Best Breezily Poems
For Snickers, Aug. 2013 - May 3, 2022
My husband fell in love with him on sight -
the little puppy he brought home one day.
In welcoming him we took such delight -
the way he got excited just to play
or how he was so glad to see us when
we got home from our jobs; he’d wag his tail,
then run to get his rope on which to tug.
So glad indeed were we with him back then.
The years flew by. We got to know him well -
like how he would stand up to get a hug!
Yes, on his two hind legs he would rise up
to let us hug him. Oh, he was our star -
our Snickers named for being a sweet pup,
with markings colored like a Snicker’s bar.
He was not perfect. All pets have their flaws.
But he caught on to most things easily -
like how to act while we were traveling.
He loved his little treats. How sweet he was.
When grandchildren came over, breezily
he played; then things began unraveling.
Our dearest Snickers, with such love to give,
became afflicted, but we did not know
how little time our dog had yet to live.
How greatly did we grieve to see him go.
No more to get to see his cute brown eyes
or listen to him begging for his treat.
No more long walks and things we used to do
like watching him with Christmas toys he’d prize.
Without our doggy, life’s not quite complete.
Dear Snickers, always we’ll remember you.
May 9, 2022
For Form O- Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme F: Pet
Categories:
breezily, dog,
Form:
Ode
Lying on my back,
the warm sun blanketing,
I watched the cloud stacks drift,
breezily blown across the bluest skies,
imagining, dreaming . . .
Dangling from my lips,
sweet honeysuckle straws dripped nectar candy,
delicious extract for flavoring dreams,
visions of the joys to come
when I was older grown,
reveries of life and love
and children of my own.
Beneath the apple tree,
in spring pink blossom carpeted,
I laid out the charming rooms
that framed a happy home.
The hollyhocks lent their blooms
for babies hankie-swaddled
and clothed in petal gowns of white and pink.
My flower-children, plump and fragrant skinned,
rocked in cradles strung between the branches,
were lulled to sleep with tender lullabies.
The happy days of childhood passed,
and I was suddenly grown
with tiny babies of my own,
sweeter far than any flower known.
The kisses that I gave to them
were answered, returned to me,
from lips like rose buds formed
perfumed with baby breaths, fragrant and warm.
The childhood dream that I held dear
I treasured year after year
until I found it realized,
reflected in my babies' eyes.
Copyright, August 16, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
breezily, baby, childhood, dream, mother,
Form:
Free verse
DISTURBED MOMENT
In this sudden moment
I’ve a simple wish to walk about spreading love
everywhere
Oh, the thought seems so...bright, so…sunny
Yet – and I cast this flash aside –
A thought in isolation is thought without
foundation
I’m taking the best minutes of a long day,
Have gathered round imagination a peaceful sort
of garden…or…or forest in my idyll
And I a sturdy tree standing high, quite singular,
With the emerald leaf-people spread all about
me,
They and my eyes dancing to a single, sweet
violin
My white cat sitting at the kitchen window,
oblivious, adds shapeless, benign geometry
to the mix
And the footloose vision might progress,
But the intense quiet rushes, breezily, inside
my head –
(those invisible specs of original creation,
whirling impishly, become noisy)
Now a car horn
And my ecstatic inner vision gone to reality
Why can’t the jealous world leave us lovers
alone?
Dave Austin
Categories:
breezily, love,
Form:
Free verse
Connie was a terrific best friend
She kept my secrets forever and a day
We were a galloping duo to the bitter end
Then college called, and I was whisked away
Fifteen hands high with a fanciness for fruit
Connie was a gentle filly with a love that was full
My two oldest children thought she was a hoot
No one ever called Connie boring or dull
I envision her running across verdant grasses
A meadow that is taking her love of galloping easily
Connie is giving angel children a ride with passes
There is a special paradise where she rides breezily
I see her black mane whipping in the air, she is fine.
I know she is in heaven, where the best friends go.
I am so grateful that Connie was totally mine.
She will greet me in heaven, this I really know.
Some Paradise Where Horses Go
Contest: Michelle Faulkner
Written: 3-14-2020
Categories:
breezily, animal, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
"The Value of Reading"
messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?
"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit
keeping tabs
on runnaway horses
trained at the gate
tokens laid for bets.
what then sister?
if all should go awry?
the next caller phones
and relays, it is you,
so-and-so, who has
passed away today,
chemo didn’t save
the day.
