Best Commencing Poems
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
Dressing the ancient stars amid their anthem weddings attire....
The universe anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies of, anew ~
Bookplate bridesmaids, with such glittering eyes and broadening smiles
Quickly making their jubilant ways down, the amendable aisles
With a world beholding as, the best of man....
Hearkening hearts rejoicing so, very deeply inside; paradise
Standing at the altar aside, the most beautiful of glorious grooms ~
Wearing heavens luminous harvest moon colours; commencing halos
Visages, as a sparkling fireworks display afore the joys of an innocent, awestruck child....
Immaculate and pristine; these most mesmerizing of scenes
Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ~
Extenuatings pragmatic veil; crimsons silkened tides now torn
From, the final pages of such history and lore; a candid, jewel leavened door....
Prismatics band; lifting these velvet promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ~
Sidereals notes of well-nigh chime; sweet music across the blue made skies
Church bells, reaching unto the furthest realms this, celebrations invitation
Come one come all; come as you were come as you are; the brightest star
Making their way through the constellations; jubilee, and all of creation ~
Coterie, disembarking at the depot from a waking moment; neverendings, final destination!?
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...."The Wedding, at Dreamendon" ~
Note: Smile ~ "Merry Christmas Everyone; May It Be 'Beautiful & Bright; Love,'" John!:) ~
Chameleons
Chameleons we must be
In a world forever changing
For the sequel to tranquility
Is impending rearranging
The news of sudden tragedy
A husband leaves his wife
Before night stars can twinkle
Chaos rules your life
Maybe life has lost its luster
Stagnation’s dulled the sheen
The mind’s become too idle
Wreaking damage unforeseen
Hence the chameleon emerges
Commencing transformation
Altering its persona
To command the situation
Like the chameleon in nature
We employ our disguise
Our mechanism of defense
‘Til a plan we can devise
A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood
A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night
An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle of nowhere with red deer to seek
Twelve-hours of hiking, commencing that day
Now trapped with some refuge a stone throw away.
Cracking of boulders being pushed by the current
Affirming the folly of crossing this torrent.
Necessities shaping a cold camp till the dawn
Just tattered old plastic, to use as an awn.
Soft moss as a bed but soaking from rain
Ferns as a pillow don’t cushion colds pain.
Dark of the evening only adds to the pall
Deaths favoured colour, as rain continues its fall
Shivering endless; bodies fighting the shock
Drops of clouds tears slowed to the tick of a clock.
Moisture still falling, no hope for them now
Prospects were mirrored by the dark of the hour
Subtly the winds whispered breathe in their ear.
Fight.
Rekindling the flames to survive their harsh plight
Packs full of food, swiftly emptied for fuel
Bodies recharged in spite of the cool.
Rain in the dark hours continued to pour
Sounds from the river commenced to fair roar,
First crack of dawn and they got up and away
Wilderness wins this particular day.
*Based on a true story however my companion and I were stuck in the elements
for 2 days and nights. Another river flooded and blocked our exit.*
The Sound of Music
Music
Eight little notes
Strung upon the lines
Pages of magical dancing combinations
Eight little notes
Opening the doors of humanities soul
Mathematical rhythms in colors you see
Keeping a universal score
Eight little notes
Surviving every love and every war
For music makes all men brothers in arms
In the highlands they march to this very score
Eight thousand mathematical dreams
Traveling through history, both rocky and serene
When they seek out those eight magical music notes
Lovers often find their lovers bed
Eight times some have to listen
For ears are not always open nor glisten
When they come to hear the message
They soon see the waltz is only the commencing
Music
The eight roads to any heart
Marching towards eternity
Scores of notes tell us just so
( Alizee told me so )
Pevec in Czech -
a poet in our tongue,
and I see him there, composing.
His poem is about the sea,
and how the crabs are dancing
slowly to its rhythm -
side-going to the end of Southend Pier.
Pevec in Czech -
a poet in our tongue,
and I see him there, composing.
His poem is about his Love,
and how she is dancing
in the evening's cool,
twirling to the end of Southend Pier.
Pevec in Czech
and all his words
cannot describe his feelings...
He gives up, and instead
applauds the dancing...
She hears him not, and with a devilish cry
hurtles to shocked, unready sea.
5/6/15
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Featured poem of the week
commencing 5/8/22
The lake was only small
But we boated.
Not far to go...
Back and forth
On the little lake
And watching the boat go.
Back and forth and go -
Using up the day
That won't return.
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2/15/2015
Contest - STRAND Choice 8
Sponsor - Brian Strand
2nd place win
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Featured poem for the week commencing 5/1/2016
Fog came early to Nebraska,
and slender churches became hidden.
Pastors came out of them with scarves,
their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens.
Cars moved slowly,
dipped beams constant; the radio turned on.
The fog came early - unawares.
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4/23/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/10/2019
Love inspissiated*
when she was tired of it.
It had run its course.
She wished she could send
it back to the cleaners,
or whatever you do with
inspissiation.
It sounded vulgar,
this "spiss" word,
so she said it twice -
"inspissiation".
Love inspissiated
one lost afternoon
in her middle-age.
George was hopeless!
She wished she could send
him back to the cleaners -
that he would just PISS OFF.
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* a real word
5/1/2015
Contest - Let's have some fun
Sponsor - Casarah Nance
A win
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Featured poem of the week
commencing 2/6/22
Frame is solid, some refurbishing needed; I have a room for rent
Only needs a few repairs and my patience has well been spent
Ready for immediate occupancy as soon as one can spare
Renovations commencing instantly; rent is somewhat fair
Equipped with all the essentials; a spacious room is what you’ll find
Needs an well organized individual; one able to dwell inside this mind
Today it’s clean and tidy as can be; tomorrow's a new day, I'll wait and see
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Blissful blossoms blooming
Look lustful lovers
Listless lovers looming
Krazy killer kisses
Swelter summer season
Belly breathing blouses
Bayside beaches burning
Winter worries wane
Glorious gracious gains
Happy hungry hearts
Dwellings do not depart
Picture pretty parts
Take the time to talk
Let listening lead to laughter
Commencing comfortable communication
HURRY HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...
I had tea under a balcony,
and admired the roses
cascading down
graciously
A lone lily
awaiting water...
I breathed in its cool fragrance
before leaving
By mistake
I left my coat
draped like an "el" on its side
over the white chair
The servant said she saw a tramp
with it two nights later,
and he did not smell of
roses or the lily
I have forgiven him,
for what is his life against mine,
singing of roses
and remembering lone lily?
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4/15/2015
Contest - Life
Sponsor - Janis Thompson
Fifth Place Win in Première Contest
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Featured poem of the week
commencing 12/9/2018.
A new poem -
Let me revel in its newness
As I beat the way.
Let me count its lines
And wish it well
As it streams across the continents
And into beating hearts.
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2/12/2015
Featured poem for the week
commencing 10/11/2015
Blissful blossoms blooming
Look LUSTFUL lovers
Listless lovers looming
Krazy killer kisses
Sweltering SUMMER season
Belly breathing blouses
Bayside BEACHES burning
Winter worries wane
Glorious gracious gains
HAPPY hungry hearts
Dwellings do not depart
Picture pretty parts
Take the time to talk
Let listening lead to laughter
Commencing comfortable communications
Hurry HAPPILY EVER AFTER