Best Betimes Poems
The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.
She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.
The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern;
Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned.
Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles,
Fancy dressed, and as vital to royal felicity, as a jade rose, with no troubles.
Forthright family were familiar at court, in the fleet, peregrine falcon days,
Fast-forwarding to fabled, fruity tomorrows, and to fitful, spiced, solar rays.
They lived in the house of green ivied walls, in the royal, emerald summer;
When golden sun visited almost every room, eager to touch a world of color.
Silver maples touched sapphire skies, on their street of red, sweet Williams,
Edged by creamy sand, where the surf came, onto teal, foaming, pavilions.
Nighthawks and wild wood anemones, were neighbors, bestowed by nature;
In nameless, never-ending, silvery hours. Red butterflies, loved floral flavors.
Heart tomatoes adored the orange sun, when wood ear mushrooms listened;
And Canterbury Bells plants were ringing, by roses whereon dews glistened.
Toad lilies stared in bug-eyed fascination, at the searing season of surprises;
And Billy Button blooms were getting dressed, as skies split in colored slices.
'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day;' a Friday.
But alas, 'The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.'
When purple even arrived, 'The King of Hearts called for the tarts,' in a roar.
The lad relished sweets, but the king was mad, 'And beat the Knave full sore;'
'The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.'
The kindly queen quietly quipped, 'After all, the boy has never stolen before!'
The King of Hearts was returned to good humor, and that lad kept his word;
And was back in favor, like pink spring tulips, or a song of blue mockingbird.
Categories:
betimes, boy, fantasy, food, forgiveness,
Form:
Couplet
Unto what shall I liken my struggled walk in life
Unto a breath without air
Gasping and grasping
For that which I can clearly see
And ever try to be
But like unto the shining stars
Of heaven’s glory above
Lies as it would seem
High above my reach
Yet my hands are stretched heavenward
Unto what shall I compare the hope which I have for change
To the light of sun above the storm
Breaking through betimes
With the brilliance of gleam
And a glimpse of the dream
But even as the delicate flower
Of the desert plain
It withers and returns to the ground
Hidden once again from view
Yet my faith awaits the rains of spring
And what likeness portrays my will to go on
The waves of the wind driven sea
Ever striving to come ashore
Yet each time falling back
For gravity they lack
But like the shimmering beauty
Of the freshly fallen snow
Though it turns to grey and melts away
Yet is destined to come again
So also am I resolved to return in the season
And never surrender
Until seventy times seven
Categories:
betimes, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
Hurry, get there on time
Can’t afford to be late
The world never waits
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love
Destiny requires a destination
a solution, resolution
betimes reconstitution
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love
States of agitation
test maturation
rise above defamation
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love…
It’s over, my fool
it never was cool
the world's ever cruel
Categories:
betimes, destiny, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely mask of doom
Destruction follows in thy path and yet
Methinks I spy a flicker of regret
Extinguish it lest humanity engulf it betimes
As distant lands fall under your encompassing sway.
A fire burns, a coward trembles in his tent
What's won is rent from hands too numb to feel
The surging, coursing power of thy grip
Let slip thine enemies, let thy repute
Incite counsel of war then savor the fruit
Of a thousand-footed gathering of days
The purpled way, the jewel-encrusted chalice
Of wine claret. Drink to your heart's content.
If I were thou and thou wert I my friend
I should not pause to see the ground below
For lonely be the lofty heights, perpend:
Far art faren, far remains to go
Nor bride, nor bairn, nor comfort in repose
Hath sped thee on thy way from whence we ride
The rudest nutriments, the barest clothes
Sans bed, sans friend, sans tout, bare ground thou lie'.
Now polished steel glistens, mirrors gray
The slanting dome of sky's inverted bowl
Oiled leather on black courser's velvet skin
And restless hooves an inch in sodden loam
A leathern mask, five halberds thus skyward
Stand, barren hillock's strange reeds
Sprouting in the wind-swept smoke
Of morning's hasty decampment. Thus proceed
These men unto a destiny untold.
