Best Ender Poems
Dedicated to Lorie Jean, Though She'll Never Know
Asleep, I cannot escape my love’s depth for you.
Awake, I cannot deny my loathing towards you.
Confusion and missing settle-stay in my pain’s cliché.
Thoughts of you weigh down my moments every day.
Long is the time I have spilled grief yet failed its release,
but dreams weave my joy strung to net grief’s relief.
Asleep, I see us blend as we did easily back then.
As before, we pool play, float happily and swim.
In sunshine, we decide our age will be just ten
as laughter splashes our feel with child-like appeal.
In dreams, we cook, play cards, take road trips,
critique movies, compete to title older song hits.
Our laughter soars until you ‘ink’, and then we
laugh more, stopping only when laugh sore.
Secrets from one’s lips merit the other’s ears
to heart-hear and hold all told in love-lined folds.
My feet twitch as I dream-walk to your home
and street-met you dream-walking to my own.
In dreams I see all I reality-miss; your face,
voice, moods, humor and unique attitudes.
I live our togetherness, our special groove,
in cherished dream scenes of us as still a two.
As soon as I first wake, reality steals my happy,
smashes the contentment dreams grant me
while missing aches swirl colors of lonely.
I ponder whether while in your own slumber,
you also dream plunder from our past splendor
for assistance with your friend-grief ender.
~ I am a Conservative
Here is who I am
and what I stand for ~
C onserving what is worth preserving
O pen to changing what's not working
N ot willing to throw out the baby with the bathwater
S teadfast when those around me are scurrying
E nabling my children and relatives to succeed
R eligious in the ecumenical sense of the word
V itally interested in my community's welfare
A larmed by the rise in incivility in public discourse
T ender-hearted and giving to the stranger, the widow, the orphan
I nterested in politics, but not obsessed with it
V oracious reader of classical fiction and non-fiction
E nduring privation graciously, with faith and trust in God
The walker prevails without his brimmed hat,
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats
which seek to explore each orifice bare -
to sample the blood from here and from there,
as discerning vintner sups from each vat.
Tackling a gradient sure to task fat
the rambler struggles, with scowl for farm cat
which extended stretch and yawn smugly shares.
The walker prevails.
Somehow, surroundings seem terribly flat -
land less a life-force than foot-worn doormat.
Even the birds have no energy spare;
in the heat of this day, fox ignores hare.
Yet, like strong tail-ender last in to bat,
the walker prevails.
Let me keep day dreaming
for I do my best thinking
when I'm not blinking
Like a child's toy my thoughts are spinning
I float amongst the Stars
Big Dipper drinking
even when it feels like I'm sinking
Other worlds are my dominion
I'm not tethered to ego or opinion
I let a single star lead me to a billion
Some might think I'm nuts
Perhaps I'm Brazilian
I think about never
Until it bleeds into forever
Small things are my biggest treasure
I know and feel Gods pleasure
Traveling distances too far to measure
Although I work hard I'm a man of leisure
I can be and talk to anyone
today tomorrow or whenever
be rich poor or a pensioner
I can sing like an angel
Or boom like a Tenor
That's right
there's benefits to being a pretender
top of the heap bottom ender
I'll receive the signals
You be the sender
in fantasy lands I'm a dweller
Watch as my pupils increase in size
You see I carry my thoughts in my eyes
absorbing silly until I locate the wise
I detect the truth in people's lies
Within the shouts I hear whispers
I recognize when someone tries
Who cares if they're not one of the girls or guys
Traveling alone won't prevent them from reaching new highs
Happily ever afters don't end with goodbyes
Forget fretting the music never stops
no one truly ever dies
Watch how a bird flys
On an unseen current each spirit will rise
no logic applies
Be the me in "Me oh my"
not afraid to ask why
hear the music in a sigh
Join me in a day dream
There's room in my sky
Stretch your arms into wings
after all you too were made to fly
Soaked in sapphire tears of forlorn flowers,
emanating hues of cinnamon light.
Perhaps, the healing herbs of harvest hours;
tender tendrils and the soft rose twilight~
evoke splitting truth through veiled, somber beams.
My love, this ink still curates magic's glow~
beneath the blazing stems of dahlia dreams,
engrossed in apricot embers that flow,
rippling with runes of russet memories.
Follow me to Persephone's verdant field,
as the moon twirls within brown reveries,
laced in pomegranate promises sealed,
lost in the grape green orchard of Hades' glance,
still breathing lilacs in a lustrous trance.
T his great soul by the name of Steve Irwin
H as left this world doing what he loved most . . .
