Best Espy Poems
NOCTURNAL MESSAGE
I must say
This, my dream, now seems
Not a series of unrelated happenings
In course of a night’s sleep
But were surrealistically constructed
From life’s timeless values lay
Hidden in my invisible keep
Various dream parts such as
Love decay old age and death are
Called up in metaphor –
A hand reaching muddy floor
Noise confusion and
Knocks on a door
I left for the city on foot
Clear and bright the day
Straight and sure the way
Within though Giganticus is
Misty and dark
Many buildings in decay
I’m lost
In a maze of winding streets
With nary a friendly face to greet
I wander through buildings
In and out in and out
Too numerous to count
Till at last through one door
I espy a counter section
With a sign – “We give directions”
“Oh thank heaven,” I cry – reach out –
“There is a God
And he is good.”
Alas as I step forth
There came a flood
Filling my way with blackest mud
Hindered thus in Giganticus
I tried cross the room to shout
“I’m lost want to go home which way out?”
But the relentless mud
Continued to flow
Doors now are locked no place to go
Past life flashed before my eyes
And to my horror
Came four knocks on the building door
Up! Up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Dave Austin
Oh how I do love November,
that magic month that outshines September,
where I look upon the face,
of the Twinkle Fairy in all her grace,
as she blesses the leaves
falling from shivering trees
to dance in air and come to rest,
upon Gaia’s soon to be, blanketed breast.
She dances in her wispy blue coat,
and sends the crispy leaves to high afloat
upon the autumn breezes that roam
throughout the countryside by my home;
oh how I can hardly wait to espy,
Zerelda as she comes, twinkling by.
I saw her once, patch a deer’s nose,
it was chapped and swollen so,
her fairy dust on it, she sprayed,
it glistened in the sunlit rays,
like glitter sprinkled on the floor,
smoothing out the skin and pores.
My cat, Eleazer,
he will chase her
and as usual, there’s no doubt,
he won’t catch her but he’ll pout.
She’ll reward him for his game,
his frustrated feelings, she will tame;
Upon his upset brow she’ll thrust,
a wand-wave full of fairy dust.
Then she’ll turn to me and say,
I know you’ve watched me on this day;
but you are kind to fairies like me,
so here’s something for you, free.
With another wave she’ll gift;
a fairy song, she’ll set adrift.
11-13-19
November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall
Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze
Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall
My stem of strength tipped enlightening please
Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom
My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed
Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume
Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display
Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues
Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I
For every dawn allures my stem to sprung
In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy
I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose
Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow
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The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams
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Percy penguin tried to dance
Sadly he had two left feet
Waltz and Tango – he took his chance
But he couldn’t quite get the beat
Then one day he did espy
An advert with his beady eye
Dance Classes Starting TODAY
He began to smile it made his day
So off to the dance hall he did go
He found a lady penguin - her name was Flo
She had lost her dancing partner – he died at sea
Now she was as happy as can be
Percy took hold of her wing and tried to dance
Could this be the start of a beautiful romance?
Alas, Percy kept treading on her tiny toes
She needed them all to walk on the ice floes
They tried again; attempting a waltz and you could see
Percy was busily counting one two three one two three
Their dancing days continue, and to this day they carry on
You see them dance on the ice beneath the setting sun
18th June 2015
Bright colourful delicate orchid blooms
Enchant many gardens and living rooms
Alluring flowers in pretty hues, each one
Uplifts its perfect petals towards the sun
Tropical blossom for my visitors to see
Intense colours with such brilliant beauty
Foliage remains when the flowers die
Until rejuvenation happens and I espy
Lovely flower stems to captivate my eye
Contest: Beautiful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
12~29~ 15
Wistful weeping willow why do you cry,
did you espy your leaves falling from on high?
They can’t cling on when a breeze is around,
see them cartwheel as they float to the ground.
Watch how they are dancing now they are free,
see them waltz as they lose their grip on the tree.
Long leaves spiral down and they land in the stream,
they planned their escape; they’ve achieved their dream
Wistful weeping willow you have no reason to cry;
when the wind blows, wave your leaves a last goodbye.
