Best Blustered Poems
In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
11-01- 2018
Thank you for writing with me yet again after such a long break my friend. Your invitation to do another collaboration was a great gift and a blessing given to me. I sincerely appreciate such great kindness as well as your great advice given on poetry/editing. As such shows great talent and true poetic heart. You magnificent verses makes this a truly golden poem.
God bless always..
Categories:
blustered, appreciation, art, creation, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
Thank you for opening the door to me for this write, Robert. It began on a cold Winter night, but Spring rains brought with it, a new beginning. Writing with you is like opening a treasure chest of beautiful gemstones.
Categories:
blustered, loneliness, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The Muffin and the Cupcake
Little miss muffin was resting one day
When a cute little cupcake came looking her way
The gaze he held, was saying one thing
I'm coming over to pull apron string
She blushed an blustered and turned all coy
But couldn’t resist the touch of the boy
Was this the mix she had waited for
Since she had sprung from the old oven door
He ambled over, his eye on her crest
He touched her side to physically test
He needed to see she was not a mirage
For he was battered by beauties barrage
He felt the warmth that swelled from her heart
And swore that day that they’d never part
He said, “My darling, with me will you run
I’ll take you a ride and we will have fun
For you are my muffin and I’m your cupcake
And nothing will sunder the bond that we make”
She took, his word, their lips came to meet
Was there ever before, kisses tasting so sweet
The last I heard, they had run away
And merrily danced in their love so they say
So muffin or cupcake, next time you eat
You may have destroyed, but their love not defeat.
Categories:
blustered, fantasy, love, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love! I am the one, who loves
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.
Categories:
blustered, beauty, confusion, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Winter’s newborn fusses in blustered billows;
Colicked thunder rumbles from tantrumed lightning.
Blossoms nursing heavenward – April showers.
Christened is springtime
Categories:
blustered, spring,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
Tomorrow will come and I shall remember your smile
Where the stars set so fine on an evening so worthwhile
Sweet sounds of voices lingering soft and free
With the strains of his hair he had eyes of the sea
He told me tales and rested my head apon his shoulder
Engrossed in woven bed sheets to keep us from getting colder
His kisses of sweetness conformed and moist
His words more dashing than I’d ever heard him voice
Two bodies magically worship and caressing in trust
Were bellowed winds of ecstasy blustered into lust
We spun slowly downward into the eyes of a sway
Where nothing around us could draw us away
Now this moment in time this journey of our minds
Shall reoccur in the depths of hearts passionately entwined
Categories:
blustered, love, passion
Form:
Sonnet
I saw you alone with her in silence,
gaping…there’s not much more I can handle.
You were the one I’d go to for guidance,
but for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
A blaze we shared under constellations,
flames of romance; be still my beating fears.
So intense we died in consummation,
but the breeze came along and brought me tears.
I needed you…like the air in my lungs,
you needed freedom from my restless heart.
Our hot flare left leaving ashes that stung,
but the wind blustered, our torch did depart.
Wax melted before we got to dandle,
so for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
Create an Idiom Contest
Idiom: "Blow Out The Candle"
To me this means the loss of romance; a fire of love burned out
Date Written: July 21, 2016
Categories:
blustered, betrayal, break up, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
Under the creepy tree
Lies a haunted bee, living so free
Comes around, goes around
In a shredded house buried underground
No curse can cease the flying bee
No spell to quell a singing bee
Full moon grows as werewolves howl
Shivering behind the bark is a crying owl
The haunted bee saw the preening owl
Jiggling and blustered, the owl began to brawl
The owl quashed the speeding bee on canvass
Bee was bruised, but the owl was stung...
fell on pampas
Categories:
blustered, horror,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul.
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and sought someone else to pester.
Eventually, he came to our lake, and jumped on the Troll Bridge, quite blazon.
Trouble in his eyes, he met the trolls, eye for eye, and with strength, blustered.
“I’m King of the Hill”, he spat out, ignoring the clubs and frowns… all about.
Grandpa Troll looked at the toad, and got ready to do battle, quickly…at that.
I chimed in, “They’re renters my dear. You’ll have to fight me, it’s clear. So dropout.”
“And I’m too worn out, for a silly old toad, who jumps like a gnat, now, scat.”
“I’ll have this bridge”, he said, “I’ll fight you anywhere, so be very, greatly, prepared.”
“I’m worn-out”, I said, “But battle we will. I’ll win! So look where you tread, instead.”
I said,“You challenged me first, so I’ll pick the test, you’ll play Grandpa Troll at Chess”.
Amazement filled the toads eyes, but to my surprise, he took the bait. Rather smart.
Now Grandpa Troll is a whittler. “I’ll commission your own home bridge, if he loses.”
“At the end of the lake, you’ll have a home place. If you lose, you’ll learn to whittle!”
The old toad looked me over, and with a frown, then ask, “What good is whittling?”
“You could make a chess board like no other, Toads verses Trolls, in war forever!”
He agreed that was quite a stake! And knew he couldn’t lose, the old reprobate!
Still he haggled, to strike a better bargain, and he Hee Hawed around for more.
Now, Grandpa Troll had never lost a game. Still we upped the ante, just the same.
“If you lose, I’ll build you a home bridge… if you teach the youngun’s, chess, instead.”
Now, he was sold! So off they did go, playing chess and whittling, by the seasons.
You know, I’m trying to be a writer, but the interruptions seem to always get harder!
So as you can see… With situations and things such as these …
I’ll just have to keep trying harder, and harder…
Categories:
blustered, adventure, funny, imagination, uplifting,
Form:
Light Verse
As The Eagle, Came The Wind
As the Eagle, came the wind,
Above the high mountain peak.
And blustered ‘cross the valley
To the sound of raptor’s shriek.
