Best Dippers Poems
Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence
On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky
The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories abound of cloud fantasies
a thousand ships of condensation dreams
Assorted sizes, shifting shapes
capriciously changing contours and colors
white, dun, pewter gray, dusky purple
magically mirroring my many moods
Fleecy, flitting, tiny, quiet, wispy cirrus all alone
like first day of school in a new town
Thunderheads colliding with cold fronts
hurling lightning in angry retribution
resolute battleships storming towards war
Stratus clouds, flat and unruffled
soothing, like grandma holding a cookie sheet
embracing landscapes like a comforting blanket
hugging hilltops in a friendly fog
Misting up at a feel good story
spilling tears on the gloomiest of days
A nimbostratus orchestra performing
a symphony of snow for mountain dwellers
a reverie of rain for desert denizens
Bouffant hairdo like a 60's prom queen
strutting across the sky adjusting her tiara
cotton ball cumulus, billowy like a verbose uncle
enhancing sunsets with colorful stories
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The soul of the sky is Sol-
our daylight and warmth, essence and marrow
The stars are sky's artists painting our stories-
archers, dippers, swans, seven sisters,
scorpions, lions, hunters, heroes
The heart of the sky is Luna-
a nightlight for sleepy children
a lamppost where lovers meet
a lantern for the darkest of trails
but clouds are the personality of the sky
written 24 May, 2022
//Inspired by the wonderful art of PS member Susan Lawrence, after viewing her landscape paintings at susanlawrence.net. Each landscape is framed by a different personality of cloud; I encourage all to pay a visit to her website to enjoy her portraits and abstracts as well as landscapes ~ John//
THE BLUE MOON
Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
Of reality!
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Abyss beyond!
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
I’ve found
The true peace of tranquility at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer
As the dusk of darkness settles in the
sky above
The setting of the sun masters
colors we all love
Stars begin to twinkle, covering the
heavens at night
As the moon appears in its beautiful
array so bright
Magically in different forms until it
comes to be full
The starry dippers chasing one another
as in a duel
Disappearing as the clouds come into
sight with haste
The rain falls supplying the earth with a thirst full taste
As the dawning aligns itself with the rising of the sun
Creation blossoms as a result of what the
rain has done
Blue skies allowing its rays to bear its warmth upon us
White clouds puff across the sky, as large
as an Octopus
Figures are created with each cloud
whether big or small
The wind moves the tops of trees,
whether short or tall
Watching the sun half circle, shading each part of our land
Birds singing in harmony like heaven’s marching band
The magic of beauty is seen in the
heavens day and night
Planes flying from east to west until
they are out of sight
Hot air balloons of all colors rise above
following the cloud
People watching noisily with clapping hands so loud
Paratroopers falling from heaven framed
in pictured glory
Flowing with grace as this majestic
view tells their story
Children releasing balloons while watching their flight above
Their face reminds us why this magic
in the sky is so loved
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
See how they're shining bright,
Twinkling, and blinking across the black crape.
You'll need to read Greek and Roman mythology
They're full of legends who had escapades which
Were cloak and dagger kind of scrapes
That put Lupus the Wolf, Orion The Hunter, Draco
The dragon, the big and little dippers in to the
Skies. I hope this is feeding your appetite.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Grandma, it's cold can I snuggle with you in your
Cape?
Of course you can Joshua. There's so much to
See. I have seen a green Comet and meteorites
That were burning through our atmosphere. Think
Of the story you could write.
If you use your imagination you could have
Quite an adventure among the stars to escape.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves
streamlined gannets
sacred isle in view
saffron tints
ocean flower breezes
with scents of heather mingled
island essence
rites of spring
frolicking hares
scattering morning dew
eagles flying high
above the pagodas
sharing with angels
spectral in shadows
castle walls in moonlight
white stag foraging
eloquent landscape
shrouded in mists of time
stones with stories
ears pricked on full alert
deer transfixed in morning mist
ice cracks the silence
snow on distant hills
wind in ancient rowans
new stars twinkling
melting ice
slips down stippled bark
weeping cherry
beyond the twisted gate
flag irises bedeck the shore
beloved playground
fragile and fleeting
foxgloves in summertime
granite enfolded
exotic rhododendrons
sumptuous and alluring
bumblebees besotted
by the waterfall
dippers watching
trickle or torrent?
rhythmic shoreline
ageless slumbering hills
touching paradise
music for the soul
the lilting of the seasons
an Arran symphony
home again, my soul refreshed,
pilgrimage complete.
with Arran heath beneath my feet,
content- and feeling blessed.
