Best Amicably Poems
Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.
Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.
Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples.
Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of waves, amicably,
pave a path towards destiny.
Hope vibrates like Apollos's lyre and lute strings,
as winds whistle lost tunes from Athena's flute.
Melodies of the silent sea summon torpid tides,
as desire merges in harmony with the harbour -
passionately embracing barren shores.
Aroma of dusk's dew cools in night's velvet sheen,
as sinking sun is submerged into the deep blue sea.
Sprinkling of pearls appear - their reflection
shimmering upon watery midnight blue stillness.
In silent clarity of blackness,
flowing footfalls of fate purify -
awakening mind from its reverie.
The Silent One
6 September 2020
Mirabelle - a plum, also known as mirabelle prune or cherry plum, is a cultivar group of plum trees of the genus Prunus. It is believed that the plum was cultivated from a wild fruit grown in Anatolia.
Poseidon, in ancient Greek religion, god of the sea (and of water generally), earthquakes, and horses.
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. His two musical instruments were the lute and the lyre.
Athena was a talented flute player, as she created it, but others ridiculed her when she played due to her cheeks. In disgust, she threw away the flute and said whoever picked it up and played it would be severely punished.
Nestling in my realm, as you host a daydream,
Reveling in breeze of my splendor evergreen,
I welcome you to my domain of rhythmic trills
Where roam the blue jays, robins, and crossbills
Feeding on berries, frolicking with hatchlings,
Singing gaily, serenading benevolent sanctuary
Amid bears’ huff, growl, and foxes’ feral-howl
Sheltered amicably from dry heat and rainfall;
Where trees reduce pollution, boost air quality,
Emit oxygen you breathe, by photosynthesis,
Bear flowers, fruits, nurturing your well-being
Temper climate cheerily, swaying with winds,
Hold soil in place, reducing runoff to streams
Protecting elixir of life in rivers and tributaries;
While you find balance in sanctity and peace,
Enlightened by whispers rustling in harmony,
That warn of deforestation ruining ecosystem,
And callousness that torches wildlife and trees;
Yet, I rise from ashes sprouting earth’s tranquility
For I am the forest of goodwill and sublimity,
Adorning every season, standing for you firmly,
Hosting you as you rejoice in salutary daydream.
May 22, 2022
Poem of the day on May 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
What is love my dear love?
When you cry, my heart weeps,
when you laugh, my heart rejoices,
when you have pain, my heart aches.
How much do I love you?
I am the bee, you are the honey,
I seek the fragrance, you are the jasmine,
I stare at the dark skies; you are there with silvery soothing light.
How deep is my love?
I am the heart, you are its beat,
I am the ocean, you are its waves,
I am the body; you are its soul.
How do I make you feel secure?
To survive, we all need dough,
We will share, all we will have,
Smart phone contents, may be too private to share,
Our own separate spaces, will help to dispel the fear,
Occasionally we will agree, to disagree on few issues,
Discussing the issues amicably, will solve the problems,
How strong is my love?
We may or may not be there life long,
But be assured,
I will be ever yours and you will be mine.
April 23, 2023
If I Were Your Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional shrapnel
as collateral damage from our argumentative battles
Our destructive habits fell onto her,
but children are very resilient, thank God
I loved being a weekend father
There was no bitterness about allotted time of custody,
none of that foolishness
My wife and I settled our divorce amicably ... no courts involved,
except for the legal formality of having a divorce decree issued
by the state
We worked things out between us much better being apart than when we
were married
It's funny how that works
So I got my daughter on the weekends, but over time I had her
more than the weekends
We bonded pretty good
And anyone with kids will tell you, that four-year-olds are a quirky bunch
They're old enough to do enough things for themselves,
but they still want you to do a lot of things for them ...
y'know, they still want the baby treatment
My daughter, she really only demanded two things of me when I first
started having her every weekend:
she wanted us to watch movies together, movies like "Lion King,"
or play video games together, video games like "Lion King"
And she didn't like the part of the movie where Simba's dad, Mustafa died
She always cried, and told me to skip that part ...
that always touched my heart
Because it told me, in unspoken words, that she loved me and didn't
want anything bad to happen to me
When she turned five, I enrolled her at my alma mater college,
in an art program for kids
My sister and father told me that my daughter had artistic ability
So every Saturday, we spent half the day at the college,
because after she got out of class, we would get something to eat,
then go to the main library on campus and get on the computers
To make a long story shorter ... she received an art degree
when she became grown
Becoming an illustrator and computer graphic artist
That's what being a weekend father means to me
Ziziphus Jujuba tree:
Australia's where they be.
Why all the fuss?
Well, let’s discuss;
We'll do so amicably!
Somewhat tangentially,
Known as a Jujube tree.
Ziziphus fruit
Sounds pretty cute;
I hope you will agree.
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H/T to Jack Ellison's Goofus... wondered what rhymed with 'goofus', and next thing I know, I'm looking at these weird red fruit...
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Thursday, November 4, 2021
Feeling like a lost soul I sit, as the train rocks me to and fro
the woman next to me is jovial and pleasant, with a glow
We chat and pass the hours sharing amicably without restraint
then she tells me she is heading for London to marry, oh how quaint
Perhaps your marriage will be blessed from heaven? this I say
as the gentlemen across from me smiles, cool as the month of May
I can see from his polished shoes and his gray fedora hat
that he's a man of well to do, much accustomed to small pratt
Later in the evening as I sip my tea with clotted cream
I notice how he stares at me, as if I were a dream
Feeling lonely and quiet daring I invite him to sit down
it is then that I do notice, that his eyes are chestnut brown
"Going to London to visit my grandma" I say, "she lives by the sea"
"I can escort you Mademoiselle," he says, then tips his hat at me.