E nlightening us with the creatures of our earth. A
C onservationist on the brightest journey to
R eplenish the earth with endangered species
O h how you will be missed by all of us!
C rocodiles you valiantly fought for
O ffering them your compassion and love.
D eath came in your prime of life yet
I t is of great comfort knowing your are
L oved by millions throughout the world. Your
E nthusiasm for your work became contagious.
H unter was your title, a warrior for animal rights,
U nderstanding the urgency to end global warming. A
N aturalist unwavering. You shined brightly as a
T ender loving husband and father on an
E nvironmental quest. . . You will be lovingly
R emembered as a fine teacher and a great man!
Entry for Jared Pickett's Acrostic 2 contest
After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias touch each faith-filled belief.
Hardy Heath hones its spring dream leaf.
Impatiens show the power of flowers.
Jasmine’s scent is softly layered while
Kangaroo Paws hang from the upper air.
Lilacs quench thirsty human eyes as
Magnolias generate sincere, awed sighs.
Nippon Spirea buds use spring to tantalize.
Orchid blooms are a spring-spectacular and
Prime Primrose buds are ever popular.
Quality Quince pome fruit is a beauty.
Ready Ranunculus do their spring duty.
Springtime Sweet Peas and Spirea do their part.
Tender Tartarian Dogwoods warm our hearts.
Uplifting Ursinia blooms heed spring’s call.
Viburnum clusters daintily enthrall
While Wax flowers please us, one and all.
Xeranthemum Sunflowers’ charms never lack.
Yellow Anemone’s sweet power packs and
Zennias’ zest tell us that spring is back.
Hiya Folks
Hiya folks, I’m here, not sure
For days I have been trying
To break the code of techno door
With which I have been vying
I did quite well, at the start
I passed the log in stage
But then it seemed to fall apart
Not sure if its my age
All was going well with me
Till came to my profile
I filled and stabbed the submit key
But nothing would compile
It was time to use my brain
Was hard work I will admit
Several times I tried again
But just would not submit
I fired an email off to plead
To end my misery
Two days later, yes indeed
Reply was sent to me
It could be this, it might be that
No wiser was I now
Perplexed, confused, here I sat
Still wondering as to how
Another mail was swiftly sent
A screenshot they would need
With no idea what that meant
I grudgingly agreed
I asked a girl, who put me right
She showed me there and then
And then upon that very night
I sent it off to them
But I was bothered by the fact
That it turned out so small
I wondered how they would react
And was it use at all
So I was sitting here at wait
When itching fingers thought
I’d write a line or two though late
About that which I sought
I thought I’d be up on the screen
Then found it not to be
An obstacle was in between
The fault could still be me
It said to read the FAQs
So this I duly did
In hope that it would pay its dues
And of this pain me rid
Advised to ask the members I
If problems couldn’t sort
And on them thought I could rely
When they gave me their thought
But soon it was I realised
That this could not be done
I’d not be before your eyes
Till submit it had run (Derrrr)
Another mail was returned
Which brought things to a halt
And from this I duly learned
It was my age at fault
And now this the ender
But I’ll blame technology
And I feel a proper member >>(only for the most subtle thinker)
As I’m sure you would agree
How delicious the feeling after long days
Occupying tedious roadways to find
Myself encompassed by congenial walls,
Enjoying the pleasure of harmonious spaces.
Soft pillows and bed enfold this
Weary body, quieting the inner wandering;
Each window winks a welcome, lights
Eagerly extend bright arms to hold me,
Tender guardians in a darkly changing world.
Hover over and around me, blessed quiet,
Only found where the sweet departed whisper
Memories of all that makes a place a home, where
Empty chairs, once theirs, embrace me warmly.
Copyright, January 31,2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
graying clouds gather
rain staccatos on hard ground
frogs plop in puddles
Copyright, October 3, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Christmas
A zure Sky rejoiced and glanced on Green Earth.
B ethlehem Star glistened, glittered on Jesus’s birth.
C hristmas roses are exchanged in spirit of fraternity.
D ecoration of baskets with Poinsettia as symbol of purity.
E nchanting Christmas Eve expresses warm wishes
F low of fantastic gifts follows with flower -posies.
G reat grand grandeur Christmas is almost global.
H osts hostesses and gay guests honor holy festival.
I vory white bark of birch gleam and brightly glow.
J ingle bells with lemon fragrance nod heads to and fro.
K indle candle, knell before Jesus cutting ego with knife.
L ove for all is his greatest message to carry through life.