September moon,
celestial skinny-dippers,
sangria soirée, so soused,
starlight swimming,
summertide celebratory,
singing soon sepia snapshots,
streaming in soulful sisterhood
psyches of sorrowful separating friends,
sadly, still scattered,
sweetly soliloquizing of
September of ‘76. ~
Like coins tossed, that lose their worth, and sink,
lying with a myriad of other fallen stars, death
seems hopeless, yet doesn’t each one retain
hopes and wishes? The mourners believe.
—quote by Poet
You’re Mist as Lights Go Out
From up above, my death seems far away.
If I’d openly lie upon the plot -
Why six feet more? Six feet below the soil.
It’s just as dark in outer space; closed eyes.
Why’re flowers pressed to unseen breast of mine?
I can’t smell them and scents depress mourners.
The death of lights, downward, but upward too!
If I’d just blink, would stars be gone from sight?
Dippers, the big and little scoops, still there.
They never seem to fall away. Thank God!
How else might I find myself out from grave?
It’s dark and grave; however so, I’ll live.
Scripture rolls up the sky, but not my flesh.
The coins that shine underneath lids are rich;
how so? These copper rounds’ not worth a dime.
O Sun, O Moon - you’re mist as lights go out.
Kissing the glow that shines so bright, alive,
I’m missing you from bed of wood and silk.
Why six feet more? Six feet below the soil?
Why not openly lie upon the plot.
From up above, my death seems far away.
Midgets always do
Looking strangely at the stars
Counting bigger ones
Small and big dippers
Emit freedom a distance
Expressing oneness
At times in old days
Longing to look at more stars
Achieve apogee.
As surely as the winter melts away into the spring;
So surely as the robins come with mallards on the wing;
As surely as the summer comes and fades away to fall,
You’ll be the only one I love; the girl who’s best of all.
Every day I’ll love you just the same;
Each night I’ll be whispering your name.
Wishing you were here again;
Wishing you could love me like back then,
When life was sweeter than the sweetest rose that grew --
And though you’re gone, I’m still in love with you.
Can’t help but wonder if you ever think of me,
And when you promised love as long as life could be.
A promise is a promise, and I’m keeping it for good.
If you could only come again I surely wish you would.
As surely as the sunrise blooms above the mountain peaks;
So surely as the minutes turn to hours, days, and weeks;
As surely as the new moon slowly grows into a full,
The things I think and feel are far beyond my own control.
As surely as the starlight shines, and dippers dip the sky;
So surely as Aquila soars, so long as Cygnus flies;
As surely as the clouds drop rain, and light makes rainbows shine,
This long will you be in my heart, and every dream of mine.
(Written July 16, 2015 by Isaiah Zerbst)
Honey Dippers
bees caress
petals blend
sweet nectar
honey comb
pressing fun
yummy treat
tea for two
honeyed sweet
tasty lips
delightful
succulent
the bees knees
By: Debra Squyres 2/14/13
For: Member Contest "Ellip"
I remember the sail boat gliding
down the stream,over slippery
boulders and frothy cream.
The Kingfisher darting by, the
tangerine flash catching eye,
minnows hide, scattering fry
And ratty on the grass bank,
gnawing on a crayfish shank,
once he'd eaten the water drank
As Dippers bathed and the
Wagtail's played, in the safety
of the willows shade.
Jam butties covered in soil,
yesterdays bread curling up,
A bottle Tizer there to sup
Scratched knees and nettle rash,
Oiled legs from the bicycle chain,
The long walk home in pouring rain
Then mothers arms at the open door
A whack round the ear, asking what
for, your late, dinners on the plate.
