Winter at times became a paradise lost-and-found
I recall huddling over a static, crackling old radio
News announcement: School canceled tomorrow!.....
The yard oh my the yard, buried in a blanket of quiet
Even the fence posts wear tilted, funny white hats
Rabbit and sparrow tracks in the snow...
I t’s in an Autumn kiss I feel again
N ostalgic yearning for the yet-to-be.
A wakened, I’m released from the mundane.
N o other kiss inspires so magically
A s fall’s! I breathe her colors in and sigh. . . .
U nleashed, I soar with leaves, for it’s a thrill
T o taste the wind and dance into the sky.
U nclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
M isgivings come to me. Then down I float.
N aive as always, I’ve been led by this
K iss, for now a melancholy note
I s drifting through a mist. Farewell to bliss.
S oon winter will embrace me though I know
S eduction comes less easily by snow.
An Acrostic in Sonnet form, Written Aug. 26, 2012
for Francine Roberts' Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam
Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation
All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory
Smiles like his have become few and far between
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys
Cease! And school begins for girls and for boys.
Holidays in the winter and the spring,
Outdoors sports: football, baseball and swim team.
Old friends and new friends are joined together.
Laughter and learning gifts of forever-
Ding. Dong. Ding. Go inside. It’s time to spell.
Arithmetic. Reading. Writing. DO TELL!
Youngsters when asked what they like to do best.
Simply answer, of course, “We love recess!”
Contributing Poets: (Listed in alphabetical order) Carol Brown, Deborah Guzzi, Carrie
Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen, and
Sharon Weimer (We did it!)
Twisting the Misery around his Finger,
He walks to an isolated place.
Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He
Offers himself to the Earth.
Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a
Deceased Love Permeate his senses.
Meagrely He closes his eyes,
Night time captures the Sun and
Sinks into Sand. Darkness,
Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface
Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light,
Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist.
Peace is With Him, For Now, He
So....you show your frozen face?
Nipping on my face and feet
Oh, to find a warmer place
Where the sun melts this white sheet
Frosty ground, and white adorn
Alas, I feel this darkness, cold
Live this dreary, dreary morn
Longing for the sunlights hold
Snow upon my blue grass land
Drifts of chill where I now stand
On streets that once held sunlight
Wishing for Springs gentle hand
Needing now, the blue sky, bright
O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my
Y outh is that
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.
B ermuda is a place of
E xceptions in that as of course the world economy is changing, that for a small island
it is still one of the
R ichest nations on the Earth!
M any of the people you might see on the street, if any, are not poor; but, because of the
U nbelievably high cost of living has to
D eal with finding a roof over their head hard.
A lso, while some things might have come to the
I sland a little later than the states, we are not a barefoot, backwoods people
T hat don't know anything and are in constant awe of the
S treams of people who visit us.
Y ou tourists are graced with an island and a people
O f beauty, Godly fear, and an
U nbelievable strength that has fought off one natural disaster
A fter another.
N o other island is graced with our beautiful pink-sanded beaches.
D iversity is reached with people from South America, Europe, the Azores, North America, as
M any other islands and nations.
E ach and every house, as well as it people are "cemented in colour and everlasting pride"!
(The acrostic spells out a song that I used to sing constantly when I was little.)
Alluring Fall dew upon spider silk,
Unerringly takes me back to my youth.
To a time of those magical days,
Uncanny, how the heart follows suit,
Melting away the years with each beat.
Nostalgic images of playing in leaves,
Melds with the draw of freshly baked goods, while
Earthly scents, sweetly perfume the crisp breeze.
Mom and Grandma, the house they'd transform, with
Ornamental gourds in willow baskets,
Red maple leaves nestled in with pine cones,
Intricately quilted, down filled blankets.
Every Autumn, I take that long stroll,
Steeped in memories formed deep in my soul.
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Had a Hello Kitty T-shirt not that long ago
Even, a backpack with Kitty holding a flower
Lots of pens and pads adored my desk
Loved that cute little cat, really I did
Overtime, I had to grow up, sadly
Kitty is for kids, so it is said
Instead, I now have the real thing
The fat one is called Pearl Kitty
The skinny one is called Violet Kitty
Yes, I kept the backpack, it was just too cute
January 19, 2012
For the Hello Kitty Contest
R oses and rainbows
E veryday being better then the last
M aking love like there was no tomorrow
E njoying the world you live in
M aking plans for your first born
B ehaving like a child once again
E ngaging in talk of yesterdays
R eally living for the day
I wrote this poem in 2007 and am posting it for
you all to read. Do you REMEMBER these things?
