Best Briskness Poems
Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat
Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love
Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap
A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home
Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark of embers dying
Flame of color extinguished
Except for her lips
Pressed into his memory book
Soft, blush, frolic
Of a burgeoning wish
Small leaf adrift on tranquil waters
Occupier eyes the couple with jealousy
A miniature copy, this sister a faerie
Speckled toadstool over her head
She conjures a rainstorm
To get goody two shoes wet
But she slips into his arms
He asks
Rainstorm pulls the lovers along
To make a permanent hitch
A flying leaf, a faerie aboard
Stomps her teeny tiny feet
Wipes away her tears
Gives in, wishes well
For their happily ever after
11/18/2020
Categories:
briskness, autumn, fairy, love,
Form:
Narrative
Walk with me through a world of beauty
A gift from God
Walk with me where the Vikings once roamed
Through the magnificence of her mountains
Into the fjords near Bodo
Feel the briskness in the air of Andoya
Trondheim has a beauty all its own
Checkpoint Charlie is still the place to be
On a Saturday night in Stavanger
You can even pass through Hell
Going to the fly station in Vaernes
Lofoten Islands echo the sheer beauty of the land
Feel the welcome warmth of the people of Oslo
At one with nature, ride the Flam Railway
A country of lakes, mountains and Stave churches
A beauty surpassed only by that of her people
Memories carry me back to this land of enchantment
Troll can only make me smile because
I've had a glimpse of heaven.
Categories:
briskness, adventure, people, places, me,
Form:
Free verse
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Instances flash forward, inward thoughts spinning,
Moving backwards and front, moving every direction.
Kaliedascpoes of light flood thru with eyes shut.
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Turning reflections and thoughts away always hard,
If only and what ifs neverending yet, never regret.
Times past so quickly, all choices left you here.
"Breathe'
"Breathe'
With each vision the mind races to grasp a reason.
Changing whats been, you feel the only recourse.
Wanting to pull the time machine out Wait, Stop...
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Bursting forth with its gaping void of listlissness.
Emptiness engulfs, loneliness grasps toward the soul.
Temptations twist all vile entanglements many ways.
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Holding angst back, actions of kindness your curse.
Aching heart burns cold and wilted, feeling lifeless.
Envy so green for others, so many held all you yearn,
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Never look back, move forward, "it was what it was".
Future endeavours the only thoughts to truelly have.
Nothing held back, gates open where ever it may lead.
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
The coldness of the air fresh in the lungs; a new start.
The briskness refreshes and lifts spirits slowly up.
Thoughts fade for a second if only momentarily lost.
'Breathe'
'Breathe'
Categories:
briskness, confusion, fear, happiness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Yellow pines swaying at base camp,
early October morn greets the avid hunters
with its autumnal briskness, waking any
sleepyheads who are stirring under covers,
generators humming away at varying speeds,
smell of frying bacon and sizzling eggs,
add to the aroma of the great outdoors.
Pickup trucks filled with camo-clothed hunters
traveling along the bumpy, dirt roads climbing
higher and higher until the clouds meet the hunting
grounds full of meadows creating a thick mist,
shrouding all in sight including the hunter and
the hunted creating specters among the
remnants of forest fires from years past.
In the ghostly distance, shots echo throughout the air;
did someone shoot a lone elk left behind by its herd?
On target----a proud first-time young hunter and his dad
walk through the brush to discover their next larder,
the meat is prepared, tagged and transported home for
future meals and discussions of the first successful hunt
which remains with the youngest son for his entire life.
Stellar Jays flying overhead at base camp observe the
hunters who returned empty-handed but not disppointed,
in the evening a campfire glows warming the circle of hunters,
sharing stories of expeditions as old as their grandfathers and
as young as their grandsons till late at night until the fire
is doused with water and the air smells of wet smoke,
a reminder of crawling into a sleeping bag and dreaming of elk.
Categories:
briskness, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Rare, essential expensive minerals embedded deep down in the core of 3
dimensional mountains, silver owls, platinum falcons, waterfalls-n-streams,
poisonous leaves tufa fermented into stream, a tongue less unfrozen tundra
evaporated from hunger, copper chocolate-n-brass coconut cream from
copper-n-brass coconut trees, pink roses, white butterflies-n-orange bumble
bees, islands, oceans,-n-seas, a voluptuous life mix with the briskness of a
Saint Lucia breeze, onyx-n-rubies inhale the panache of centipedes,
outlandishly eating at my vanity, grails of golden milk, the riches of snail-n-
spider silk, colorful canopies draped over killer Brahma bulls exhaling my
sanity, I allowed this earth to breathe, you see lightening only when the
Heaven’s are allowed to sneeze, ain't a moon, earth, sun, or galaxy worth
more than me or worth more than she, priceless my wife-n-me, I bow down 2
my missing rib, for my wife’s worth more than me, ain’t a mineral in this earth
worth more 2 me than she, priceless my she, my better me.
Half my
Life
My wife
Categories:
briskness, love, marriage, wife,
Form:
Free verse
I feel the briskness in the air,
That yesterday, just wasn’t there;
A chill that freezes to the core,
Of summer, there just is no more;
The arctic cold is proof that fall,
Is in our midst and won’t forestall;
It sends a shiver down my spine,
The bitter wind blowing through the pines;
Autumn is here, it’s setting in,
Let the falling leaves begin.
