Best Astonishingly Poems
~~Move the Clouds~
(A Reason for Rainbows)
When you left, you took my heart!
It was midnight.
You darted out of the house into
that midnight Spring moonlight,
with but two sentences.
I stood there weeping, with my tears
falling on my starlit engagement ring.
Like a fool, I believed what you said.
You bag of arrogant wind!
I seriously thought of suicide
each day for months.
I went into therapy, too
But God had much bigger plans
for me.
He placed a beautiful man in my life,
who never hurt me or caused strife.
I became the Mother of a
beautiful girl, an outstanding
grandson and a totally transformed life.
I don't let people's outrageous
evaluations of me cause me
pain.
Others judgements are what
they are, their judgements!
They are not me.
I learned to soar like the white
sea gulls above the Pacific.
So astonishingly high above
San Francisco Bay!
Whenever, I chose~night or day.
And be totally me, me, me.
Now and forever.
Free ,free, free!
Of others' arrogance and
grandiose superiority.
~~~~~
June 2, 2019
3am PST
My black is beautiful from head to toe
It's not just the fullness of my lips, or broadness of my nose.
My black is beautiful; it’s not a curse but a gift
It’s more than the texture of my hair, and the span of my hips
My black is beautiful; both inside and out
It defies the odds, erases all doubts
My black is beautiful ; it's strong and its proud
It whispers so powerfully that it screams out loud.
My black is beautiful, it obliterates the stigmas
It's not what you call conceit, its confidence and charisma
My black is beautiful, a flawless creation
It stand on adversity, overpowers degradation
My black is beautiful, spirited and resilient
It’s phenomenal, significant, and astonishingly brilliant
My black is beautiful; it’s the embodiment of faith
Its hope, and its grandeur, its glory and grace
My black is beautiful, although seldom seen
It’s the crown that adorns the heads of true kings and queens
In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind
and embroiders my soul on an errand
into a white night of a white Christmas,
in a white dreamland,
and having sleepless dreams,
and numerous pictures,
which I can’t clearly depict
but I could reminder an auction,
where flood, was sold at a discount
and breath, to the tallest bidder
Therein in,
my late hero brother,
cheerfully sang from his hero’s songbook
and I astonishingly sang along
with a bright smile and cry,
craving for a new hug,
but we could not hug nor shake hands
And he palely said to me,
I am back to stay,
never to leave
But I woke up, to notice it was a white lie,
Why so, my hero brother?
I try to anger in white lightning,
but I notice that my anger is colourless
and my sweat is adourless
I also try to use white magical feelings to give him a hug or bring him back,
but I could not,
because I am not a professional white witch,
My emotions has been white washed,
and I feel like white trash,
because my hero brother has been trash away from me,
by death
I feel like giving up my white ghost,
like a prostituted white slave,
by drinking up a full tank of white spirit liquid,
so I could be on his ream
But my hero brother begged me not to
He consoled me by saying;
that no matter how transparently apart we where,
his soul will never stop blowing the whistle of joy
or flash a white flag in surrender to death
Because his music will never end, nor will his whistle blend,
because the only thing he has freely given to death is a white feather of shame
This filled me will plenty white hope,
I will sob no more!
Because I now know that my hero late brother is a white knight
I will wait for him, in this unlabeled white land
till we meet and share hugs again
I lay my body on this heap,
My eyes are weary and longing for sleep.
As the world gets darker and begins to swirl,
For this poet has found comfort in a suicide pill.
My body will be found stiff and chilled
With a note that says “Kiss my ass you cruel world”
I... just..wanted to be loved you see
And the one I love does not belong to me
I... saw her today at the train station
I felt that emotional possessive fixation
She... was...astonishingly radiant, too beautiful to mention
My curse, Gods... perfect invention
Just to think one year ago
I was smelling her, touching her kissing and making love to her you know
Now... I’m tired... life is not the same
How I crave for the innocence of my youth again
To restore my chance to have life in heaven
To rid this curse and make me unleavened
But the chances of that happening are slim to none
So kiss my ass world and the rest of you, have fun
As I lay my head on this bed
I hope to get it right and they will find me dead.