Sometimes I sit in wonder,
All the stories
I so fondly
Remember from Uncle
Walter; telling me
About his experiences during WWII, oh so many
There were so many stories of considerable note but
Only the ones where he danced with many of
Those movie “starlets” at the
“Hollywood Canteen” still brings joy to my heart for him.
Each time he was there, many of those beautiful women
Sought his handsome and genteel 6’4” company on the dance floor.
Then out of the hundreds of G.I’s on the dance floor,
Ava Gardner ran up to him saying “Hello Walter, I saw you when you came in the door!”
Receiving a permanent war disability and never married, Walter made it to 2011.
Somehow, I want to believe Walter and Ava are now dancing on the stairway to heaven.
By John Trusty for the acrostic, “stairway to the stars” contest.
This a true story about the second of many more times Walter danced with Ava Gardner at the “Hollywood Canteen.” Walter must have been one hell of a memorable dancer.
Brave hearted, an ambitious soul
Raving beauty, tip of the knoll
Intellectually tops the poll
Thoughtful friend, able to console
Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll
New adventures in her life stroll
Exceptional, she has big goals
Yearns for actions that make her whole
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong. I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts. This is, truly, a special community.
Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.
The Angel I Knew
Skin so fair like snow as no comparison
With hair so wild and eyes which shows,
somewhat sad and yet fear-ish glow.
How long do you plan to keep me
by your side?
Under you spell by sound of voice,I fall
to my knees for you.Batter,broken and scared
Yet even betrayed I'll stay by your side loyal
and proud foremost happy. As I stand by your
Side I look into your eyes.
The turning leaves rain upon your head.
The worse be I captivated by you.With your
Snowy white skin
Wild hair and twilighted eyes
You spread your angelica wings,you took off leaving me
But with beautiful memories,So that I never forget
Well see each other again.
But for now
Your The Angel I once Knew
Picnic blanket, breeze caught, and spread out on the grassy hill.
Adults only on nostalgia trip roll down bank and spin as a top
Rays of sunshine shoot out from the bottom of
Turquoise edged cloud, which hovers over the cliff side rocks
Youthful exuberances displayed in kite swirling formation
Tasting picked berries and collecting them for later to put them in
Iced buns and lemonade taken down to the naturist beach area
moorings which have boats for hire and voting which one of
either group would be the first to strip off au natural
Sun sets on the horizon, deepening to an amber hue in it's final beauty
Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun
Newly wed romance in the November sun
From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales
Azure the sky and green the vales
Tantalizing melodies in the afternoon air
Unaware of love lingering everywhere
Against the backdrop of a cloudless sky
The snow capped mountain stands so high
Infatuation or love? A beautiful sight
Oblivious of day turning into night
Nostalgia enters, and music plays in the moonlight.
L ife without you is not the same
O ut in the dark alone
S till hear the echo of your name
T aunted by the unknown
L ost without your loving touch
O nly you can give to me
V oid now, I miss you so much
E veryone can see
All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal
Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest artisan hands
existing, cocooned, in the quiet of her living room, an urban museum...
A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.
Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.
Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.
written as an anagram for
Come swing closed the shutter and lock the door
For here I shall long for life no more,
Until those things held captive by mortal man
May oft lay hidden and condemned
The castles do crumble through a million days
Back to the stones from where they came,
And the child we loved shall age and wither
Before our maturing eyes
And now the silence, not of the night
Nor a wind through this windows crack,
Where the shutter creaks on its broken hinge
The quiet of the evening is spent
H ere you are
E ntering my life
L ike a ghost from the past.
L ong lost and found again
O ccluding the present.
C ome,colour my canvas mind again with your white ink,
O pen up those horizons for another flight~~
N ostalgic,melancholic and sublime,
S ing again those pleasant serenades
T ranquilizing my mind with soft words,
A nd let me see the world through those eyes
N esting a bird called sorrow,
C arelessly leaving its impression in my mind
E verlasting and almost eternal.
