Wolves are smart creatures
they do not devour old sheep
when there is plenty of young to prey on
so their focus is set upon the mother
because she will do everything in her power
to defend her baby
Singling out one of the weakest in the herd
they begin to prowl on their mission
once targeted dividing them causes chaos
Not knowing what is coming
the predator is directed by an alpha in this group
learn the ways of nature its then you see the devil at work
need a person say more when the bulls eyes on your back
Categories:
singling, blessing, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
If I compare this to a love in time
and relate a Valentine's love within
his heart the focus of this rhyme
he seeks his mate to win.
All arrayed with wings unfurled
a partner for all time,
Female geese are within his world
he seeks for a response sublime.
His choice can only be one to make
a lifetime partner his wish is here
singling out his companion to take
his lonely heart finds her near.
They kindly walk and touch with care
the finish does appear
with winding necks and heart felt sounds
the union will last for years.
Categories:
singling, animal, bird, desire, love,
Form: Free verse
I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
Hurrying to devour, wishing me dead
Singling me out as if I were a freak
I silence the fears as I hear his critique
Stifling my tears, he fills me with dread
I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
I scream for help – I shriek and I shriek
Tormenting thoughts are soon widespread
Singling me out as if I were a freak
I realize my heart feels dark, so bleak
Shadows of grief bring tortures unsaid
I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
I doubt all the joy that I once did seek
Silencing my dreams – his loathing fed
Singling me out as if I were a freak
I only know him as my enemy, the sneak
The devil who ruins – in the bible I read
I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
Singling me out as if I were a freak
FIRST PERSON VILLANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
August 11, 2022
Categories:
singling, angel, anxiety, christian, confusion,
Form: Villanelle
Tis not I that shall reveal one poet for promotion
Have mercy on this fledgling for having that notion
Equally, I admire many with awesome devotion
Everyone I've met has been so friendly and kind
Singling out just one? To do that, I'm not inclined
Simply put, Thanks to all those who come to mind
Encouraging me until my poems are more refined
Not one of them shall be overlooked or maligned
Comments made to me are supportively aligned
Each time I sign in, I read their poetry and unwind
Opposed am I, to paying tribute to merely one
For that good reason, I'll drop the names of none
Perhaps you think I'm wrong to think this way
OK, but I won't choose as if they were on a buffet
Enlisting poets to honor one another? I'd say 'yay'
To do it in a fashion in which many are on display
Sorry if this hurts your feelings. I've had my say.
Categories:
singling, perspective,
Form: Acrostic
I dreamed to soar high
Singling sensation with tingling passion arose.
Romance roamed, rolled to commit: ‘We won’t be apart.’
Unfolding your fervent feeling you came too close.
I dreamed to soar high.
My ardent ardor was honored with your red rose.
Emotion was entwined from you to my heart
My bubbling blood was flooded: You dared to propose.
Storm of betrayal and meanness suddenly rose
All the doors of my hardened heart were bound to shut.
Pretty poetry drooped to dreary dull depressed prose.
I dreamed to soar high.
03/04/19
'Writing Challenge Feb 2019 Roundel Form' Contest by Dear Heart
Categories:
singling, depression, desire, dream, heartbreak,
Form: Roundel
Singing Sounded Awful
When singling he howled like a hound
And had emitted such an awful sound
Like metal being scraped with a trowel
Sometimes sounded like a horned owl.
For his singing no one gave a hoot
Of all evil singing was surely the root
About his singing we kept on stewing
What beer next should we be brewing.
His singing ended after reaching its tail
We did drink down a pitcher of pale ale
After we had drunk it down the hatch
On his big mouth we applied a latch.
Now his singing no longer can be heard
To hell he and his soul were transferred
Down there poor souls hear his singing
When he is herd they still start cringing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Send this to the Vegas Vagabonds
Who in yard have many plush ponds.
Categories:
singling, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
The cloven hoof prints
Should have been read
Way before I signed
My contract with the dead.
My lawyer did not see
And nor did I
The fine printed sign
Of an evil lie.
Alive yet livid
Living in a haze
Of smoky pubs stoking
My booze fueled daze.
Singling out women
Of a tender nature
To take a hell ride
And feed the creature.
I pray I’m asleep
Spring, summer, fall
When the beast makes
His final withdrawal.
I should’a read the signs.
26 April, 2016.
Categories:
singling, dark, imagery, murder,
Form: Quatrain
Put Her Clothes On
Gave illustrious example of intermingling
As to how it will compare with singling
Someone out from a huge, big crowd
Being exuberant and sexually endowed.
(Who Trump said Hillary isn't.)
