Best Arrive Poems
Those Sounds That Now Arrive In Early Morn
Can one ever believe in this hope and life,
when infancy now has no great strife?
Yet soon a decision simply must be made,
nobody sits forever in contented shade!
In this ole world evil and chaos abounds,
chases us like a mad pack of wild hounds.
Across flowering meadows we swiftly race,
doing most anything to not this life face.
Sadly, desperate flaws we all must endure
our souls weak, none so clear and pure.
Living bravely is what we really should do,
this world's low standards give no clue.
Often our silence seals our sad fate,
yell or scream before its too late!
When that boulder hits you from above,
curse it and swiftly give it a shove.
Along this path signs will soon appear,
yield not to the ever present fear.
Boldly strive to give love that is true
knowing, a record is always kept on you.
We may see with our poor, muddy eyes,
its all there in our imagination skies.
A ship with our happiness its only load,
upon these stormy seas we must be bold!
Are we to be mere victims of our world,
never defiant with our banner unfurled?
Nay, tis better we pray for hope greater,
follow not the path of saddened life hater.
This life is now resting in a true, loving place
faith, love and joy smile upon this face.
Those sounds that now arrive in early morn;
Yes, I remember-
they were there back when I was first born!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-24-2015
note: Facing life with courage and hope.
Ending will come someday but I now know I was granted mercy,
a great blessing and true love of wife , family and friends!
When you arrive,
I will be there to meet you, Love.
bouquet in hand -
violet blooms to match
your blue eyes' sparkle.
And you will be there with a gift for me -
the smile in your sweet eyes.
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July 25, 2022 for the Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Lisa YY
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
That's not my elephant!
The big grey one, standing in the middle of the room.
That's not my elephant, is that what I was thinking,
What I was thinking when I let her leave?
I knew I shouldn't have let it happen; she should have stayed the night.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, gone all because I didn't have the guts to take her keys.
Back when we were little, just barely 2nd graders,
We would to talk about how we would grow old together.
Best Friends Forever.
We would stay at each others places every night,
We has so much in common.
Favourite colour: purple, favourite number: 4, favourite food: spaghetti.
How would I, How could I let her leave when I knew her condition?
We had been drinking all night?
Why hadn't I remembered the bill of rights?
The First Amendment - Freedom of Speech.
Why was I afraid to talk?
Why hadn't I just said "you're staying the night"?
I have a pull out couch, where she could have stayed.
Even my bed, in which she could have laid.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, I will miss you forever,
and I'll never forget.
Next time a friend plans to drink and drive,
I'll take their keys or call a cab.
To make sure that unlike you, they'll
Arrive Alive.
For Matt Caliri's contest "That's Not My Elephant"
Swing by my season, where rosy colors bloom
Dreary storms have left dissipating the gloom
Spring made its debut charming every reason
Where rosy colors bloom, swing by my season
Admire cosmic view when the sky is still blue
Peek deep into horizon where soft winds blew
Looking for a clue searching kaleidoscopic hue
When the sky is still blue, admire cosmic view
Flow with the ocean when winds ride the tide
Floating on horizon where the Swallows glide
Rotating with the earth's synchronous motion
When winds ride the tide, flow with the ocean
Smiling regally you arrive, hearing fervor speak
Leaving behind sad memories aching to peek
Caressing emotions granting love a test drive
Hearing fervor speak, smiling regally you arrive
April 27, 2018
When you arrive
With a soothing wavy clinch
Of fair autumn blooms
Or velvety pat of marigold
In the early winter dawn
Clad in diamond studded grassland
To meet after the sagacity
Of grass widow
An avalanche in me melts,
Blanketing the hurricane-
Nay, the volcano,
In heart and soul
In the firm flight of falcon
To talon the prey
Or love with equal dexterity and ease.
The clouds in bottle tussle
To kiss the earth struggle
The earth with the heaven mingles
Dissolving the hilltop swindles.
In your approach
The stars in elation smile
With their eyes in glee twinkle
Gliding in ease, the moon awakes
From the blanketing clouds to grin
The uprooted tree with twigs anew
Days of light it counts though few.
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There comes and goes blood of immortal ones
virgins crying without dropping tears
we will hear sad and sorrow songs
in which title is shame and the chorus death.
The pity one is that stupid little girl
who had danced long time ago
without any melody or drum beating
do I have to sing for her?
my song will be full of hate
sadness
madness
cries
sorrow and hopeless
will she be able to dance or to assist?
There comes a war, eternal one
where nobody will know an other
where everyone will be strangers to everyone
the mothers will kill their own babies
husbands will abuse their own daughters
and the grandmothers will sleep with their little sons.
The sky will be black with a red sign
the rain will be red with a rainbow of two colors
purple and move.
There come crying babies with blood tears
shouting and moaning of sorrow and sadness
no one to hear them, only cats and dogs
fighting for their blood tears.
No place for talking peaceful things but for damned things
who can take time of looking in the sky at that time?
everyone will be in darkness of feelings.
I will be sorry for the moms who will be pregnant that time
the babies in their belly will ignite them before born
and there will come some hypochondriac
even when some will try to give birth
their husband will took their babies and eat them.
No house will be belonging on this world
they would be flight away
there will be only holes of idolatry
the hot air will be praising the God
but the world will become a hotbed of crime.
Will I arrive on time??
