Hillary Hears a Who!
Who is an Amma slam?
One who Gives a Damn,
Just ask Melli,
Or Will, Sam or Ellie,
Our Hill who’s True Blue not Glam!
Who has a swell Quill?
Arrows that instill ,
Handfuls of Humor,
Armfuls of Amour,
Our Hil is not Over the Hillery!
Who keeps an All Size Zoo?
Variety of Color & Hue,
Hillary’s Gorillary,
Ants from Aunt Hill aka Hillary,
Empathetic Hillary Hears a Who!
Categories:
armfuls, birthday, sister,
Form: Limerick
Crunching the frozen ground beneath my feet,
I wade through snow, soft and white, endlessly deep.
The golden sun reflects on this snowy embrace,
And armfuls of joy fill my gaze with grace.
The blue sky, the sun's light, so clear and bright,
Where have the dark clouds vanished from sight?
My eyes cannot hold the brilliance, they shy away,
As the snow’s pure glow kisses them all day.
My eyes meet the snow’s dazzling gleam,
From my chest bursts a pure white dream.
My heart aches softly, time and again,
With a thousand-year longing for life’s domain.
With a thousand-year longing for life’s domain!
Categories:
armfuls, sky, snow, sun,
Form: Couplet
A symphony of joy raced through the
Hospital hallway
Mom in a wheelchair holding her first daughter Born after 2 boys!
Dad alongside grinning like he struck gold!
Driving home!
Just minutes from the hospital Dad
Braked to a stop!
He spotted a wild dandelion patch shining bright!
Mom was in hysterics!
Joyful as a wee lad, he gathered armfuls
Of bright yellow dandelion tops!
He was gonna make dandelion wine in
Honor of the occasion!
Categories:
armfuls, pride,
Form: Narrative
Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.
The thunder it rumbled,
and the wind it blew
but on and on,
the adventurers, two,
rustled through leaves
till we came to a tree,
and the treasure it threw -
just for you, and for me.
Dark red-brown shiners
were there to be gathered,
the bigger the better -
that’s all that mattered!
We took them in armfuls,
filled carrier bags,
then we strung them on strings -
“Oh, what fun we had!”
Crashing and bashing,
we let the strings fly,
around our knuckles,
and up, to the sky!
Knocked them together,
till they spun around,
in a smackety wallop -
one fell to the ground!
One of the shiners
was all split into two,
twas tough on the outside,
but inside, all goo!
The champion, victorious,
announced that she won
and I was defeated, but still, it was fun!
Conkers, all bonkers,
Oh, what a game!
And when next year comes
we will do it, again.
Suzy Davies, 2017. Copyright. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
armfuls, autumn, childhood, earth, friend,
Form: Light Verse
No lavish gifts have I today,
To try and coax your heart to sway,
No chocolate treats, or blood red rose,
No gentle kiss to curl your toes,
But I thought of you and penned a poem,
With dreams of you my mind is blown,
It's just for you Dear Valentine,
To warm your day, as you warm mine,
And if it brings a tiny smile,
The gesture will be so worthwhile,
Fond words today to you I send,
I simply can’t control this pen,
Take heed of what my poem imparts,
And join me in a clash of hearts,
For you one heart is not enough,
A dozen hearts too few,
And if I had two armfuls of hearts,
I would hand them all to you !
Categories:
armfuls, love, valentines day,
Form: Couplet
B ecoming attuned to autumn.
E venings no longer taking a stretch.
A ware of a darker veil at morning.
U shered in by autumn's breath.
T he low light at evening is softer.
I meander winding woodland paths.
F luttering leaves of beautiful browns
U nder footfall give us laughter as we
L ift armfuls then let them scatter.
F all is a time of harvest.
A nd preparing for dark days to come.
L ight the fire and let's all gather.
L ingering long after that moon has shone.
Categories:
armfuls, appreciation, autumn, nature,
Form: Acrostic
UDELNAYA MARKET 6:30 PM
6 30 and not yet all gone -
Shadows lengthening,
Suns light in eyes, still
Difficult to see the end .
Flowers of the day now dried petals,
Empty boxes, blowing papers.
Basket-seller struggles
With armfuls of wickerwork;
Cigarette butt ends burn out;
Concertina man collects up
His small coins to leave.
Day-blankets spread on ground
And covered with junketry
Leave their prints in the dust.
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Note.
This is the day’s end when the busy Udelnaya flower market is closing.
