Best Ambles Poems

I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had to issue advisories and warnings, like a jumbo roar of yellow lion,
So plans could be made and trouble avoided, until...

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One of my favorite poets here is Craig Cornish. He made me fall in love with the sonnet. :) He coached me in getting the meter right. It has become my favorite form to write in. This is a poem Craig wrote for me. I'm...

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Edited to include "creatures of the night"

They wait for shadows
to rush and fill their forest home.
Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl
or the whip-poor-will’s call,
they appear as silently as the black of night itself.

A fawn in hiding ambles over to a pebbled pool.
Its...

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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.

Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling steaks,
Cabernet Sauvignon, roasted hams cut high off the hog.

Grandads wearing...

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A tender discourse of artistic thoughts
Ambles my mind searching for prologue
Aiming to become a poetic dialogue,
Striving for words that elicit a response.

And you enter with an aiding portrayal
Letting my words live and breathe,
To evolve into lines of synchronic rhythm
And emanate sounds of lyrical music.

And you...

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She wanders to a dream, a place
Where weeping willows brush her face
Beneath the branches bending low 
She's walking where a garden grows

Grass gently sways, as cool as glass
And timid blows the warming breeze,
That fetches shining hair with ease
With wisps of gold, which fly astray, 
Like...

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He prepares for a carefree day,
for jovial conversations,
for cheerful smiles and lively faces.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.
My mind swells with ceaseless terror.
 I plead in my prayers
that our lives shall prolong further than this day.
I prepare for the grand attack.

He ambles through the...

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Autumn chilly days will soon be over,
There will be no bees over the clover.
The last vermillion leaves some red some gold
The breeze blows and my heart is much too cold.

I walk aimlessly in an unknown path,
My heart is like a sea with ugly waves.
How dare...

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Along roads where mistral sweeps
Loneliness within ambles on
Every other step falling, keeps isolation
While, happiness continues out of sync...

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It was just an old ravish smile
that caused me alarm,
when all those years ago you first
resonated within my chronic confusion.
I thought you were my father
back from the dead,
remembering he was never slow in
creating lattices of fabrication either.
After what seems an eon it is
so strange meeting...

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"The velvet veins running through my deep-coloured wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart's frosty rays."
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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is he, yet as fresh as tomorrow,
in green ponds he fishes...

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An illusion a mirage
Ethereal she glides

Most graceful nymph 
Our Lady of the Lake

Appears surreal at twilight
Tends to her waterlily garden

Converses with the butterflies
A lost soul she ambles and meanders

She haunts the silence of the night
Then disappears dreamy as the mist



AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber ambles

Timelines cutting cross
my magnetic magenta 
miracle to dissipate in
dry desert winds
my gaze unmoved 
as quizzing quantum 
queens swirl around
a Blue...

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