Best Bounties Poems
’Tis Spring
(this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading)
Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring.
Cruel winter’s lost its cling.
We wake across this earth
To welcome its rebirth.
Give praise and with a joyful voice sing.
’Tis time of spring. Rejoice!
Reverence with glad noise.
In flowered meadows meet
To dance with merry feet.
Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice.
Reflect. Again. . . ’tis spring.
Robin’s on the wing.
Lean upon a fruited tree.
Hear the drone of honeybee.
Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig.
’Tis time. Reconcile.
Greet each creature with a smile.
As Christ for us bled tears
To banish our worst fears,
See everyone as God’s dear child.
’Tis season to re-grow.
Heed nature’s lead below.
Each gift you have to nourish
Must be shared to flourish.
Replenish bounties God did you bestow.
An oldie for Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Mar 9)' Poetry Contest
Grace and mercy
I shall ever implore
as my soul
yields to boundless passions
crosses lines
and in dire straits
found lost.
The Hand of God
I shall ever beseech
to touch my heart
turn hate into compassion
envy into contentment
vanish vanity into modesty
and to raise me up
as I fall.
The blessings of His Holiness
I shall ever pray for
a voice of truth
a valiant spirit
wearing the night to meet the dark
a beauty
oozing from deep within
seeping into souls' hearts.
The voice of abiding gratitude
I shall ever raise
an unbending power
though heavy the pain
endurance is God's reward
His guidance, a divine award
the gifts bestowed upon me, I adore
greedy I am to ask for more!
Poetry,
a gift how I wish for!
I shall ever sip its lore
as I aspire
the greatness of its core
my worries would swallow
and in its bounties
my words would wallow.
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My gratitude to God for the many blessings one of which walking along with dear fellow poets and friends a wonderful path of Poetry and sharing its light and beauty..
Happy New Year to every beautiful soul that has touched my heart and added a lot of depth and meaning..
Upside Down Teardrops Falling Gently
Upside down teardrops falling gently onto a magical mirror
as crystal chandeliers of soft light filters through reflecting
a treasure of pearls that speak to a thousand bounties paid,
whilst a sanding of polished memories stone cut a diamond,
at once, that’s truly regal once upon a time in a deep dream
that shows inside a mystical castle embodied around a circle
that splits into a quarter wherein four cells hangs a real picture
of truest beauty and love that bathes inside the ocean’s breath
and sighs, whilst murmuring your name and speaking of the tides
lost at sea, whereby all of us, at the end now, shall become sacred
sailors who must freely seek out and fulfill our own human destiny.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 20, 2021 (Free Verse)
for days unending and hours slow
Where we stand,
these distant shores
beneath a moonlit canopy,
stardust shimmers gather
on hibiscus tides whispering hello
as long walks take soft turns
leaving destined footprints
on my mind,
wandering lost in coastal desires…
I think of you,
toes in the sand,
feeling the waves caressing
this island dream, this wish
for days unending and hours slow
while lips ignite passions
reflecting on faraway horizons,
tempting fingers,
exploring nature’s endless bounties,
bronze skin sensuality…
Enchanted by a smile, a voice
a touch, softly lingering
like the silent surf,
quietly beckoning in amorous patterns
as we lie on cool shores,
drenched in an evening
made for only two,
writing love poetry on a beach
we now call our own…
Good night Soupers
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
youth of colours
warmth of Summer
the nectar of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
bounties of petals
paths of scents and flavours
the garden of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a flowing Nature
a glowing nature
the power of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a Rose in a maze
in full bloom never ceases to amaze
the treasure of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
the voice of a mirror
contented echoes
the harmony of the soul.
A bouquet of WILD ROSES
I have received today
a wanderer of worlds and memories
the word at her pen tip
the gift of a poetess!
To my dear friend, Line Gauthier
My most sincere gratitude for a remarkable humility and generosity.
While walking a so wonderful path of poetry, Line has gracefully granted me a warm welcome in the garden of her soul to embrace her WILD ROSES.
Thank you so much, dear Line for giving me this honour and great delight.
