Best Ber Poems
The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
that baffle me. I-I just could not find the right word,
"you had that certain glow about you". Not the way you walk
nor the way you move, "but I believe in miracle's", yes
I do - yes I do. So finally I step to you and ask, would you,
could you smile ? just for the camara in my mind so that the
image of an Angel would be on my mind just in case the world
ended (today) much to soon, much before time. The first time
I saw you naked Angela, my mouth got lost for words-but the one
that slip through my lip's were (mmmunn) "what a gorcious women,
breast like lucious melons", and a voice (sweet) like that of the ocean
and wave's of heat and my idea of nerviousness brings trembeling to
my feet's.
"I do believe in miracle's", "I do not believe in love". Miracle's that it
take to sustain a relationship that the odd's of longivity are against us.
And we do become desponded, most of our day is spent fussing and cussing.
Never to see true love at its best. The first time our lip's did touch, I remem-
ber this Angel who I call Angela, she had my name tattoe across her chest.
Love, became the missing attraction, and you comfort me in my desire to ex
press myself, for I thought I was so macho, never in a thousand years, "will I
meet such a someone (?) that's such a women". A women (aaaah) such a
women, "from her head to her shoe".
Now Angela just in case the world ends tomorrow. Don't denie that there's an
"attraction". O'Angela.....kiss me quickly, "In the heat of Passion".
September morn flutters its bright wings
Radiant colors of love and joy it all brings
Never just a dream
Drizzles fuse with summer air in delight
Rainbow looms are strewn in vast site
They perfectly prim
September smiles brandish vibrantly on air
Virgon-Libran Stars pace dazzlingly in flair
Trees arc overhead
Gilded crackers carpet densely around
Others in streaky flames stud…abound
Let’s frolic and tread
September aroma wafts, whirls… swirls
Bracing breeze bounces, dances, twirls
A lavish confetti-bearer
Overture of year’s most awaiting parts
Enchanting hues rain from the start
Ber Months’ fun greeter
Sept. 23, 2016 (Fri) 9.59pm
©2016Leonora Galinta
I wrote this poem to greet you all lovingly a Very Happy and Blessed September!
Also, a very Happy Birthday to the September Celebrants especially to our very dear poet and friend, Andrea D. Her very special day was last Sept 5. Once again, Happy, Happy Birthday! This poem is for You and for all my/our dear Septemberian poetic friends. Wishing you the BEST in life especially Good Health, Happiness and Success. Biggest and sweetest hugs from me.
I Love and miss you all!
SMOOTH TALKER
“’til Christmas? Just two shopping days
With New Year a few more away
Considering (what you call) merchant ads -
manipulation
With Big Dave there still exists a good will
Sensation
Deck the rooms with Dave’s fine ‘threesome’
fa-la-la-la-laa-re-mem-ber Dave
The ad while not in fine spiritual keeping
shows good will with Big Dave, you save
Merry Christmas all you fine shoppers
out there in holiday land
Drop on by for some egg nog and
A tune from our Jingle Bell Band
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Come on down y’hear”
Of the many roads that I have taken
the many words which I have forsaken
Never could my passion bring
The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks
Gloom, the comfort of my tears
Tears, the instrument of my fears
Fear, the ransom paid of daring to dream
Dreams, the reward for all my gloomy ideals
Come! Feel the bronzie-blood upon my sleeves
Tilting Forcibly in that brazen breeze
Groaning for you to release thee
Begging in silence, pleading devotee....
Floating,
Hoping,
Wandering,
Despairing
,Fearing
,Soothing
,Exhaling
, Calming ...
Once again, once, .... again
What more can I attain
Must I dare to say
Drifting,
slowly,
dis-mem-ber-ed prey
Date : 4 Feb 2016 ( Inspired by Beethovens Moonlight Sonata )
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
WHEN---YOU/'R---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
THAT'S---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
YOU'RE---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
IT'S---A/SONG---SO/SWEET---'N/TART!
A/SONG---TART---'N/SWEET!
HELPLESS---UPON/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUNTAIN!
ZEUS---AIN'T/GOT---NO/TAKERS---BUT/LAKES---WELL?!?!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUN/TAIN!
IT---MIGHT/BE---FOUR/TEEN---HUNDRED/YEARS---LATER!
SOME/TIME---IN/17---SEVENTY---SIX!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
BOLT'N---LIGHTNING---HE/NEEDED---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
BRACKETS---'N/BRACES---'N/BOLTS---OF/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/'NOTHER---WONDER!
ZEUS---HE/MADE---'NOTHER---WONDER!
WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
HE---WAS---WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/SWEET---SWEET/FACE!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/FACE---TOO/SWEET!
GODS---ABOUT/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX/TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX-TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
Dear Jan.
Although at times you have given me more chills than I can stand, over the years we have continued to maintain our friendship since childhood. As you may recall, we have three friends with whom we grew up. There is something I want to say to them that I wanted you to know.
From me, there is no disregard nor disrespect for April, June, and August. But I love the feel and sound of a different name flowing through my lips.
I am rather partial to September, not just because it is my birth month, nor even because of those beautiful three syllables in Sep tem ber.
It's not just the orange colored autumn leaves falling from trees, nor even the happy hand waves and blow kisses of goodbye to the
torturous slow retreating summer heat that sometimes overstays its welcome.
Everyone needs a well-deserved break and a bridge, not just over troubled
waters, but we also need something of a reprieve for all those sometimes troubled seasons. I dare to think, that is what God had in mind when he
made The September Bridge.
