Best Admiring Poems
We loved to traverse the dense forest,
Where birds continued as they chorused,
Admiring on one side the tall pines,
Breathing their best fragrance from their vines.
On the other side of the pathway,
A thousand of maples made my day.
Gold leaves fluttered slowly to the ground,
A whiff of breeze, the path would be drowned.
At the edge of the wood was our friend,
Where with his food we had to contend.
Sausages, bacon, eggs and coffee,
Heard his lovely repeated story.
He lent us his barn where we could sleep.
Outside a river so wide and deep,
Winded its weary way through vast plains,
It would fill more with October rains.
Clouds gathered above the horizon.
What pleased us was a rainbow rising.
We went inside the warm cosy shed
Where all was clean, and straw which we spread.
We slept like angels on that sweet bed.
A Few Words Sent Admiring You, Our Rose
A few words sent admiring you, our rose
cast forth to honor beauty, its delights.
World has a great many but they it chose
to radiantly glow within our sights.
Verses designed to give honor in prose
proclaiming depths and blessings that you give.
Tho thy chosen path, my not us have chose
you loved true, creating the life we live.
When the depths of thy tender heart is seen
the rose's magnificence fails to surpass.
A blessing to us thy love is so keen
to teach us to love and honor amass.
Yes sweet mothers, thy true love is our rose.
We love thy all, from thy head to thy toes.
Robert Lindley, 3-03-2018
Sonnet, (Tribute to - All Loving Mothers)
A full moon, she paraded
amongst subdued stars
A bright sun swooned then faded
admiring afar
How the sun's love grew brighter
His moon boldly smiled
Hanging full, she grew wider
her shape had beguiled
more glorious than any painting
the coral reef puts a psychedelic trip to shame
schools of fish swim by, ...were they sapphire or cobalt?
their bio luminous look fascinates me
they are gone before I can gather my thoughts
a swarm of cherry heads my way
fierce fish with a hot pink vibe or are they more fuchsia?
my imagination in her wildest state
could have never imagined this undiscovered world
a conglomerate of something in lemon and green swishes by
was that a fish? or a bunch of them?
In fascination I await the next sight of beauty; I am not disappointed
swans glided downstream
regal, tall and elegant....
then they were headless
At the verge of this our day break,
permit me pour this few words from my cup;
For these are not the lyrics of a song,
but the voice of my soul,
the cry of my life;
You possessed my air of indifference,
appearing quite debonair,
making me fall without sliding to the sabotage of your indifference;
With your unique kind of joyful smile,
you engulf me,
filling my yesterdays with your love,
creating a light I don’t understand,
demanding my fingers on your soft ivory skin;
Such awareness to these emotions,
untouched and raw becomes more expose than my flesh,
and my heart at your feet teetering on the brink;
Falling is inevitable,
but in whose arms is the question my heart holds,
wondering why it has not been declared,
for the answer lies within you my love,
as I truly and madly fall deeply into you.
As I look you over from top to bottom,
I'm rendered speechless. It feels as if
my arrested eyes are tricking my mind.
You take my breath away; so beautiful!
Your elegance is a treat to behold, my queen.
You look mighty fine, dare I say, more beautiful
than all the colorful gardens I see in spring.
Trust me, Aphrodite's got nothing on you!
You're much more welcoming to the eyes
than blood diamonds gleaming in the sun.
And you wield your sex appeal
with a knife-like precision, my sweet potato pie!
You could make any man's knees
jiggle like Jello; you make mine crumble!
Spin for me now; twirl around slow
like a dervish so I take a peek from the back...
Oh, you got it going on, bae! If only you could see
your silky black hair slowly tumbling down
your shoulder in curls. It's poetry in motion!
Your dangling earrings almost hypnotize me.
I'm looking you all over
and it's almost like I'm meeting you anew!
You look as pretty as your smile, my dear.
Keep that smile on your face that glows
like the moon. Rock on with your bad self!
ALL YOURS (JAN25) (Winner: 1st Place)
Contest Judged: 1/26/2021
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/24/2021
A. B. C. D. Constance La France
Contests helps poets skills to enhance.
Clever with form and theme,
She's the " Alphabet Queen! "
Anger... Bears... Candles... and Dance.
Written 9th March 2022
For the "Paean On Poets Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Your black long hair,
like a cup of coffee in my hands.
Your hazy light eyes,
like a smoke from the cigarette I draw on.
You are standing there in line,
at the bar, waiting for a drink.
Beautiful figure, embodiment of femininity,
too good to be true, too untouchable to hope.
But I can watch, admire, dream,
at least I have that, and it’s enough.
Enough for someone like me.
I guess I’ll have another cup,
hold it in my arms,
it’s as close as I can get to touching your hair.
I’ll light up another cigarette,
and imagine staring in to your eyes.
