Best Chartered Poems
*****This poem inspired me to show or make sentient as possible a woman of special appeal, which provided an apt challenge of my poetic Powers. Such words as 'countenance opulent' 'L'Amour and debonair' and the rhyming structure creates the 'magic third' as Bach said of music; this exists throughout much of my works. I am a professional guitar player, lead guitar; my sense of timing and feel --- creativity, must have helped my poetic abilities since music is poetry in motion. To express oneself sincerely is good enough, yet why the expression? What makes the poet express a line, stanza or the poem itself?*****
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
L'Amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
Categories:
chartered, beauty, romance, woman,
Form:
Romanticism
Birds
Fly
Migrating
On open sky
A chartered course found
Resting on lofty winter boughs
Swooping like magical kites, a swirling dance of flight
With miles still to go, fearless in their mission, cackling caws singing in
synchronized rhythm.
March 20, 2017
Categories:
chartered, bird, imagery, journey, nature,
Form:
Fibonacci
...like two pieces of wood,
adrift and worn through time,
passing like ships in the night,
each on a different path
but destined to meet,
somewhere in time.
...like the sky, wet kissing the ocean
with winded breath, lusting
over the crest's of calmer seas
as it fills itself with the moon
in the high-tide romance
of un-chartered depths,
awaiting to connect the stars
fill the void's of night,
and awake, refreshed
to the rise of the sun's blush
together in destiny.
Categories:
chartered, allegory, people, sea,
Form:
Free verse
The raft of life with chartered dreams,
through currents of storms and anguish;
the voyage tears apart our seams,
holding back our fears we languish,
with oars of hope,
struggling to cope.
Whirlpools abduct our course with might.
Pools of serenity and peace,
a horizon beyond the fight.
Where challenges begin to cease;
stronger from strife,
renewed, in life.
Date: June 11, 2022
For: Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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Categories:
chartered, angst, hope, life, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
My Heart Better Fares . . .
The heart better fares you say when it cowers
not so all sails deployed you chartered a
relentless course for my heart but it was not
the intended stir in me you caused for
of such love games devoid I desperately try
to avoid any and all encounters you seek
and if your sea weathered banner sends
me scampering, it is because you see,
as I regretfully but so bluntly need to say,
I neither wished nor relished your forceful
attention and do gladly welcome the sight
of your disappearing flag.
For all the young girls and women out there
who feel they have become the source of
relentless, forceful, and unwelcome attention,
try to be kind, but stay strong and stand your ground.
Categories:
chartered, goodbye, space,
Form:
Free verse
I've heard them tell me
that life is a gift ,given
I've even heard them say
life is a journey
Chartered upon many mountains,
delighting to be traversed
What say you, damsel lady!
I know life to be bushy thorns
That every road I have travelled
has been dusty,
rocky with the sight of potholes
at every turn.
The dust greeting me,
long-lost companions
What say they, damsel lady!
I know life for what it is
A destination of endless walks
I know life never cared about me!
The sun peaked and it went
back to sleep
Never did the sun relieve me
on this journey
What say You, damsel lady!
The choice was never mine
Simply I was put on this path
and pointed forward
They told me what was north
and I was to learn south
and its opposing friends
They told me life was a journey,
but all I have known is pain.
Was pain the journey?
Were my worn-out shoes
the lesson I had to learn?
What say I, damsel lady!
I say, I have traversed
the bridges that are my life
What is journey?
Moving forward or
travelling backwards?
Must I even keep pacing
when day and night have no meaning to me.
What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure
I say, damsel lady. I know life!
Life is no friend of mine.
This journey I have travelled,
I am still walking.
Where is the gift in that?
My patience is worn through
and my sandals are dust.
Even these tears desert me
for the better companionship of dust.
Loneliness is my only companion,
YES,
maybe that is LIFE!
