Best Begged Poems
When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky
When thirsty Earth cries, for much needed rain
Sky beams ever brighter, said not again.
Why cry thus to me, ask your mortal men,
they steal your bounty and live in dark sin?
Earth heard and let out more desperate moans
Sky rumbled back, no rain in clear tones.
Earth begged oceans and forests to plead
please ask brother Sky to fill our great need.
Again Sky answered with angrier sounds
told Earth, stop men from going out of bounds.
Earth moaned louder and then pleaded some more
asking Sky, some rain please, this I implore.
Later Earth and brother Sky came to terms
rains came so heavy, it woke sleeping worms!
R.J. Lindley
August 12th, 1974
Sonnet,( Native American Tale)
Inspired by a story that my Native American grandfather told me
when I was about 9/10 years old.
I BEGGED YOU TO STOP
You see me already sitting at the corner
heads down unto folded arms, bent on knees...
When tears and cries, all that left to say
still, your tongue is as sharp as a wooden ax,
slowly cutting me like that of a CT scan.
Sobs, groans rocked and rolled earthquake in my bones,
I beg hard for you dear mother to stop. STOP!
but sadly, you didn't... You didn't...
Left to right you again whipped me with shouts,
your eyes mad like that of a lion ready to devour.
Frightened, the most I can do is to stare down,
beholding my two pained, beaten bruised legs,
knees shaking despite my hands holding them tight,
also my fingertips dance in terror.
Again, I beg hard for you dear mother to stop
but traumatic, you are there but you aren't listening...
Like the disturbed tidal waves of the sea,
your palms non-stop lapping hard: thud! thud!
Even your digits keep on squeezing my skin.
A cheap make-up colored red and black
are scattered free all over my flesh,
except for some purple spheres in my wrists.
I beg hard for you dear mother to stop
but all your eyes mirror is remorse...
Stop! Please, please Stop!
but you never stop
only
my breathing stopped.
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O.E. Guillermo
10:01 pm , June 17, 2015
Honesty begged an answer
from me it asked impossibility
Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth, almost benign
Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure
Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood-drenched the lids of eyes
Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade
Sometimes best to hear a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
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Limerick : Once an Orphan begged at the Town Hall
Once an Orphan begged at the Town Hall
The Mayor thought he had better bawl
So he had him bawled out
And nearly used his clout
When the Orphan bawled : « See ! Who wants it all ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I sit on this park bench rain pouring down,
people hurrying by, with umbrellas up
going to and from the shops in town,
sitting here with my dog, I'm holding a cup
a little girl watched by her protective mother
approached me with her small hand clasped
into my cup she drops a coin then another
She looks at me and smiles, happy? she asked,
with a tear in my eye, due to her compassion,
I'm cold, wet, hungry, smelly, no, not happy
then looking into my cup with anticipation
what I saw didn't disappoint, I'm a lucky chappie,
not a coin but a locket with an amazing picture
a picture of my late wife, she was my soul mate,
I looked up, I had a feeling of being much richer
the girl and her mother were going through the gate
I felt at peace, warm, dry, clean and content,
next to me wasn't my dog but my beautiful wife
then I came to realise this wonderful event,
we were together again in heaven to start a new life.
11/29/2016
The light was dim, the corner was damp
In the darkness sat a beggar
An empty bowl beside,with a small lamp.
The clock on the tower was showing nine
At night; the beggar looked
And shivered, the breeze was blowing fine.
The streets were deserted, not a soul,
The beggar looked down
And sighed, not a coin in his bowl.
The lamp, deprived of oil,started flickering,
Now both darkness and dampness,
Oh! What a life he was enduring!
Ragged and tattered, no shelter or food,
Nobody now to beg to,
On the pavement now, nobody stood.
Leaning against a cold mossy wall,
He closed his eyes, and
In the land of dreams, he started to fall.
All of a sudden, there were sound of boots,
The beggar opened his eyes;
Two men coming, in the most elegant suits.
A sudden joy rushed through his mind
If only something to get
Maybe they'd be less harsh, more kind.
And so he managed to call one of them
And asked for a coin -
But, surprisingly today, his head hung in shame.
