Best Endear Poems
Some people frankly write about their quirks.
If I had any, I would tell you so.
Though no outlandish trait within me lurks,
some folks think I’m a nut. What do they know?
Why do they criticize when I engage
in conversations with myself. What’s wrong
with them? Also, they frequently enrage
me, looking shocked when I burst into song
while jogging through the neighborhood at night
clad in my red muu-muu and army boots.
I overhear them saying, “What a sight!”
I live around mean-spirited old coots!
My grandkids, too, think my behavior strange.
because I check the stove repeatedly
(I must be SURE it’s off!) and rearrange
my papers fifteen times. They’re irked at me
when I repeat myself five times a day.
I do this for THEIR benefit! They just
do not appreciate wise things I say.
One learns by repetition; it’s a MUST.
I surely hope I’ve made this crystal clear:
I have no oddball quirks; I’m truly blessed
with wholesome traits that, I feel, should endear
me to all those who criticize and jest!
FICTIONAL (well--some of it))
Date written and posted: February 6, 2018
Contest Title: Quirks Placed 5th (of ten)
Sponsor: Madison Demetros
April 10, 2019, entered in Richard Lamoureau's Poem of the Day Contest
When I received this honor--POTD February 8, 2018--I was over the MOON!
And now, it's here- that day, austere,
when from your lives, I leave with drear,
these words I share with love- sincere,
for you, my lifetime, to revere.
Dear husband, try to persevere-
our hearts stay joined by Cupid's spear.
Hold close our memories, with cheer;
embrace, with love, each yesteryear.
My children, these last words appear
with strength; my love for you, right here
and from Beyond, remains, premiere;
I, part of you- shan't disappear.
Grandchildren five, how I endear
your special love- from far or near.
Through me, you came, another tier;
remember me- your pioneer.
Safeguard my paintings, for it's clear
they are my talent's souvenir.
What you can't keep, then volunteer
to nursing homes for atmosphere.
My poetry, please read, adhere
how love for words did engineer
some beauty, wisdom that may steer
your thoughts to form a peaceful sphere.
And, now I go- please have no fear;
from up above Earth's stratosphere,
where angels glide with wings so sheer-
I'll love you from Beyond's Frontier.
What timid lamb discerns I am trustworthy, drawing near?
What deer could hear my message clear, "There's no need for alarm"?
What rabbit out of habit doesn't dash in mortal fear?
What sigh could signify to butterfly, "My heart is warm"?
What squirrel won't twirl and run when my one goal is to endear?
What word, if heard by hummingbird conveys, "I mean no harm?"
How do you spell the word to tell the woman you've dreamed of;
that word of balm to soothe and calm the fears she dares not show?
How would you try to say you'd die for her, whom you most love?
How to persuade your doubt-filled maid, when still these ill winds blow
into her mind? Grieving, you find your unrequited dove
still sees in you an archer, who could wield a deadly bow.
Home is not merely made of four walls
Home is not merely made of roof and room
Home is where the love and affection calls
And the home is where the heart can bloom.
What it needs is something to endear it
Where formally there's no one to welcome us
But where is only kind lips to cheer it
And where there is someone to love us.
Home can never be quiet, polished and neat
But where tiny smudges of fingers small on walls
Tell the stories of far more sweet
And strewn toys, tell of kids’ play and calls.
We may roam and roam places on the earth
But home, sweet home is the place of mirth.
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January 29, 2015
Oh! Virginia
Come travel back with me to Old Virginia
The namesake of Elizabeth: the Queen
No other state possesses such charisma...
Oh! Mother, of this nation... evergreen.
The Old Dominion, (fifth realm of the Crown),
Birthed many 'Declaration' signers here
As well as Presidents...heroes abound,
From battles fought for Freedom we endear.
The Commonwealth is full of history:
From Jamestown...Williamsburg...and even Poe;
Virginians' Honour and Integrity...
Are still the code for living--not just show.
The Blue Ridge, Country Ham, and Brunswick Stew...
Virginia! Oh! Virginia! I love you...
deborah burch©1.3.2017
Form: Sonnet
by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:46 am
Johnny Cash, a Southern Gentleman
I knew Johnny Cash but never got to shake his hand
A hero, myth and a legend to so many that adored him
To me he was just a country boy , fine Southern gentleman
Entertaining , caring and unselfishly giving his best to them
He wrote and performed music of the simple freedom and country ways
Lyrics so heartfelt that tears naturally fell gloriously from the skies
Of love , life , danger, death and redemption that brings greater days
Seeking the answers to the questions of the how, where, when and whys
Gifting us all with his spirit and his love of helping those in need
Joyfully playing his music while dividing up his soul to share
Offering up his amazing life complete with it's heart to bleed
His love of life and concern for others never yielding there
His music taking second place only to his beautiful soul
Those crazy, wild and daringly foolish younger escapades
Only served to endear him to us while making his legend grow
May his memory live longer than the stars that heaven made.....
