Best Aloft Poems
Moody Blues is playing through my speakers
And my mind
A gentle tune of yesterday that feels so
Very kind
Tuesday afternoon, a fairyland
of awe
Plays scenes of yesters' visions
From youthful dreams
I saw
I close my eyes, time drifts away
Aloft a tune,
of yesterday
I walk the shore caressed in smiles
Touched by a thousand memories
Swept aloft by perfumed sighs
In the curl of your embrace
Mermaids carry my love to you
The tide returns with your kiss
Brians Select G 3rd Place
Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but those universal late December days rendezvous can’t be thrust off-course.
Primal raw wind howl dissing summer’s distant memory - spotty and erratic though it was.
Deck chair, seat of toil free bliss now cold front recess blob.
Mirage or wishful thinking from a wet weather veteran.
We live in fear of reruns like Ophelia or
2010’s black ice.
Storm Force Brian, Mount Fuji on an airwave shrapnel carrier.
Dormant Loch Ness shadow’s fervent air mass plugging festive tunes.
To fuel dispatch and chimney sweep alike a sacred windfall.
For those who struggle just another inroad on an ever
shrinking pocket.
Yet this annual curtain closer has its grail and saving grace.
Dark art charmer lacing every patch for knee high boot crunch.
Architect of igloo closet ski cap.
Sleigh ride bell upon that maligned feast around our globe (Noel hark the alpine carol)!
Bizarre but only to us frostbite souls aloof from glacial beauty.
Deep freeze spirit canvass may not surface.
Christmas anthems booming over frolic footfall streets adorned by night owls.
Chaser lights that gee up gutted ghost town black spot.
Urban ice rink dome another fantasy or wonderland.
Toy shop stock n trade whose only trade is stock.
Colour coded gadget clutching every cell of window space.
Fashion fodder wizards magic spark a toddler’s glee at every turn.
Boisterous strains of Santa rousing inner reindeers - the sort beloved by children down the ages.
Yuletide decor gift band holly bush spike.
Log tossed on fire, kindling stick incendiary, leaping flame enshrouds smokeless polish.
Punch bowl nasal spice so aptly named rum do!
Skim milk skyline flaunts its snow fleck jewellery aloft.
Stars of astral compass spread their twinkle dash on human garlands.
Winter’s stepwise edging in a whirl plume of slush.
Christmas well and truly has arrived
like all December Days.
A little bird told me,
you're out of the nest.
magpie struts haughty
its demeanor black and white
flips betwixt between
Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!
Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!
Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.
Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk.
©Anees Rahman
I
Humans are divine, but watch & emulate pigs
II
We have body-vehicles; "I'm my car," is like thinking you are poultry
III
Scripture helps us recall our divinity (versus eating with pigs, as the fate of The rude spendthrift & HEIR in LUKE 15, teaches us)
IV
Earthly problems drag us to poultry level.
Recall you are an eagle; fly with eagles
This beautifully designed
Spring, star-studded night.
Alive within these brave souls
Of courage, truly, a breathless,
Singular, moving delight!
I am not here to be an advocate
Only for me, a most piteous plea!
Yelping, as a child,pay attention to me.
But to also support oppressed
others, so far across the sea!
Kiiled with bloody, enthusiastic,
Antediluvian treachery!
Provincial~ oh, this I am not!
May freedom be, bravely begot.
Internationally, born thoughts,
Keep my soul high in flight aloft!
My soul tonight with immense
celebration, in ecstasy, caught!
4/19/2024
Happiness like a balloon must be handled with great care.
A very transitory thing, sometimes made of but air.
The bubble of content can burst from a less than kindly word,
Despondency replaces joy that had within you stirred.
Happiness to be of worth is made of stronger stuff.
It must originate from deep inside to ever be enough.
Happiness that must depend on another to support,
Is not the kind that will survive a storm of any sort.
True happiness is yours to earn and it can only stay
If anchored firmly to your faith so it won’t sail away.
Do not be afraid to let it float into the bright blue sky
As long as you hold tight to ties while remaining standing by
Written by Joyce Johnson 7/18/11 for Francine;s contest
"Happiness is a Balloon"
won no.9
Cleanfill and cement
selected pigments of orange and blue
a stiff chilling sky blue hue
to create a scenic spektical
beauty
marks the walls a sight for
people to admire
perfection
and style Phor-Lustoreteaze
the sight of marveled perfection
the lavishness
and her beauty
makes grown men
crumble and fall
her smile and capitavtivness
make me more eager to call
guess I oughta
doll up for her
since she so pretty
and everything
I bought a watch in
dellrio
these diamonds go
with everything
Aunt unilateral, naughtily tempting,
Unintentionally naughty toyboys attracting,
Nicely tantalizes ardent uniting,
Teleporting aloft, usurping NASA!
Aloft sits a bird in the corner above mine front door;
Spirited wings flapping so;
Opened mouthed chicklets trumpets pour;
Droppings food for its young to and for;
8/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2023
The ship in the harbor is sailing
with a blue flag aloft;
returned from a season of trading,
its crew is in sorrow for the captain has crossed
from this life into the great unveiling
at God's golden shore.
Note: If you are sad and describe yourself as "feeling blue," you are using a phrase coined from a custom among many old deepwater sailing ships. If the ship lost the captain or any of the officers during its voyage, she would fly blue flags and have a blue band painted along her entire hull when returning to home port. (Origins of Naval Terminology)
For: Blue Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Gold at the center
Ringed with black
Standing on silver
Never looking back
Coolest windswept
Hills aloft the sea
Looking toward heaven
Never more to be
Sun scorched and burnt
Now entirely free
Looking at the shadows
Tossed across the sea
I see you in Albany
yet you pull away from the call
aloft to all those that care
Gone are the fields
once mellow blue
that curved and glided,
that tears at your heart
Try to dream
beneath the trees
Heed the call