Best Dace Poems
"you"
with light from sun and moon I see you
between angelic melodies I hear you
with a summer breeze I feel you
between air fresh and new I need you
with a light feather you touch me
in sync we dace and fly the sky
never looking back never asking why
always each morning I love you
SkyWatcher
08-16-22
Categories:
dace, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
The dreams are the ones who enjoy our lives
So jump of the cliff and denounce your ride
Never look back, for single fly
Or to the unpredictable sky
Don’t let the thunder announce your demur
Shine to the future on your dry hands
Color your zebra stripes
Dace to the narrated smile of a wrinkled woman electing to part
To me all of us are fools
We are just ponies on a stride
There is no one who can empathize
We are in that simple transaction of life
Yet the one who will define our lives
Birds, follow your dreams
Climb the tallest wall, otherwise tear Berlin down
Stay close to your own footsteps
It will turn your predicted past
Put away your dolls, but keep them
They will soon rise to the light
Let the green surround you, and enrich you with its forceful gist
Sit back, but don’t unwind
It’s what we do now that will define our drive
Drive far away and write your path
The footsteps on the sand are the letters of your own book
The remains of your friendships are grips of your dance
Don’t be afraid of loosing a gasp of air
Keep hope on your save box and throw away the lock
Let it drown to the bottom of the ocean,
Let the wind take you by
Far, far, far …
Categories:
dace, adventure, courage, dance,
Form:
Free verse
Said a Cod to a wise old Eel,
I would like to know how you feel?
Though people snack on dips,
Lots more eat fish and chips.
They say it has great meal appeal!
Said the Eel to the wise old Cod,
I find that unusually odd.
I've never had to worry,
As so many eat curry.
Very few are after my bod!
Just then a worldly old Squid,
Doing what Squids always did.
Went swimming slowly on by.
Said he "Me, they'll never fry"
"They'll only eat me jellied!"
Next came a Lobster and Blue Crab.
Followed by a Flounder and Dab.
They agreed with the old Cod,
A fish with a succulent 'bod'
Always ends up on a slab!
Then a Shrimp, Whelk and a Mussel.
All went by in a hustle.
Then the Winkle with the Clam,
Who said "I'd better scram!"
"Cos I give chowder its muscle!
Following next came the Herring,
In a disguise he was wearing.
For he was truly afraid,
That the batter being made,
Was for him. His instinct unerring!
Then both a large and small-mouthed Bass,
And a lone, solitary Wrasse.
Not to forget the Scallop,
Going by at a gallop.
All getting away en masse!
Next Mackerel, Haddock and Plaice.
Not one with a smile on its face.
The handsome Halibut too,
Was looking glum and blue,
Which went as well for the Dace!
Now to all fish its crystal clear.
Most of them have plenty to fear.
Be they skinned, fried and eaten
With bread - White, Brown or Wheaten,
Or soaked and battered in beer!
Rhymer. December 6th, 2016.
Categories:
dace, allusion, fantasy, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Nevaeh ( Song ).
.
How could I forget that day
She stole my heart and took my breathe away
More beautiful than words could ever say
.
Suddenly I was in a dream
Amongst the most beautiful flowers
I’d ever seen
.
I watched the sunrise in her deep doe tawny eyes
As butterflies fluttered deep inside
And an overwhelming feeling came over me
I knew she was the one for me
.
How could such an Angel exist
I melted in her arms as we kissed…..
.
Chorus.
.
Naveah..,,…..
She is everything to me
And I could never imagine where I’d be
Without her love..
She calmed my restless ocean
Filling me with the sweetest of emotion
And taught me how to live again
And took away my emptiness
And healed my pain…….
.
Solo.
.
I could never count the kisses I placed upon her lips
Or the times I run my finger through her hair
And stroked her dace with my tender fingertips
.
And after we’ve made love
With the ember still aglow
I love how she holds me
And nuzzles her head upon my chest
After taking me to places
No one could ever know….
.Suddenly I was in a dream
Amongst the most beautiful flowers
I’d ever seen
.
Bridge.
.
I watched the sunrise in her deep doe tawny eyes
As butterflies fluttered deep inside
And an overwhelming feeling came over me
I knew she was the one for me……..
.
Chorus.
.
Naveah ...
She is everything to me
And I could never imagine where I’d be
Without her love..
She calmed my restless ocean
Filling me with the sweetest of emotion
And taught me how to live again
And took away my emptiness
And healed my pain
.
My world and forever girl….
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Categories:
dace, appreciation, joy, love, song,
Form:
Lyric
Looking tragedy in the face
while running life's race.
Make sure to keep steady pace
as you pass the stream full of dace.
Streaming behind a shawl of lace
do not sniff the handkerchief of mace.
Watching deer disappear without trace
as they vanish into the mists of space.
When finally you reach your base
examine carefully your case.
Now stare tragedy in the face
you have won life's race.
Categories:
dace, deep, introspection, life, race,
Form:
Monorhyme
YARRA was an old Sloop
Yarra was an old ship in 1941...........about a 10 year old Sloop
She was a small Destroyer with three 4 inch guns...
So she sunk the Babr in an attack in old Iran......it had 4inch guns the Babr....
And she dodged the Stukas at Tobruk, this small tin can....
Leading Seaman R Taylor was on the no2 gun...
He was a good shot, when driving off the Hun...
The Captain called the Black Prince, was Harrington, a good one...
Yarra drove the Stukas off, downed 4 planes in 41...
She escorted supplies to Tobruk, to feed the Aussie boys ...
Tobruk would frustrate Rommell, Aussies destroyed his tanks like toys....
42 brought the Japanese war, much closer to their own ....
So Yarra went to Singapore, on escort duty home ....
4th march in 42, Yarra was heading south again....
With a small convoy, met warships from Japan....
3 cruisers with big 8 inch guns, Yarra had no chance, for sure...
Yarra turned and went for them, outgunned 10 times and more...
Yarra soon was a burning blazing wreck, abandon ship was called....
One lone gun was shooting at the Jap, Pommy prisoners recalled?....
From the Japanese Cruiser Maya, they saw a sloop defy....
No 2 gun still shooting, Taylor and Yarra die...
Don Johnson 7-Aug-09
Yarra fought the lethal Stuka 87 German dive bombers , and Italian bombers on the Tobruk
run...
She dodged bombs , after they were dropped and dodged torpedoes from them too....
Yarra on her final day with her three 4 inch guns came up against 3 Japanese Cruisers with
several 8 inch guns each, plus 2 Japanese Destroyers who also outgunned her.... Later
in 1944 US Submarines Darter and Dace sank 2 of those cruisers Atago and Maya.
Yarra fought the 3 Japanese cruisers and died fighting
One gun kept shooting thought the ship was afire and sinking.........Seaman R Taylor the
brave!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Categories:
dace, warold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Ranted I in fiery dance
Upon the rushed floor.
It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought.
Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace.
Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore.
It’s marshed earth with braided stench of wilded bush,
Where curlew lace no hatch,
I hear her shreak solitary now the gaunt of wealthed flax,
Each non cut rock a grey and weary fetus
From the kernel of my mind,
Barren spiral stair raped from all it wept; mankind
The ancient tenants dead; nay mummified.
Both munk and pastor
Phoenix merlined in the tempest of my dream.
Oh’ ape above fortalice cloketh brotherhood,
Who staple me on hazelnut and dace
God’s wild innocence of grace;
Who flung spring leaf infant to the boundary of the air,
Still gurgler plyeth his silketh threads;
Then taunts its ebonite onto a higher throne.
The chalice battle-beaten
Scurried through the airs of earth,
From within the conifers, the silverberches;
Now lies within the hidden wood.
Upon the grave where sages cried.
The headstone dead, with silver trail
That maws about its chiselled bed
Aged marrow coils the new formed yews.
He marched a drought and bat the tin boot torture from his shins
Now he sits outside the farriers and waits, and contemplates;
Soaring rainbow, fin-whipped structure of the gleam
Nose that cut the film sifted fly with hoover suction.
Hour glass smashed, finger cut,
Blinded look of gleaming leaf devoid its former smuts,
From page and gilded edge.
Farrio -onis ferratus
White elk herded peppered witches from the glare,
Still farrier wields his marriage bore,
It calls to all insundry
Categories:
dace, life,
Form:
Rhyme
That she is still my golden dace
That she hadn’t lie to me
That she forever twist to me
Her glittering voluble hips
That she can still show case
Her ever-charming eyes to me
How I wish . . .
That I can still be the only Knight
In her with my wandering white horse
That I can always remain the only
Rodent in her divided heart
That I can have her wrap up
Always in my warm-up body
How I wish . . .
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
10th August 2006
3.28pm.
I decided to quit with her after considering
The last discussion we had. A follow up to
The poem “And we lied “.
Categories:
dace, friendship, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
A golden fish in the
Blui-sh ocean of love
A Flounder with no blunder
That makes me hover at yonder
Like a loose hook surfing for
A Deltan fish with a Yoruba scale
Dupsy, the Dace
Vaunting several medals with curtsy
Dabbling like a Dab in a race
Against the Lampreys and Spermaceti
I salivate endlessly beholding
Your rare but momentous beauty
Portable and wrap-able in
“War able” situation
Remember your twirling thighs
Flaunting without blemish
Your voluble hips like that
Of no one but J - LOOO
Helpless I remain setting
My eyes on your ever charming eyes
Winking at me with a smile
That graciously get you noticed
A voluptuous you remain.
Keeping our promise
Keeping my words
Keeping your covenant
To be with me all along
As a rodent in my Heart
As I re-echo to strive on
Until I become the Knight
And the war Lord of the People’s Army
Advocating for the less privilege
Mobilising and Strategizing for
A revolution to come
Where we will have a land
Full of honey, milk and
Manner from Earth
For the consumption of all
And sundry.
Then, I mean,
Then only
You shall proudly become
My Queen twisting your
Bakassi only in front
Of my Pennisular
Lest I forget
As you voyage along with me
In our historic sojourn
Am promising to continue
The witty-wagging moment
With seasonal wanderlust.
Alayande Stephen T.
23rd September 2005
2.30pm
Categories:
dace, devotion, love, pets, me,
Form:
OH ! WHAT A VALENTINE !
As the clock tickles away horarily
On the day set aside for Romeo
In the heart of a Juliet
I waited , I did waited
For a once Golden Dace of a Juliet
Whom I have longed to Romeo on this day
I rang the ring unto her hearing
Behold my Juliet jumps from
One hour to another, posting her Romeo
Like a letter whose destination is lost
I waited , I did waited
Till time waits for me no more
It dawned on me heavily
I was not Today’s Romeo du Valentino
Neither was I the Romeo
Nor the chosen Valentino
I delude myself into a lover’s garden trance
Where I held tight unto her
Our tongues lost in each others’ mouth
As my heart- beat ran through the
Speedometer like Ben Johnson
Our urge for each other.
Made us surge forward in a frenzy order
We got lost in another cloud
“I love you” chorused us simultaneously
From my trance, I transited back to life
I spoke to my mind to come off
The rituals of Valentine
My feet was heavy to free itself from
The dancing steps of the “Koko of a Dome”
For there is no sanity in the vanity of a Valentine
She rang the ring unto my hearing, pleading
When darkness has come upon
The surface of the Earth.
It was a time for “Bobo” Valentino
I shrugged it off!
I am not Bobo Valentino
I was to be a Romeo du Valentino
Oh! What a Valentine!
Alayande Stephen T.
14th February,2006.
11:36pm
A spiced up story of what happened to me on the
Valentine’s day and the vanity in all the myth that
Goes with the day called Valentine.
Categories:
dace, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
Waiting in a quiet place
Sitting in a silent space
Pacing at a restless pace
Waiting, waiting and waiting
Waiting in a quiet place
Craving for a worthy case
Racing at a restless race
Waiting, waiting and waiting
Waiting in a quiet place
Picking at my pretty lace
Swimming like a restless dace
Here I sit again; waiting
Categories:
dace, anxiety, introspection, muse, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't ask questions,
don't answer questions,
don't be smart,
don't be stupid,
don't be an outcast,
don't follow the crowd,
don't talk under your breath,
don't be so loud,
don't be alone,
don't be with him,
don't be with her,
don't obey what they say,
don't break the rules,
don't be a sheep,
don't stray from the herd,
don't put yourself in danger,
don't be a square,
don't be out of shape,
don't smoke,
don't drink,
don't do drugs,
don't just sit there,
don't be too cautious,
don't be a wallflower,
don't dace like that,
don't start reading a list with no agenda.
Categories:
dace, life, nature, on writing
Form:
Free verse
carried on a gentile wind
rolling on its way
and with a flutter of his hand
it brightens up the day
and as he dances about the ground
animals peak out from around
to watch his magnificant shuffle
without even making a sound
and the flowers they bloom gracefully
as he strides above their roots
only to dace away again
and to return another year
Categories:
dace,
Form:
Dancing in the masquerade,
can't see what’s behind this mask
hiding these eyes of mine
that try not to cry but do their task,
of saying what the voice cannot
as I try to keep in time
to the dance we're caught in.
Committing the deadliest crimes,
that are done in the game of love
dance, dance, in the masquerade
blasphemous mouths say, "In the name of
love." Play the bloody serenade.
The song of the masterful siren
calls out, waiting to be returned
and I'm a goner, now I'm caught up
in something I never learned.
Keep my feet moving;
no, you can never stop this dace
once you start in the masquerade,
you won't get a second chance.
Feel the eyes as they watch
the primal beat pushes on,
they dissect you deep down
their eyes won't ever be gone.
Eyes of a stranger, of a siren,
the mask of deep, deep, red
ensnared forever, can't let this moment go
murdered in love, it leaves you for dead;
gaze on with your dead lovers eyes
falling deeper into the masquerade
this won’t ever be the same so,
all previous notions of love, dissuade.
So dance, dance, in the masquerade;
in the game of love tonight
whisper silently to above
to make it out alright.
Categories:
dace, angst, imagination, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
With the sun on my back and my stick float aglow
I watched as it trotted along in the flow
There’d been little rain so the current was slow
I was ready to strike because sometimes you know
You can’t know what tells you to hover your hand
Just over your reel but you still understand
That instinct is what kept the caveman alive
And instinct now tells you your float’s gonna dive
I could handle a nice tasty trout for my tea
For I doubted a salmon was what it would be
It could be a grayling, a dace or a chub
In which case I’d grab me a bite in the pub
My float disappeared as I’d known that it would
I lifted my rod and I set the hook good
The bend in my rod gave me reason to smile
The heaviest fish I had played in a while
The fish used the current to help save its skin
I showed it who’s boss and it slowly came in
Then, guessing I wouldn’t make news on the telly
I slipped my net under an old rubber welly
Categories:
dace, fishing,
Form:
Rhyme