The Legend with his lyrics
Expressed a hope, a wish, a whim
An unattainable dream to stay forever young
Today in the morning light
I saw myself looking back at me
Suddenly surprised at how desensitized
I’d become
To the irreversible sands of time
A weathered look astonishingly like Dad
Who without dispute is old
What good are nips and tucks or Botox?
Fabricating pretenders with fake facades
Surely weather-beaten portraits whisper
To those who care to listen
The truth etched and creased
In frowns and wrinkles and blemishes
In thinner hair gone grey
A noble story worth telling
About accepting the challenge of life
In tears and disappointments and regret
I turn away and leave behind the portrait
That startled me
And can’t help but wonder whether I have laughed enough
All right, here is the scenario and the how. Defeat the deceit she believes to be
hers, abandon the bond between us, with re-established trust admiration and lust
must appear. Bring me a woman that has made mistakes, bring me a woman that
can appreciate love. Allow the grace of my space be music and fire, offer me in
peace solitude to display my desires. Allow the pens flow in rhythm with the stereos
display. Fire in dance lifts morbid ideas in each instance to date. I will behave in
paradise, that is if they never surprise my glide. I know this really cool place at the
mountains base where we can get away for a few days, the grass of noon will creep
below our feet bare beneath the sun of June. Now we no longer must linger in wait,
the time allowed for slide past debate is lost on my mind. My side, the right, slid left
releasing the shake of my hand in invite. Freedom yet remains the stake, though
money is no longer illusion. I wish to say something on this occasion upon which we
now celebrate, as long as Christmas has wreath I will have wrath and wreak havoc.
You see love, mastering the art of conversation does not mean you control them, it
means you are in them. Speak or fall, seek allies and meet demise, simply satisfying
me with surrounding may eliminate inquiry. They are all so pretty with their smiles,
so sexy with their denial yet none are beautiful. The three core parts of woman that
carry the absolutes of truth: the eyes, the mind and the smile. For these attributes I
offer dream and choice of my serenities. Let it be aggressively possessive,
astonishingly perceptive, apparently personable, awakened passion paints a
portrait of a poet.
Oh my love
ever dear to all my existence
I can never look away ,
from the man you’ve always been from the start
even when times may change on us from time to time I will love
and lose those who have always been a part of my life
in so many ways ;
You keep me a stronger woman
in every single way I’ve seen you in the
days long since past ah but even prayers go sometimes
unanswered even in the dreams which have been worth nothing more than pain .
even your name
means to me death ah but please spare
me the pain which has lost all purpose in this life ,
I will never look away from the
night’s mysterious aura which is
now shrouded in darkness more so than another time
gone long ago ;
I will go on wishing to someday
make that difference which no one else ever could
in all those times melding into me so long ago in his
caring arms smoothed over in love so
astonishingly beautiful in every way it truly is
to me now .
Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes its own slight
Just listening to its rhythm causes my pen to write
I Will Cry At My Wedding
By Rick Rucker
Those tears will be very real,
They will reflect the way I feel,
To have found this lovely Wife,
Especially this late in Life,
This gorgeous woman who is never boring,
Always sends my Heart a-soaring,
To astonishingly new heights,
With her Womanly delights,
After having availed myself of her charms,
We fall asleep, in each other’s arms,
I do not know how I earned,
The about face that my Life has turned,
I probably should not question why,
That I am the World’s luckiest guy,
Still, she is so fine,
I hope to make her happy to be mine,
To live happily ever after,
Our lives, full of Love and Laughter!
Into the tunnel we went
In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery
Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure
With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders
Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers
Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses.
