Best Rhyme Royal Poems
My love is gone, but he has not gone far.
I see his golden locks in waves of wheat,
the blaze of his blue eyes in each bright star;
in dewy blooms of red, his lips so sweet;
his smile in morning sun I rise to greet.
Oh, whether it be day or night, I swear
I see my wondrous lover everywhere!
His scent is with me too, for I inhale
him as I walk through woods of tall pine trees.
I taste him in fresh rain, and I can tell
that he is near me when a summer breeze
caresses me; my mind can be at ease!
For though he’s gone, I know my love will be
In beauty evermore surrounding me.
He wrapped his arms around me
Never wanting to let go
I gently whispered in his ear
Daddy, when you coming home?
He said I'm off to battle today
To heal the wounded soldiers cries.
I don't know when or if I'll be back
The tears began to flood my eyes.
As father walked away
His smile, it did gleam.
His final words to me
Became but a nightmare within a dream.
The bomb rang out
Through the desert air.
When the dust did settle
They found father there.
The soldiers stood at attention
They saluted their brother goodbye,
And the eagle spread its wings
As a true American soldier, had died.
If you were to come to me Wow
In sight unseen before now
No longer just a vision of your smile
I would want to walk right up and
wrap my arms around you
Sigh and say ....
"Finally my life is complete"
I prayed that before heaven
we would meet
" I've Always Loved You
my precious soulmate"
You are my fate...
Oh your lips look so sweet
then you would sweep me off of my feet.
Solita R. Edge-Reed
North of Nottingham, there lies a wood
Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green
A barefoot Beauty, There she stood
The likes of which, the worlds not seen
A man observes, but undetected
Concealed up in The Major Oak
She drops her hood, quiet unexpected
Gently slipping off her cloak
This man, a thief, price on his head
Cannot resist his captive heart
In great danger, he gladly sheds
The massive tree's concealing art
You might conceive, this shocked the maiden
Confronted by a rogue so bold
But his eyes were so love laden
She touched his hand, he touched her soul
He leads her to his camp in secret
On the ground lie jewels and gold
But his eyes could never leave her
The greatest prize he ever stole
Autumn's desires
Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.
Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.
I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned
I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.
John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017
I question Adam’s hymn, O’ Holy Night,
while I retreat upstairs on Christmas Eve
comparing his to mine to fill the night:
His was a quill that spilled of quelling leaves,
of grace contrived to save the petty thieves
once hung from twigs composed of disbelief
condemned to hell for causing others grief.
His notes were angels on a snowy plain.
His words were lowing, pure, and eloquent.
His song, when sung, reminds of cleansing rain;
a prayer of praise for God’s embodiment:
For unto us, a Son, the Father sent,
whose death would cleanse the hearts of guilty men
whose path through life was one composed of sin.
And now I question: What’s defined as sin?
Is it to squeeze a heart that’s mostly innocent
and quell the rhythmic joy that beats within?
To steal my child, so pure and eloquent
and lock away my love’s embodiment?
A midnight hurr’cane sent to swell my pain
that leads to mourning Christmas once again?
Mine’s not a song it’s a SCREAM drenched in grief!
Where is MY daughter, god? Why did she leave?
My knees won’t budge for no more than a thief
who threatens damnation unless we believe!
But, there’s a calmness felt on Christmas Eve.
And when I’m back downstairs, it’s by His light
I pen this poem that I need to write.
Date: 11/24/2018
Contest: CHRISTMAS MOURNING
Sponsor: PS Awtry
The man of faith.
the man that will never has doubt in his mind;
the man that will be called "saint"
because of his clean heart and kind.
the man of faith.
the man that will always stand on his feet,
the man of hope;
the man that believe he will surely overcome the tempest and always defeat.
the man of faith.
the man that always believe and obey,
the man of meekness;
the man that never wandered and never stray.
the man of faith;
is the man with seal,
the man of honour;
the man that makes imaginations come to real.
Let my eyes celebrate the changing hues
When canopies display their lovely blends,
While leaves transform, embracing vivid views
Let colored leaves fly in fresh autumn winds.
As sweet summer's season slowly transcends
There's glory seen in a crimson sunrise.
Susurrate sounds make music in cool skies.
Steps hold cinnamon leaves in amber light
As days pass, in umber shades, they lay dead.
Pumpkin patches of fire welcome night
As Luna rises putting them to bed.
With silver clouds in lapis skies she's wed.
