Best Fairest Poems
The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,
In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.
While standing enticingly,
with her soft upswept auburn hair,
is a beauty gazing at me.
She answers this lonely man’s prayer!
With soft upswept auburn hair;
in her long flowing gown of white,
she answers this lonely man’s prayer,
making the garden grow bright.
In her long flowing gown of white,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the garden grow bright -
the fairest of all the roses!
For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
The Picture is called "In Walled Garden" See at this link: http://www.ebay.com/itm/GEORGE-DUNLOP-LESLIE-In-Walled-Garden-print-NEW-/190409030838
When England’s fairest rose
strained to find a light
neath the monarchy’s shadows,
such passion did she incite.
Many are the years since
Lady Diana Spencer
met and married her prince,
believing that he loved her.
Unrequited affection
she tried to brush aside.
Poised was her reflection;
tears she sought to hide.
Princess Di’s quest for love
drew her to the masses,
who adored this precious dove,
more fragile than glass is.
A candle caught by harsh wind,
extinguished far too young,
left the monarchy chagrined;
her popularity stung.
In death as she was in life,
she’s treasured in people’s hearts,
for kindness is always rife
in the love a People’s Princess imparts.
*Inspired by Elton John’s “Candle in the Wind,” which he performed at Diana’s funeral.
Epitome of ostentatious pride,
the peacock, glorious in regal stride
parades his flowing train of turquoise green.
His crowning glory bursts in bold array,
a mesmerising optical display;
the greatest pageantry there's ever been.
And then begins a courtship of romance
as eyes entice in hypnotising dance
a passing peahen dazzled by the scene.
His stunning beauty shimmers in the sun
A radiant flamboyance has begun,
Ablaze with lustrous iridescent sheen.
15.10.19
Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird - Poetry Contest
sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
In the early morning light…
You stand before me, and slowly disrobe, as you have so many times
before.
Then …for a moment… as you have so many times before…you stare at
me, not seaming to see me at all, as you wipe the sweat from my face
with the palm of your hand.
Then…for the first time, as if looking for some lost truth you hope to find
buried in the depth of me, behind the silver mask I wear, you stare at me
in a way you never have before…Long and hard, until…tears begin to roll
down your cheek, when…for the first time… you see yourself, as you truly
are, through my complete indifference.
Written: August 23, 2014
Wherefore gazest thee from yon balcony,
O fairest Juliet? Searchest thou for one
that loveth thee 'neath heaven's brazen sun,
that son of Montague—'tis felony!?
Thou lovest him? Ah! but loveth he thee?
'Ere long thy love for him wilt be undone
by poison and—alas!—thou wilt be gone
and we shalt grieve—both Houses!—yea, all we
and Montague! I beg of thee—instead
be mine? For I'm thy kinsman, Capulet!
Be mine! And like that Romeo fore-said,
I'll worship thee as divine; and forget
that thy wayward heart near left me for dead
whilst thou eloped with him, mine Juliet.
Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.
Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram
Placed #8
Fairest Summer Weather, O' What A Boon
After the dawn of the summer light
emerges rise of a sweet summer day
Early birds take food hunting flight
enjoying this weather in a cool May
Sunny rays warm up my tired bones
trekking into the morning delights
Soft breeze, sets pleasant tones
as I look down from lofty heights
Earth and Sun,team by grand design
to supply the wants of this man
Natures wonders awe me, I do opine
while magically enjoying all I can
Fairest summer weather, O' what a boon!
Grab all you can, it ends far too soon!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-26-2015
You are so beautiful of gorgeous mien
that wonder I what good you hold in heart,
Whether you towards virtue or vice do lean.
If to good, you I deem a work of art.
Oh gorgeous girl of beautiful blonde hair,
You seem to me the fairest of the fair.
Nothing I seek but your inspiration
which will win me the world's admiration
for this poet whom you have inspired ,
your legacy though we be expired.
