Short Smites Poems
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Don't bite the hand that feeds
Don't feed the hand that bites
Don't smite the heart that needs
Don't need the heart that smites
O wretched fate, that smites his brow with thunder in the trembling boughs.
The very sun doth pierce his skull; each leaf conspires with whispered woes.
“Alas, poor me,” he cries, “I knew me well”—then swoons upon the grass.
Mystique in that smile,
Ardency in those eyes,
Delicacy in porcelain skin,
Honesty in her voice,
Uniqueness in her spirit,
Soul in her passion,
Mystery again in gestures,
Intricacies in her flaws and perfections,
Tenderness accentuates in all of her,
And again, her madding Mystique.
Blest heart of love*
smites greed dart angst
now reigns care part.
*2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
December 12, 2020
3rd place, "Bauk Than - Than Bauk" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 2/15/2021.
Around, all around,
the mourners gather.
My dread grows as
the angry hand of
heaven,
Falls against my
naked soul. It
smites me,
And darkly my
essence drips to the
wicked earth that is
my prison.
In a strange and
terrible glee,
I beg forgiveness
while the reaper
takes my unwilling
hand,
Now alone, my
cascade of tears
falls upon uncaring
eyes.
This is my hell,
The lyric deft and yet bereft, its logic baldly doffed:
an heir in err, a progeny ‘twas not untimely off’d.
In aggregate, the follicles that sprout the facial hair,
protrude a plain that’s primed for pain, as microbes nestle there.
To mow the glade with steely blade creates a field of woe;
the pain-free knight, his own mote smites, so mites midst hair might grow.
hopeful
blissful
blest glow
smites woe
peace* beam
love's gleam
show smile
glad style
kind share
God's care
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
April 14, 2025
5th place, "YOUR CHOICE Y" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/2/2025
Might I'm wielding,
Coping dealing...
Blight unyielding,
Prying, peeling.
Writhing turning,
Twisting churning...
Mindless yearning,
Lauding, purring.
Stomach keeling,
Curdling, reeling...
Now repealing,
Good sense of being.
Thoughts reverting,
Sleepless, spurning...
Legs-a-stirring,
Nae adjourning.
Whipping wheeling,
Grip congealing...
Hope that healing,
Smites these feelings.
She that brings fear to the hearts of men,
She that lifts up, then strikes down again,
She that, the children, the workers and wives
Twists slow through their health her vicious knives,
And always, and always, she takes.
She in her coat that hides truth from their eyes,
She that holds mercy, but stands as he dies,
She that advances, and smites here and there,
And takes what she chooses with no thought for fair,
And always, some heart, she breaks.
Form:
Mind breaks out of fright
seeking peace with plight
needing freedom flight
escaping from gloom’s blight
to love's glowing delight...
Soul in despair, day and night
cries for blest caring sprite
against cursed weakening might
midst what’s unfair, not right...
Faith smites doubt's fight
sans heavenly insight
conquers pouting bite
from guilt’s route and cite…
Pride falls from towering height
heart yearns for God, source of light.
Flight toward serene bliss
propelled by hopeful trust
heart from angst seeks freedom
God* grants midst prayer zest...
grace blest height
plight now eased
faith smites blight
light of peace
brings delight!
*Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
October 13, 2025
6th place, "The Pirouette" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 9/30/2025