Of Indus, Asia, Europe, northern climes
Of snow, of sand and vine, the watery strand
I sing. Dismount and pluck the crocus sweet
But brief, then crush beneath thy heel. Spur on!
Ghengis Khan!
Of Afrique dark and thrice-looted Rome
Thy story-tellers may rhyme and make song.
Home, home rider from the East return
Scorch the earth and burn to cindered ash
Laugh with all the mirth thy new-found freedom
Might yield unto thy solitary path
Unlearn the lessons civil, richness hath
Bone and marrow, thew and sinew softened
Thy courser turn the sod, horizon calls
Spur on! Sing thy song, thy name live on
Ghengis Khan
Categories:
betimes, adventure, education, history, writing,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Dear granny, we shall always remember you each day;
You’ve fostered us, and so much of you each can say –
If but life was a crystal, we’d seen through it this dreadful fate,
And learnt to espouse the plight in advance that you are late.
You were weary of ailments and lethargies that had you slain,
But from a dream how we wish we would awake to see you again,
And jest with you and laugh with you and rejoice with laughter –
As you narrate to us the family history of the early 60s before and after.
Oh, Gogo, our beloved –How much in God we pray and quest
That your disembodied soul be saved only with the celestial best;
Treasured shall your absence from this barbaric life in eternity be –
And honour shall at your interment prevail as we lament thee.
As withered from this planet your life becomes, we accept now that it ends,
And all we hope for as your bereft, is that you betimes make new friends.
Categories:
betimes, death, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
Like a gnarled old elder it stands ancient
twisted scarred limbs like a scene in a horror
hacked and torn against time,
beetle holes and wood pecker assaults
not withstanding, growing and thriving like time
The outlier cousine, a younger branch
stands tall and seemly a lithe woman
an odd pair, living like old neighbors
digging roots into sandy and rocky soil;
daring all to move them out, we've been here
Sentient, I wonder betimes, snaking arms akimbo
a stalwart grapevine too big for it's britches
Tough as an old crow, I'd say...
a thousand year old crow that is,
no sweet tender fruit hanging about, no sirree...
A bit of sun showing 'tween long needles
throwing such shade as a sheer negligee
peckers drawing clear blood sap,
she's scarred too, these small holes dripping life
a small nest teeters on high branch in the wind
He looks far east, a nod to the elders
he knows his worth, a dance to the living
though crippling and splitting since birth
I'd rather sit by him in strength of his shade
smelling the sweet perfume of his lady friend
writing a few words on the character of age
bbmac53
Categories:
betimes, age, life, nature, time,
Form:
Free verse
Poetry gives wings to the soul
Like music, it's meant to extol
Though betimes its place, to console
Inspirational it is, on the whole
Categories:
betimes, flying, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Monorhyme
Will thou remember me while adventures sought
On timbered ship of mast and sail
Cross seas so danger fraught
Or will exotic lands cause my visage to pale
Receding over time in thy dreams
as though I don deep veils
As you follow stars, I beseech moonbeams
To guide you safely onto shore
and betimes return to me
Mayhap I will become just a tale of yore
That you recall on storm tossed nights
when your mind is beset and sore
So while thou art here and our hearts unite
Within mine arms, I'll fill thy mind
I'll not let the sea win without a fight
Her siren's song seafaring men will follow blind
Mayhap the sea has met her match in me; womankind
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Categories:
betimes, adventure, love, seasea, sea,
Form:
Terza Rima
A life sustained by water pure
Yet marred by memory of the wine
Like fragrant waft of soft allure
Diminished not by hands of time
Forever clear the water streams
Yet never ends the draw to wine
Forever helpless so all seems
To purge the memory from my mind
Though water's healing - ever constant
Soft and clean and unaware
How often it hath quenched my thirst
And oft hath left me standing there
A gaze in awe, and silent yearning
Watching how the water flows
Mesmerized by every trickle...