The two looked at him with plain faces
And he felt like being beaten
By a hundred maces.
And when he managed to look up,
They had gone -
The two of them, without a trace, had gone.
And he looked at his bowl,
Nothing...nothing...
Except, only one one coin of gold!
Awestruck, Fascinated, Amazed
He poised over his new possession,
By its shine, he was dazed!
But then, in an instance, he felt again -
Was that coin for him
A boon or a bane?
Would it urge him to create
A better world for himself -
Or would it throw him into
The shackles of greed and mistake?
My eyes cried and begged
Just as gulls begged
When missed the last wave
Flew high and absent
Behind the frontier
My eyes cried and the years
Fell apart in front of my eyes
While I am spinning, spinning
And cold will kill me
If the dawn came late and
Rooster - fell into sleep and my
Mom forgot to light up "tanour"
Oh fatigue beds,
Oh swarms Gulls,
Oh the smell of hot bread
How "tanour" extinguished!
How my Mom died!
How light turned off, in the house?
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Sassing the night
As it took flight.
"Too soon!" I cried,
Yet it did not linger,
Drifting into dawn,
Soon you were gone...
The dream ended!
Cynthia
HONESTY BEGGED ANSWER
HONESTY begged an answer
from me it asked impossibility
Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth -- almost benign
Thunder split the world within
;first a crack then a fissure
old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood drenched the lids of eyes
Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade
Sometimes best to hear a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
-- // --
I don't havea clue where I'll be tomorrow,
Feel I'm living on time begged, stolen and borrowed.
This path I am on as it twists and it turns,
Has me searching for answers,
Yet, finding more questions,
And very hard lessons to learn.
The me that I was, no longer exists,
The world that defined me, no longer is.
Everything's gone, it has all disappeared,
In the blink of an eye, I alone stand here.
Each moment now a cruel facade,
Of a life I knew, of a world that was.
The people, the places all gone away,
And I wish to God I could please buy back yesterday.
So my journey continues as I slowly move on,
Destiny has dealt her fate.
Leaving me broken, and oh, so alone,
In a shattered, confused state.
I don't have a clue where I'll be tomorrow,
Feel I'm living on time begged, stolen and borrowed.
Form:
Our art teacher was half our age
He had his job because his father was Hubie,
As head art teacher.
Our guy, Mr.D was a newbie
Mr D begged us to put our latest paintings in the art show.
Kathy and I did this immediately to help him out and a possible win.
Nellie, our carmate who had talked nonstop about how great hers was
Said “No.”
I kept begging her and begging her so she finally gave in.
Mr D was overjoyed. He ran to the judges with our 3 paintings.
Came back with one. Apparently Nellie’s did not make the cut
Her face got red she glared at me and she clamped up her mouth.
If you think the 79 mile ride home was fun...anything but.
She begged and pleaded for him to let go
"You're hurting me," she said, and he said, "NO!"
She begged and pleaded for him to please quit
The more she cried, the more she got hit
She begged and pleaded, "Please don't do this to me,"
He unzipped his pants, and did it anyway
She begged and pleaded to "Please just stop"
He said, "I told you I'd show you I get what I want"
She cried no, but he did it any way
She cried no, but he didn't care
Safe at home
She sits alone
Begging and Pleading for this to be a dream
Begging and Pleading, "this is not what it seems"
She realizes it happened,
She sits, she cries
She blames herself,
Inside, she dies
Form:
Duration
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Section VIIII-VVIII of
Article 2B under Chapter IV
Predispositions and Urges
A.....The instructions to
love with affectionate Quality
in such performances
B.....Various formats and
genres requires content
definition that word usage
is often rhymned for the
rhymers sake.
(changing phrases often
allow word usage to folk
who wish decent content)
C.....A Deep passionate and
affectionate tone set for
two people
D.....In a number of perspectives
where the recipient meeting
certain expectations or rules
E.....where one might feel
trapped or feeling that they will
only receive love based on their
actions(might there deeds may
never receive award or reward)
may be associated with
disappointment or frustration.
F....Critical thinking skills
should be used to avoid being
deceived
G. Recitatives and Bel Canto
Aficionado-an intense emotion state
characterized by a strong sence of
affection.