"I know this is a shock,"
the other says,
"Love you, call me
when you want,"
breezily relayed
"here if you need,
call me
when you want";
but you, so-and-so
are already gone.
cruel deception
closed doors
on all that was
once close,
always true, forever
standing ground,
turned away.
betrayal keeps close
its cruel deceits
for untrue stories
buried deep.
cruel keeper of secrets
what cloistered
confessional opens
its sorry doors?
to understand
you, the you
who utterly
shamed and ignored.
LOVE
delivers
the
the truth
without delay.
Christmases,
Easters,
graduations,
birthdays,
two lives,
adequately
destroyed
r.i.p.
today.
cloudy
messages
adroitly
employed:
LOVE
came,
it considered all,
not once did it turn
away.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel-writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding—joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid pages with disgust. Alas! If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard? I cannot approve of it."
betrayal, lies, deceit, trust, books, death, loss, mirror, silence, sister, love
Categories:
breezily, betrayal, books, death, loss,
Form:
Narrative
As black as my birdlover poet's
pen ink hue in hue
A rook and a raven flew flew
flew
when the wind it breezily blew
blew blew
and blustery became the view
view view
An albatross then gracefully
took to the air
and for hours it seemed to
linger there
O' birds of flight your secrets
tell
and if you know which of us
had end up in heaven or hell?
For isn't all is well that ends
well?
Lets pray there ain't hell's murk
but Eden's light
at the end of the tunnel!
Categories:
breezily, bird,
Form:
Nazm
I saw one day a city of trees
Walking down a path with me
Following hidden eyes to see
Saplings jungled up together
Like a stream of walkers too
Confused at all by windy weather
Deer pellets scattered walk-aways
Somebody's got to clean that up
Small insects eat away the maze
Emerald canopy of light
Daylight flyers speeding through
Branches complicate their flight
Crowded young trees struggling tight
Set an arboreal street fight
Leaping tall for teen age light
Botanical light shows in the trees
Sun rays scattering breezily through
Red and green for traffic leaves
Partying fireflies up all night
Celestial revue of starlight bright
Crickets and peepers sing delight
Subway system of crooked holes
Gophers nudging sexy moles
Touching each other heading home
Spiders vending corpsal flies
In handy snacky six-pack buys
To homeward-bound commuter eyes
Fauna's eating Flora The Breeze
Loving her out in the hot dry leaves
Completing her lust for life you see
And Green Man is the mayor bold
Dryad, she's his squeeze and maid
Public works by beavers laid
Learning to walk, a child of three
First time I saw the City of Trees
Dryad was holding her hand for me
Dryad, she's my love to be
Taking her inventory of bees
Holding her charms about the trees
So we say and so it seems
City of Trees and sunlight beams
Making love for me and my dreams
Categories:
breezily, mythology, nature, tree,
Form:
tristich
When I was three foot tall I could fly.
Now that I've reached near six and descending
things have become more, grounded.
It wasn't an aeronautical event or
some Newtonian physics explanation,
or even a Las Vegas prestidigitation,
it was merely that my mind, that is to say I,
could entertain the obvious conclusion
of the possibility that if events, things,
were just right - JUST right, that I
would be able to see a view I had not
seen up to that point in time, and,
in fact, haven't, for some time.
When I was a yard high in my front yard,
I could arise, even higher than a yard,
brightened, and too, wide-eyed wondering
at the way the neighborhood looked from
above the treetops...who knew, I thought.
Did I get there by that some certain gait,
neither too fast nor too slow, but,
like some Goldilocks visa, just right?
The sunshine vitamin D blowing breezily
around porch poles and branches to press my face.
Who knew indeed, who knows now, or soon,
what can occur without Google glasses,
or no child left behind or
digital synapses to bit-by-bit,
obscure the inherent, the wonder, the view
borne away from civilization facts
to life outside or, above our gravitations.
When I descend toward a vertical yard again,
maybe that obscurant vision-set I have
carried pensioned toward epilogue will
fall away like deciduous leaves and
I'll be able to see the branches under
life, and rise away again.