You’ll be gone soon,
they all leave, but I’ll have something,
I’ll have a vision of you.
acoustic guitar in his hands
with hair falling down or
shoegazing with tight black jeans or
black leather, his
bulge showing,
thick, long,
like a python growing &
slinking down his inner thigh
&
sweat rolling down or
perhaps the oil that gets sprayed on
him by the cronies trying to market him
like PEZ,
straddling his Les Paul
like it was an eager Friday night groupie or
riding his Fender as if he thought it was his
last night before a 10 year stint &
her heart beats like a Labor Day parade drum
roll, eyes wide like she’s been chomping on
black beauties (as if they were M & M’s)
all early morn,
nipples hard, moist down below, vein pumping
in her neck with the need to
grind out her own satisfaction---
so she worships at the alter of the man &
another ticket’s been sold.
strutting in tight jeans that hug the curves or
tight lycra, tight mini skirt, tight
anything
that pulls right up, leaving nothing to the
imagination, with
breasts heaving,
hips swaying,
coated in oil (showered on her by the PEZ
marketers),
lips dripping lip gloss &
a Lez Paul between her legs,
or a microphone gripped tight in her hands
bringing it up to her mouth,
she stares back at him with the bass
pounding into his brain---
he is sprung & hard as a rock,
vein in his neck pulsating in rhythm with
the bass,
wanting nothing more than to
consummate his craze
by climbing up on stage---
so he is devoted to her every word,
bathing in idolatry &
another ticket’s been sold.
My poor wife thinks I'm crazy,
Or maybe just plain lazy.
But in my spare short brief time,
I watch the meadow sublime.
A long patch of rugged lane
In summer, clouds never rain,
I laud the cornflowers blue,
Though some reds ones appear too.
Butterflies flit here to there,
While bees suck the nectar bare
Above a flock of birds soar,
The first worm is its prize score.
How long can one pry the wild?
Till my wife comes, food all piled.
Come I will take you to the moon light.
I will play to be the groom tonight.
When they ring the bell,I'll be holding your hand tight.
I will play with these rhymes just to make things right.
I will take you to the hidden oceans of true love.
Where the moon and stars shine from above.
Please hold unto me like it was the last breath you'd take.
You felt like home to me and I never saw the streets anymore.
I will miss your lips.
Especially when i used to go through your hips.
I don't know how to live without your tips.
Your absence in my heart is like a love-Eclipse.
Admire you the UNKNOWN.
Whose face I wish to be known...well one day.
Sensing the amazing night sky
Always gets me pondering why.
Each part of our solar system;
Taking stock so I don’t miss them.
Planets such as Venus and Mars
Appear larger than background stars.
With telescope, I more attune
To Jupiter’s many a moon.
I note the absence of moon on Earth;
Its presence yields stargazing dearth.
Sometimes on a very clear night,
I spot a man-made satellite,
Or a comet or shooting star;
In relative terms, not that far.
I, by the zoom telescope brings,
See Saturn and its frozen rings.
Beyond sun, moon, and planets nine,
To take in more wonders, I pine.
To see stars in their locations;
Part of galactic formations.
Constellations—people did try
To find pictures in the night sky.
Like Orion the Hunter’s bow,
Or Southern Cross in latitudes low.
Outer stars of Big Dipper’s bowl,
Merak and Dubhe play a role;
Point to Polaris, the north star,
On Little Dipper’s handle far.
Little Dipper—part of Small Bear;
Great Bear—Big Dipper is a share.
Cassiopeia’s W,
Its five stars are easy to view.
Galaxies made of many stars,
Like the Milky Way, which is ours.
Million-plus galaxies to see,
Andromeda and LMC,
Whirlpool, Tadpole, more it is said,
Like NGC Thirteen Hundred [1300];
Cigar, Pinwheel, Sombrero, too;
More listed in Galaxy Zoo.
Individual stars appear
Though from us many a light-year.
Sirius, with “Dog Star” nickname,
Brightest star in sky is its fame.
Alpha Centauri—three stars tight,
In night sky is the third most bright.
Red supergiant Betelgeuse,
Celestial star version of Zeus?
Other heavenly bodies’ roles,
Include nebula clouds, black holes.
Though white dwarf stars are near their end,
Heat energy they still expend.
Much unknown about universe;
Big Bang’s energy does disperse?
Novas, pulsars, neutron stars, and more;
There’s still a lot left to explore.
For as long as man’s been around,
He has gazed upward from the ground.
To behold that beyond his home,
Pushed by innate desire to roam?
Traveling space for 60 years,
In man’s thoughts, and at times, his fears.
On each clear night, some stop and stare,
To learn more about what’s out there.
Admiring Jupiter
Well named for the bolt-throwing King of the gods,
Lightnings arc in blazing traceries
Beneath your seething cloak of stormclouds
Racing like Furies around your awesome girth
As you spin, fastest of planets, in pirouettes
Pulling a small cloud of worlds about you,
Commanding all smaller bodies within reach.
King of storms,
Dressed in tempests,
Magnificent and terrible -
Lucky thing for us you stopped drawing mass together;
Didn't aspire to stardom .....
I am entranced by blue mountain lake
I had heard it was gorgeous, but this is nirvana
Decorated by the oranges and yellows of autumn
I feel God watching as I approach water’s edge
Sky angels pretend to be clouds, but I feel their presence
There is something ethereal, mystical, and magical here.
Blue mountain lake; I have heard about it for years
This is my first time to enter this paradise
Can I wade to the grassy island knoll in the middle?
I plunge into the depths of the clear reflective waters
Remembering now the story of the one hundred pound catfish
I am refreshed and enthusiastically joyful