Best Affably Poems
And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against tainted bricks of our wall
Right in front of this grassy yard…
My velvet dress all spruced up
Fragrant, pressed by morn’s daylight
On luster of mid-autumn:
I observed and scanned her thinning curves
While I paused to grasp that final snapshot;
Enough for me to watch her caring touch
The way she would affably blot out my girlish tears
Crawling down her hands:
The backdoor now swings loudly, then quietly
Exposing run-down, decaying frames
Which rarely irks a mood so airy as that last smile
In twilight’s passing: Robed in clean lacy gown,
Dreary heaves falter to speak …if she only knew
I tucked my velvet dress for my child, O Mama’s legacy.
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8/26/2019
If Only You Knew: Silent One’s Contest
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A dedication by Joe:
In one minute of expression!
In the hour of an age;
I saw the fruit of inspiration
A largesse from heaven’s mage.
So I reached out to its fire
My heart big as blue sky
Just a soul tugged by awareness;
such elucidation I’d descried.
These words could melt in my essence!
The very being of my breath….
I sensed delight could dance between us
true life rejoice o’er mortal death.
Maverick © 4/5/2012
Form: Celestial Verse
The Maverick
Dedication by Michelle:
Within silent chambers of darkened grottos
wandered displaced, my weary muse.
Until he jumped forth from a page of notion
this steadfast man of no recues.
Blue flames did stoke declining embers,
he gave the spark to matchstick thought.
Within a fiery blaze of blessed insight
his verse and rhyme my spirit caught.
.
Idle minds can’t spin on moving axis
though cognitive fire will sing and dance
Guided by captivating poetic precinct
I affably admire his erudite stance.
© Joe Maverick.co.uk and
© Michelle Mac Donald. Canada Inc
24/05/2012
Inside my head of old cobwebbed - memories,
my plain life filled with laughter and families…
Stories that delight tedious nights; formed a stamp,
in darkness of a flickering oil lamp.
Frigid nights with blankets layered in a heap,
little warm bodies snuggle to sleep.
Fired wood-stove seeps thru thick-old-walls,
up steep stairs and around narrow halls.
Ice box chilled just enough to preserve,
affably awaiting time for dinner to serve.
No lights to glint the way in the dark,
but candle or lamp to emit a spark.
I hesitate to want what is now my past,
simple to stay and forever last.
Smiles that radiate everlasting feeling,
a life so austere and appealing.
Concern for innocence no longer heard of,
rejecting mercy; ignoring love.
Inside my heart I feel an enormous pain,
unsure if I will yet see simple again.
Progress way too fast- way too insensitive,
lacking kindness- somewhat offensive…
Vitality, not as priceless as before,
no moment to prize, not anymore…
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
9/12/15
Tenth Place Winner ~ "Inside My Head for OLD Poets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless's
Oct. 10, 2015
Chasing your tail forever like a dog
Into the forest, confusion of the fog
A door that’s locked, without a key
Asleep you found it, woke not to be
Where is this tail, where did it go?
Pondering on my knees, to and fro
As a young lad, kept in my pocket
Never will leave, stuck like a locket
Trying to hold on, losing a tight grip
Some just let go, abandon the ship
Children don’t seek it, too abundant
Adults will tell you, it can be funded
Look at children, exuding it affably
As you age, begins to fade rapidly
Replaced with things, can’t add up
Shows in spurts, then soon erupts
That impalpable tail, where’d it go?
Ask a child, even they don’t know
Innocence of fooling as a wee one
Priceless, like the shine of the sun.
Cassius Clay
A heavy Weight Champion
Who punched his way
Through barriers of colour
With blows of a kind Heart...
He floated like a Butterfly
Yet, stung like a Bee
A Heavy Weight Champion
With a light weight Heart!
Epitome of bonhomie
Who tamed his angry Soul
By the Light of Faith
Re-directing throe
With fury to his Foe.
Despite adversity of Birth
Trained to taper his temper
Sheathing hard-knock fist-
Boxer of amity and Love-
Inside a comfy glove!
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Boxing is a recondite bodily Art
From the soft side of man’s Heart!
When he pours his sturdy arm
I perceive Art and not harm...
Floating quick and so ethereal
Dexterity invokes scenes surreal!
When Foe hits the canvas at last
Shall he forever be an outcast?
Victor must stand up and muse:
“For One to Win, One must lose
“Ignore then face turned blue
“For I must celebrate with you
“You fell down as my boxing Foe
“Rise up a Friend for a cup of joe!
“You’ve lost in the boxing ring
“You won being my Friend my King!”
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Honoured be they that can compete
Our mirth they do totally replete,
A symbol of sacrifice holy and pure
As Pain and patience they do endure!