You are to me petal soft
deeply blossoming scarlet rose
so beautiful within song
Growing within life's Orchard
One bite cherries burst flavour
fruity inside the kiss held
Where the sunsets born hotly
Loving golden butterflies
begin to warmly waltz up
inside a heartbeats skip pure
Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch
Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?
Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows!
Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming
a pearl of enchantment cast before sows?
Fairest Diana, as fragile as lilac,
as willful as rainfall, as true as the rose;
how did a stanza of silver-bright verse
come to be bound in a book of dull prose?
Published by Tucumcari Literary Journal and Night Roses
Lady Diana Spencer, the Princess of Wales, was an angel of compassion who brought beauty and grace to the English royal family. Her marriage to Prince Charles was one of the most-viewed marriages of all time. But with her support of numerous charities she was an inspiration to many, and more than just an international celebrity. Keywords/Tags: Princess, England, England's Rose, English, royalty, royal, royals, noble, nobility, beauty, beautiful, grace, elegance, class, inspiration, crown, sonnet, sonnets, woman, women, angel of compassion, epitaph
Being Best
In land thought they were the fairest
When told became totally embarrassed
So when piano they started playing
Choir sand and around were parading
Saying we are both fairest the best.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Proud Retired Soldier as well as Poet
A fair brother the youngest of siblings due to be wed
For his bride, a young virgin , pure , blue eyed and fair ,
Prepares her white wedding gown to walk down the isle ,
Decides for the occasion to dye her hair fair hair black.
My lady , my Queen, I pray , take my hand with delight.
Today you are my bride, tomorrow you shall be my wife.
Oh most noble sir arise now kiss and bond this treaty
After the ceremony , the guests gathered and feasted
Speeches and toasts ,trembling lips kissed her pale hand
My eye shall not rove , take my heart and love me sweetly
Her rosy lips and cheeks promised by thee to forever stand.
Weeping and let out a cry cupid hath stung her inner thigh.
What strange effect the nature of love has on the passions.
Fair princess, I promise thee, wedlock shall suit thee well.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the Fairest of them all?
The lady is the one who hold my heart.
Quiet and fair,
Peaceful in all content,
She teaches the next generation with a zeal for life.
She listens and understands children for she has one.
She is truly Snow White,
And I’ll do my best to be her Prince Charming.
Hope Rests On Distant Fairest Hill
Can not write about lost hope just now
when cheer meets me with morning sun
Rays of applause force me to take a bow
stiffen my resolve and not dare to run
What of the coming night screams made
or heart's pain from an untimely death
Have given all, nothing left to trade
as solemn grief demands my last breath
Nay! Hope rests on distant fairest hill
celebration just waiting for my life
Testament to sacred faith and hope's will
no cuts from this overused broken knife
Spirit awaits another gift Heaven sent
medicine for the sad and wailing heart
All earthly treasures given but not spent
new life granted for this blessed start
One Hope, cast into the hot molding flames
fire created to burn away eating pain
All love and joys arriving with new names
rebirth of the Soul from the dark stain
Robert J. Lindley, 06 -20- 2015
I attended three sermons in a row
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.
Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.
Sermon,
On Fridays and Sundays
Are they two unknown roads of Robert Frost?
Equally worn out? Equally taken along frequency?
So that strangers are mostly certain about the Tan, Sine and Cosine?
After an incessant rain , we could tell each other a tale , stopping, “Reign!”
Parentheses are like a memorandum of understanding, priorities of your own.
Papyrus,
After 5 pm, if they all there turn color blind to moo moo all the cows!
Cows that can type, and can create superb hypes!
I pressed, paused and neglected my churned up pasteurization
As for now,
Meaningful work-life -balance will do a sieve analysis, as per annum
Soup egg drops in an ocean of lemon grass
To make a way
As the cook was befitting!
Does not matter anyway, better leave her precious to leave or granted to go!
Silence is gold at times, and dollar values are poisons!
In-Activity or Inactivity
A silence knows the fairest reason!