Dust
Crumbling rock, spider webs
“Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me
Batteries dying
Her energy rising
Cold it was- freezing
“I want to know you”, I told this ethereal little girl
“Tell me your story.” I asked softly,
Abashed.
Charged.
The atmosphere changed from a place
Deep, dark, eerie
To a warm sunny day
I saw her swinging from a tire hung on a tree
Happy, golden curls flying as she weaved to and fro
Laughing as a little imp- a true fairy
Then she showed me her dismay
I followed what she showed me
In terror and pure agony
A man, tall and tenebrous stood behind her
An axe in his hand
Blood- crimson dripping from it’s fierce edge
She never saw him
Her head rolled as he laughed- jubilant from this carnage he wrought
To Anita and her whole family
Her seraphic face froze in a scream that never came
Anita was stuck, in this place between the worlds
Confused, searching…
“Anita”, I told her in a rage of the dark, ominous man
who pillaged her chaste soul-
“Go Sweetheart, he is gone. Do not be afraid anymore.
He cannot hurt you!”
Waiting…the biting chill returned
My EMF read astonishingly high… Still I waited
“Ohhhhh, it is so bright!” Anita sighed.
Waiting…
My EMF began fading
Anita’s rage, anger and confusion began to abate.
Slowly, a mist appeared
Upward it floated, in it I saw her face
Smiling, peaceful, serene-
She had finally found her way home.
an apology approaches awesome ambience
adverse advances amass at altars
academically aroused arcades are absolved
astonishingly abrupt adverbs articulate arduously
atlas awakens all around
arrggghhhhh audacious aardvarks attack aimlessly
The Mermaid's Rescue
A lost and lone survivor of a sunken warship
back into conciousness the sailor finally did slip
All alone in the vast, vast empty water prairie
fleeting thoughts of home and his sweet Marie!
Hazy, crazy thoughts swirled in his aching head
had he not drowned , O' why was he not dead
Memories of being saved by an unseen guiding force
O' but what a song , what a beautiful angelic voice!
Visions soon appeared for his mind's eye to see
of a beautiful creature rising to his rescue pleas
Hair of radiant gold lying lovingly upon breasts bare
a swimming angel appeared ever so swiftly there!
Now waking upon this small and desolate rock
feverish and deep in the throes of a tragic shock
Suddenly hearing voice began to softly, sweetly sing
his spirit , soul healed so quickly that voice did bring!
Searching eagerly across the shining ocean's waves
for a mysterious hero that did desperate lives save
A wished for vision soon appeared at the water's edge
a mere dozen feet from the jutting rock's lower ledge!
The same beautiful face he saw in his vision's haze
the magical creature he now knew his life had saved
One even prettier than his cherished, loving wife Marie
now it's entire form he could astonishingly see!
A Mermaid ! Heavens how could such vision truly be
strange tales, fictional legends of very magical seas
Could this have been answer to his desperate pleas
a vision so tempting that his faithful heart it did tease!
Singing stopped and that voice began to clearly speak
telling he had been fast asleep for an entire week
A rescue ship would be arriving there that very day
as it appears I must say goodbye and swim away!
Final hours his Mermaid and he did pleasantly share
he in awe of her glory, her sexy body and golden hair
So many amazing stories of many a daring rescue feat
telling of rescues where sister Mermaids even compete!
Suddenly that promised ship raced coming in so fast
sailor knew this was his only chance, his very last
Please, he asked, will you give me a good-bye Mermaid kiss
wished granted , Mermaid vanished into the deep, blue abyss!
Rescued and now safely aboard his miracle life-saving ship
his story told and nary a miraculous part did he dare to skip
His tale he told to all that sat amazed at his strange ordeal
so mythical and strange, even he wondered was it truly real!
Robert L. 05-29-2014
When she sits alone,her mind just wanders off,
being in company yet lonely,
A thought strikes and puts a smile on her face,
eyes shine like sparkles, 32 muscles brighten her up,
Heart enters into arrythmic zone,
feeeling of happiness is encountered.
just started off with friendship,
no one knew it would lead something to new.