M arvellous mock rush erects spikes in pompous look.
N ice carols soothed heart and the core of soul shook.
O verwhelming occasion of Christmas can oust envy and quarrel
P ope or pagan, pretty or parlous to be greeted in general.
Q uench your thirst in Holy water, confess your sin.
R egrets, repents on tears will make heart pure and clean.
S plendid snowflakes without murmur grow in shy glaze.
T ender snowdrops hide behind thick the boxwood hedge.
U niversal goes the celebration on Christmas.
V ast spectacular gorgeous glorious glamorous
W inter berry spray lipsticks of red blossoms to gloss
X' mas tree is free to hold abundant gifts from Santa Claus.
Y earning for love yields love to make warm wish
Z est and zeal zing in zone of throbbing heart relish.
Chemically: crystalline carbon compound
Commonly consumed as coffee, Coke
Choices? Consider chocolate
Craziness careens corners
Attitude and attention adjuster
Autumn afternoon activator
Accelerated activities
Ask another altruistic answerable
Fathoming fatherhood
Folgers: fresh or frozen
Foolish frolicking
Fickle frazzled frog
Favorite flavor?
French fanilla (fun!)
Famous for flying
Fan for “FREEDOM!!”
Endurance enhancer
E’erlasting elixir
Endocrine epoxic effects
Essayist endorser
I, internal igniter
Interestingly included
In iced infusions
Imagine: ignorance imploded
Nosy noisy neighbors
Night-time ne’er-ender
Negative nightmares…
Nice neanderthal!
Everyone’s elated
Elliptical epiphany!
Elephants eat evergreens!
Ellipsis
N ature sings, and
A pril sweetly breathes life to
T ender buds on trees. . . and from
I nside the fertile womb
O f earth,
N ew seedlings' heads emerge,
A wakened by their mother's song, nourished by the sun of
L uminous blue skies and by the season's showers.
P oets too join in, composing
O des as overtures to Spring.
E latedly. . . . enchantingly,
T hey conjure imagery by
R aining words resounding with the essence of refulgence
Y earned for in Winter's icy depths.
M elancholy flees before the scent of
O leander blooms and lilac sprigs.
N othing quite inspires like this wonderful yet
T ransitory time that poets'
H earts and souls respond to, echoing Mother Earth in rhyme!
For the APRIL 2017 PREMIER CONTEST any form- theme max of 25 lines Contest of Brian Strand
A brand new car gleams with silver and unblemished paint
Never belonging to anyone else brings its own desirability
Virginal, it might be called…longed for but never driven
Lovely girl with her makeup just right
Yearned for and desired by men
She chooses you, requirement virginal
Everything about a new vehicle cries out for purchase
Little down, guaranteed and under warranty
It’s tuned to perfection
Beautiful hair, glowing skin
Smiling with perfect teeth, matching figure
Her life geared toward marriage and family
Oiled with expertise
Mirrors adjusted and radio playing
Seats smooth as leather with that new car smell
Her guaranteed…must please her man
Keep the shape, cook the meals
The feelings…mutual, emotional, and sexual
Once the car gets on the road, things may change
That first ding in the car door
The rear ender that wasn’t your fault.
Three years in…two children later
Hair shaggy and skin pimply
Smiling but with cavities shining
Leaking oil after the too close curb
Radio lost its antenna only static
Smell is now of smoke and bodies
Five years in…three children now
Lost her guaranteed warranty…new car purchased
Newer, younger, and more desirable
Trade her in…get the best deal for the money
Wives and cars…hmm
How does this equate
God is the only man in her life
Work, children, and baby sitters
How will she pay the bills?
Parked in the garage waiting, this woman
Worried, alone, and struggling, this woman
Someone else will want to sit beside this beautiful woman.
Bought my grandkids Caps for Sale
And checked when it was written -
Back in 1940! Still,
The story has me smitten.
A peddler cannot sell the caps
He carries on his head
And so he takes a nap beneath
A giant tree instead.
On waking, all the caps are gone
But way up in the tree
A monkey's perched on every branch
And guess what we can see?
On each one's head there is a cap
Which he will not surrender.
The peddler, in frustration,
Leads us to the happy ender.
He shakes his fists and stamps his feet,
The monkeys imitating,
Then throws his own cap on the ground
And without hesitating,
The simians all follow suit
So all the caps come falling.
The peddler piles them on his head
And keeps on with his calling:
"Caps for sale! For 50 cents!"
The guy gets props for trying.
The story leaves us with a smile
(Though no one still is buying).