10-06-17
It's the end of the forms series contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Entered into Couplet Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Over by the corner the bandstand plays on
next to the cotton candy wagon and the clown
Its a circus act full of people and acrobats
and tallish men on walking wooden stilts
One tiny red balloon dots the sky as I espy
juggling acts leading to the garden path
it ain't over until the fat lady sings
so I better not dally, I need a glass ring
Fire eaters and sweet ladies that stretch
ventriloquists with two sided mouths
magicians that stage with props, and coins
cats on tight ropes, hawkers and escapists
Silver hoops and fast delivery guys
life is changing right before our very eyes
Give me the candy but don't tell me lies
of course I want the red balloon, untie!
February 12, 2023
Sponsor Anthony Biaanco
Contest Name Balloons
Charms of Nature
Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake
There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees who search
Stunning unadorned simple-ness echoes soft.
Lone senior British oak outstretch thick arm
Grasp weathered fraying pendulous tire swing;
Mid saffron blaze whilst it mingles off charm
Espy hushed cries for mortal yielding wings.
Lush meadow pigments an emerald green
Self quenching natures pulsing rapture scene.
2/9/2020
Mine eyes espy thy golden hair
No crown of gilded jewels more fair
Wither you go, you go with grace
Sweet one, ye who are so fair of face
I beseech you, tarry here a bit
Canst thou come and by me sit
I come to ye on bended knee
Oh, thou art the very heart of me....
My spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
The devil tries to deter me
scoffs: Why even bother to try?
I see a mountain above me
towering over the clouds
A wee voice anxiously warns me
Only way to return -- in a shroud
But my spirit is a born climber
nothing if not courageous
Daring danger to defeat him
he maps out a climb for the ages...
I espy swirling waters below me
in which a young lad flails away
Can I swim? Does it matter? --
I've been selected to save the day
My spirit prods me to jump in
grab the boy and struggle to shore
Alive and happy, if exhausted
prepared for the coming encore...
Yes, my spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
taking on every new challenge
looking it square in the eye
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Entry in 'The Human Spirit' contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
~ September 13, 2022 ~
Thru a shadowed path, down a shadowed lane
Two lovers walk, the moonlight to gain.
The beauty of the walk is as beauteous as their love,
Shared thru a kindness, a reverence, and the touch of a hand.
A meadow comes into sight to eventually espy
Mists swirl in mystery as they begin to walk by.
But a fragrant rose pulls them, their attention drawn
Thru the gates of an old house they gently begin forth
Who in love lived here long ago, now unseen?
What trials, what future, had they seen?
Their love built a life, and of course this home
Would that their lives could be so generously strewn.
Two lovers that lived so very long ago
And thru the years were repeatedly, celebrated so.
Now, two more have come as the man goes on bended knee
He picks the rose and delivers it up with a ring
He has bought this old house, a glorious old thing
To inspire her to wife, to repeat once more, an old beautiful dream
May the tale of this house and the old love it has seen
Inspire a new couple to a great life once again.
Love can give the warmth and glow
of a golden sunny day,
the joy and laughter
of a heart at play.
With love comes
the bright red of fire,
when one is consumed
with passions desire.
Loves gentle beauty and grace
can leave on your face
a soft petal rose
when loves fire recedes to repose.
When love is errant and untrue
filled with hurt and pain
it can turn ones life
to sad and blue.
When love is threatened
from dark forces
seen or unseen
the color of love
quickly turns to green.
If love is lost
or just gone away
it can turn life dull
and the color of gray.
Love in view all around
but none for you to be found
makes the world seem
ugly and brown.
Now with an eye you do espy
a chance for love anew
on comes the white light
of hope for you.
Love once again bright and new
gives an orange and gold tint
to the wonderful future
now in view.
The embers of love's fire
dances with life once again
as it begins it's life anew.
So on goes the rainbow of love
with varying color and hue.
Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardor
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud,just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act,can't execute,can't move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself,occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked,feeble,depraved,weak - a YOUNG LOOSER
But will never SURRENDER
Still BREATHING
BELIEVING...
KNEELING...
PRAYING...
***coz' GOD knows...
Your laugh,
your glittering eyes,
lips slightly parted
warm breath from flared nostrils,
the rhythm of your heart,
silky skin sweetly perfumed,
and ghostly caresses from cultured hands.
Is that your recipe for our love?
A luscious dinner fit for a king?
A priceless princess sacrificed
on the altar of love? All around
the smell of intoxicating incense
increases my sensation
of being on a lofty cloud
experiencing a much-desired dream
that has now come true.
Stars glitter, night surrounds,
in the dark, I hear your loving whispers,
espy your feline eyes
glittering in the nebulous mist,
feel you next to me
Ecstasy.
My love is now complete.