Best Carpet Poems
If people suffer in truth at our hands
with ill education and manners
Then we turn on them spitting words
casting stones of hate
blame them as a menace unto society
corrupted from childhood
what chance do they have
Living below means
defined by their status not born to privilege
Then punish them for the crimes committed
inside which their first education exposed them too
what stands above is created in this society
it holds the key through poverty
Turning a blind eye we punish them
what does that make us
The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.
But shade in the she-oaks can offer relief
for creatures surviving who still hold belief
the outback’s not dying though is tinder dry…
then cotton-wool clouds start to build in the sky.
And when it gets humid and balmy at night
the sunrise is red with the new dawning light
and leaves get up dancing and float on the breeze
ants start to scurry and thunder does tease.
There’s change on the way and a scent in the air
and storm birds are singing to make all aware
that drought may be over and soon there’ll be rain
the outback will flourish ‘til drought comes again.
Now pastel pink earth starts to darken to red
as it quenches it’s thirst on the deluge ahead
the creek beds awake from their slumber for years
and billabongs form behind quick rising weirs.
The pans and the lowlands are holding their fill
and outstation tanks are now starting to spill
so comes a new dawn from a heartbreaking scene
when almost like magic the land turns to green.
Where a land is vindictive and can be unkind
where water is life, and with man undermined
where vastness is changing from sleeping repose
the buds are now bursting and now they disclose…
…a rainbow that travels so long with the eye
in a landscape rebirth, to thanks from the sky
I’m taking a stroll through a live daisy chain
in a carpet of colour that follows the rain.
I like someone
who speaks all my languages
not just their own
I love someone
who when I get
my head sewn to the carpet
doesn't say
"Good luck with that "
Twisting and turning on tides of laughter,
we rise and roll with wild abandon.
Through sparkling sheens of summer rain,
those gentle gems of glistening, gleaming drops,
we fly freely upon this flamingo feathered carpet.
Happily we ride along the heights of heaven,
Gazing deep into galaxies that glow far beyond.
Saturn's seductive rings slowly pull us forward,
When suddenly we drop, diving low, dipping back into
the darling glow of our moon.
Then sweeping past the stars, smiling with delight,
we sail off in the distance, shouting our goodnight.
Now all the sights that we've seen shall swim within our dreams.
Come take my hand as I take yours and we'll fly off toward tomorrow.
Tanya Harrington © 07-30-2012
Inviting ~ Poet~Destroyer, Let's ride!
For Skat's Magic Carpet Ride Contest
Wow look at me
soaring across the globe
All my emotions feeling & thoughts ride high
on this magic carpet ride
Welcome to poetry soup Kerry
a big shout from Anne Lise
So warm and welcoming
I feel so at home
poetry soup has changed me
I no longer feel alone
This magic carpet ride has taken me
beyond places I thought I would never roam
Fly forever now
for there is no stopping me
So many to visit
& still so many to meet
I must be off now
as my magic carpet ride awaits
to fly me too
the next poets place..
Written by: Kerry Singleton
Contest: Magic carpet ride (Skat)
So you rode the magic carpet
And you sailed above the skies
You were taken by the beauty
You were blinded by the lies
As you soared up through the heavens
You could sense the angels sighs
They could see into your future
And they witnessed loves demise
Now you head towards disaster
With no one to hear your cries
As you cling on to your memories
And the cold wind burns your eyes
*spot poetry: Written in 15 minutes or less about any random subject.
Betwixt
Betwined
Beneath the tweed
lay the nasty pin
It pierced my toe without a need
My foot had lost again
Of all the places I should step
I landed on this pain
"Walkin' on pins and needles"
just doesn't mean the same
I merely stepped up to the lamp
To read the daily news
When all at once
The pin, it stuck
Submerged up through my shoe
And yelling out obscenities
I screamed these words in pain
"Either I get shoes with thicker soles
or ne'er read news again"
Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse,
as she steals through the hallways of
Maplethorpe House. Mysterious, moody
and always morose, it's as if she is leprous
no one can get close.
She carries a parcel held tight to her chest,
whatever it is she won't share with the rest.
How it got through security we'll never know,
in this forsaken place where you can't even
blow your own nose without matron's say-so,
they're so tough, as for personal things...
you can't pay them enough!
One day she went to open it, to show them
what's inside. She said, "It's a Magic Carpet!
Wanna take it for a ride?"
"Right, Megan, 'Magic Carpet,' huh? Next you'll
tell us pigs can fly! Go take your carpet
outta here, it's pie up in the sky!"
