Best Abigail Poems
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
holding Abigail in my arms
my cat is treated to lessons mother
passed on to me
bury your face in her neck
and gently rub your cheek
she will arch backward into the nuzzling
chew softly on her ears
the more you pay attention
to the back of the head
the brain will fire neuropathways
and the memories of mother
will come thru
she pulls back into that look
where we take turns rubbing cheeks
cheek to cheek we declare we belong
to one another
Anatole France noted until you
have loved an animal
you are only a half soul
sometimes my nights need a bit more
to settle the day's dust
the little bottle in the bathroom
comes in the same pink box
i remember wrapping at Christmas
the joy in that present for her
and that is all it takes
full concentration for the night's list
of those in my deepest prayer
one little spray from that bottle
and i am in church next to my mother
lost in the wonderment of a congregation
devoted to the good of mankind
united in prayer and song
such are the neuropathways of mother
God's creatures are blessed as such
mother and a single spray
of White Shoulders
OKC 2/23
Finding Abigail
“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”
A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence.
“Abigail! Is that you? I thought I heard someone talking…”
Disembodied voices revel throughout the empty voids,
Existence in the grand abyss impenetrable from both sides.
“Abigail, I know you care about me…I can’t see you,
but I hear you…I remember the time we met my sweet,
the sky and air stood still until we embraced…
then came the fireworks…we must still be there, for all I see
is smoke my dearest…Abigail! come back my love,
I’ve lost you in the smog!”
Illusions begging resolutions, the marginal mind wanders,
Taking with it memories of what used to be,
but now has been abandoned.
“Abigail my love…I’m afraid…can you hold my hand my sweet?
this is no good, I can’t reach you…where are you…Abigail!?”
The subject is going into Cardiac arrest… convulsions are increasing!...
We are losing him! Quickly flush with at least 20ml of 0.9% sodium chloride…
“Abigail my dearest…I can see you…so beautiful you are…come to me
My love…come closer...let us start anew.”
Nurse, prepare him for surgery…there is a good chance we may save him…”yes Doctor.”
“Abigail! Abigail! ...I’m losing you, my love…come back, come bac, com…”
He’ll be OK now…we saved him, but sadly he will still be enslaved by love…
Oct.04.2018
Brainstorm Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd [1'st of 8]
There was a mermaid named Abigail
Who swam so fast she would leave a trail
Abigail could spin a tale
When a whaler would hail her
She'd charm the pants off any sailor
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on July 31, 2018 for contest SEA TALES LIMERICK - TIM RYERSON R.I.P. sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 6TH
Abi - A Dedication
There’s only on story I’m likely to read
It’s about this boy, who planted a seed
It sprouted so high, to Heaven proceed
And filled out the skies, from Earth’s precious feed.
If I could perform just one glorious deed,
A seed in your heart, my life’s dearest need.
There’s only one person I’ll always turn to
To colour my life - yet never feel blue
It’s Abi for me, no other will do
Cos when I am sad, I’m still happy for you.
Although you may think these feelings untrue
I surely feel glee - and ‘Abiness’ too!
There’s only one place that I’d love us to be
One day, my dear Abi, I’ll take you to see
Maybe you’ll like it…or love it: Maybe..
Perhaps you’ll loathe it, but find you love me.
Well, dreams can come true, and hope comes for free
Our names shall be etched - at ‘Westminster’, Abi!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Abigail Rhine such an abomination of her time, the fair skinned false
princess with such the hunger for lust and power from which she ruled
every watch must read her hour. Shrouded in the finest of fines eternity
was destiny and to obey was essential or else detrimental. Could such a
Lilith be so real the first born of Cesar's monarchy gives Abigail from such
hope reaps us fail!. But be known of these words I speak:" From doom wrongs
will be right and to cut the power from this harlot tonight the crusade take flight,
wealth will fall to its knees so shall we see the awful Abigail Rhine will no more be".
The globe is fed up with stories of breakup,
Turning around everything that sleeps and wakes up.
The good and the bad play games in its arm,
Yesteryear who lived to see the legends of a wondrous land?
Champions are they that are known of their greatness,
And deep within them, the power of confidence fills their hearts with happiness.
Talented individuals emerged out of simplicity,
Turns away from arrogance and shows off the sense of casualty.
The world is being influenced,
And they get themselves never to be tensed.
Sometimes, many foster themselves with prudence,
Of course, at my side I`ve got one who is a living legend.
Identified by the title,AFIA ACHIAAMAH.
A diadem that powerfully glits.
I guess you ask much of spiritual insight from her as an offered favour?