Your Friend,
December
09032018PoSoup
If you have so many money -
Stay here and say that they are very good not only for your honey,
But it must ber also true: money are good for children too!
Remember their faces, their music, and most joyishily their impact on the crowds
and thongs of popparazzi that love them and even the one's that didn't, from San
Francisco to New Mexico. Icon's yes, in a world of their own, "we are not along".
Micheal Jackson, Tupac Shukur, Elvis Prestley, the Beattle's, Muhammed Ali, Pres.
John F. Kennedy and Rev. Martin L. King. Something about each one of them and it
took on a miraculous transformation that force many to believe in a change. Icon-yes,
music is the gateway to the inner spirit, of which a majestic quality emerge when one
can sell out concerts and their records produce's extranomical sales and folks from all
walks of life gets goosebumps whenever ther is chance to see them!!..
Micheal Jackson grew up right before our eye's, dance his way into our hearts, be
came such an Icon that, "Forever in Mememory", will become etched in history and all
of the contravercy that surrounded his life is a history to be learn and a talented human
being is thought of now as a part of the rising sun, moonwalking his way to become an
"Icon".
Remember their faces, their ultimate accodote in creating listeners and the younger
generation, a role module. Someone we will tell our grandchildren about over break-
fast at Hardy restaurant. Listening to Tupac, "lets have a Gangsta Party". The Beattle's
I love you yeah, yeah and now the tune, "Gone too soon", shall bring tears and the
Jackson 5 and anyone awakening this morning to the smile of the rising Sun. Remem-
ber their music and in your mind, keep the light on. "Forever in Memory", we want for-
get the "Icon's"...
Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning.
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules
are made
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
Arising from bed this morning about half-past five, I was delighted once again to be greeted with a September morning. A hearty good morning to you, my beloved September. There are choice memories of you that I am compelled to consider. Not only was I born on a noonday in September, but the birth of Autumn also appears on the 22nd of September. And like the memory of 30 years ago when I first heard a song with September in its title*. I shall never forget the place and scenery when I heard the song. That song has become one of my favorites, and like you September, it's so refreshing and delightful each time I hear it.
The summer heat sometimes flows into you like an over-heated engine. Like today, in my area of the country, it's going to be 111 degrees. Nevertheless, there is still this mindset focused and filled with ''goodbyes'' to the century-plus temperature days and ''hello's" to Fahrenheit numbers on the downside.
My sweet September, I like to feel the gentle and tender roll of your name across my lips: Sep tem ber. And I love the soothing sounds of Sep tem ber flowing into my ears. You are like a bridge connecting two extremes. You bring the season of Autumn to separate 'heat from cold'.
I hasten to add that we have a dear friend named June who is most delightful and kind. There is no denying that July is a beautiful word. And what's not to like about a name like August? I suspect that the three summer months provide more sunshine and light up our world more than any other. But it's you, September, that I most adore; and I truly love you more.
written2017; PresentContest, Colorful Fall, Nayda Ivette Negron 09172018
Summer's heat and the great 'out-of-doors' will be passing soon,
giving greetings to the beauty of Autumn, starting in September.
The syllables of 'Sep-tem-ber' roll across my lips so soothingly.
Each year, I say to her tenderly, "I only which that you could stay".
But like every Spring in the month of May, September slowly goes away.
Always rejoicing to see her come, I'm never ready for the exit of her calm.
082522PS
Ivon Hitchens a !e!ber of the 7&5
ww2 managed to survive
His horizontals resemblethe wide-screen
images to believe&be seen*
*https://www.castlegatehouse.co.uk/paintings-for-sale/ivon-hitchens/dark-landscape-1944/
Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.
Roman
Crimson red and blinding gold
Balanced upon ber small head.
Blonde hair cascades from beneath
In trestles of tight curls.
She leads her troops around ancient streets,
With a smile as bright as the rays
Of the almighty Sol's coronet.
Her lips uttered words of old
That soon resigned to memory.
Hong Kong
The humidity of warm daytime
Gives way to icy harbor air of nighttime.
Man-made neon dances on the water's surface
While natural moonlight seems to target her,
Illuminates her.
Tsim Sha Tsui's streets are hectic,
But its back alleys provide shelter,
And shaved ice with its sweet, milky taste,
Melts on her tired tongue.
THE DRUNK
It’s kinda nice -
thet aste,
thebuzz, th e life
Ok, I ofte n falldo wn
. . . big deal
Can’t rem em ber
things likewhen
I’m sup posed
to startmyjob
My wifeget s ang ry
Why? No moneyleft
for the re nt
or the gas bill
and so o n
But hey, I get to sit in alleys and talk with my buddies about world matters
We shout sometimes in heightened realization that the world is replete with
Useless people like politicians, oligarchs, lawyers, policemen, taxidrivers
Who won’t stop for you when
you’re
swaying
at the
kerb
outside
the bar. . .
. . . guys the
world cou ld do
w ithout, eh?
Pain s in myback
sometim es
wifesays it’s liver
but I thin k
it’s thatjob of mine
What do es
she kn ow?
M-erry months of Ber
A-im to give cold climate;
V-olume of men from summer
I-s now feeling
E-late.
B-er months of the calendar
R-oll from September to the last quarter;
I-t's the time when October goes,
O-pening the door for November.
N-ever ignore the morning breeze,
E-arly dawn in cool fine weather;
S-ave the thirteenth of December, your birth in the months of Ber.