The World is now just one Village
Meant for amity and not for pillage
Sports direct how we affably relate
By accord not by how we dictate!
Fight the World, fight with the mind
Sheath your blows protect the rind
The World needs Love’s agile blows
Blows of Faith Cassius best knows!
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Fight with facts, fight with vim
Fight the Devil with solemn hymn
Don’t fight with greed or fight with whim
But fill the Cup to the brim!
*
Endure the sting
and earn your honey
Endure the blow
to earn your money
Like a butterfly flow,
like a Bee do sting
Like a butterfly flow,
like a Bee do sting!
Cassius Clay
Man O’ th’ Day!
*Dedicated to those who fight with Peace and for Peace. The World is a Village and we’re Family!
JM
17th Oct’ 2013
After July abdicates, august August arrives,
and the year advances, as annually agreed.
After assessing alternative alternatives and accords,
as anticipated, no other affirmative alternative is advanced.
Actually August is always an annual actuality, affably accepted
as amicable and always awaited ardently, as July avidly absconds!
Anxiously active actions advise August adherents, to atrabilious accordingly,
as days are abridged and abbreviated, around-the-clock! Slowly
as all administrations adjourn, advocates abort all agonistic argument,
as analysis of aforethought Acts are advanced, and addendums
are amicably agreed. After appropriate and amusing accolades are accepted,
all approve of appeasement, as another additional accidental adventitious
activity appears! August is always appreciated and advances, as aide-de-camps
award and authorise aristocrats and actuaries, to amalgamate advertising agencies,
although angry animosity always aggravates, angers, and aggrieves
anti-agreement antagonists! Assuaging angry aged academics and agents,
aghast at angry animosity, always attracts acrimonious atrabilious attention.
As an acknowledged antidote, an amusing anecdote is always acceptable,
as an agreeable anaesthetic appetizer, and allaying fears. An atmosphere
of aggravated argument, also assures all august, August activities are
axed and abolished abruptly, as September appropriately and advisedly appears!
Adieu, Adios, Arrivederci, Au revoir August and Amen!
Rhymer. September 1st, 2016..
Perhaps in another i.e. alternate world, this middled aged (baby boomer bona fide bra burner) of two well nigh near grown daughters felt caught in an invisible whirled wide web The Parent Trap.
Oft times, the languid days of his life seem to revisit a parallel universe, where sequels continue to air years since family time constituted shared watching thee designated Verizon Fios fiber optic channels favor by the youngest.
I confess sitting transfixed in from the television (back in the days when me girls attended grade school) marveling at the camera tricks purportedly played identical twins Hallie and Annie, but in reality the prepubescent actress averred asper the title of this missive.
A series of unfortunate events (perhaps abetted by Lemony Snicket) found these fictitious, marvelous, and vivacious separated in life soon after their parents divorced.
Happenstance and cutting edge cunning movie making wizardry linkedin believable existence of two exact looking innocent ingenues incorporating various tricks of the filming, directing, and acting of said nymph actress.
Some fluke chance encounter when both “girls” attended the same summer camp allowed, enabled, and provided the raw fitbits, whence each respective lass discovered visa vis via question asked and answered, that they shared the same mother and father.
Soon after this unexpected (believably conceived drama), they secretly plotted to reunite their estranged parents.
Although farfetched (which plot twist stretched to the realm of possible feasibility), nonetheless the story continued to offer appeal even after numerous viewings), when both my darling dimpled daubed daughters reveled in such small screen young adult age appropriate materiel.
Within a similar vein, the gestalt viz zit hid within Freaky Friday (also starring the same teenage uber vixen) gal riddled with an identity crisis twas ably, admirably, and affably evincing the crisis of fifteen year old Anna (also Lindsay Lohan).
Again, Autumn leaves us.
Somebody shouts «Trouble, Misfortune!»
We shall not accuse the wind
which has torn off all leaves.
Autumn goes away imperceptibly,
like the wife who
no longer likes her marriage.
She only will smile nodding affably,
And from rain, as from fruit of the vine,
we are already drunk.
Leaves fly from trees like birds.
We want to sing and love.
We take a shawl as protection
from a laughing blizzard
and put it on the frozen linden tree.
Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your path, blind
Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights are on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard
When that vile serpent slips into the grass
They ground you and flee with your fortune
And don’t dither to laugh at your traipse
This time loudmouthed, with obscene lampoon
Thus passes easily, your ill-gotten buck
To another waiting ill-minded crook!!
Fancy vehicles of vicissitudes
Vanish like smoke, when blow more knavish winds!!!