By:kashinath karmakar (10th January, 2012)
On soft rug rest two legs of the chair…
Headache with two legs in the air
A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS.
There is nothing to say
no complaints no gratitude,
Your aptitude is right but
its hindering your attitude!
A glass was my page-
you were my water I thought,
Your love was a sorrowful battle
with tears I fought!!
Every drop of tear
that wet my eyes,
I hid with smiles
beneath my cries!
You were the amazing rolling
waves of the sea that help to sail,
I forgot the same waves turn
monstrous and the sailors do fail!!
There was a time when
you had nothing beside you,
A bucket of tears and
the company of devils in your crew,
There were tears in your eyes
and a passion of compassion,
The tears turned into laughter
and so changed your fashion!!
Let me recall today although
what is done for others must be forgotten,
When you were wet I soaked
your tears and did swell like the cotton,
When the burden of sorrow
overlapped your heart-I was the button,
But when prosperity knocks
men lock their rooms and draw the curtain!!
Who remembers the world beyond the window,
Who cares for the candles when the bulbs glow,
Who remembers the teardrops when they laugh,
Who cares for a muffler when they have the scarf??
Oh girl you forgot your tears
were not yours they were our,
Oh girl you forgot you were
not my weakness you’re my power,
Oh girl you forgot the drops of rain
is purer than the shower,
Oh girl you forgot a garden
is not garden without the flower!!
Just look outside your window
the love bees are sad to see us part,
The bulbs may glow your room
but the candle brightens your heart,
The laughter echoes in the air
but the teardrops paint your memory,
The scarf may be expensive
but the old muffler will serve you for free!!
Those drops of tears that’ve
evaporated are calling us back again,
The sky is gradually darkening
and reuniting the drops of rain,
The Garden of Eden is scentless
and the flowers are numb to bloom,
And the curtain is explosive
to open and brighten our room!!
I feel a strong sensation
in me to reunite,
And relive the days
that’ve gone out of sight,
But the garden will not rejoice
unless the bees hum and the flowers bloom,
And the flowers will bloom only
if you hold my hand and walk out of your room!!
Once we are together we’ll go
back into our lovely loving phase,
And once the grasses grow-
the cows will certainly come to graze,
And once the flowers bloom
there will soon be humming of the bees,
And again there will be joy in little things-
in candles, mufflers and trees!!
Beneath the golden sunset two lovers watch the skies.
Embraces race straight to the heart where true love lay.
Arise, oh, soul and sing; great joy brings this surprise.
“Charming,” held me on the beach; my prince passed life's way.
Hopefulness bequeathed sweet tears to delighted dreamy eyes.
Beneath the night-lights in the sky, a million twinkles sparked.
Loneliness was chased away; sorrows succumbed to daze.
Alluring dreams and tenderness anticipated; trust embarked.
Neolithic passion paved the way into my heart, oh, happy days.
Kisses and caresses tattooed two souls with love's eternal mark.
Everlastingly life, now shared, grows, friendship still ablaze.
Together, walking winding roads through hardships and fairways.
Before the sunrise burst the dream, blankets blew in sand.
Interspersed reality saw tomorrow amid floating clouds.
Nonetheless, a princess dreamed; her prince led her by the hand.
Great, now, is the memory of an envisioned certainty.
Optimisms saved the day when “Happily-ever-after” came my way.
© July 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for: "BEACH BLANKET BINGO"
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Beauty and Pride you have gotten even when the road is rough
Oh! Ordinarily, I can’t hold it because you are indeed a substance of emulation at your age.
Seductive and glamorous which other words can I use
Elegant, your taste is high and I love it
Dedicative, you are not workaholic but you take care of everything to avoid lapses
Eminent, your presence is like that of a crowned queen. My princess you are a rare gem.
I love you.
Kings may come, kings may go,
I go on forever.
Letters in a constant flow,
Recording each endeavour.
On the walls and in the halls
You may find that I vex,
Waxing tall or shrinking small
And alternating sex.
Seas I ford, I go abroad
Heeding my vocation,
Evading eyes and compromise,
Resourceful, I claim all disguise,
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, and stars I beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done& for another, on ganjain I count upon.