Best Beams Poems
Moon beams in distance.
Carried by glittering waves,
Reflecting an ageless tide!
Rays of moonlight fall,
Caressing, soothing, calming,
Man's broken, weary hard heart!
He stands in the sand
Moonbeams touching his shoulder
One giant step for mankind!
The moon is falling,
from the sky coming down fast!
Can the mighty ocean last?
Surf's up came the cry,
Many feet come running by,
Can we catch that last big wave?
Underneath the many stars
within the moonlit air
Is a great big face looking down at us
for, It seems to sit and stare
It walks across the sky so slow
that, it's hard to see it move
I wish it could be here every night
for it's light I do approve
There's a saying the moon has magic
that, flows down through it's beams
It enters our minds while we're asleep
and, enhances all our dreams
I don't really know if this is true
but, I know it just feels right
To dream a dream that was sent to us
through the beams of our moonlight
Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall
Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.
Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays
Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains.
Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken
Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills
Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken
Relief too long waited, brings cold chills.
Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm.
Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light)
NOTE- Written from a message received in a dream last night.
My Muse refused to let me ignore it, thus I sat down and wrote it..
Pop the silver orb
Moon drops splashed upon your wrist
Goodbye on your lips...
She hangs from the beams from way up above,
Sways not making a sound,
Patiently waits to be noticed by me,
Patiently waits to be found,
With sun pouring through the hole in the wall,
Pouring all over her torn,
Her beautifully dark, broken down clothes,
Her clothes that she had once worn,
And she looks straight ahead, not budging her stare,
A smile escaping her cage,
A smile that’s not even meant to be seen,
A smile that hides all her rage,
And I sit, all alone, watching her hang,
My beautiful obedient slave,
My black and white painting of love on the wall,
In my studio, my office, my cave.
Quite a few of them tried rather fervently
To reach the light that hangs in bows
Sent sideways perversely
Through shadows of mist-like moonbows.
Or like a sundream cascading down memories
They’d trap in their heart’s chest-like the irony of the lion
Loving the lecherous acts of temporary reveries,
While believing and denying the truth of their carrion.
Like the lambs of our lives, the ancients walked with their lips
From the caves to the clouds they sung their pain
Turning self to others and rocks to ships
They gave us a sweet emptiness that had no name.
They shot beams of shades of truth and fire cries
And sung the leaves at night their stars and knelt grass
With bugs that served us plain through bark and breeze
Tries hard to not see the discrepancy between the moment one passes
And the moment one has to pass.
Moon beams dance
on bodies bare
Sun's rays glance
off golden hair
Star shine winks
at carefree whims
Breeze caresses
long, lithe limbs
Universal forces
all in sync
Lovers' arms
forever linked
Stroll along
endless sands
Whispers of
promised lands
sun beams on water
glows within the rising mist…
golden bars wafting
Russell Sivey
I.
Lighthouse runs during the rough night tonight
Splash, splash, the ocean beats upon the shore
Rocks create edge foam, a white gorgeous sight
Storm approaches the lighthouse to implore
Town builds itself around the lighthouse door
Faster, the ocean crashes on the sand
Warning beacon shines from this rocky land
II.
This lighthouse beams its bright rays far beyond
Ships acknowledge the light by their foghorns
Keeps their distance from the shore they respond
The lighthouse greatly shines and in turn warns
Grass near the shore completely carries thorns
Making the whole scene quite tense and is feared
Cold dark sky brightened by the light endeared
Russell Sivey
Arouse the morning
Light filters on jade waters
With icy sea stones
Lapping sounds caress
God’s beauty for soothing sound
Uninfluenced joy
The sun
Illuminates
Exposes fog's presence
Beams of light bounce through the thickness
Reveals
Plotting strategy
Through heavy fog and darkness
Light frowns into night
©2014 by Regina Riddle
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
silver beams dancing
gently casting deep shadows
that seduce senses
icy waters plunge
steeply down into the lake
forming long ripples
when on a lark, this primate shut his eyes
until sight formed slits doubling up as a wink
this earthling stared hard and scrunched brow
unintentionally mimicking,
the familiar Auguste Rodin statue
likened to a pose when one doth think
perhaps said captive pose pondering
(similar to me) about life on other planets
while I stared at lunar surface
akin to a disc or dime sized skating rink
awash with luminescence
and imaging himself whisked away
by an alien, synonymous
to the peculiar millions miles distant pastische
manifested entity than didst slink
a non hue man feline looking cat in the hat
comical creatures decked out entirely in pink
soft halos conjured up saintly mink
or...a far fetched thought suddenly
came to form in my mind,
that this har creature a found missing link
whose nocturnal glowing facade exploding charade
possibly a message
or motion nothing more
than routine smoothing out an anatomical kink
on front and back oh head resembling
a Doctor Zeus characterization,
viz a harmless rat fink
hm...maybe a vestigial progenitor
of former birth by Gaia now extinct
though from afar, the b52 shaped being
aye espied as fur ball affixed
with a long elephant like snout to drink
and appeared to lack occipital orbs,
yet evinced possible mode to see via a chink
impossible to restrain me noggin
appearing to nod and blink,
--------------------------------
hence entranced my attention fixed
from faint (perhaps a feint)
flickr ring meant as playful faux
role playing lunatic humorous acting wry
impossible to decode explicit antics
(of spacial cosmic guest),
no matter eyes nearly shut tight visual
wondering if non verbal communication
of mine correctly interpreted
meant to kibitz and vie
despite impossibility to validate,
a continuous effort yours truly did try
fixing thy gaze, nee straining
with alm aye might to esse spy
if cheap trick concocted entire visage,
which might not constitute life form
(admitting this chap to prevaricate,
and be full of baloney),
himself prone to confabulate
(dropped one to many times on the head)
when this rocky lunar image,
a moon scape comprising nothing
boot ham and cheese on rye.