Come on! Join our clan of pedestrians
I have just seven friends; no slaves, to claim
When I fall in my walk, they raise me anon
When I bow they bless; when I rile they tame
They share my tears and triumph; dream and feel
With spirit, unconditional and earnest
Giving me grit, morale and might to battle
Against the fetters, this life puts me to test
When dead, on that fateful date, I’m sure
They take me, over their shoulders, with honor
Tenderly, not to hurt my both remains, with care
And affably reach me safe, those heaven’s doors
(Seven friends stand for seven virtues, viz. faith, hope, charity, justice, prudence, temperance and fortitude)
The crystal white orb guarded the night
With sky full of jewels sparkling so bright
Mirrors etched in the tranquil black pool
Where underneath rests a sleeping soul
Oblivious to the stench of murky darkness
Echoes from croaks and jump-in splashes
Tightly clenched from the flanking noise
Awaiting the fiery glow to dry the moist
When the azure sky reflects the daylight
And in the foggy water spike beams of light
It signals the time to rise from the mire
To stand and bloom for others to admire
A pinkish glow in the waves of greens
Affably in quiet bloom to scan the scenes
Gentle in the eye yet distinctively sharp
Seemingly near yet far from the grasp
Below, the tangled mess one cannot see
Entwined straws of threads floating freely
From where the buoyant beauty springs
Dancing with the current wherever it brings
Emerging clean from the grubby water
A symbol of purity, a source of wonder
To sink in the mud and rise without mark
To bask in the light then back in the dark
As the blazing star loses its burning glow
The lotus flower’s spell ceased to show
Receding to where she bows once more
Only to blossom like never before.
And she smiles in my face
But if I say nothing, she is without a trace
She's always on my mind but she doesn't seem to care
A one way love can never be fair
For while the recipient feels apathetic
The lover can only be pathetic
Wallowing in his lowly fantasy
Dreaming of a distant future of serenity
Living an empty world, reflecting an empty soul
No second half to complete a whole
Nothing to raise my spirits as we remain separated far
I only wish nothing could tear us apart
Nothing in this fleeting world of diminishing time
Just an impossible mountain we've been charged to climb
As we grip onto falling boulders
I only wish I was on your safe shoulders
Because coupled is the only way we can climb this hill
Otherwise I can't see how we'd do this by will
But here we are
Aligned above you are the stars
A constellation of an arrow facing your direction
The cure to my life, diseased with you, my infection
Though perhaps the arrow is pointing past you
Through you, telling me to move on from this woo
You're probably not worth it, and ignorantly I hadn't a clue
My soulmate, there's no celestial sign indicating who
Only the gray winds and changing feelings
Flawed logic in need of gross healing
But this one does not hold me as highly as I do with her
And I am intoxicated in love's seductive myrrh
She remains in a state of apathy
Her life goes on and her world spins affably
Me the unnecessary variable, the marginal tragedy
As my heart beats on with this fatal malady
I know someone who can love
I know someone who can wait.
I know someone who can take,
a better achievement than a bait.
A someone that stale fate,
in the eyes of those that can't.
I know someone who can sing,
agile when the bells ring.
Apt for a better fight,
in dawn of day and night.
I know someone who can sell
a better personality they can tell.
A wing of gesture and power,
loyalty and honesty,
affably less sour,
just for a better tale.
I know someone who is good
although less mature but good.
I know someone,
because this someone
is Me.
While plugging away at my own mental capacity
I write what I think with what I think is stunning veracity
But sometimes my peers surprise with insistent tenacity
And the gall and the chutzpah and the sheer audacity
To make outrageous claims that lack any academy.
I, being I, of course just can't let this tragedy
Lie, for if I, were to ignore it in apathy
And laughably, affably smile and accept with alacrity
Then my bones might just crumble as I sunk down in agony.
So in a ferocious but in my own way quite happily
And maybe, I must admit, with a bit too much pageantry
I tactfully attack this pompous calamity
This shanty, infancy of correct use of faculty
Without the piteous sanctity one treats those with a mental malady
Because this isn't an appeal to a friend but rationality.
And the casualty isn't you or me but our commonality
As a species, are we, who seeks universality
That won't happen when banality not fact is common mentality.
I built a nubile nest for them so we could live together
kept it warm in the long winter time of frost and freeze
no speeding storm of strife could ever sweep it away
where I held them secured within my enwrapping wings.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way
as a parent the process with them I could affably share
the ephemeral delight lasted till they chose to fly away.
In the flood of the surging river of drowning sadness
I felt the load of loneliness sink deep within my essence
as from the eroded bank of yearning they disappeared
and I heard the distant bell of destiny toll faintly for me.
As the flow of time searched for a course to the eternity
in twilight’s fading gleam I breathed the air of desolation
I heard it whisper the swan song to me on the passing
resonating in my soul with the rhythm of my last sigh.
August 27, 2021
Title Chosen : Last Sigh
Contest : This Or That, Vol 6
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
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