Sullies Poems | Examples

Guess Who

Guess Who?
Charles Johnson

Unwritten poems thirst and ache for love.
In the still, a heart takes flight--Guess who?
For one, a sweet besotted flame-- Guess who?
One finds the mind adrift with dreams of love.
x
With every glance, a secret spark of love.
For one, each stolen glance a fire--Guess who?
A silent lust sullies a heart—Guess who?
Rejection does not count to one in love.
x
There are but nights with whispers of your name.
Soft whispers cruise on breezes light and shy.
For one, a fancied love, an eager flame,
For one, your doting eyes hold love's disguise.
Rebuff means naught —if bound by love’s stout chains.
For one, the love persists, like sighs at twilight.

Quagmire

A quagmire is a soft, murky bog that shakes
or yields under the foot:
in other words, a swamp.
One that is imbued with sticky mud;
where progress is impeded
and souls get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym:
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation,
from which it is not easy to escape.
Look around you; we are stuck
in a swamp of rage and hate.
A quagmire of our own making.
Bigotry is a by-product of fear and greed,
and the blood of the innocent sullies our souls.
We are sinking into conformity;
stuck in the quicksand of complacency.
Change is strictly rationed to the masses,
and it is tightly controlled by a few.
We are born as a cog in a system
designed to extract our individualism 
and replace it with compliance;
thereby keeping us stuck within the very gears
that keep grinding us down.
We need to drain that swamp,
but the alligators are always on patrol.

From Grace

Kings sit high
Ambition for pride seeks the eye
Fleeting change that sullies fate
Man of Doom sits only under anew

Outlaws

The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.

The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.

Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.

Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.

The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.

A Spiritual Plane

Fear sullies the thought of Death;

fouling the bliss in its kiss

as it releases the soul

from its mortal existence,

to a spiritual plane.

Surviving Depression

Within despair,
through the dark,
it stings deep inside

No one appreciates
the anguish I endure,
resulting in me
baring the burden alone

With no respite,
no one wants to see
the blackness
that sullies my soul

Only I can pull myself
through each hurricane
of torrential suffering

My only saving grace
is blind optimism
The belief it will get better
and I will be here tomorrow

Colors of Spring

a yellow sun burns
icicles morph into drips ~
spring sullies winter

white trillium sprout
smothering the forest floor ~
a floral blanket

green leaves ink the trees
snowmen are a dying breed ~
songbirds signal spring

Pavlova Levitates

Cut open pomegranate Christmas lights aril
Syrup drips erupt bitter volcano alluvium ooze
Blackberry gall sullies crust creamy caramel
Chroma pervades pavlova cracks in lilac hues


North Pole prepared sugar sack, sans limit
Blizzard whip season removes several months
Egg fragile igloo glitters in shell smash grit
Featherboa snow stiletto cabaret flamboyance


Santa avalanches resume a ruby ice unity
Investing in fuel for rocket launching research
Sleigh's sky laughs at axle trapped gravity
Astronauts unconcious core to raunch dessert
 




             13th March 
       Thirsty for Departure

Poise Met Noise

indescribable,
untranscribable ~ 
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance

I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~ a quiver of quavers,
no saviors of silence,
but if some sap sullies our sister
we'll flatten him

you come from platinum
a blessed nest of nuance,
a quay of kindness,
finesse, fineness ~
savvy sophistication, subtlety
a quaint saint I ain't

then poise met noise
you became my bible;
undeniable, heavy sighable, 
unclassifiable ~
indescribable


Written 12 Feb 2021

Night Fall

Dust decays the minds remains,
sullies clarity while slow it stains-
Slow it stalls each calm refrain
scowls so deep my new disdain.

Cloudless day, yet chill surrounds,
then quiet falls upon the grounds-
Eases silence until all around
I’m lost among the words I found.

Gathering close the gloom foretells
echoes of the church-yard bells-
Quiet then both the vale and dell
so quickly, so sudden, so it fell.

Stark the darkness heavily weighs
dances resolutely thus it stays-
Along grey gravel does it play
then dead to earth it kills the day.

Stalks away and leaves unkind
unravels deeds, stops the mind-
Once taut now the heart so finds
purpose loosened it slow unwinds.

Fade cold sun beyond the trees!
Rush to earth upon your knees-
So small, so small you are to me
still stoic though, your majesty.


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Undercurrent of Melancholy

Undercurrent of Melancholy


                               beneath yawning ribs time-eaten bay sinks
                                      down the sea-poose of the blues
                                             carrying somber hues
                                   mind reverberates with the fall of ice
                                    sullies tramp down a stuffed soul
                                              ushering in smolder
                                 against it come the menacing thunders
                                   through the world not left at peace 
                                           and spin old memories








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Winter Blues

As the Sun sulks in a somber place,
flakes of alabaster mask His face.
And like banshees crying out all alone,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.

Freezing temps take the fun out of play;
when blustery winds won't blow away.
And depression sullies days of snow;
fearing Winter will never let go.

Blanketing earth in a white duvet;
color is absent from Nature's cache.
And while geese flee this barren landscape,
life hunkers down if it can't escape.

Salt and slush coat the city today;
in dull hues of melancholy gray.
And skyscrapers anchor clouds of mist;
stifling the air as flurries persist.

Spiraling thoughts let sadness take hold;
driven by merciless months of cold.
And city folks recall winters past;
dampening hopes this weather won't last.

Controlling the Urge To Control

To always have control, 
Live on deserted isle 
No one to interrupt your sleep, 
No one to ever judge your smile. 

But give up your control
And hear words children sing,
You might just find a stranger's smile 
Can be worth more than anything. 

When you are in control,
Friends always disappoint,
And insignificant events
Can put your nose clear out of joint.

When you give up control
You're free to meet the day,
A shower doesn't bring you down, 
And you participate in play.... 

The urge to keep control
Destroys your holidays
Shows fear that’s bottled up inside
And sullies pray’r when God you praise.

But give up your control
And just enjoy God’s plan
Give trembling brain a needful rest,
And trust instead God’s love for man!

Brian Johnston
Sept. 10, 2014

Four Frogs

How can we sleep tonight?
Distant thunder raids our land
How can we sleep on green?
Smoking heavens curse us
And earth takes us in
We see the flight of the night
Death sullies our door
The street is blurred outlines
And we are still four.

The sullen planets get their day
The spiky wind blows 
The desert sands are heat and dirt
Skin to skin and heart to heart
We are in death throes
In the east the irate sun broods
We wander off into the woods
In frozen heart moored to our trust
We tread on brave trampling our past
To reach and rest on destined shores
We frogs are all on fours

White Sails, Dark Souls

In the hold tears are shackled
White eyes stare dark corners
Bare breasts hang limpid
Humanity dowsed in sewage

The slaver pitches, rolls
Each wave a fathom from home
Each trough a deeper despair
The screams and creaks in rhyme

Lost souls ghost the gloom 
Living meat on planked beds
The stench of shame fills the air
The cry for God but no one there

The slaver ponders onwards
With its holds of sins
Black gold, worth in weight
Only time holds their fate

Bilges slurp of piss and degradation
Chains chatter, implore salvation
But the lash comes quick
Skin and hearts so easily broken

White sails on waves of shame
Sullies forth in evils name
Devil smiles at man's behaviour
And fortunes gained on slave labour

On the quay in lines they stand
Commodity of a human brand
And brand they will, darkened skin
With each mark a white man's sin

Dark these pages of history
Have we travelled in our thinking
Just how far have we come
The nettle of conscience does it sting
As racism still festers in the heart
White sails still float waves of shame

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