Blowing from lofty mountain passes
Where the Eagle chased the breeze
Was the wind that lifted the Eagle
Circling over the forest trees.
The wind that stirred the valley
Was the Eagle’s strong winged beat.
And where the lone Eagle flew
Below its high mountain seat
Prey that saw the raptors beak,
Also heard the chill wind’s shriek.
Inspired by the poem
'There Came a Wind Like a Bugle'
by Emily Dickinson.
Barry Stebbings
23/06/2018
Categories:
blustered, mountains, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
the big shirt jigged and flapped,
while the clothes line struggled
to gain control; wily birds
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm; below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges
prepared the evening meal, early.
The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…
Categories:
blustered, angst, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Brothers Levi, Jordan, Matthews, Joe and Jedden,
You were sheer shocked as did Sister Hussein
That even this day we can still adjure, argue, advocate,
And advance active activism for the rule of law stolen,
As did Dr Manuele or Orton Chirwa before this date
Who blustered against the egalitarian promise broken;
Or as before them, Rev. Chilembwe’s burst with rage
Being shocked and choked with downright disbelief
At the atsamundas’ well premeditated prejudice cage;
Segregation and Thangata, and such other mischief.
Brothers, that day of shock, you also shade sad tears,
Which many of us here have also done over the years
Seeing that even this day the gods had stolen the show;
Not for good reasons, but for partying ragged ignorance
Of commoners: of clapping again, of praising as before,
Egalitarian impotence these present day gods prance
As constructive criticism they castigate; at times cajole
With constipated wallets: aiming to gag, retch reprimand;
As they throw all to keep the land in the hopeless hole
They had damned it in with their fresh oppressive wand.
Brothers, it is truly sad that even today we expostulate
As the present gods fancy people that do not remonstrate;
Sad they hate to hear the philosophy that does not blush
When it comes to slam their ‘big-man’ mind-set upfront
As was done to the past cruel gods in their groan, and gush
Of verbose at critics, who did not fear their haunt and hunt
But stood firm amidst the god’s aggressive intimidation,
Jeer, jolly josh, lampoon, lies, lash outs, lectures or leer,
Or needle and outrageous orates, aimed at the obfuscation
Of the commoners so they fail to question or query this *****
Performance of raging and ranting even this present day
To have this blast from the past, Brothers you saw, at play.
Categories:
blustered, political, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
If I can choose my time to die
winter is my first choice
although I can imagine
any season could be good
for releasing ego’s hold
on troubled ecoEarth-engagement,
should there be such a long-named thing
when I choose my AnthroPrivileged time to die.
I would walk out through Earth's sacred trees
to caress and bid farewell
and thank them for this air we breathe
for their patience with my cut-down ways,
I would breathe my richest breath
into their root systems
as I walk on through
fading nests of deep sleep bees
breathing Life and Death
through rich swells of mad elation
rooted inside blustered breeze.
I would lie down on snow
under falling flakes
blanketing this final rest
gathering owl’s rich medicine
listening to her echoing
WhoAreYou
night-ride voice
twinkling back into this miracle nest
of snow-flaking stars
twinkling we kisses
us misses
through our gusty path
Lying down
as cold
and ego-bold
as silent snow.
Co-gravitating
co-arising
timeless
Earth-membered
conscious choice of times we live
to give
as freely as Earth’s melting glow.
Not not old and cold
timeless flowing
eco-fancy
circle dancing,
snow replacing silent stars,
Great Adventure’s rebirth light
Not bright
not might
not night
not sight
not fight
not left
or right.
Categories:
blustered, adventure, beauty, destiny, life,
Form:
Free verse
My goal's to reach a hundred
my friend he said to me.
What, runs in cricket, drinking pints?
No years you dope, said he.
I want to live to be a ton,
a century I must reach.
Why on earth do you want to live that long,
you always say life's a beach?
Yes, well I used to think that way,
I was a kid and not mature
I've got a different outlook now,
since I'm married and secure.
Aha said I, I smell a rat.
She's begun to turn you round.
She's put ideas into your head,
where before not one was found.
No, no, he blustered, going red
My new wife knows her place.
Yes, right behind you with a stick
I thought, like a racehorse in a race.
Well why this idea that you have
to live to be that old?
That's another seventy years away
three score and ten all told.
I know all that and I'm afraid,
that it's just got to be.
For the mortgage that I've taken out,
will be just paid off, you see.
Categories:
blustered, humorous, simple, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Bronwyn the Barbaric amassed admirers
like oceans collect river-flow
Streams of suitors all tried to woo her
each determined to be her “best beau”
But our fair pirate queen was a fickle young lass
whose attention was hard to retain
She'd have no truck whatever with crude fellows crass
insisting they possess “half a brain”
She longed for a man both witty and charming
dressed rakishly jaunty and vogue
With manners debonair and smile disarming
('though a bit of a rascally rogue)
Few chaps could achieve these high standards, indeed
yet, one day she met him- and he did!
He was dashing, all agreed, on his wild stallion steed
a sight to behold- resplendent!
And Bronwyn herself, couldn't help but admire
this arrogant, haughty young blaggard
by the name of Beauregard Brody, Esquire
how he bragged, and blustered, and swaggered!
Sailing into his arms, Bronwyn swooned straight away
and they would've composed quite a pair
if only her dog hadn't got in the way
of their breathless and heated affair
Bronwyn's sidekick was a pup quite precocious
all beautifully soft, plush and furry
but she was surprisingly fierce and ferocious
sending most people off in a hurry
Yes, Hellion was a marvelous part-Husky pooch
with one eye brown, and one blue
who took great offense at each intimate smooch
with each snuggle, her distrust grew
Categories:
blustered, animal, dog, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Rhyme