Categories:
briskness, seasons
Form:
Couplet
beneath dusk twilight
briskness of the night
off a bumpy quiet foot
path, deeper into
root of virgin forest
towards narrow a patch.
breathless, beneath
thick mixed coppice
nightingales croon,
nature sleeps.
moon views with romantic
pleasure upon scintillating
obsidian hue lake.
natures breath held
briefest of hesitations
fish breaks the surface
ripples sweep swirling
beyond the lake
swept away in darkness.
lovers in a canoe
enthralled by sensation
of nostalgic moon.
2/16/2020
Categories:
briskness, imagery, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
In a age of provisions
Dealt with meager hands
Gone are the lucent
A briskness of night impounds
Vast altercations sever the thread
The youth population carries our debts.
Categories:
briskness, life
Form:
Free verse
The summer sun begins to chill,
as Autumn sings September's song.
A briskness falls upon the hills,
days now don't tarry quite so long.
As Summer leaves, she blows a kiss
to lovely blossoms, soon to fade.
Leaves on trees await Autumn's bliss
to preen in red and gold parade.
An artist's dream, those royal hues,
as though the trees must be afire.
No room to spare for lilac-blues
songs of September: heart's desire.
She leaves us with a lust for more.
October opens splendor's door.
September 3, 2022
Categories:
briskness, analogy, autumn, flower, kiss,
Form:
Sonnet
Some children won’t be around this Christmas
Their families still locked in the throes of grief
The holiday season will continue with briskness
But they’ll find no solace, no respite, no relief.
Their families still locked in the throes of grief
From the dreadful day their kids were gunned down
But they’ll find no solace, no respite, no relief,
When evil in a deranged mind and a gun came to town.
From the dreadful day their kids were gunned down
In a schoolhouse everyone thought was secure,
When evil in a deranged mind and a gun came to town
While "those in the know" cannot settle on a cure.
In a schoolhouse everyone thought was secure
The gunman fired his weapon, taking careful aim
While those in the know cannot settle on a cure,
Is it the deranged mind? Or, the gun to blame?
The gunman fired his weapon, taking careful aim
Blasting away at innocent children for no reason
Is it the deranged mind or the gun to blame?
We hope it isn’t repeated this holiday season.
Blasting away at innocent children for no reason,
The holiday season will continue with briskness
We hope it isn’t repeated this holiday season,
Some children won’t be around this Christmas.
Written December 5, 2022
[in remembrance of Sandy Hook
and other communities who
suffered the loss of children
at the hands of a deranged mind
with a gun.]
Categories:
briskness, children, christmas, death, depression,
Form:
Pantoum
you'd awakened my soul again
as my dying mind drifted beyond
the tall pines of perlarcher forest
I'd mingled aimously about
the falling leaves as my heart roared
of a distant thunder that henceforth
became a solemn song of solidarity
oh how wise my soul stood seperate
from my coarse being catering
to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps
drawing the crisp daffodils
silently surrounding the bottom
of the snowcapped plains
only fragments of me were left
as my body became a tomb
that in cased all thy youthfulness
that once glistened with the coming
of winters briskness how eloquent
the mere barbarism how bloody crude
nature existing within
the sultriness of a sparrow's eye
Categories:
briskness, art, daffodils,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Well-favored Winter Jasmine,
how have you managed to survive?
It's long past the briskness of Autumn days.
Yet, your exquisite beauty lingers, and you thrive,
lovely petals still intact when you shouldn't be alive.
Oh, wondrous Winter Jasmine,
your plant has lost leaves of jade green.
Such a picturesque paradox within my garden,
botanical glowing when moonlight casts a sheen
upon you, creating the glint of a glimmering scene.
My perfect Winter Jasmine,
as white as the day you bloomed
on your stout stem you still stand tall,
scenting the air around you, softly perfumed.
Visions of you laced with snow, my eyes consumed.
Winsome Winter Jasmine,
I fear you're encapsulated in ice.
Not grown in freezing tundra on earth
like alpine flowers of stark white, edelweiss.
I hope your stunning show has not been a sacrifice.
Enduring Winter jasmine,
I hope you remain until Spring.
When you are warmed by the sun,
to your greening bush will you still cling,
attracting pollen seekers; honeybees on the wing?
Categories:
briskness, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
minstrel wind flows through
tree limbs quiver up and down~
gay leaves susurrate
4/21/2022
Categories:
briskness, inspirational, tree, wind,
Form:
Haiku
The air so cold it feels inert,
briskness that makes the mind alert,
a bluebird sky, a crystal day,
the sun chases some chill away.
New snow half-way up to my knees,
wells and hollows around the trees,
stunted forest, tiny but old,
gnarled by winds and endless cold,
the rhyme ice makes a heavy load,
spruce grouse is flitting too and fro,
bed rock sheened in veneers of ice,
ledges peak out to offer sight
to peaks where so few men have trod,
you stare out like an ancient god.
I see why some folks hike for this,
lucky, this peak has a chairlift.
Categories:
briskness, appreciation, beauty, imagery, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
the killer hawk we feared
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
with night's approaching cold
The city lights behind the hills
beckoned the bold and brave
seeking thrills and new frontiers
escaping the nearing grave
Oh, quiet farm soft hid beyond
your peaceful autumn yearns
to teach the dreams of youthful fawn
and nature’s ways to learn.
12/30/2022
Take Me There' Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Categories:
briskness, city, environment, farm, world,
Form:
Rhyme