Snow crested range backdrop, gurgling creek allurement
At long last was the field, ours its loamy splendor
Our fertile paradise beneath stars and thunder
Within this promise, we planted our enchantment
Time sprouted our hearts’ dreams with sunlight reverent
Steadfast home to shelter love through frost December
Joyously nurturing new lives, mild and tender
Yet a caretaker’s heart still yearns for nourishment
Other fields of promise neglected, gone fallow
Harvests left under the merciless sun to spoil
Their once magnificent bounties, cupboards hollow
Tears cannot mend cold ground neglected beyond toil
Their heartbreak, a tragic fate we need not follow
Come tend our garden, my love, till its fertile soil
5/29/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Italian Sonnet, 12 syllables per line
Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain
My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still
Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived
But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio
Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green
These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.
Happy though I am for you I must still complain
Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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Hark,
Listen,
Summer has arrived,
you can hear it in the pulsing air.
Watch it
as insects busily work.
Rushing to collect and pollinate
knowing time ticks on relentlessly.
See it
in the burst of colour.
Drink in the heady scents
of blankets of rampant flowers.
Feel it
as you gently touch blossoms
feeling grasses brush against your legs.
Hold and hug the gnarled old oak
with it's rough textured bark.
Taste it
in the Summer berries
that burst with flavour as you eat them.
In salads and tomato's and plump peas.
Savour
Summer's bounties
soak up the hot rays and bask in them
whilst surrounded by sweet Summer scent.
My priceless jewel, within the face of Heaven,
That precious light that shines within Loves' rippled Soul.
My beloved, lead me to the throne of Love divine.
Hearts meld together, one heart In blessed peace,
Brown eyes In their sublimity drown within mine.
One heart, one Soul In dreams perfection,
Loves' emotions dwell In Soul divine,
Above, the rainbow of the heart awakes.
To an Angel who pens with a quill golden,
Awakening treasure bounties hidden In deep sands.
To hear the seagull cry out In dreams' pearl drop.
To hear the lonely call of a wolf, under a cold moon howling,
Where stars forever glitter silver In dews dance, fingers of light
Under the feast of each silver face, beauty beams.
Always we are awaiting that special someones return.
A collaboration by Liam Mc'daid and Michael Clarke.
A pond sits in the glen
bright fish dashing about
casting silvery shadows
ducks chasing after them
eels making their way to sea
flying birds circling back and forth
green frogs croaking for a mate
herons gobbling them up
in the depths a pike floats
jutting out its pointed head
keeping hidden as it prowls
lurking between the rotting logs
minnows swim by unharmed in shoals
newts eagerly snapping them up
out in the reeds lays up a catfish
playing dead it patiently waits
quick to react to its prey
reaping the bounties little fry snack
sticklebacks swim lazily through reed beds
trout leaping catching fly's and midgets
under the calm waters life abounds
vivid rainbow trout spawn
while the blue waters thrive
xanthine filled plants floating
yellowfin cutthroat trout dart by and
zander perch fill a fisherman's net
In an audience of one,
He knows everything I’ve said and done.
Though I can try I cannot hide,
He walks with me right by my side.
When I close my eyes He is there watching over me,
He is my strength, this man who walked the Seas of Galilee.
He is the cup from which I daily sip,
He is the friend with whom I choose to fellowship.
He battled the beast to save my soul,
And offers me a mansion with streets of gold.
Just for my obedience and doing what I know is right,
He guides my path with His shining light.
He shows me the dark side of those temptations that call,
He carried me those times I would stumble and fall.
I praise His name to all who will hear,
His message to me has become crystal clear.
I wish to share His love with those who are lost and confused,
He alone took on all our sins as His poor body was mutilated and abused.
He gave His very life just to share Heavens bounties with each and everyone,
And rose from deaths tomb, to claim this victory, God’s only Son.
