Best 35 Poems
Jesus came to earth as a man
but still had His divinity on show
being complete as God and man
no one had seen His like, hey hello!
Jesus loved especially three special friends
Lazarus and his two sisters were so close
their brother was ill in need of help
sent for Jesus who delays before He goes
Jesus came to raise Lazarus from the dead
but before that shows He does shed tears
His emotion was stirred proving His love
showing that His Father in heaven hears
Jesus sympathizes with our feelings
He knows how frail and feeble we are
so that when we feel fears within
our Lord draws near being not far
Jesus is God and showed Himself man
so we can know His wonderful love
shedding tears sent from heaven
today assures us Jesus is always enough
(John 11:35-"And Jesus Wept." )
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
9#
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
10#
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
11#
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
12#
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
13#
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
14#
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
15#
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
16#
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
17#
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
18#
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
19#
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
20#
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
21#
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
22#
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
23#
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
24#
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
25#
A wolf entered the graveyard
Unannounced
And annoyed my wife
26#
Sarah my wife
Lumbering
Dizzy commuters
27#
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
28#
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
29#
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
30#
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
31#
My dog Pintu
Hydrophobia
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
32#
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
33#
A hard slap
Stammering
Hurricane Sarah will win
34#
You have gathered enough winters
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
35#
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dawn light says hello
Big Hi , Mister Mountain Top
Still waters copy .
Inspired by Raul's Sunlight haiku contest .
biting mountain air
baby lamb trails on the edge....
mint sauce with dinner
entry for Charles Henderson's strict Haiku 2 competition
1…2…3…4…
This is battle…This is war.
5…6…7...8…
Escape is just beyond this gate.
9...10...11...
All good girls go to heaven.
12...13...14...15...
The blade is ready, the blade is keen.
16...17.,.18...19...
Everybody must demean.
20...21...22...
I’d be alive if they only knew
23...24...25...26...
My problems are too hard to fix.
27…28…29…30…
Life is everything but sturdy.
31…32...33…
Life is the lock, death is the key.
34...3-...
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
between our efforts and its reward -
lies a marathon of patience
When the wild bull runs
Apple garden of Eden
Earth shakes free drop down
- A-L Andersen :)
- September 19 - 2014 -
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power outage -
we practice magic
lighting candles
dark clouds
rain dropping in bucket
drum solo
11/25/13
Damn it!
Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see
that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley,
through the telescope two things are clear
the Indians are young Blackfeet braves
and they appear to be watching a curiosity in the same area that Drouillard is hunting in,
the battle sheilds on their horses have the fire arrow emblem of the Blackfeet,
there can be no doubt that more of them are in the vicinity
and Clark is at least 100 miles away on the Missouri,
the decision is simple in it's danger
we must ride down there before they attack Drouillard,
maybe a friendly meeting can be achieved,
Entering the open pasture on horseback
the three of us look like river bandits in a sunburned style,
their is a discernible panic amongst the Braves
as we approach them steady as a drumbeat
I get off my horse cool as Sunday news and walk a few yards with our flag in hand,
one of the youths breaks away towards me on his uncertain colt
I stand undaunted by the act of bravado and he steers the animal back to his posse,
Rubin and Joseph know what's up
and life and death have their breeze upon us,
respect introduces itself and brash violence is subdued by handshakes,
as evening invites the pipe, together we camp
the four of us, the eight of them,
we discuss the shifting balance of power on the Plains,
I inform them that there is a new eagle named America
and it will look over this territory with strength and justice,
they tell us about the English intrusion into the area, how furs are traded for guns and liquor,
these young Blackfeet don't seemed chagrined by the thunder of change,
J.A.B.
it this a warning?
family on their way to town
rubber band woman
Your breasts,
rising.
Mountain primrose.
between grassy nests
and leafless trees
the song of birds return
- - -
between birds'nests
and leafless trees
Spring's song
- - -
a lone woodpecker 's drum
on the branch of Spring
night serenata
- - -
between blooming buds
and leafless trees
a tulip