-Tyr , AKA Robert L.
What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?
You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.
Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time,
Are just my endearing enduring expressions.
My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.
What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.
Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The Association.
Probably written in 2012 or 2013.
How beautiful the music that he made;
his lilting song was carried by the breeze
and waves of water, and the lyre he played
sent all the birds to singing in the trees.
All creatures of the forest he entranced.
The magic of his song made them alert,
and even rocks nearby the rivers danced,
and thus, a river’s course he could divert!
Upon his death, how mournful was the song
which even then had power to amaze
all those who heard its tune floating along
the river to the shore. His music stays
inside the hearts of those whose words endear
us to the magic which they still can hear.
Oct. 10, 2017
For John Hamilton's 'Your best sonnet October1-December31,2017' Contest
(sorry, my best romance was already a winner in another of your contests!!)
My life has been adventurous and very far from mundane,
Though at times I've held the short end of the stick, to my disdain.
If there was any dirty work or heavy lifting to be done,
Guess who had to do it? Yep - I was usually the one!
Even as a kid I usually received the short end of the stick.
Guess who in choosing sides was usually the last one to pick!
When teachers asked for raised hands for our knowledge to grill,
Guess who was never called upon to display his cognitive skill!
In the service I had more than my share of onerous KP.
Guess who scrubbed pots and pans? Yep - it was usually me!
I made myself scarce when bodies for guard duty were needed;
Guess whose plea of inconvenience with the Sarge went unheeded!
I never volunteered for anything in the service - that was taboo,
But Sarge always said, "I want you and you and guess who!"
At times when drilling, the Sarge I didn't always endear.
Guess who he chewed on to get in step, gnawing on my ear!
I'm a little wiser as I near the end of life's treacherous trail.
Some still try to hand me short shrift but more often than not they fail!
When I was much younger, such things I really did deplore,
But now I've mellowed somewhat and it doesn't bother me anymore!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
First Whisper
As we embraced on our first date
you whispered softly in my ear
those gentle words that did endear,
and led me to exhilarate.
Into my ear your words rang true,
“I think that I could fall for you.”
Second Whisper
So long ago on wedding night
as we lay on our spousal bed
our marriage consummation led
to whispers in the soft moonlight.
Into my ear you did confide,
“I’m overjoyed to be your bride.”
Third Whisper
‘Twas on the morn our girl was born,
I saw the way you looked at her,
and in your heart your feelings stir;
our lives as one she did adorn.
And in her ear I heard you say,
“My baby girl you’ve made my day.”
Latest Whisper
And all those many years ago,
and on our journey through the years;
through all the laughs and all the tears,
and still today our hearts aglow.
Last night you whispered in my ear,
“I love you so; please hold me, dear.”
Epilog
I know I am a lucky man, been blessed throughout my life;
especially since our time began, so thankful for my wife.
August 9, 2018
I lay here lost inside my mind
Trapped within my shell
Hearing all the world around
Can't talk or even yell
My wife tells me she loves me
She strokes me with her hand
I feel her tears roll down my cheek
She tries to understand
My mother and my father both
Stand beside my bed
Sorrow fills their mind and heart
And makes them bow their head
Immobilized, I'm set adrift
Upon a sea of dreams
Connected by a slew of wires
Attached to some machines
If only I could blink an eye
To show that I'm alive
Or squeeze a hand that's holding mine
In hopes that I'll survive
I'm reaching out. I'm trying to shout
But muscles won't obey
I lay here like the bed I'm in
As moments drift away
Somewhere in the darkness
I can hear the spoken words
"Come my son. It's time to go
We'll soar just like the birds"
But how can I just fly away
And leave my life behind
There's so much more I need to do
So much I need to find
My soul is in a quandry
With turmoil in my brain
Inferno rages through me
Like a plague I can't explain
Suddenly I hear the words
Like powder in the mist
"I think that we should let him go
You know we've done our best"
A plug is pulled. A flash of light
Then everything is clear
I'm standing in the room among
The people I endear
They all gather round me now
In silence and in prayer
I look upon their sorrow
And I see how much they care
I wish that I could hug them
With a loving warm embrace
And use my thumb to wipe the tears
From each and every face
But that will never, ever be
Until their time has come
And we can stand together
In the glory of the sun
Rockman :-)
Long ago in Littleton, when just a little lad
My parents bought a coat for me of rusty-orange plaid.
Not made for higher fashion, nor one of tailored fit
Yet of all my favorite coats, I’d say this one was “it.”
While I wore it for a time through all that nature threw,
It had another purpose: it was The Coat for you know who!
More than my protection, my “call to arms” to say the least,
I would head out to the back, to confront the wagging beast.
With the single word of: "Up!” a playful ritual began
She lunged upon my sleeve and our raucous bouts began.