Wishing I could just let go
Of every string the wine has woven
Through the fabric of my soul
Doth feel betimes a fact well proven -
I've not the will to let it go
For wine is strong to those who drink
And feel the fire of liquor's hold
Changed thus forever so I think
In moment's time - my future sold
But hold I fast to water's beauty
Resolute despite all time
Let God and Angel's bear this witness -
I choose water over wine
...Jeff Bresee
Categories:
betimes, allegory, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is like a spider's web with its intricacies and cares,
Hardly perceived by daily deeds, dismissed as not much there.
But given wisdom's balm of time, these woven lines reveal,
A pattern delicate like fire, yet strong enough as steel.
Helping an arachnid face the worst marring its design,
Which raindrops dance upon betimes and so help refine.
As mornings cloaked by dainty dew drops will gracefully reveal,
How quickly a web's mended by this wee creature's weaving skills.
May you and I who ponders on the meaning of this life,
Consider how such little spiders persist through every strife.
Then seek to weave a life's web, no matter what size the part
And join all of creation living with full purpose of the heart.
Categories:
betimes, growth, insect, life, storm,
Form:
Lyric
Why is it the poached egg, betimes
so hard to peel, I wonder.
Why does the strutting hen lay eggs
so hard to pull asunder.
She wants that egg to be her chick
and not my wretched breakfast.
Or, wants her chick be Easter gift
dyed yellow, red, and purples--
A better choice for any child
instead of gerbils.
Categories:
betimes, funnyeaster,
Form:
Rhyme
As I woke up from the slumber,
found your visage crawling down the lumber.
I go through my journey to the anomalous world,
And just recall the faded memories with you I earned.
Fragments yet fragmented into pieces,
As the way departs for the ways so increases.
I think and wander down the Glenn.
and the get lost to the anomalous world again.
Obsolete might look our aims
but those are the blames of my ornate frames.
what those days of oblivious mates
as the way we and us all propagates.
you didn't the much as I expected
and that's the sanity of mine to have it expounded.
maybe not words look paltry
but that's not the fact for the malice to be Audrey.
Well moved by yer words so amicable and flirt actions,
and truly have no such to expound as captions.
lexicon torn up for words,
but they look so fragile as birds
moved in the darkness of gloom,
trying to be like the flower to bloom.
after the sestave
now I end the stanza with an octave.
anon betwixt depart betimes bruit us poor.
made me cozen company established
and friction of inertia as it published.
and made it extend far our affair of amour.
now ich believes me not swain is as yer sooth.
whence none whence
vanity of mine for none of ence
and to be honest am glad to know the truth.
Categories:
betimes, 10th grade, absence, desire,
Form:
Blank verse
To qualify as an educated gent
to certain boarding-schools one must be sent
To learn how to position one's fork and knife
and raise one's pinkie, unlike lowlifes
A gent speaks with an air of charm and grace
his nose gradually rising on his face
Savaging the ways of 'today's barbaric youth'
while knocking down shots of gin and vermouth
Such gents betimes depart fine society
exposing themselves ~ targets of impropriety
Categories:
betimes, culture, drink, irony, society,
Form:
Couplet
~ The Rebbitzin ~
The 'Rebbitzin' is the wife
of the Rabbi,
the heart and soul of the
Jewish family
-as you'll see
He studies his books
I scrub all the nooks
He adjudicates laws
I cook and clean without pause
He recites prayers, brings down God’s light
Me? --I do laundry well into the night
As for our nine children, who puts them in bed?
Again me, after which betimes I think I am dead
Now, I’m not complaining
For this life I was training
And the Rabbi’s a wonderful fella…
But who am I? ~ Cinderella?
Categories:
betimes, house, husband, relationship, wife,
Form:
Couplet
adrift in the cosmos
a vagabond world
haunted betimes
eternally cursed
for unatoned crimes
Categories:
betimes, space, universe, world,
Form:
Rhyme