Best Eyed Poems
He was skipping along, swinging his arms and laughing
At what I don't know.
His grandmother, lagging a few steps behind, was laughing at him I suppose.
And I thought to myself, she loves him, she does,
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
He stopped when he got to the corner and waited for me to turn right.
A smile crossed his lips,
As he waved at me - at me and my shabby old car.
And when I had passed him, he started to prance quite merrily on his way.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
The confidence of youth flowed joyfully through him,
Just looking at him made me smile.
And you know what I did? I pulled to the curb and parked my silly old car.
I watched for a while as he started to run and then charge on out of sight.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
How old he was then, I'm really not sure, Maybe five, maybe six,
Not yet Seven.
But ageless his quest to embrace this life whatever might come his way.
A sadness crept into my heart just then for I knew life would never be fair to
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
It will be harder for him to be special. The color of his skin will not help.
I wish I could be there
To tell him be careful, stay safe in this white man's domain.
But maybe the people he'll meet in his life will let him be just who he is
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
In winter’s grasp, an aging woman stands
Emerald eyes like jewels gleam
Slightly touched by the passing of time
But a lifetime etched 'pon her wrinkled hands.
Her pressured youth has long passed
Yet grace and compassion are retained
Wisdom gained through joys and tears
Reflected in those eyes pine-green untamed
Shamrock eyes, deep stories they hold
Many sheltered secrets remain
Tales of love and loss will forever bind
Her heart to truth that is tamed
Behind those eyes, a universe unfolds
A journey filled with triumph, joy and fears
Like ancient trees, their roots forever hold
Essence of her dreams throughout the years
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
And high above the robins wheel their plight
Where garland of stars drips as if to play
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Drunk, hungry this breath, so far the height
where scent of dreams, bursts forth in warm display
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
Small twinklers crown my head to wrap and slay
each heaving sigh embroidering this day,
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
As wishful thoughts catch stardust of the night
the firmanent climbs inside earthen clay.
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
7/27/2013
I once met some natives from Bahamas
Both men had the same size BIG iguanas
I was embarrassed - to say
I felt very SMALL - that day
When I saw them pop out their pajamas
Re-submitted for-
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7-2-2019
Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall
after running into a brick wall
she was hit over the head
with a big loaf of bread
while trying to play basketball.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.23/2004
In my hand an empty pack of camel crushes... I smoked them all.
All the pacing from the stress has beat the pavement raw.
Anger from the moments of my son I never saw.
I'm so gone.
Because I've been holding it in for way too long.
And hashtag to my haters,I will spray you all away if you try to stop me from getting my hustle on.
And I'm not Kirsten Dunst but suckas bring it on.
I'm praying that the whole world pays attention to this song.
See snow the product did it first, but see this best it spoke to me.
And said "you could write a story on how rough your life could be.
And with every verse you spit, more haters get frikazied.
That's when motivation kicked in and I began to believe.
I'll show the population that my ryhmes are mega rad.
And show the child courts I can be a good dad.
And make for certain that I get to make my baby mama mad.
Because every brother out of Gary really ain't bad.
Determined dad.
is there such a thing as one-eyed fr.ass?!
Huh.
Maybe, maybe not
ha. Do (doo? does?) frass even have eyes. I think not!
Sure looks pretty though...
if I were given the chance to choose what my poop looks like,
I'd choose frass!
Form:
Through the lies that shatter, the tears that gleam,
Your eyes show the stories, the shadows unclean,
You were mine to have, you were mine to dream,
You were my spotless lies, my everything.
Time wasn’t money, just as love wasn’t trust,
Time was short and love was lust.
Urges were many, to comply was a must,
Goodbye, blue eyed angel, grind this thin wall to dust.
Love was given and unreturned,
Shadows cleared, lies were slurred,
Truth was fought and visions blurred,
Not love, not lust, not the single heart cured.
Not but a memory, not but a name,
Held fast to a girl with her head bowed in shame,
So long gone but a voice can tame,
Goodbye blue-eyed angel, only I was to blame.
The pendulum swings
(Left to right)
Zenith approaches
The vortex opens up…
With head spinning
My spin is heading
Towards your light
On the coattails of a watch and chain…
Tumbling down the word hole
Collecting words,
From the wall of air
That surrounds me,
To consume later…
Too much later
As quixotic adventures
Tilt me away from my pen
And images of you burn ever deeper
Onto the backs of my eyelids
Am I losing you?
Am I losing me?
Do I exist?
Did I ever?
It seems I am always risking
My life
My love…
The roulette wheel
Catches my fall…
Still spinning
I follow the white star
Onto the red
Where the tinker rings her bell
Smiling a Cheshire smile
Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand
And a red-headed pill in the other…
Unblinking
The blue’s stare
Pierces my heart…
The burning flames of the red
Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips
Dissolving on my tongue
I am afraid to open my eyes
But, risking a glance downwards
The insane grin on my mad hat
Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes
That Alice stole from Robin
In Sherwood’s green forest
Now I am calm
As I enter your wonderland…
Melding with your mind
Dancing with your spirit
Swaying with your rhythm
Embracing all that you are
I am holding you so tight…
As the tears roll down my cheeks
The pull of never land
Tearing me from your bed of white roses
Back to the thorns on my bed of nails…
As...
