Best Etheree Poems
Line of inquiry:
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” - Unseeking Seeker
My future self is a river running.
Time with no end is the course I run.
Things I learned from youth have either
been tossed ashore or absorbed
within my deep waters.
Storms I have endured.
Somewhere in the
middle of
my long
life
I
began
to transform.
I grew deeper
and deeper from all
my experiences.
I am flowing closer now
to the ocean of my rebirth
where I will merge with all God’s rivers
in the bright dawn of his abiding love.
I am spellbound and perfectly misplaced
in frozen arms of a broken spring
where garnet gaze of sage wood sun
is envied by the pale moon
convincing rose quartz stars
that changes arise
whilst lilac lines
sail across
silken
lace
of
pearly
reflections
from lunar beams
descending swiftly
As eclipsed metaphors
draw darkness across grey dawns
draped in specks of daffodil dreams
for an earth soaked in aquamarine
Yet, jealousy sneaks in and chains blind hearts
Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~
Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle like crystal frost in sunlight
Ebbing billows crescendo in withdrawal
As the shore clings to the waves caress
Tidal pulse bids the shore farewell
Leaving sandy signatures,
Lacy ripples of ebb,
Tidepools overflow
Driftwood harvest
Seaside gifts
New waves
Form
Sun
you shine
so brightly.
Radiating,
giving energy
with your warm golden glow.
We cannot live without you.
Your solar smile beams soothing rays,
from many a million miles away
yet still I can feel you kissing my skin.
3rd May 2016
What Matters Most
What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting down -
drifting, drifting, drifting
downward as you race
to get in all
the things you
want to
do!
But
take time
to breathe in
the things you love:
fresh baked bread, roses,
the petrichor of spring!
Simple are life’s joys. Give all
you love to all those you love, for
that will be your legacy when your
sands run out and the hourglass turns over.
April 1, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "What Matters the Most to You" Poetry contest
A t f i r s t, a l a z i l y f l o w i n g r i v e r
Timeless warm glow of a summer’s day
In love with the world’s vibrancy
Inaudible, clock ticking
Safe in seeming endlessness
Each day a lifetime
Some wished away
Years accrue
Time’s grains
Fall
Flow
Faster
Sweet life full
Moments precious
A n t i c i p a t e d
milestones fly past, too fast
Children’s years wax eternal
While ours accelerate quickly
Scenery outside the train’s window
Ever more beautiful, yet blurring, faster
7/13/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
dead
bones rise
in ashes,
furnace spews clouds
smelling putrid smoke,
tongues consume bodies all,
aeolian whispers fan
Varanasi’s fierce appetite,
prayer flags wave like a wick of hope
while the ruddy Ganges silently flows
Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn.
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.
As
I watch
the waves crash
and unfold gems
in neon blue dust
across ivory shores
silky reflections scatter
upon moon glazed tides in cadence
and flaming twin stars whirl in circles
sprinkling magic upon Poseidon’s realm
There's a turquoise song for the healing hearts
ruffling as lyrical melodies
along idyllic crests of hope
where memories float in a
bottle of souvenirs
ferrying sapphire
swells of daydreams
that ebb in
tune to
faith
“The
children
are always
interrupting.
You never have time
for me,” her husband whined
as he dropped his dirty clothes
right there on the floor by the bed.
Trying not to roll her eyes, she gave
this quick response to her disgruntled spouse:
“The kids, chores and mishaps have me spinning,
and you tell me you feel rejected.
To have a blissful home takes two.
Consideration is key.
I’m also missing you!
To be successful
in our bed, take
time OUT of
it. . . for
ME!”
A Double Etheree written May 27, 2012
for David Williams'
The Three H's Poetry Contest
At
winter’s
departure -
though I feel glad -
I must remember
that like human beings,
Mother Nature needs a rest
from her growing season; she will
reawaken at spring equinox,
shaking off her pretty white lace blanket.
For the vernal season, Mother Nature
dons her most beautiful green dresses.
From month to month I see her change
adornments - in March subtle;
In April and May, though,
she’s her fanciest
as colorful
buds peek out
from her
gown!
March 29, 2016 for the Celebration Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Sun
Be Gone
Let Her face
befriend darkness
so he may not seek
those lips of red that plead
that beg , needy for his kiss
nor feel the aching for his touch
So he may not look within her eyes
and find there the afterglow of his love.
Brief Memories -For Flo's Contest
Bright
Sunshine
Dawn to dusk
Colours our world
With a golden glow
Without sun we would die
Nature basks in its glory
Scintillating sunlight for life
1st April 2015
Sound
Once more
Thy Trumpets
Sweet melody
To my ears this night
Carry my soul upwards
To the ethereal sphere
Where I shall reside for a time
As a traveller of the cosmos
In harmony with the all and divine
At the appointed time (you know not when)
your spirit will kiss this world goodbye.
Sands of your earthly time will then
have run their course. Folks will cry.
Your progeny will be
left behind, and words
hopefully kind
about you
will be
said.
The
hourglass
at this time
for you alone
will have flipped. Dear ones
will keep on their own path.
With spirit eyes, you’ll view them
from behind the veil where you will
slip, knowing that the hourglass of those
whom you so love will also soon be flipped.
Feb. 6, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest
Title 4: Flipped Hourglass in double etheree poetry form