When friends tease with his name;no element of anger astonishingly,
When a simple glimpse makes palpatation audible,
When a small conversation with him feels time has paused,
feels moment never to end.
When your name gives rise to another at all times,
When hearing a name makes a day forever,
When thought of losing someones gives you shivers,
I wonder is he a devil that makes nervous system more nervous?
or is it an hormonal imbalance?
As mostly she is seen in dreamy land when heared about him...
When there is a wish of growing old together,
When you know he is uxrious of you,
When you know you can face tough times with ease,
When you find happiness in someones smile,
When you realise there is no room for justification;
just simple understanding between two of you.
When you know that someone is everything
When you do selfless deeds minus expectations,
when you wait patiently willingily for someone,
When you have come to conclusion that this might be being in love has finally occured!!
dont you think then its time to say more than those words,
just goes saying unsaid...
hmmm.. will it ever happen with me?
will my life be upside down?
or will i feel those similar feelings .. may be loves goes unsaid...
St. Patrick’s Day
Just a few yards ahead of my terrace,
Gift of Nature is my treasure, so precious,
A pair of gregarious trees Shorea Robasta stand,
Closely attached, as if branches hang hand in hand.
The trees start to shed dry leaves since last week of February.
In first week of March both show skeleton in haste and hurry.
Astonishingly every year on seventeenth March.
Tender nascent leaf buds peep out in each perch.
Perfect is the timing to greet and honor St. Patrick’s Day.
Pair of trees get covered with gorgeous veil in green spray.
They spread shiny glossy bushy big green canopy hood
Flora of Green Earth celebrates green vigor in happy mood.
Plants decorate themselves with leaves in various shades of green.
Let your evergreen Heart be keen to enjoy love of your Valentine.
03/20/16
Third Place
'March Poems, Old or New' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
“ECLIPSE OF A FRIDAY’S CHILD”
Childhood nursery rhymes stick like glue
Parents provide our initial point of view
Before our vocabulary has fully matured
Enabled to recite nonsensical verse –allured
Dismayed that Little Bo-Peep had lost her sheep
Aghast at the notion of Hush—A—Baby on a tree top
Concerned that when wind blows the cradle will rock
Trying to comprehend Wee–Willie-Winkie running through the town
Up and down stairs in a nightgown?
Enjoying perceptions of diddle-diddle, a cat with a fiddle
That astonishing cow jumping over a moon
While a dish runs away with a spoon
Why would Georgie Porgy have pudding and pie
And then kissed girls to make them cry?
Besides Bo-Peep, “Mary” had a little lamb—its fleece the colour of snow
Hers she never lost—it followed her wherever she would go
I cat was asked where it had been
Astonishingly fortunate—‘to London to visit the Queen’
Nevertheless, all it did there
Was frighten mice under a chair
Those poor little kittens having sadly lost their mittens
Stern mother making them cry, informing them there would be ‘no pie!’
Looking back I often ponder, which rhymes I loved the best
Reflecting on the infatuating verses my mind still possessed--
The characters of children reflected in days of the week
Being born on a Friday I was pleased –at my peak
Monday was complimented for being fair of face
Even Tuesday was serene with their grace
Poor Wednesday and Thursday were full of woe with nowhere to go
Saturdays child – doomed to work hard for their living
While Fridays child delighted in being loving and giving
As adults now, mature in thinking and reasoning
Some of these rhymes were illogical—unforgiving
There rhyming nature successfully disguised
Hidden meanings, connotations implied to rationalize
In this world we live with greed, malicious and offensive sin
A loving and giving Friday’s child I’ll endeavour—to undertake-- to win
"YOUR'E A LITTLE KID AGAIN"--AGE 2-3
Kim van Breda—February 2013