She is an inspirer born out of excellence and speaks of profitable power.
Her personality comes from heavenly house of self-esteem,
And well to express every bit of Bible truth.
In fact, something young people find difficult to do.
She doesn`t stay just fixed in fashionable brands such as, Alexander Macqueen, Georgeo Armani, DKNY, NIKE, Adidas and others because she is born to rule.
Paramountly,she is branded with fruits of the Holy spirit making her to be more flexy.
Who dares to be her fashion enemy?
I`m a spectator to her catwalk from a perimeter,
Spotlighting virtues in her makes my whole being dwell in good weather.
The mirror before me shows her marvelous future to me here,
And deep within me, my soul sheds joyful tears.
AFIA is a rising star, and will be the best figure to be sought for in new born years.
Indeed, this my lady is seen in good look.
And I can`t afford to overlook….
Because of her love and tendency,
That I believe to be my fantasy.
GOD bless this nurse with his overwhelming efficacy.
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers
She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
People would come to her during war who were bearers
Of terrible news, she was strong with faith_hope
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers
Abigail's letters were strong, witty filled answers
Her letters also told of her loneliness
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Abigail and John of this country's leaders were beginners
Their idealism and strength set this country apart
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers
At last of life when they were no longer beginners
They got to spend retirement at Quincy their home
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
She let not distance stop their love _be barriers
Our youngest dog Abigail or Abbie for short
Most adorable puppy since the Beatles held court
If I do happen to fall
She checks my all
Making sure I'm not injured in the report
Little tree, I loved you the first time I saw you
Your green leaves bright
Ladling laughters of light
Your eyes sparkling sweetly like a silver dew.
The wind around you whisper at your dance
Erudition flown on spring
Butterflies brought on wing
Where the water falls ... gold remembrance
Of another special child bereft of presence
Where hope's blossom falls
Silent as distant night palls
Truth and success timeless tale's evidence
Little tree, did you know the rebirth of dreams
Again I felt in your shade
The journey that would wade
Me away from sun's heat to cool evening streams
It was you inspiring me to hold again a little hand,
A daughter long unseen
The silent pain, the keen
Secrets that churn in the lonely heart of a man.
I believe you would bloom all that I felt lost, and I
Pray the bearer of fruits
Would make you bear fruits
More special than kings can dream ... golden in the sky
Average Abigail
Abigail Harp
Had a dog
A dog named spot
Spot could see
Abigail not
Does one simply
Turn to a bot?
Each morning Average Abby
Broke a lense in a glass
Cleaned a dish and put it in
a dishwasher?
Mirrors would crack
Heads would twist
Poor Abigail Harp
Turned to mist.
Abigail forgive me
Breaking your heart in the invisible day
Itinerant always ... pushed by history
Gently breaking bonds in brimmed dismay.
Angel of my better memories
Incessant friend ... from a small flower grown
Love blooms again where understanding is sown.
A cocktail waitress named Abigail
Moonlighting as a barmaid serving pale ale
Wore her hair in a pigtail or sometimes in a ponytail
All night long drinking naught but ginger ale
With patrons complaining she was slow as a snail
Her life was far from a fairy tale
She posted bail for a sorry male
Who to no avail, did his best to stay out of jail
When caught again for blackmail with a note in braille
Their affair she finally did curtail
Yesterday she broke a fingernail
Today she suffers from a hangnail
Happened while feeding her pet nightingale
Obviously she’s not fit for work, being so frail
After coffee and picking up her mail
Abigail took a trip on a monorail
Cut her ride short for fear it might derail
Jumped off with retail dreams to shop wholesale
Taking advantage of every Black Friday sale
All day long pleasure over guilt did prevail
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025, Front Page Pick 2025
Life should continue to be an adventure.
Death should continue as well.
Either or neither of them is a quencher
for curiosity. Shall
I understand or aware or may be
should I instead realize:
whether I have wrongly won, dear Abbie,
or rightly failed, otherwise?
There can not be a more than severe
letdown for such a quest.
Life should go on as adventure, my dear,
Death should go on as the rest.
Abigail
You have such a sweet way
Kind and gentle on a good day
You bring out the best of me
You even get me off the settee
You love to dress up in costume
And come skipping round the room
a girl was always the top of my wish list
that’s why to me your a beautiful gift
With your hair soft and golden
A little piece of my heart you’ve stolen
So as I watch my gorgeous baby
Slowly grow into a beautiful lady
Please remember you’ve always got
Inside of grandad your very own soft spot
Some times life is full of turns and twists
So always know grandads waiting with a hug and a kiss
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Love grandad
xxxx