A cheeky smile across this face
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so many frigid clouds
so many dangling drooping dippers
on this icy, icy night of paper, powder and pearl…
she gushes out from the night blanket,
cats and tigers in flight, trees mashing ivory
feathers with silver stones.
her lukewarm eyes sink with velvet birds
sketching her photographs tissue crepe,
ocean crème and maiden white,
nesting on hemisphere’s balding coves
the sky-lamps trip on her thermal feet
naked… i mean, like breasts of newborn doves
on the nest’s chilled waiting room...
and just past midnight
at the basement of stillness, nothingness,
her translucent air swerves in transit
between visions of secluded saints and sinners
weeping then laughing at the bite of polar time.
this moon lady of frost
embraces lantern clouds waning,
heralding her sacred infant-like incantation
seemingly detached from earth mother’s limbs
on this icy, icy night of paper, powder and pearl…
she is cold changing to warm,
breathless along an arctic season longing
for her new moonchild to bear the fruits
of plump colors soon to be.
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(( here's to: Chris D. Aechtner's " Free Verse for Winter"))
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brighter things in life
bioluminescence
woodlands singing
moonbeams dancing
clouds conducting rhythm
hedgehogs snuffling worms
the early bird sings
seagulls tap dancing
worms for breakfast
did you see
penguins flying over Wales
April fool
children having fun
hunting Easter eggs... their joy
bunnies job well done
rivers flooding
April showers... no... torrents
summer biding time
winter grey... its spring
fauna... flora.. begging
time waits for no man
moving on...
the North Atlantic
icebergs do
desert penguins
remember this very day
April fool
rapids frothing
dippers diving seeking food
lambs bleat for ewes
crazy moments
mom... mom... there's a ufo
one day of summer
looking
over shoulder
spring... just checking
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Sweetness and kindness;
Sent from above.
Stories and laughter;
That's a grandma's love.
Eggs and "dippers",
puzzles and baking,
walks to the park;
All memories in the making.
It's the simple things really
that mean the most;
tea and crumpets,
bingo with you,
sharing a moment;
A special snuggle or two.
Play-dough and checkers,
blocks and TV.
Our special talks;
Just my grandma and me.
Our trips to church;
and the store too,
Any time is priceless,
when spent with you!
It's your understanding ,
and unconditional love.
That's how I know,
you're sent from above.
Enjoying rare moments,
with our hearts connecting;
A smile;
A glance;
A touch;
It's unending.
A simple Love;
So pure,
So true.
I thank God for giving me
A grandma like you!
I used to blame myself
For your absence in my life
I thought maybe you didn’t love me
Maybe I was right
Your in my life always leaving
without a care
But i should expect that from a deadbeat
A deadbeat who never cared about anyone
Except maybe himself
As your child
It should be my instinct to love and forgive you
But I don’t
It was you self pity
That made you leave me
I’m 13
You’re 38
That’s not my fault
You’re a grown man
Isn’t that an irony
I’ve had to take care of you
When you should be taking care of me
When have to be in adult dippers
I will leave just like you did
Because even thought 2 wrongs
Don’t make a right
Logic has left my mind
I scream
I’ve locked my self in the closet
Am I bi
Or trans
Or straight
Or boy
Or girl
Or all
Or none
Nobody gets it not even my mom
The second you ban me
From doing what feels right
Is the second you’ve crossed that line
You can’t half support
You love me for all
Or hate me for none
Nobody speaks my foreign tongue
It’s foreign to me too
But I can make out bits and pieces
They can’t
This is what you caused
You say I’m sorry baby I love you
I say I love you none
I will no longer hold my tongue
These words are meant to fly
They will be gone
Faster than the wind
I’m treated like
By my mom
By you
By Brad
The difference is YOU
Are my ing dad
You are supposed to be here
Not snorting crack off
Some random strippers ass
I can’t bare the thought of you
I don’t know the smell of you
The feeling of you love
But I do know it’s not warm
It’s cold
Kind of like the night
When you scared me so bad puked
The night you tried to run over mom
The night your drug dealer punched me because YOU
Made a remark then used me as a tool
Either way he would’ve beat your ass
This time though
His punches landed on me
I don’t love you
You don’t love me