Chose # 3 a passenger on a train
I know that I won’t forget you
Did you ever believe that I would?
What we had together was special:
Magical, and exceptionally good.
Even though it’s now over
And we have parted amicably
There is a little piece of you
That will always be a part of me.
You inhabited my life for so many years
Gave me more than I probably deserved
Your love and loyalty and devotion
Was complete and unreserved
And I, in turn, gave you everything
To make you comfortable and happy
We got along pretty well, most of the time
I loved you and you loved me.
But something changed a while back now
There was something gone amiss
I could tell by the way you greeted me
I knew by brevity of your kiss
Oh, you tried hard to hide it from me
And I wanted to believe, and I really tried
But your lies and secretiveness
You could never successfully hide.
I should have confronted you maybe,
Forced the issue, brought it to light
But what would have been the point of that:
Who would have gained from such a fight?
So I swallowed my anguish and pain
And waited for the hammer to fall
Although it took longer than I expected it to
I lived in hope it would not fall at all.
You were kind and gentle with me
I cried and you cried too
It broke my fractured heart to agree that
You had to do what you needed to do
Even then I hoped against rational hope
You’d change your mind and you would stay
However, you just kissed me one last time
Then wiped your eyes and walked away.
So I sit here with my memories
The photographs, mementos and things
All the ephemera of our relationship
Such sadness some this stuff brings
Yet remembrances of happier times, too
Can still raise an affectionate smile
So I’ll sit here looking and remembering
At least for a little while
I know I won’t forget you
It’s not something I’m willing to do
However hurt and lonely I am
I’ll always hold a candle for you
I will love you forever, no matter what
You are in my heart forever to stay
And maybe, if things don’t work out for you,
You’ll return home to me one day…
I've had many pets in my life.
Right now two cats and I abide
In my small house the size for us,
But I can't let this pair outside.
They're feral cats that I rescued
When wild coyotes invaded nests.
Wild coyotes on our rich farm land
Have become real cat-nab pests.
A neutered tom and spayed kitty
Have the full range of my loved home.
Their antics keep me entertained
And none of us now care to roam.
They run and play amicably
And gladly share their lives me.
11/16/2014
FIGURES OF MY LOVE
No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you
But the adverb of my love will multiply audibly
In the adjective of my wisdown I beautify you amicably
Prepositioned the thought of my heart for good
In the conjuction between love and hatred
Through the pronoun of two beings
We will fly higher so that they exclaimed
What love is to those in the dark side
On that day of our love, beautiful virgins will faints
On seeing the colourful love English we've made.
An ancient scraggy yellow cat
(nape infected with crusty mange)
frequented our house, asking for food.
He was not shy announcing his presence
or asking to be fed alongside another
guest we call No Neck -- the two were friendly,
sharing twin feeding bowls amicably.
Old Gold often bore the scars, the bloody fur,
of a frequent skirmisher (and loser.)
He was feeble, his sight not good,
and his vocalizations in advising us of his presence
were loudly unmelodious.
He enjoyed a fond petting and was often seen
padding cautiously about on nearby streets --
a free, though aged, spirit.
It grieves me to report that,
with good intent, we took
Old Gold to treat his mange,
but, after tests, were told
he could not be treated.
He had feline AIDS and leukemia.
So, he needed to be put down.
There are no cures or treatment.
We miss his visits and his scratchy-screechy calling.
His roaming done, he rests now, quietly,
in our garden.
One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun
Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever
But there within the walls of love light sealed
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever
There in the wicked world concealed, revealed
That Winter breaks for kinder weather
My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably
Entered Poetry contest: Winter Wonderland - sponsored by Emile Pinet on 12/27/18
Vacation Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
The sweet fragrance of tall palms swaying in the breeze,
brought continuous harmony into our hearts,
The smell of contentment spread as far as the eye can see,
This was our anticipated honeymoon, we were never apart.
We had been through way too much as a young adults. Our vows were made and we stepped off the plane quickly entering a world of tranquility and peace. Kauai was our paradise. This was our destination far away from the life we left behind. It was on the other side of the world. Our honeymoon was anticipated for months, and we were finally there. We couldn't unpack fast enough, for all we wanted to do was dip our toes in the soft sands of the Pacific ocean. It had streaks of cerulean and light green. I saw beauty in each pebble as the waters floated up amicably. The warm breeze showered a gentle mist through my body. I had never felt that way before. The tides gently flowed up to my knees tickling my legs....
sweet scents of palm trees
tender mist sprays through my soul
peaceful Kauai
On a tour we drove around the massive volcano Mauna Loa. It has a peak reaching almost three miles high.They have been formed over the last seventy million years. To see the eruption of lava was an amazing sight for sore eyes. I witnessed the red flow of the volcano dripping down into a hole to the core of the earth. As we drove up to the cliff, my stomach dropped to the ground. The depth of the Waipoo Falls was entrancing. I was hypnotized feeling a sense of magical desperation longing to fly freely into the blue. I saw such tender beauty in Kauai. We deserved this honeymoon after all we had been through. There we were, on an island created only for love. The intimacy was delicate and our passion for each other drove my mortality crazy.
volcano of love
together in paradise
honeymoon island
Believing we can share such a deep desire for a vacation
Engulfed into the magic an island can freely give
Nature so beautiful, bringing natural elation
Watching the warm waters is so seductive.
~Date Written: February 8, 2016~
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..