Harvesting seasoned saffron at its height,
Its ginger strands are part of fall's delight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
9-25-17
AUTUMN RHYME ROYAL Premier Contest - Second Place
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart |
Amber,Cinnamon,Crimson,Fire,Ginger,Pumpkin,Saffron,Umber
The Summer closes in an early Fall,
late August with the maples' leafy bleed.
Now crimson whispers echo sirens' call
of nascent frost, to nestle unborn seed,
to glow in fire, then ginger, and indeed,
though swans sing not the day on which they die,
the summer trills its blazing final cry.
9/15/17
The life that's long brings to a man a change
Of those traditions then to modern thrill.
May journeys, that we're staid, now rearrange
To open thoughts and chance for a new skill.
Does work march on by rules of a new drill?
The World turns man like marbles in a jar,
And leaves him searching for a perfect star.
A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.
A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.
A nation of democracy and old english style,but things sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.
An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.
Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.
See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.
Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro' panelled glass observes
As Lilibet, the rider, goes
At breakneck turns and curves.
The joy of youth deserves
A few such wild or reckless ways
Some pleasures in its days.
Her pony soon is waxing faint
(To him we lay no blame!)
She leads him to the arbour gate,
Now finished with her game.
Her sister calls her name.
A liv'ried lad bears horse away;
She runs to hear her sister say:
"Since Uncle had to abdicate,
Now Father rules the land.
Does that not mean it is your fate
As next in line to stand
As queen o'er British sand?"
"Yes, someday that may happen too."
Then Rose said this: "Poor you."
But Lilibet thought not that way,
She strengthened for the task;
Made ready for the coming day
And all that it would ask.
(It sure would be a tax
Becoming an authority,
Yet bound by law's decree.)
From duty's call she would not shrink;
The challenge she'd embrace.
Her high morale she'd not let sink,
But obstacles would face;
And God would give the grace
To yet be brave when dangers be,
And reign with equity.
{Lilibet was Elizabeth's nickname as a child among the Royal Family}
i dont ask for alot out of this world
just enough to bet by
im not trying to be a multi millionaire
just looking for a small peice of the pie
not trying to buy a great big castle
a simple house will do just fine
and maybe i dont need a limo
just a car that i can call mine
and all of that gold and jewelery
dont have to be hanging around my neck
as long as i can afford to pay my bills
and hold my head up with respect
i've never been that picky
i generally take what i can get
i just hate to be stressed
by living from check to check
forget about the jones's
who cares how they live
i'm just trying to keep my head above water
and not worrie about paying my next bill
and all the fame who needs
to be reconized everywhere they go
i just need to feel loved
by the few people i know
as long as i can afford the things i need
and feel everythings going to be alright
that's all it really takes for me
im ok with the simple life
Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave
and Loving Poetess Linda/PD
I’m roaming around in search of you
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel,
Your ubiquitous fragrance…
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real.
Where are you my midnight flowers?
My hope crumbles, I’m so consumed
Hold me close in darkness,
Show me your beauty, I’m so petrified
You are my inspiration, my only guide.
*****
Through my essences and fragrance
I hide under the most intransigent moon
Gazing of natural beauty and bloom
Come hold the pleasures of the unknown
Desires so tangible, you'll lurk every night
Above all, touching the night sky
When the lure of any commodity rises
I am there, awaiting the touch
Your eyes foil my soul, in blush
Perfumed by the redolent night,
--I seed to please you--
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Second Place
-more credits goes to my ever loving sis-bff, number 1 inspiration,
the super talented, also my forever most fave poetess, PD/Linda
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Judged: 9/2/2015
Sponsor: My greatest poet and ever loving collaborator, PD/Linda
Aug. 16, 2015
Beneath an amber shade
with a translucent hue.
Two hearts are joined as one
under the light of the moon.
Fireflies glowing,
within distant sight.
Landscaping beauty,
on this cool summers night.
Crickets are chirping
in the fields all around.
Not a word can explain the melody,
of this hypnotic sound.
On a blanket, under the stars
that sparkle from above.
In thee essence of the dew,
I lay with you here my love.
Our hearts begin to flutter
from a long embrace.
Upon the softness of your lips
a warm kiss has been placed.
Making love in the field,
until the new morning sun.
Then naked, hand in hand
together we will run.
Our passion, we will renew
from all the earth has to give.
In a moment set forth,
from this time we now live.
Dan Kearley:12-4-14