Categories:
chartered, introspection, life, metaphor,
Form:
Classicism
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Six
Soon all the rooms at trysting hotel were for years booked through
By pilgrims from Mindanao and Minangkabau to Timbuktu
Saudi princes bought the hotels at Carrefour de Pompadour
Kings of Malaysia with retinues planned long séjours
Sea Anne-Anne’s “broken news” chartered all the sailing club’s boats
The Mayor sacked the Accounts Chief for failing to raise the rates
Sea Be-As put out feelers to buy the Pompiers de Paris
All-Cheese-Seas-Roar made a secret pact with the mosque’s prelates
All-Lions-Fun-Press opened offices at the Préfecture’s terrace
Bee-Bee-Sea late as usual wanted a Royal Palace
So they got the Queen to confer Lordship on the Président
Beings-Port set about organizing annual matches face to fa ce
Between Robo-Cops and the Darling Dears clad in chadors
On one condition: they all fought it out in the lake outdoors
Just then His Holiness with his yea-sayers strode out for air
When boom-voiced Commandant pounced on them with Robo-Cop jaws:
“Pray! Esteemed Prophet’s Emissary! Lend me thy sovereign ear!
Habeas corpus ad subjiciendum this writ makes clear
Miscreant Tent Maker’s son Omar doth s’installe à demeure… »
« STOP ! » ordained the Imam, « I must forthwith lead the dohr prayer !”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
chartered, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
To live a life and change each day
to dream more often and replay
the life you want to live and say
that Life joins hands with Love, that’s true
in times there’s conflict and remorse
so set yourself a chartered course
from where you are and where you’re going
To realize you have a choice
that love and life both have a voice
to live a life that love demands
or leave a love that life commands
Suns and moons will dimly go
in the final afterglow
life will age as love decays
set your words to music and sing a song
there is somewhere you belong
weather the storm and dance with the wind
walk on fire with a wide mouthed grin
love is a fantasy you can rescind
to realize you have a choice
to question life and carry on
to speak of love as in despair
but in the end you do not care
to coin a phrase as Joni recalls
I really don’t know love at all
Contest Both Sides Now
Categories:
chartered, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
They were seventeen,
barely out of high school.
Yet they shared a love that was as
ancient as the sky
This king and his queen,
to be kept apart by no mans rule,
made plans to meet and marry nearby
------
"I will come to you, my Love"
is what she said to him,
"and you must promise you'll wait until I do"
"Meet me at the gate, my Love
and if you'll take my hand,
heaven will be next for me and you"
-----
He went to the East,
leaving her to worry.
When his tour was done, he was sent home
a broken man
She could find no peace
until she got word he was to come
by chartered plane back from Iran
-----
"I can hardly wait, my Love,
to look into your eyes first hand.
Until you're home safe, I won't believe it's true""
"Meet me at the gate, my Love,
and just as we have always planned,
heaven will be next for me and you"
-----
While she waited there,
She heard the announcement.
There had been a storm, his plane had gone
into the bay
She fell in despair,
whisp'ring as her light was slowly spent.
These are the last words she would say:
-----
"I can't let you go,
I am coming too.
Meet me at the gate...
Heaven will be next for me and you"
Categories:
chartered, devotion, grief, heartbreak, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
Good memories of our parents and grandparents,
I thank them for the blessed years with them.
i remember when my sons Kirk and Erik and mom came to live here,
I would drive my children and my little sister Antje to school.
I had a turquoise car, an outdated Chrysler model,
Then I would bring them back home to the big old house.
Help the children with their homework,now Kirk is a Civil Engineer,
His brother Erik became a Chartered Account.
They both graduated from university,
Their parents are very proud of them,
I resumed my studies at York University,
And have an equivalent B. A in Arts and Education.
Even though Walter, their father was divorced from me.
We had happy years of marriage with our sons at the beautiful house,
My sons married, Kirk married the beautiful Jenn at a Muskoka wedding
Erik married the pretty Lisette , they had a Hawaiin wedding that was very
nice,
We had an Elvis Presley house across the road, very enhanced and beautiful.
