Best Beamish Poems

Barefoot in a field of daisies

hair blowing in the breeze

smile beaming ear to ear

babbling brook streaming nearby

A picture, no words

A story, unheard

Sunrays shining down 

from the cerulean morning sky

a parasol twirling in her hand

shading those beamish eyes

The cottage of stone hidden

in a bed of spruce...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha 
season of 
transforming 
dialects. 

But, why do I 
ricochet as...

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I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!

He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just...

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Alone in the hallway where time stands still
She serves out her sentence against free will
Brilliance shimmers under torn papal masks
Submitting to servitude and mundane tasks

She listens as the trapped butterfly pleas
Wishing to break out, waiting to be free
Pining to spread it's painted wings and fly
To...

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Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?

Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash
The self within the inner sanctum, like sand...

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“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to wake to new days
and new nights
to walk awake
in her fiercest...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet pretty thing
Brings her closer, his lovely little Alice
This trapped butterfly...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s...

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Neo*,
My beamish boy,
Who slayed 'The Jabberwock'.
"Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
My friend.






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*Neo is part Blue Heeler, part mongrel and all good. Mostly.
Lines used from Lewis Carrolls 'Jabberwocky'....

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A gentle breeze solaced by my langsyne
Enamored at your bonnie smile at first sight
I longed for time to see more of your shine
Flowed by your wavy smooth satiny coiffe an admired alight.

A beamish time reeled by your look so beauty
You prompted me to stay at...

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Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.

An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna with a sigh ... midst hollow
utter, guides dulcet zephyrs to...

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He said that it was brillig, but what did that word mean
And slithy is a word that I had never seen
If you gyre and gimble, what do you really do
I guess when in the wabe, you seek the meaning too.

Lewis was a master of words...

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In Beamish Street, collecting the rent,
Was how my Tuesday mornings were spent.
An arduous task at the best of times.
Nell McFee, hubby in jail for various crimes.
Sobbing to me as she had no rent to pay,
Offering to make it up to me in some other way.
With...

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A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had

The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start

Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell wrong from right

This lady then connives confusing witch's what
Spins spells...

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