Categories:
armfuls, flower, introspection, life, sunset,
Form: Imagism
MEADOW GIRL
She is my bluebell meadow
Want to gather her up in armfuls
But not to spoil her delicate composition
Categories:
armfuls, daughter, flower, nature,
Form: Personification
Your love is like a swift sweet scent of hope
that fell quickly on an unsuspecting heart.
It’s a blessing, a shining brighter scope
with armfuls of devotion to impart.
2/13/18
Categories:
armfuls, love, tribute, valentines day,
Form: Quatrain
Together we each
walked the forests
of our interiors...
Collecting armfuls,
chestfulls of
broken bits.
A bundle of sorrow,
a *** of frustrations.
The combustible shrapnel
of having been hopeful.
We carried these to
a secret public place.
Public, for all could
see.
Secret, for few would
know.
There, together,
we huddled in
the elements.
Not rain, trust.
Not cold, connection.
And broke the
broken into
smaller smaller
ever smaller
crumblings.
A fire bundle
of our damages,
our not (and,
truly our never
really was)
our selves.
They soon took a
spark.
First cold, now coal.
An ember became
a glow.
Then smoke.
Now flames.
The spark
was her smile.
The flames,
our us.
Categories:
armfuls, fire, love, smile, trust,
Form: Free verse
...the way flight begins in the heart
Martin Steingesser
Stopping by the side of the road
I snap off armfuls of fresh lilacs
blooming in the universe,
a champagne bucket, tarnished
remnant of long lost wedding gifts
serves a worthy vessel of renewal
my thoughts drift with heavenly
perfumed air in my flat, acceptable
since I am repulsed by any flower
scent present at my Grandfather's
funeral when I was four years old
lilacs were not there
Pharoah Sanders captures my thoughts
drifting sweet streams of flute sounds
exhalting visions of peace and love
in tandem with Sun Ra
coaxing creative vibrations that sustain
and encourage my journey as I seek
sustenance from giving as much love
to my fellow travelers as my heart
will provide
grateful, the universe is endless
grateful
the
universe
is
endless
05/12/17
Categories:
armfuls, heart,
Form: Free verse
You brought armfuls of dream
Want to parse the stream
They say you are made of cream
Bright and leading my tongue scream
What else was so sweet
This is your cross street
Always stand on its own feet
No matter how much the clock beat
Uncultured and out of control cars
Foolish drive from hours at the bars
Received license from the planet Mars
No wonder purple stars
Without you in my life my friend
Visiting hours are over ~ the end
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28.10.2015
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
3rd place in the contest
Categories:
armfuls, death, farewell, missing you,
Form: Sonnet
Imagine me, a fish in the sea.
Such a sensitive soul with waves of compassion.
A water baby through and through.
Dreaming away while looking up at planets and stars.
I see Neptune ruling the skies in the dark.
A mystical spirit with armfuls of feelings,
always standing up for what I believe in,
and devoted to what and who I love.
I want to see through your eyes,
and when you feel pain, I feel pain too.
Holding the bloodstone in my hand ( or fin) I think of my fears,
eyes filled with tears.
But I don't face my fears - I escape in my hazy imagination.
Must remember to take off the rose - tinted glasses at times -
I need to see what's real.
Artistic and imaginative, lost in cloudy days.
Enough emotional creation to fuel forever endeavors.
With energy that's as erratic as the tides.
I live in my dreams and believe that they're real
I feel what you feel.
By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : Zodiac Zones
Categories:
armfuls, inspirational, life
Form: Free verse
She called them her blue years
Tinsel and streamers hanging in ballrooms
she never saw the inside of because of her fears
Cobwebs and dreamers of laughter instead
Didn’t go out for fear she’d be dead
Floods like Niagara of black in her eyes
Shaped into pestering tears.
She called them her blue years
Babies and flowers held up in armfuls
Wanting to be the first sound that they hear
TV and silence for family instead
Can’t hold them accountable for things that they said
Convoluted instant replay in her mind
those scripted out bright lighted sitcom dears
She called them her blue years
Vacation photos ripped out of magazines
Glue sticked and tacked to her wall
right next to the phone on the bed night stand table
Holding it’s breath for a call
Blue years of pauperville,
Emotionally speaking that is
Clinging to scraps of a dulling memory
Lacking the stamina to stand up and live
She called them her blue years.
Categories:
armfuls, life, sad, blue, blue,
Form: I do not know?