Why would you do a thing like that before
To someone you loved and did adore
Then around whole world had to scower
See good looking girl like her in the shower.
To all of the things there has to be a rub
She actually looks better in a bathtub
While in nude seeing each shiny tooth
Would be exposed to in a kissing booth.
Of all what seemed to be biggest surprise
When you looked into her adorable eyes
They always somehow gave you a hint
Horrible husband is running for President.
After being prepared to make mad dash
And with her in bathtub taking a splash
Lovely thing probably has left and gone
Into next room to put clothes back on.
Sure you know who I am talking about
See her having hotdogs with Sauerkraut
Not being able to meet your demands
With weird shaped mouth and little hands.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
singling, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Hard thoughts can't melt like chocolate
Abiding by the rigid rules of the roulette
Pull down the ugly posters of mockery
Pour a sparkling glass of genuine irony
Illogical how frivolous minds can change
Nonsense to credibility inverting image
Encompassing the brain's viral intellect
Singling out the fallacy of insidious protest
Simply reconsidering another happy quest
Categories:
singling, emotions, happy, irony, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
For all of you who has ever said
You loved me then broke my heart
May you succumb to the most?
Awful Egyptian curse
May Hathor cause you great pain?
And shame from this day forward
Until the Pyramids turn to dust and
The Nile River runs backwards well
May it be recorded now and forever?
In the book of the dead in prolific
Detail by the seal of Osiris I'm not
Singling any one person out but
You know who you are and so does
Isis as the all seeing eye of the
Falcon is upon you in the shadow
Of Horus call me bitter if you want
But all I ever did was love you!
Go on now and laugh at what I say
But I will have the last laugh just
Wait and see 'cuz you are no better
Than me....don't you know I come?
From the ancient Khnum Dynasty
And so when Ma’am weighs your
Heart against a feather I hope you
Suffer the worse Egyptian curse
Until the Nile river runs backwards
Until all the Pyramids crumble and
Turn to dust, until I toss away my
Flail And Crook out to sea...
So mote it be!
Categories:
singling, heartbreak, loss, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
With eyes wide shut we walk
In our blindness of thoughts and prejudices
Towards the cliff. We follow the sounds
Never hearing a word...a note
To the makings of the song
Dancing to the music not hearing it's melody
We sing in our muteness songs we neither see nor hear
We walk crippled towards the faceless words
Drinking without taste the nectar that must never be swallowed.
"Sweet" We say when we cannot taste
But finish it's juices in a single gulp
Not quenching the thirst we know not that we have
Belching the stench of its odor that we cannot smell
In knowledge we know nothing of what we have seen
While walking in blindness with our eyes wide shut
We listen with deafness to the drones of time
Never singling out a line.
We feel in the darkness for the light switch that we have always had
In the contours of our minds
We look around seeing nothing in a room full of everything.
Blank spaces on the walls of pictures vibrant in truth
Still we with only see them with our eyes wide shut.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Beside the Yellow Brick Road
In the forest
Lies the deeper path of truth.
Categories:
singling, change, poetry, prejudice,
Form: Blank verse
if you don't like me, you can go to hell, i'm riding on a ship, and i just now rang the bell, i really miss my past, but on that i will not dwell, every time you turn me down, i go and hide inside my shell. there is nothing wrong, with the way i am, i'm really a nice guy, i will never give you spam, yes you think i'm ugly, don't record me with a cam, every time you push me back, it feels like you gave me a slam. i know you think i'm ugly, i know you think i'm weird, would i look better, with a hawk, and no beard? you keep crushing my heart, blood is permanently smeared, regardless of your thoughts, i do like to be feared. you don't know me, you only judge by looks, singling me out, like a word inside of books, you have forced me to this life, now i'm joining up with crooks, your all just full of lies, while you reel me in with hooks.
Categories:
singling, art,
Form: ABC
She traced across the edges of her dreams.
Singling them out, one by one
Tasting memories like Godiva chocolates,
She mouths in silence
Words that conjure wishes to life,
In other times and other places
Back in the magic landscape of a woman's youth,
Where possibilities hang on winks and whims.
They rise up to meet her,
Called forth from vaults unlocked by sleep.
Those souls she traveled with have aged,
She, as they, worn to paper thinness
Brownburnt and frail at the edges
Like the old photos of lovers now gone.
Some sunk into the earth's cold heart,
Some turned to smoke and spread upon its skies,
Some simply - Gone -
All joined in the weave of memories,
Dreams they bring to birth;
The edges of her dreams
Go melting down to sweetness now,
As within, behind the inscrutable, wrinkled face,
That young Lady Godiva slowly starts to smile again.
Categories:
singling, imagination, life, lost love,
Form: Free verse