(Right to left)
The pendulum swings
When awakened by a golden sunrise call
and birds announcing spring upon my sill...
I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl
of green enchantment, dressing every hill !
It painted twigs of every leaf and bough
and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping
Spreading news that spring is here, and now
is how a world renews our spirits, sinking
Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds
and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping
She kissed the leaves before the summer's red
And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping !
Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill
of green that dresses keen on every hill
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I know there are heroes like a firefighter,
the police, real life heroic people, a soldier;
but my hero right now is my heart doctor!
It happened quickly- with a knife like a dagger,
plunging into my back, oh I still recall the horror!
I could not breathe and was just clinging to life,
Gasping, I thought I was a goner;
thought- here I come afterlife!
He wore a cap and face mask- I saw blue,
deep blue eyes and he said listen you;
don't be afraid because I will get you through!
Then, to a sweet dreamland I just withdrew,
peace and tranquility were all that I knew!
That day- Dr. MacDreamy saved me,
it could have been my end, my last adieu;
so, this blue eyed doctor is my hero- easy!
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November 22, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/My Blue Eyed Hero
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1021-380-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
There lived once a banjo boy
A blue-sky eyed banjo boy
who played his banjo every night.
There lived once a brown eyed girl
with her skin so smooth and fair
who sang always by his side
A duet they were, with music to share
and young love upon their mind.
All the crowd gathered
to their tunes they cheered
with a message to the world.
Eves could be so warm
when the banjo-boy
placed his fingers on each chord
Days could be so bright
with the girl's soft voice
like the sun 's solacing light.
What a bliss on earth
Lifted spirits heard
and gestures ever kind.
There lived once a banjo boy
a blue-sky eyed banjo boy
who played banjo every night
There lived once a brown -eyed girl
with her skin so smooth and fair
who sang always by his side.
Just a light -lyric fun poem... :)
PS- Inspired by a comment on my Guitar Boy's poem
where Someone :) Suggested Banjo music is better than guitar's.
So to all music and Banjo fans..A little scribble ...that rolled on my mind.
"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"
Romance is in the
reflections of the
steely green-eyed
time stolen and framed
bars to freedom
champagne dreams remain
the prisoner’s heart ignominious
kept safely in a treasure box
poetry lies laconic in the lap
kept criminally magnanimous
a hand gently caresses
a missing mind
pulling out unheard
singular words
famished and ravenous wings
flying off the transponding
power lines
black-feather quilled
screaming
a life sentence
singular words
sautéed in three lines
missing in milky moonlight
softly floats spectral
room to room mute
engaging the unaware
passing through
all the eternal years
damned alongside
all the voiceless hosts
tapping fingers like a ghost
S.O.S. morse code
on windows glassed over
lackadaisical and frosted cold
on the outside
we dance Munch mime
trapped in the
History of a Wasted Mind
solitary and confined
'til death do us part
dark and stormy vilified
electric veined
cold silver heart
feigning tame
kept on a dangling chain
a pendant looping
like an aerial display
haunting blue sky’s
moth-life tiger coiled
sabre toothed
calculating and refined
Romance is held hostage
in the reflections of
the steely-green eyed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Me Time” / Paloma Faith
https://youtu.be/8YXudiBR1oY
https://www.navy.gov.au/aircraft/de-havilland-tiger-moth
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_tiger_moth
Though you may find her name amusin'
She's not cruisin' for a bruisin'
If in the garden I'm perusin'
She's always the one I'm choosin'
Black and yellow hues infusin'
These honeybees never refusin'
Glee and happiness she's oozin'
The ever lovely Black Eyed Susan
Aug 24, 2022
~The Green Eyed Lad~
Nah Then, I’d like to spin you a yarn and weave a story for you to enjoy
It’s about a lad I know and I would have liked to have met as a boy
He is well traveled and I believe well read
His family worldwide they now seem to have spread.
Age is there now and his maturity abounds,
A deep sense of fun though is still around.
His eyes are green even though I’ve not seen
He says they are fading, but I bet they still gleam.
We have never met we are miles apart.
But I don’t have to see him for him to capture my heart
He has a deep affection for the place of his birth
He writes with a skill a longing and mirth.
It would have been nice to play up Wingate Nick
Share spice, have fun, and then take the mick.
We could have made up such fanciful fables
But we can’t go back or wish no, no one is able.
And round Heber’s Ghyll and perhaps Sugar Hill
At the bottom of which the Post Office is still.
His words that soothe and manipulate my senses
Upbuilding and mindful, no need for defenses.
If ?we met for a dinner He’s say “Get yourself outside of that” I think…
Because that’s the way they speak, they are violets that don’t shrink
It would have been fun to meet him weaving and plying his trade
Bought up with the clickerty clack that the weaving looms made.
But time passes us by and at too great a speed
Events mold our lives how they want, and not how we need
So to this green eyed lad I say thanks for being there
You know who you are, it's up to you if you share….
©~GG~ 17/08/2012