© Goode Guy 2013-07-05
Categories:
breezily, childhood, introspection, youth,
Form:
Narrative
it starts underneath a small table
near the entrance to a motel lobby
and grows with great speed and sprite
quieting the house-guest at the counter
as it flows - muted down the hallway
glass doors opened with dampened yawn
and it streams across the parking lot
as sedans and pickups suppress
carbon-laden coughs to sit sedately as
breezily it blows stilly past the
man mowing his lawn, now silent
to a Parish church down a block
with its burked* spire bells
silently it presses over covered acres
of rural pasture and time-laden wood
a great enlargement of un-din
no bovine low, or snap of twig
creeking waters without gurgle
flowing past, and around, and over
people, individually and whole crowds
without even a whisper of apprisal
covering vast space at un-supersonic speed
oceans without roll or roil of waves
still, it moves on over island and isthmus
continents languishing on quiet molten
their ridges and troughs without groan
as the entirety of sphere becomes hush
no noise, no sound around, surrounded
without the slightest sound instilled
in ear, in mind, in thought - in me
in my own near-deafness, I wonder
is it to be peaceful, tranquil, or
silence too vast without coo or cry?
© Goode Guy 2013-03-17
* http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/burke #2
Categories:
breezily, change, imagination, introspection, senses,
Form:
Narrative
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
Categories:
breezily, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Carolina wren lifts fluted song
skyward
in a forest spotlight
breezily pitched
like an opera worth staging
a sentiment of joy
its cheeky self
when measuring reserve
a song, over-stuffed
poised cliffhanger
from a winged vagabond
its agile volley of survival
wren
of brisk longing
that peeks through green
that breaks our corset-like indifference
buoyant chatter
that inhabits a small world detachment
choral company to dappled light
diva-like
bound
to the heated stillness of summer
Poem composed July 26/2022
Revised November 11/2022
Categories:
breezily, bird, encouraging, green, morning,
Form:
Free verse
A golden leaf, silently falling
Returning to earth that created it earlier
Gently... slowly... breezily 'tis transported
Landing humbly on its side, bowing, submitting
Its end has arrived, it demurely relinquishes
Categories:
breezily, nature, seasons,
Form:
Tanka
Dactylic Pentameter
Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town.
Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths.
Ye do destroy and kill running amok to knock structures down.
Twister, run show your destructive mark tossing glass plates and laths.
Gentle wind, redolent, bringing fresh fregrance of seeds in bloom.
See how all leaves on the trees do move quietly, easily.
Wee waff, sprite that comes dancing in, leave a deposit, scented room.
Soundless, you're free of distracting din, traipsing far breezily.
Ocean's prevailing wind, drive our ships sailing to distant lands.
Make for them speedy good passage without loss of time in rout.
Oh, fill their sheets full and being compassionate, save all hands.
Be now consistent all days strong, and ending then, free of pout.
Zephyrus, western wind deity, be our guest, blow a kiss.
Be in our gardens a sweet and sonorous love melody.
Please this hour, giving to those who do rendezvous certain bliss.
May their hearts find new contentment in blessed song's rhapsody.
Boreas, coldest wind, northern god, play not your ditties now.
Rather yet, seek to relax in yond meadhouse with honey drink.
Scheme not with Odin to leave from Vahalla but make this vow:
I will forever thus be hence Aurora's king consort link.
Categories:
breezily, nature, , western,
Form:
Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest
On right and left road sides, bright and red.
Tunnels formed by old trees meeting arc
Across city-streets and campus-sidewalks.
The bright red light shreds right
Through the quasi-dismal damp
Fog and is mirrored in the ditch’s bog.
The yellow is less aggressive,
More slow to say “hello,
Nomad, pause your show of bursts
Of fabricated steel and what is unreal.”
Trees colored green recollect when
They were tenderfoot, preempting
The Fall of unawakened Autumn,
But tend towards following their peers.
Leaves stand in the back of a room,
Stand in the forefront of the meteorological gloom
And trickle their color onto the gray
Sidewalk once bland and wet as the sky,
Now leaf-littered and shimmering with glances of upright reality;
Colors whet on the watery walkway
By flattened leaves and reflections of trees.
Categories:
breezily, autumn, color, nature,
Form:
Lyric
Merrily
fairies tease lyrical tunes
arranged almost airily
Breezily
frolic with wild woodland sprites
dancing through branches of trees
Kisses pressed
with great delight on the ears
of squirrels sleeping in nests
Finally
as the sun rises, they slip
under leaves, sleep peacefully
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This is a Treochair, 3a/7x/7a - kind of like it!
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/treochair-poetic-forms
Categories:
breezily, fantasy,
Form:
Other