They rebuit our parents house and I found their house on the computer.
Good memories of the big old house where we lived and played together,
Went on picnics at the Jack Darling Park and tossed the frisbee.
i thank God for guiding and keeping us safe,
Good memories with our paents and grandparents.
author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
chartered, appreciation, beautiful, friendship, god,
Form:
Free verse
It stood alone upon the shelf
above the hearth, warmed by flame.
I'd gazed too many times to count
at those two inside the picture frame
Cut square from weathered wood of barn,
with rifts from age and gathered dust
that 1940's bride and groom
did send my mind to wanderlust.
She in white gossamer gown
with a bashful smile upon her face,
and he so proud in uniform
that flash in time could not erase.
Did they lie in stained-glass fields
stitched with verdant clover sweet?
Did they leave impressions there
their outlined forms pressed so deep?
Did they gaze up at crisp, bright stars,
sipping on strawberry wine-
on a swath of road at the fringe of town
with fingers laced, so firm entwined?
Was it a glimpse, or flourished span?
Did they meet by chartered fate?
Was that rose pinned in her hair
plucked outside his garden gate?
Did they attend gay affairs, and
stroll down a secret clandestine path?
Did they waltz to special songs,
listened to on photograph?
As I study now, deep in thought
these questions do not worry me,
for without those tow upon the shelf
my existence would never be.
Categories:
chartered, family, grandparents, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
l'amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
Categories:
chartered, beauty, poetry, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Claire won 5 medals at the Barcelona Paras,
In 1992, where she took the 50m freestyle gold,
To set a World Record, and in the 100m pass,
Still freestyle, she secured a warm silver fold,
A silver for the 100m backstroke and 4x100 relay,
Which made her extremely proud, chuffed no end,
So she only took up para-triathlon 2008, recently,
And in 2008, the Worlds, she won the gold blend.
In 2013 at the ETU Para-triathlon Europeans,
In Antalya in Turkey, Claire won the solid silver,
And in 2014, the ITU Worlds with London johns,
Claire came home 3rd, a bronze to weather.
2015 and the ITU Worlds again, in Edmonton,
Canada, and Clare truly proved again to be,
Successful at the triathlon with consolidation,
Of another bronze medal, podium victory to see.
That same year in Buffalo City at the Worlds,
She won the title, and at the GBR Nationals,
She came 2nd, also at the ITU London Worlds,
Then 3rd at the ETU Geneva European stiles.
1st in Detroit at the ITU Worlds, and then 2nd,
In Penrith in 2016 at more ITU Worlds again;
She finished 4th in Lisbon, Portugal - her bend,
Towards swimming, biking and running did pen.
She was born without a left forearm, prosthetic,
And was a Chartered Accountant. She reads,
Watches box sets, loving West Wing frenetic,
And hates mice. She has English Lit MA seeds.
Categories:
chartered, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
A source of poetry and art, of keen wit and generosity, slipped past our touch.
On Sunday morning, having seen
The crocuses begin, she left her frail house
And her sudden leaving had less to do
With our ideas than with the green arrival.
No sins evicted her; they troubled us
Who pray for special favors to ease
The pain of stark equality;
And nothing we could have done
Would have stopped her going
Or the crocus coming.
Ritual euphemisms made
Our sad task bearable;
We were numb and practical
Beside our private loss.
Yet she is done with that which upsets us.
She paid in suffering for more
Than chartered life could give;
And God, who weighs all, will use this balance
As needed--elsewhere.
Categories:
chartered, death,
Form:
Free verse
I chartered a boat for sea fishing
Those waves just kept swelling and swishing
But when the boat stopped
My stomach had flopped
To be back on land I was wishing
To go swim in the sea is so sweet
Though I swim like I'm made of concrete
That white sand's so near
There's nothing to fear
Except jellyfish stinging my feet
August 4, 2019
Categories:
chartered, animal, boat, fishing, humor,
Form:
Limerick