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From the green fields of youth
Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth,
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destiny's unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filed, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,
yet, despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destiny's unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filed, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,
yet, despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
a backward glance on life.
Y R
Y R those Dervishes always seen whirling
Y R most thoughts oft so provoking
Y R Waikiki waves always curling
Y R guns so often left smoking
Y R hydrants all turned in to fire
Y R offenses intended by the criminal
Y R those barbs unbendingly barbed wire
Y R hidden messages thought so subliminal
Y R we seized with days Carpe diem
Y R lights northern borealis of aurora
Y R we then French-kissed to je t'aime
Y R lives on Earth this fauna and flora
Y R days visions a beautiful aesthetic
Y R souls rhapsodies a license poetic
© agoodguy2have 2011-04-20
Y R most thoughts oft so provoking
Y R Waikiki waves always curling
Y R guns so often left smoking
Y R hydrants all turned in to fire
Y R offenses intended by the criminal
Y R those barbs unbendingly barbed wire
Y R hidden messages thought so subliminal
Y R we seized with days Carpe diem
Y R lights northern borealis of aurora
Y R we then French-kissed to je t'aime
Y R lives on Earth this fauna and flora
Y R days visions a beautiful aesthetic
Y R souls rhapsodies a license poetic
© agoodguy2have 2011-04-20
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Questions of letters to betters...renaissance child
cry out now young mindful progeny
we know each, as other knows self
be born again of like homogeny
symbiotic parallel in and of itself
the child is like the man before
from deep in loin so procreated
what came today from days of yore
with keen anticipation was awaited
you young renaissance child hold
what the before do dream to become
aspirations from parents do unfold
for your life futures time to come
the beloved possibility of newborn
undo laments of parents timeworn
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-21
we know each, as other knows self
be born again of like homogeny
symbiotic parallel in and of itself
the child is like the man before
from deep in loin so procreated
what came today from days of yore
with keen anticipation was awaited
you young renaissance child hold
what the before do dream to become
aspirations from parents do unfold
for your life futures time to come
the beloved possibility of newborn
undo laments of parents timeworn
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-21
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Posted: Mar 2011
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online today!A Hidden World
Hiding in tall grasses a world unseen
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Rediscovering an incredible abundence of life right out there in a field of tall grass, a hidden world which 99.9 % of us have maybe never seen...well perhaps since our own childhood.We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
If thou loved, then love's not lost,
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.online today!Reflections in Nature
With sadness looking around each corner
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope
Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed
Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise
Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope
Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed
Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise
Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.online today!Odontoceti (Lady Morgana's Challenge)
Hiding low my deep voice in depth of sound
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores
Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal
Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser
Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores
Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal
Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser
Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
A little hint perhaps in the title????online today!Mannequin Who Loves
She stood so statuesque with gazing eyes
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face
Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day
Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes
The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face
Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day
Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes
The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??online today!One Warm Glow
How warmly a'glow your fire greets me well
Just around the bend and seein' me home
Those lovely curled swirls of smoke rising s'well
Over blankets of snow's coverin' dome
For in that sweet odour born of the woods
Many a'whole days I trudged its timber
Bucksawed and stacked neat in an ol' woodshed
Countless swings of axe make me so limber
Lo' in wind drifts over meadows swagger
With these footsteps my perilous travel
Deep into snow's softin' crust I stagger
That last longest mile I dare not cavil
The fresh smell of stew in a pot simmerin'
Hanging over your soft coals shimmerin'
Just around the bend and seein' me home
Those lovely curled swirls of smoke rising s'well
Over blankets of snow's coverin' dome
For in that sweet odour born of the woods
Many a'whole days I trudged its timber
Bucksawed and stacked neat in an ol' woodshed
Countless swings of axe make me so limber
Lo' in wind drifts over meadows swagger
With these footsteps my perilous travel
Deep into snow's softin' crust I stagger
That last longest mile I dare not cavil
The fresh smell of stew in a pot simmerin'
Hanging over your soft coals shimmerin'
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Much about rural life is living off the land..and in the forest there connects a winter's chore of cutting trees to a spring chore of splitting wood and stacking over a summer to dry...and then burning logs again the next winter season; as seasons wrap around seasons.online today!Common Dandelion (Yankee's Challenge)
How great you are the mighty lion's tooth
Emerging through the mottled winter kill
Bursts into life so many blooms of youth
Lying your yellow carpet down the rill
In these longer hours for daylight to pass
Just below the ridge running wild with ease
Happens at once the snowdrift melts alas
Change mindless dullards into swarming bees
A springtime welcome sign like no other
Gives up sweet nector make hives of honey
Such a gift to give our earthly mother
Greater your gold than glitter of money
When your aging blooms turn to hollow globes
Watching wind blow your parachuted robes
Emerging through the mottled winter kill
Bursts into life so many blooms of youth
Lying your yellow carpet down the rill
In these longer hours for daylight to pass
Just below the ridge running wild with ease
Happens at once the snowdrift melts alas
Change mindless dullards into swarming bees
A springtime welcome sign like no other
Gives up sweet nector make hives of honey
Such a gift to give our earthly mother
Greater your gold than glitter of money
When your aging blooms turn to hollow globes
Watching wind blow your parachuted robes
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
The dandelion is a flower that I admire. It reflects brightly upon my youth. We would pluck it many flowers answering such important questions of the day like ''she's loves me or she love's me not"....or link its stems together into proud necklaces. It reminds of how something so simple and yet so common (enough to be called an invasive, noxious weed by 'The Purists') can also be so useful and colorful and welcomed by many other creatures..including me for making some delicious wine that I use mostly for cooking and also tenderizing meat.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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