* For Carol Brown's Story Time Contest
Feathered serpent was more than an Aztec legend
Depicted in multihued native art
Sculptures, paintings adorned humid cities
Spiritual sketches messages impart
Quetzalcoatl, a venerated god
Plumed leader was said to have sailed away
Prophecies forecast this spirit’s return
Devout Aztecs’ hopes soared one Holy Thursday
The Aztec natives knew no greed
Great joy spread quickly in the Yucatan
When eleven Spanish ships reached their land
Not Quetzalcoatl, just a European man
Aztec leader Moctezuma II believed
Hernando Cortez to be their long-awaited god
At Moctezuma’s command, bounties were gathered
And to the shore, joyful natives did plod
1519, the Cortez armada
Greeted by Aztec envoys bearing gifts
But Spaniards fired shots at their welcoming party
Pious souls ascended through tropical mist
The land-grabbing perpetrator’s intent revealed
Aggression from one who sought to conquer
Paying no heed to Moctezuma’s beliefs
Or the spiritual history of Aztec culture
Ungodly Cortez enslaved those who remained
Defiantly built cathedrals adorned by bells
Aztec spirits will rise on Judgment Day
To claim seats in heaven while Cortez endures hell
If “gods” without honor lack kind hearts
And advocate power instead of grace
Promoting war and killing of brethren
Then surely devotion has been misplaced
*The arrival of Hernando Cortez marked the end of a thriving Aztec culture. The natives
mistook him for a “god” named Quetzalcoatl who had sailed away promising to return.
Quetzalcoatl is pronounced ket-zel-cot-el.
In these precarious times,
I would be most unappreciative
not to give thanks to God
for what remains of goodness in the world:
the love and support of family and friends,
the kindness of strangers,
and the bounties of the earth which always I’ve enjoyed.
Furthermore, I have deep respect for those who died
to preserve the freedoms I hold dear -
especially for those who in the most fearsome of times
and wearing their valor like a knight’s armor
while witnessing horrors and great sorrows -
were willing to die for someone like me
who cannot even fathom a sacrifice so huge as theirs.
I thank God for the souls of such great people
who fought to keep freedom’s light burning brightly.
In these modern times I am thankful, Lord,
for the convictions of men and women
who, for righteous causes,
are willing to sacrifice their reputations
and even give up their very livelihoods
by standing up for truth
as they know it to be.
Thank you, God, for my inspiring fellow beings -
the ones who stand firm in their convictions,
and help me, please, oh God, to be
as brave as they.
"Love doesn't spill miracles off the tongue
but lies deep in everything ever done"
Winter impatiently raps upon my door
twisting of knobs and rattling at chains
but amongst night time cover
I barely budge
warm thoughts slip in and seduce
transcending this cultivated mind
to fields where white flowers
once swayed with light of day
deft fingers transverse
across her lustrous skin of silk
eyes of persuasive intent
never lose their gaze
heated bodies live
in bounties ever true
tender kisses caress the night
cold's not getting in tonight
Blarney
Recall
With me
A time
Long passed...
Back when
Dragons'
Fame was
Ablaze ...
Knights would
Slay them.
Dwarves would
Cheat them.
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
Gossip
Spewed out
Far and
Swiftly;
Bounties
On their
Heads were
Posted.
So great
Was the
Murder
And fear,
Dragons
Took to
Hiding.
They hid
In caves
And in
Castles.
They hid
In the
Mountains.
They hid...
They hid...
They hid...
Still all
Were found---
Except
For one.
A gold
Dragon;
Fifty-
Four feet
Long and
Lawful.
He was
So just...
So good...
Genius
That could
Morph to
Human!
He could
breathe fire
And smoke...
Ah... but
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
The dwarves,
They stole
His gems,
His gold.
The knights,
So brave,
Took blood
And tooth;
Took head
And tail.
Yet, none
Could take
His heart...
Rivers
Are no
Longer
Crimson.
Fire and
Smoke are
Not seen...
But, deep
Below,
Blarney
Castle,
Near Cork,
The gold
Dragon
Still lives...
And will
Give the
Gift of
Blarney...
For just
A kiss!
© Deborah burch
12/11/2016
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DUPLEX form (2 syllables per line)