NRIs (Non-reading incorrigibles) always start their public school careers not in August or September, but rather on November 16th, because November 15th is the day all schools get paid in full for the entire school year for each student who is enrolled that school whether they attend that school one more day or not. Thus, charter schools, which can kick them out, almost always kick them out on that day when they have reached a certain age - usually ten, and the school has reached a certain intolerance for them. I am sure they have the paperwork all ready to go the evening of November 14th.
One year we got six NRIs from the same charter school, in the same grade level, and five of their parents told us we should not put them in a class with each other. This was a bit of a problem as they were in fifth grade, and we only have two fifth grade classes. Unlike charter schools, public schools have to take everyone. I imagine you already knew that.
These NRIs might not have become NRIs if they had attended an accredited public school with standards and guidelines in the first place, but unfortunately, they did not. Worse, some of their parents were not aware that the reason they were NRIs, causing the problems they were causing was due to their abject frustration that they have not learned to read or write or do math or anything remotely school-like. If you are a child, stirring up trouble is a fantastic way to get out of class, so the students who can do things like math do not figure out that you cannot do them. I know this, being an experienced math-despiser, who always tried to get kicked out of math class.
Keep sending us your NRIs on November 16th, you charter schools, but I think it is a travesty, and I do not see how you sleep at night. Maybe paying schools a yearly allotment for each student on November 15th needs to be changed somehow? Paying schools their student allotments monthly instead of yearly on November 15th might eliminate this problem.
The grasses massaged our feet
Till the hissers crawled beneath
Such a boastful way to greet.
The darkness reigned with silence
Till the stingers made an entrance
Such a pompous way to dance.
It's about time we re-establish our dominance
In dismissals we live,
In rejections we thrive
Life is not for the naïve
Failures are meant to revive;
To make you learn fast
So one day,
Glory would Arrive…
Don’t falter or Run away
When they put thorns in your way
When they push you aside
For one day,
Remember,
Glory would Arrive…
Why drown your heart?
Why expecting your demise?
Within tornadoes
And storms,
Didn’t you survive?
So one day,
Remember
Glory would Arrive
spring flowers arrive
when all old roses
show their ugly thorns
(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
And now here I am
In the centre of your palm
In the middle of your dream, so calm
And in a sight that soothes, like balm
A world with the best, of no harm
Inside where am myself, a man
And you are the beautiful maiden woman
In your dreams I have emerge
And here with thousands gauged wire am guard
Then our fantasies come to merge
And to the centre of your chest, in this world I brace a badge
Here into your simple world I have travelled
A place where I do nothing but marvel
Chaos arrives on broken wings
Imbued with ideas and passion.
Order arrives on rails
Complex in its simplicity.
Anarchy is a stowaway
Removing all systems,
Those perfect or corrupt.
System lends itself,
Its power of structure,
To accomplish
Or to limit.
Not all change is good,
Not all change is bad,
No system is perfect.
There is
No absolute perfection in order,
No perfect chaos that can stand the test of time,
No true anarchy that can last through the ages,
No system that won’t collapse under stress.
But we can last.
No individual is perfect,
No idea perfectly fitting
Some need tweaked,
Some need refitting.
They say don’t fix what’s not broken,
But what if what if it’s broken,
And they just don’t know what to fix?
Another viewpoint is needed,
In matters important or nondescript,
Or valiantly we must retrofit,
Our way of thinking, our way of life,
Or come crashing in a heap of
What if?
What if it had gone like this,
And not like that,
Which had crumbled down
Into the ocean above and below
What if?
What if?
What if people had worked together in the beginning,
Not just one group of people, but all people,
And agreed to endorse change.
Don’t change what’s not broken,
But what if it’s still being fixed?
A Heart Moans, Promises Arrive
The heart's deepest moans are heard
on a victoriously high throne!
Swords, Scepters and Blades have castles made,
all mercy is not lost when a poet
lays bear his gentle soul
with hope and love so freely shown!
The pen sings, the mighty sword has been overthrown!
gentle winds are forever blown
Cries for justice, love and gentle mercies ring
bells in high clouds gracing earthly scenes
blasting happiness into this world!
Gabriel blow that promised horn loud
stir the hearts and souls in every crowd
let the children learn to love right;
defend spirit with strength and Godly might
sending evil on a headlong flight
no longer to ever plague this world
opened hearts rule fiercely day and night!
Our hearts seek to forever, forever unite!
Light slays blindness, mankind regains blessed sight!
Robert Lindley, 09/21/ 1990
I replied with verses from this write to another fine poet
this morn. Could not remember it all but that small part
so I went digging in my stash and finally found it.
Presented exactly as it was written but I wanted to do
an edit and then thought no. Let it stand as is. I must
have thought it a finished piece back then since I signed
and dated it..
** THE GLORIES NEAR **
Here! The Glories have arrived from
afar..as far as east from west.
The Glories come riding mists
To lead us leaping over our discontent;
over waves lost from their beaches,
their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken.
The Glories bring our maps to
The Exquisite: our longing, our desire.
But, the routes, so hard to decipher…
We are slow pioneers of the holy-All!
May the Glories set aflame our spines,
Running currents to thrill us up from
Our sleeping, our trances, our
Vagaries, so we may again seek and see…
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(c)sally young Eslinger 1/5/22.
Glory to God