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Spirit Walking
When walking aimless down an old dirt road
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I am embellishing the sense of a vagabond hippie (my alter ego) taking a journey down an old logging road only experiencing what nature comes along his path and allowing this nature to nurture a weary soul and freeing some spirit to walk along with me ....
Memories (Lucy's challenge)
The hilltops covered in pristine white snow
Sunlight glistening off silver tipped peaks
And yet nature’s beauty does not show
As much elegance as your body speaks
The corners of your mouth rise up to smile
A light in your eyes brighter than the sun
All the time spent in your arms so worthwhile
A magical feeling compared to none
I capture moments in my heart to save
To hold me through times when you are not there
For your loving touch is all that I crave
When life’s priorities leave none to spare
So now I sit with memories in mind
Waiting to create more of the same kind
Sunlight glistening off silver tipped peaks
And yet nature’s beauty does not show
As much elegance as your body speaks
The corners of your mouth rise up to smile
A light in your eyes brighter than the sun
All the time spent in your arms so worthwhile
A magical feeling compared to none
I capture moments in my heart to save
To hold me through times when you are not there
For your loving touch is all that I crave
When life’s priorities leave none to spare
So now I sit with memories in mind
Waiting to create more of the same kind
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I have always struggled with the sonnet, but can't resist a good challenge.Border Wars (A Kickit Challenge)
A thousand steps walking a crooked fence
Meanders across a craggy rock strewn field
This boundary only makes little sense
A clumsy border to keep one's eyes peeled
Tufts of grass ring the badly cratered ground
Jagged shards of twisted steel lie in rust
Only a monstrous waste of life be found
Threads in between the warring tribes of trust
If only glory could walk a fabled past
Across a barbed and razor sharpenned wire
Would anyone give hope for peace to last
A much better reason for a cease fire
When borders cease to create a barrier
Indeed the whole world becomes merrier
Meanders across a craggy rock strewn field
This boundary only makes little sense
A clumsy border to keep one's eyes peeled
Tufts of grass ring the badly cratered ground
Jagged shards of twisted steel lie in rust
Only a monstrous waste of life be found
Threads in between the warring tribes of trust
If only glory could walk a fabled past
Across a barbed and razor sharpenned wire
Would anyone give hope for peace to last
A much better reason for a cease fire
When borders cease to create a barrier
Indeed the whole world becomes merrier
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by Kickit's openning line...which happenned to be fortuitouspentameter for my fav sonnet style....my poem envisions a disputed border fence as a symbol of mistrust....
Back to Earth
So fair and fickle as a full grown child
Youth is captured in your radiant smile
A name you chose to become more styled
Is masking what you've been known for awhile
When fame and fortune replacing your soul
Is not something you ever consider
Why wonder why life is out of control
When you sell life to the highest bidder
The limelight glows on the stage you enter
For turning back is out of the question
A spotlight shines on you front and center
And accounts for your manic depression
When fame sets you apart from the masses
Time to take off those rose colored glasses
Youth is captured in your radiant smile
A name you chose to become more styled
Is masking what you've been known for awhile
When fame and fortune replacing your soul
Is not something you ever consider
Why wonder why life is out of control
When you sell life to the highest bidder
The limelight glows on the stage you enter
For turning back is out of the question
A spotlight shines on you front and center
And accounts for your manic depression
When fame sets you apart from the masses
Time to take off those rose colored glasses
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Just be yourself for goodness sake because you'll neverfool anyone trying to be somebody you're not.
To a Lady.
Through many a fertile glimmering glade,
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet to the best of womanhood.Some Summer Eve
Take a beachside stroll on a starlit night
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Much scenery and nature on the edge of our lake with the moon and stars all ablaze...rising over so many mountain peaks on a summer eve....New England.Sweet Summer Rain
Now many hot days and dry earth repeat
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflecting on those anxious days when the new emerging plants are so tender so early in the growing season and watching the sky for clouds...and all the abundent wildlife for signs.....of sweet summer rain.....Penniless Bench
With a broken body and broken mind
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once servedin wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all
too true.....
Byegone London.
It was a time when local dialects rang,
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet on construction, highlighting how we all too often? wax lyrical about bygone days, yet in general, it was far from the truth, hopefully, the closing couplet focuses the condradiction to the previous twelve lines.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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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.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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