She stole the key from maintenance
to the sixth floor quiet room, forced a window,
took her rug, but 'stead of plunging to her doom
the carpet whisked her up aloft above the sixth
floor deck and took her deep into the sunset
until she was just a speck!
No season surpasses Spring,
though Fall is a contender.
Spring embodies warm winds to melt the snow;
a searing sun traversing bright blue skies,
and an earthy fragrance that greets each breath.
Icicles soon melt away,
disappearing drip by drip.
Drawn to a blanket of moist, tepid air,
snowdrops and crocuses are first to show;
followed by tulips poking from the snow.
As ice-packed rivers break free,
they, once more, flow to the sea.
Migrating flocks of geese, honking in flight,
signal they have retraced their journey home
as the Robin Redbreast hunts for dew worms.
Wildflowers perfume the air;
while color spreads everywhere.
Cerulean skies gather up rain clouds
as canopies shelter nesting songbirds,
and chlorophyll inks a carpet of green.
April rains are the fuel
that fuels life's renewal.
If you believe in magic,
come and take my hand.
We will escape what's tragic,
and stop trying to understand.
Leaving all of the chaos behind.
Taking everything that has been denied.
Belief and hope in whatever we find.
Fantasy comes alive, a magic carpet ride.
Soaring through an endless sky.
Fluffy white clouds soften the way.
Dodging heavenly bodies as we fly.
A universe of stars on display.
The carpet was being chased by the wind.
It's gusts continued to push us along.
Stars, brightly shimmered, as if sequined.
We rode on air currents, so strong.
The carpet protected us from any harm,
that could occur while up so high.
We were safe, no reason for alarm.
With no fear, we sailed through the sky.
All at once the carpet began to slowdown.
Turning around in the direction that we came.
Soon we would be back on the ground.
Neither of us would ever be the same.
How did it happen, did it happen at all?
We decided that we would not share.
Keeping the memory safe, to recall,
a magic carpet ride...way up there.
Come fly with me to heaven's door
On a magical carpet ride
We'll explore the mighty universe
Reach the mystical worlds on high
We can only guess what secrets lie
Beyond the heavenly spheres
Another world like ours you say?
We'll probably never know I fear
Travelling through time and outer space
Our minds are overwhelmed by it all
Viewing our planet from way out there
A shimmering blue and green ball
Come fly with me above the stars
And view nature's mighty plan
Feel the vastness of the universe
Put it all into place if you can
© Jack Ellison 2012
We lie
in each other’s arms
as
I run my fingers
through my lover’s lush locks
of hair
In plush leisure we roll
with abandon
on the floor -
in tune with each other’s
bodies
rocking into the night -
carpet burn
likely
June 4, 2020
Chose word #1: Carpet
41(?) words for nette onclaud's 'SOME KIND OF SENSUAL' Contest
By the way, Wordcounter says 43 words, but if I remove my 2 hyphens, it DOES say 41 then!
on the lush carpet
I explored his lips and kissed him with lust
and he responded- to ravage my mouth
we were lost in ecstasy . . .
I panted his name and he whispered mine
until
we swirled higher and higher above the clouds
like birds in a wind current
then falling
falling . . .
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June 4, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/carpet interlude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1258-111-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Some Kind of Sensual
sponsor, Nette Onclaud, 45 words
First Place
My friend Carpet John
Who I met through a girlfriend
Was a funny one.
He once told me of his days at school
When he wanted to go swimming
In the school swimming pool.,
He asked his Mom to get him something to wear
And when he saw what he bought him
He wasn't prepared.
Imagine a tall lanky guy
Dressed in terry towelling swimming trunks
That looked like a babies diaper
Far from a hunk in his new swimming trunks,.
He jumped straight in to the pool
But came our looking like a fool
His trunks were so full of water
They swelled like a huge balloon
And water leaked out in leaks everywhere
Hr was so embarrassed
He never went swimming again
Winder why.
He also told me he hated soccer at school
But he was made to take part it was a rule
One day he was just stood with his arms crossed
Over his chest
And you wouldn't believe what happened next
The ball hit him bounced off and he scored a goal in the net.
It was a very important match and he had saved the day
He was a hero and he didn't even play
They carried him around the field with a lap of honour
You'd think he'd single handedly won the world cup
Well the other team
Just bowed their heads and give up.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
Above my head are stars that often blink
Light is like feathers on the black carpet
All of this delight shown for what we think
White specks of brilliance are from stars that sit
Humble light flows from the sky that emits
Its awe inspiring white glory that shows
Light is a marksman on my face that knows
Of its wondrous music it sends to me
No birds block the light, not even the crows
The great brazen white light lives so simply
Russell Sivey