Best Bends Poems
I just pulled a little something
Straight out of nothing
With pen in hand I wrote it all down
If you don't grab it when
You see the air bend
You have to wait till it comes back around
I added a twist
So the words would all fit
Cause I love the way rhyming words sound
It came with a melody
Blown in by the breeze
They went together like a night on the town
I blew off the dust
Removed some of the crust
Added a verb along with a noun
Bundled them up
In yarns of thought
Then wrapped them both in this poem neatly bound
Under the Elm Tree
The wind bends the ragged weeds
slowely the light fades
As the rainbow bends
So do I, to the glorious morning
Still light, long shadows
Surrendering it all, unto Him, unto you
And the night be coming, will again
But, upon seas of love
Below the sun walk, is far greater
Than beneath beyond stars and rapid moon
Interlock steps into powers higher
Transcending above fleshly fires
Choice shall begin its end
Or, thus an end to begin
Wedlock unlocks paradise gates
Eternity always there, always waits
Arms hence forever stretched
For I, for you unto comfort in
Diving deep underwater, mask on
To hide your face, conceal your oxygen.
You go deeper and deeper, not realizing
How deep you’re going.
Eventually, you come face to face with a marlin,
But you see them as a carp.
You can’t tell the difference between
A carp and a marlin.
You don’t see the marlin, rare as he is,
And you mistake him for a carp.
Well, this carp has a hook.
A hook that will
Plunge its way through your heart,
Your soul, and your mind, and will
Take everything out with it and swim
As far away from you as possible after.
But you don’t even realize it, because
You’re not a fisherman.
You can’t tell the difference between
A carp and a marlin.
And that will be your downfall.
We were two souls separated by a wide river,
and to cut the distance we needed to build
a footbridge enhancing the green landscape;
that would have been our wonderful dream
to meet on the wooden bridge and watch
each evening a rose-tinted sunset so unique!
And the hummingbirds would come to build
their nests in the ever-green shrubs and bushes,
dandelions and daises would grow on each bend;
gorgeous butterflies lured by them would float
on the whitest cherry trees that bees would love
by greeting spring with their intense scent dispersing!
Even night would seem more realistic to the eyes,
there would be stars and fireflies; Earth would become
a scintillating scene which would have nothing to envy
the endless Heavens so distant and fading from view...
as the glowing sunrise would turn into a refulgent light
showing once again the walkaway of the footbridge!
Then a multitude of larks would take flight shrilling,
we would look up and see how happy they are!
When Man protects Nature and embellishes it,
true harmony is heard in mountains, hills and valleys,
no creature needs to fear anything, but roam freely;
and us enthralled by this vision, walk home serenely.
Written on 7/35/ 2016
The shadows of doubt
May cover our thoughts;
Cover our sights;
Or ruin our dispositions
But the shade of truth hasn't lost its
Luminance that creeps and overruns
The mind from disillusions
And bring it forth into the lighter part of the dawn.
Confined in a nostalgia that is akin to a rhyme
With hope that is free but beyond one's reach
Like the wind that musses but can never be gripped
Nor be touched like a falling rain.
Seeking refuge to some childish imaginations;
Or fantasies and pure hallucinations.
With a never ending crave for happiness and consolation
That can only be catered by a friendship that never bends.
The road to your heart
Is always busy
Sometimes jammed
A lot of junctions
A lot of traffic signs
A lot of flyovers
A lot of humps
A lot of bends
Dangerous and challenging though
But amongst the many stops
Yours should be the last stop
The safest to rest
The most joyous to relax
Mist rises high above the waterfalls splashes
As the sun shines through the mist,
Rainbow sunrays cover the mossy mountain slope
Emerald and jade stones sparkle on the landscape
From the pool a small shallow stream winds a path
A lone white egret stands watching on the island
northerly breeze bends
wild cherry tree's loaded limbs....
fat robins fill sky
~ light shafts thru azure ... air mixture gone, my blood boils - mind
spins agony ...
I reach for bright ropes, but they melt within my grasp ... dark depths
swallow me. ~
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "When One Line Is Not Enough" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor. Syllables checked at HowManySyllables.com 17/line.
Drained of life I now see
Feeling the cold like a withered tree
Not old enough to feel like this
Too strong, too fit to be like this
Hear these words whilst I can still speak
See the truth from my eyes leak
A man I saw was not a man
A man who shook me by the hand
I felt the life drain out of me
He smiled and said goodbye and now I see
His eyes were fire burning under human lens
His voice angelic with menacing timbre bends
For as I fell upon my knees
He watched my pain with glee and walked away with ease
And now the Dr's can't work it out?
They know it's no modern disease or bacterial count?
So I must say to you before I go
That fateful night I met a demon; this much I know.
when
i
kiss you
upon
your
cherry red lips
you
light up my life
and
i
want to make things right
between us
in the sunlight
yeah
i
know
darling
you
set the right conditions
well
you
just give me
one day of living
my sweet darling
the love
that
we
both deserve
and
i
am still sure
love bends the heart
In the lea of the rolling soft bends
there’s a spot fills me with a shiver
where the warmth and the cool softly blends.
somewhere between ocean and river.
Tall trees grow shorter and slimmer
as the scent of the ocean takes hold
the light of the moon shining dimmer
casting shadows grown gnarly and old.
As icy salt air curls everything near
slow rising to reach the tall peak
old fishermen sit on the edge of the weir
paying heed to the winds as they speak.
Knowing the seasons beginnings and ends
in the lea of the rolling soft bends.
John G. Lawless
©11/10/2021
One God,oneness one knows still,he bends,he bellows some one,surprising!
Repetition inversing,
black hole in my head
In perpetual silence,
words collapsing unread
Reality bending,
rescinding the end
The beginning left virgin
—repeating again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)