
It’s a guaranteed cure all this wonderful salve.
Warts or psorasis or what ever the need,
I guarantee this to work, guarantee it indeed.
A broken heart it can cure but you have to beware,
Don’t use too much cause it can remove hair.
An upset tummy nothing else can compare,
Rub a little on the pain, by this salve you will swear.
From rheumatism to arthritis, from pneumonia to the flu .
Just rub a little on you is all that you do.
From the colic to the croup, you can forget chicken soup,
And should you get constipated it can even help you to po__ ?
Buy a small can or get the family size plan,
Either way you’re a winner it’s the best in the land.
Categories:
salve, funny, imagination,
Form: Narrative
Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
Categories:
salve, anniversary, family, children, mystery,
Form: Free verse