Ibrahim saw Abraham try to spit
But about the rudeness thought not a bit:
Herdsman coarsely attacked with a spittle
And it had no meaning or just little,
Whereas it was Abraham’s wished battle
Against his teeming hundred cattle
just placidly grazing on his farmland,
For gratitude discharging dung on sand!
Ibrahim, the black like burnt kettle,
Would, confronted, give a fight of mettle
And might, at last, on farmland just settle,
Abraham leaving to helpless rattle
On a subject of stampede by cattle
And Lord God knows that’s as bad as fatal…
With each fresh eye contact fresh spittle:
Abraham for big ones not little;
For the sure- to- fight Ibrahim herdsman
whom no folk might ever beat man to man.
Categories:
trespass, animal, business, places, violence,
Form: Rhyme
The final springing of the year
May well decay, anon, I fear;
The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then,
I've marked my three score years and ten.
The morning's fire has lit my days
And led astray in many ways.
But twilight dun will trespass when
I glean my three score years and ten.
Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer
About the springtide of the year;
And should I pray, as e'er I sleep,
My three score years and ten to keep.
Categories:
trespass, age, old, self,
Form: Rhyme
Walk away the hurt
Hold against the pain
To evaporate
See yourself steaming
Plumes rise as tears fall
The wound you hide
Burdens buried
Adjourn today's
Guilty trespass
Solitude
Serves just one
Embrace more
Open
New doors
Heal
written 5-16-2020
'Diminished Hexaverse' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
trespass, angst, hurt,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
There once lived a servant sort of in a way like you and I
In bills he couldn't make a dent no matter how hard he'd try
He even owed the King and this was his greatest debt of all
A very worrisome thing and then he finally received that call
He had to repay it all or lose all his possessions and go to jail
On his knees he would fall, as before the king he did wail
The king having mercy forgave the debt in setting him free
So filled with glee for in his wildest dreams this he couldn't see
And going about his way he seen someone that owed him money
The amount so little to say that it would have been almost funny
As this servant too pleaded begging so not to be thrown in prison
His plea going unheeded in mercy for this debtor there'd be none
Yet the other servants had seen and went back to tell the king
How could he be so mean after going through the same thing
So the king called him back demanding his debt now be paid
If it is Mercy you lack you know not the waters that you wade
Luke 6:37
Judge not, and you will not be judged;
condemn not, and you will not be condemned;
forgive, and you will be forgiven;
Categories:
trespass, forgiveness, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
eyes meet, the intimate adore
face to face, lips gently brush
desire delivered in the click of a lock
hands clutched around your neck
the shock, the tightening hold
a gripping strength, a slow squeeze
the mind dazed, the hunt to breathe
hardwired impulse, the raw surging force
reaching, touching, clawing a hands grip
the steadfast capture, enforcing an iron reap
the heat and hiss of a monster, slices in your ear
tears fall for God’s wretched care
dry upon your cheek, the final kiss
the silent suffocation, an impression so sincere
pain defends the will to see and breathe clear
aware adorns the eyes, in pictures of reminisce
the danger of your kiss, the pace in your violent embrace
the power of your stare, hands fast on my neck
viselike is the hold, so I can feel reborn
to stand on the furthest edge
and trespass into the abyss
planted deep, thriving sweet
growing, entangled in a reach
extending into many more
beneath a shallow surface
there is no abyss, I am the abyss
the abyss resides inside me
flourishing in the darkness
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
trespass, abuse, allegory, allusion, conflict,
Form: Prose Poetry
You have died a thousand deaths since the day you invaded the gentle, passive
meadows in which I walk upon.
You thrust your evil hand on my pristine petals, eroding the beauty that once lay in
your view.
You ravaged the garden of peace, and left it a field of complacency.
You congratulated yourself for the prisoner of war you conquered, but I have won
because my Oleander petals will ensure your demise.
Categories:
trespass, angst, depression, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse