Best Davey Poems
Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place
I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance
Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall
Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground
Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands
Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing
2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
03~19~16
Categories:
davey, seasons, weather, wind, daffodils,
Form:
Couplet
It took place shortly after and the stage was set
before words before ink before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated
In the Beginning God created... the verse everyone knows
tantalizing phrasing that leaves you on your tip-toes
before grass before plants before earthly foes
And the earth was without form... (and talk about void!)
It was there when it was all lightning and storm:
chaos untamed in watery upheaval,
though the celestial walls were impermeable
Enough disarray to make a grown man weep
And darkness was over the surface of the deep...
It was there before it was given the title: Sea
Before light was birthed with a "Let there be"
Blanketing the earth with cerulean comfort
in preparation for ethereal tickles,
despair happy to take her wings
And the Spirit of God was hovering...
Like a golden eagle dipping down
into azure pools
knowing mountains will soon rise from your depths
... but LOVE is the requisite
... and HOPE is the heart of it
Just like the weather that's about to hit the scene,
before Pangaea performs in emerald green
... and there was morning the Second Day
Can you not hear your doubts just wash away?
---remember what happened on the Third?
I'm sure you do---
As you see Him reaching down with liquid love for you,
longing to invigorate your being
He wants to split you in half
as the Rod of Moshe
made watery walls of crystallization
He longs to enter into your towering trust
(and not just on occasion)
For sometimes the Water of Life is dramatic
Sometimes it's not
And sometimes your fears could use a little irrigation
(right now your eyes could use
a bit of prayerful precipitation)
Remember the ruby water that dripped down
the Face of the Son
that fateful day
Drink it in Become full
Indulge in humble hydration
Your heart will tell you what you should
And behold it was very good...
NOTE: Moshe is the Hebrew rendering of the name Moses.
Written April 2nd, 2016
For the Element Water Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Six Words Used: Impermeable, Requisite, Invigorate, Crystallization, Precipitation, Hydration
Categories:
davey, allegory, allusion, bible, deep,
Form:
Free verse
The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear
Sweet words, with her loving touch
Times long ago, where tenderness would flow
Her perfume flys away with the wind
Happy days my only true possessions
ahhh but love is not as it once was
Age makes the windmill turn slower
My lover caressing my pain
Raindrops falling, aroused in the wet rain
She my life, now I live with thoughts inane
Shivering,
She releases me from both pleasure and pain
Dreams of her splatter all over on top
My cover only a cardboard box
Wet from the weather
in the alley where I sleep
At dawn, there is a sharp pain in my rib
"out your bum, get the hell away"
Kicked and bruised I grab what I can
All I can think of is to run run run
Limping, onwards to the park
I feel a firm hand take hold of me
Stop young man, its raining cant you see?
Shocked I try to escape, fear invades me
In a softer tone the man says
Come with me son, out of the rain
The shelter is over there, close to your park
A warm meal, and and fresh bath will do you good
Father O'Brien pats the new one Davey on the back
Welcome son, here's a book if you care to read
Davey still in skeptical mode, being treated as human
Father O'Brien see this in his heavy eyes
He looks at Davey and whispers
I was once you, you see
The hand of love
Can mend a thousand hearts
When like the seeds of blooming flowers
We spread the love we were handed
Categories:
davey, art, humanity, inspiration, love,
Form:
Free verse
Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates- gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends, and bobs the branches of each bush and tree,
and chases, circles, curls dry fallen leaves so agilely.
We hear her bellow, bawl, and bluster when she's feeling fierce;
soft sounds of swishing, stirring- sighing when serene and tame.
With solid, staunch, and strapping strength, she soon can shift a house
within a raucous, raging, raving, reckless, hurricane.
She cools, controls, composes in the sultry summer heat,
forms wild and wheeling waves with whitecaps on the widespread sea;
a force that's fearless, frantic, sometimes, feeble- frail, she flies,
impermanent, intangible, she soars invisibly.
This ghastly glimmer of great ghostly gumption rushes by,
a force that is not sculpture, shadow, silhouette, or shape.
We feel and hear her apt and awesome atmospheric breath-
until she plans her fast, flirtatious, feathery escape.
March 18, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Qualifier's Final Placement
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 04/20/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 22
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/08/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: Elements Part 2: Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 3/29/2016
*Alliteration, Rhyme, written in Iambic Heptameter,
14 Syllables, 7 feet per line
Categories:
davey, appreciation, tribute, weather, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
Forbidden, deep inside her heart it grew.
It needed only one spark to ignite.
Repressing it was what she had to do.
Extraordinary was the ember’s might!
Incessantly, she had been tempted till
No longer could she fight, so she gave in!
That man she’d been resisting broke her will.
Hotter, the ember burned beneath her skin.
Exploding with passion, she then was lost.
How quickly by lust’s flames was she consumed!
Exquisite was the burning, but at what cost?
A deep regret soon rained down; she was doomed.
Rejected by the scoundrel and bereft,
The woman, alone and with child, was left.
Written April 28, 2016 for the ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest of Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, pain, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
Fire destroyed my childhood home one dark night,
Inside were all my precious girly things;
Raging, devouring gold flames billowed bright,
Everything gone- I wish dolly had wings.
It was a roaring hellish inferno,
The hot searing flames were unquenchable;
Our home was an erupting volcano,
The red sea of fire was insatiable
My father said there was nothing to save,
We wistfully looked at the charred embers;
I was crying and mother said- be brave,
Sadly, my memory still remembers.
Trees and remnants still glowed orange with heat,
And we just stood there- silent on the street.
__________________________
April 19, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/Fire
Copyright Protected, ID 16-780-598-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 4: Fire
sponsor, Brian Davey
First Place
Categories:
davey, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
Earth
(an acrostic Tanka)
Emeralds, rubies,
And sapphires once buried in
Rocky crevices
Thanklessly ripped from Mother -
Her trampled heart beats bleakly.
Written March 11, 2016 for the Contest of Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, earth,
Form:
Tanka
Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love for nature and earth was my start.
And into the deep, earthy green we would journey,
I still hike forests and feel the connection;
Meandering I caress the green, mossy and ferny,
I often drop to my knees for a better inspection.
Fallen leaves and flora of the forest decay,
Feeding the soil and make it strong and fertile;
Wildflowers grow reaching and I gather a bouquet,
And hidden in the undergrowth is a turtle.
All in life depends on the earth and its health,
We must all protect what we have for the future;
It is more important than possessions or wealth,
Into the green I go for tranquility to capture.
_________________________
March 8, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Ebb of Life - Earth Element
Copyright Protected, ID 16-765-177-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 1: Earth
sponsor, Brian Davey
Fourth Place
Categories:
davey, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
The Texans weren't supposed to be
Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
Said he had a vision.
Bowie wanted to save the fort.
So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
Carnage there was massive.
Two hundred men would die that day.
One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
Too few men to stop it.
Santa Anna won the battle,
Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
Showing them no pity.
Santa Anna was defeated
Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
Remember Alamo!
1/15/2013
RAY
Categories:
davey, courage, death, war, men,
Form:
Quatrain
Pele, Goddess of Fire
First fire surges from the inner Earth.
Island waters greet the fire goddess
Risen from Earth's fiery core, her birth,
Endows with lava, land from her first kiss.
Exploding from a volcanic shower
Earth spews fire as Pele emerges...
Her hair glows golden in the twilight hour,
Streaming slowly as her passion surges.
Gracefully she moves and quietly creeps
On her burning path toward silver sea.
Wanting all things that she covers, she keeps.
Pele's steamy kisses saved for the sea.
Sorrow's shadowed Pele for timeless years.
Sadness is seen in her ebony tears.
April 30, 2016
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Davey
*Pele's hair is a form of lava. It is named after Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes. It can be defined as volcanic glass fibers or thin strands of volcanic glass (Shimozuru, 1994). The strands are formed through the stretching of molten basaltic glass from lava, usually from lava fountains, lava cascades, and vigorous lava flows.
*Pele's tears
Pele’s tears is a geological term for small pieces of solidified lava drops formed when airborne particles of molten material fuse into tearlike drops of volcanic glass. Pele’s tears are jet black in color and are often found on one end of a strand of Pele's hair. Pele's tears is primarily a scientific term used by volcanologists.
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http://www.coffeetimes.com/pele.htm (Story of Goddess Pele)
Categories:
davey, culture, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
I am water, precious water, the most important source
of life on earth. Master of all shape shifters, I am ever
moving and changing my appearance. When temperatures
dip low enough, I show my freezing solid state of ice
in crystallization and softly enchant you with my beauty
in the form of snowflakes; each tiny flake uniquely different.
Skaters skate on my glassy ice lake and skiers fly down
from mountain top runs. My snowy sleigh rides romance.
I am a requisite for every thirsty plant or tree as they display
their dance with me in transpiration and in evaporation.
My magical cloak covers almost three quarters of the earth.
As the seasons change I cordially oblige offering sleet or hail,
then without a backward glance, I waltz with spring in showers.
With my precipitation lovely blooming trees accept hydration.
Children with impermeable galoshes splash delightfully in
shallow puddles I have created. Lilac blossoms drift into placid
lakes where tourists flock, come summer, to swim and play.
I meander through tall pines in mysterious misty fog in fall, then
invigorate the earth each morning with diamond dew drops.
I invite all to travel on my salty seas as my foamy waves splash
upon the shore. I leave you awestruck with towering waterfalls
and swift flowing rivers for white water rafting or fishing in
quiet solitude. My waters provide food and drink for a hungry
thirsty world. Look to my lofty clouds to know there is a heaven!
4-9-16
Contest Elements Part 3: Water
Sponsor Brian Davey
1) HYDRATION
(2) REQUISITE
(3) PRECIPITATION
(4) IMPERMEABLE
(5) INVIGORATE
(6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Categories:
davey, life, water,
Form:
Personification
The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway,
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.
Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard,
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.
Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.
For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
Sponsored by Brian Davey
Judged 3/29/16
Categories:
davey, beach, mountains, nature, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
We come into this world, kicking and screaming, like boisterous butterfly birth.
We have nothing to our names, but flesh and bone that bear witness, of Element Earth.
Copper granules mixed with sunshine and water (amalgamations like boy meets daughter)
an investment that pays off with emerald leaves -
the earth is pure potential that the angel's weave into little yous and little mes
(let's not take grace for granted and make the great father grieve)
... rather let's step up to the plate with dirt beneath our nails and heaven in our eyes.
Everything I've learned, from dreary dreams, tell me it's not a time for sleep, but a time to rise.
For we are made of Element Earth, formed as stewards for the planet
from just a whisper and lumps of granite.
Who can measure our worth? (except the ethereal esophagus)
Are we blessed or are we cursed --- dreaming of sarcophagus.
We are doomed to fade!
We are destined to bloom!
(in this big universe I believes there's room
for me and you and everyone)
But pure potential - though essential - is hard to tame.
What kind of earth are you?
The acorn seed, buried deep, with lovely dreams of growing,
or the famous statue, The Thinker, whom contemplates knowing.
Written March 6th, 2016
For the Elements: Part 1, Earth Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Placed 1st
Categories:
davey, analogy, deep, earth, humanity,
Form:
Verse
Three times higher on Mars you can jump,
which is great, but you'll sure be a grump
if you visit the spot
so incredibly hot
that the sun, when it's close, roasts your rump!
For the Life On Mars Poetry Contest of Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, places,
Form:
Limerick
The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
Former President, Ronald Dump, who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%, Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.
May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge
6/1/18
100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey
Categories:
davey, earth, humorous, moon, political,
Form:
Narrative