I would pull her left, then to the right with all my might
Though often growling loudly, her tail revealed delight.
So many memories of her, I just can’t recite them all,
But here are just a few, I think you’ll see she was a ball!
She could pull her winter sled, with red-cheeked kids aboard
Or endear you with a look, that all of us adored.
I would sleep out in her doghouse, and her bring bones from Mr. Burke.
We would chase her ‘round the basement, when winter storms would lurk.
She would nose a sea-green skillet in the window well for us,
To let us know she’s hungry, and to come and fill it up!
I’m glad I had the privilege, to tussle with Argen.
She gave a million smiles then, as now I smile again.
I’m glad God gave this Newfoundland, to be our pet of choice
She spoke in countless ways and would always heed our voice.
There is something to the notion, that a dog is man’s best friend.
I must concur and plainly state, for me… it was Argen.
While each of us hold memories of what we loved the most,
I go back to days of great forays, in a rusty orange coat.
I love you, I love you, I love you
What beautiful words to hear
A warm fuzzy feeling envelopes our soul
Words that always endear
True love is the reason we all exist
Travelling down life's bumpy road
Without love to guide us, we'd all be lost
Struggling with life's heavy load
Many times in life, love invades our soul
Each time it feels so intense
It's the warmest emotion we've ever felt
As deep as the ocean immense
Nothing has really ever felt any sweeter
In each dream I see her face
Just holding her sweet body close to mine
In a warm and loving embrace
I've loved this lady for many long years
It's as strong as it was at the start
Memories rush back to the very beginning
Back when she captured my heart
Breathless, he whispers warmth through me
Coloring my mind in hues of fancy, brilliant
Like a smile, his hand on mine, so resilient
Almost as strong as the moon above the sea
Laughter, hungry for his soothing embrace
Romance spilling light all over my thoughts
His kindness has my heart all tied up in knots
Like a song playing endless, full of sweet grace
Yearning, my soul lingers in his alluring sun
Hoping for more of his gentle compassion
Knowing that this love is so full of passion
Even though, in all truth, it has only just begun
My dreams are being created as time is spent
Knowing each other more with each meeting
Enjoying the happiness that he is completing
It’s almost assured that for each other we’re meant
Love and light, joy and imagination, hope and trust
All silence any doubt that this is where I should be
Anyone who sees us with each other is sure to agree
We’re better together and this is more than wanderlust
If you’re in awe of all the glitter you see in our eyes
Listen to the poetry written by the stars in the sky
They tell a beautiful story, all sparkling so they amplify
The wonder that is life since love like this does hypnotize
Listen to your heart, my friend, and always abide
By the truth of its voice when it tells you to hear
Love so alive and dancing with thrills which endear
It is brilliant and wise and in it, affection is magnified
Feelings soar to the clouds, through rain and drought
Enclosing the spirit in splendor so dazzling and clear
There is nothing in life so mysteriously sweet or severe
As this shimmering energy only love can bring about
In his eyes, I see the part of me I can respect
The hope, faith and love that makes me grow
Into the woman whose love brings a happy glow
Filling life with miracles that are so very perfect
Working in a bookstore my eyes gaze out on a million words that captivate and endear…but nothing quite compares with one word I often hear.
Yes I hear the word Mom many times from the counter on which I’m leaning…and every time I hear it…it seem to have a different meaning…
I hear the word Mom over and over each and every day and I find myself marveling how it can be said in so many different ways.
“Mommy, they have a Christmas tree! There’s an elf on the shelf, Mommy…look!”
“Mommy can you buy me this pack of crayons…Mommy I just have to have this book!”
“No you can’t buy that book it has too many words you will not understand. Come on… we’re going to the Children’s section…hold on to mommy’s hand.”
A phone rings: “Hi Mom. Yes I’m in the bookstore. I’ll come see you when I’m through. Yes Mom, okay Mom, Yes Mom, Yes Mom, yes Mom…Yes Mom…I love you too.”
“Mom you look a little tired”. Her daughter pats her on the back and smiles.
“I’m going to find us both a book. Why don’t you sit here for a while.”
“MOM HE ASKED YOU IF YOU WANT A RECEIPT! The daughter yells but it’s a yell I find endearing as she looks at me she smiles and says. “My mom’s a little hard of hearing.”
A mom comes in with her little daughter in tow…her daughter’s crying, “She’s lost her favorite Teddy Bear.
“She’s not sure when she lost it.” Her Mom said, “we’ve been looking everywhere.”
“She remembers looking at a book in your bookstore, she thinks her Teddy might be behind it”
“Thank you Mommy.” The little girl says as we search the store…and find it!”
A woman picks a book off the shelf and as she does she wipes away a tear
“Mom would have loved this book she whispers to herself…I sure wish she was here.”
What a wonderful little word is MOM…
for no matter how we convey it...
It’s meaning changes completely
simply…
by the way we happen to say it.