Best Fallings Poems
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN-- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE -
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.
What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?
Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?
All evil justified and made in haste
is evil just the same as any waste.
I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.
But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.
Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.
Invited for a night of talk and wine,
I settled in with a new friend of mine.
And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone
and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.
Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.
And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
what ending all our world was coming to.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
fallings, hate, history, world war
Form:
Sonnet
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.
What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?
Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?
All evil justified and made in haste
is evil just the same as any waste.
I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.
But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.
Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.
Invited for a night of talk and wine,
I settled in with a new friend of mine.
And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone
and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.
Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.
And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
what ending all their world was coming to.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
fallings, betrayal, bullying, hate, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Sunrise eats the nights heartache
Mournings are the music of my soul
Failing big by what was a stake
Dying every day by loves toll
I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart
Pictures of grief hang on lives wall
Silence breaks the barrior of my mind
Waiting breathless for your yearning call
Capturing your eyes but always blind
I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart
Feelings gone removed from this place
Fallings tears drown me forever
Hurting always seeing the pain on my face
Knowing the cure is us together
I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart
Turning blue from the emotion
Burning to death from passions fail
Wanting to blindly show devotion
Living on with you to tell the tale
Categories:
fallings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Well wobbling around in a pear tree dressed in a space suit can be very very dangerous. You might fall. And fallings are failings and failings flay the flesh from even the smallest atom that arrives in a puddle so never question the movements of a pond in the seasonal adjustments. Eradication of waste from slumber kitchen is hidden in an attic drawer. Once opened it slides away in a drip format akin to drizzling sauce onto a plate of freshly carved meat. Carved carbonated creations can carry carnivorous carnivals cleverly closing chasms. And a beetle in a flat cap was racing around wildly while the worrying worm was moving thoughts around and around like a windy day moves leaves through the pathways. Ever since a hill breathed the path was pushed and pushed and pushed. Then to place ones feet upon the tracks ignites thrones, fields, destinations, and a large variety of six foot jars of giggling gherkins. The wearing of aprons at this time is heavily prohibited and the sixty feet of micro beads in a line stretching in gymnasiums is rather like the time the electric elephant circus played a wild thumping trumpeting time to the seven arched breezes of the tea cloud. Ha hats having heated hollering havens. How heavenly. Ha the misted mustard mouse moving mousetraps. Ha the feather forming a giant wheel and going down the motorways with the suitcase on full beam because it is foggy but no frog. X desensitisations x at over a million keys, motors and cute little jumping juggernauts with tiny five centimetre wingspans. Z z z z z z
Interesting to note that a snail can move at maximum speed in the morning mists of moons .
Categories:
fallings, bangla, beach, , cute,
Form:
Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income
courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to
acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled since "star student" -
(another moniker the missus aptly affixed)
amply proven successfully completing
undergraduate engineering degree
(a minor in je nais sais quois French),
this from storied high achieving Ivy League
University founded by Benjamin Franklin
this "sir" once again
applauds laudatory milestone,
and additionally acknowledges
sincere appreciation surrendering
veritable treasure trove
commestibles, toiletries, vitamins...
allowing unswerving selflessness
to kindle tears of utmost gratitude
figurative biological dice throw
now embarks upon admirable
self reliant (no batteries needed)
time tested personal conviction
proving steely mettle with panache,
despite fallings out
undermining rapport during yesteryear,
when dada felt important,
evinced kibitizing, pampering,
reading requested stories,
(yea even Harry Potter - now passe)
aware how mine debauchery,
who set poor flagrant example
posited ye to escape appalling
financial, emotional, spiritual...
domestic conditions
ye understandably
envisioning more ideal legal guardian,
asper loco parentis
thus parting equals bittersweet
sorrow for dada, whose bottled anger
directly linkedin to opprobrious
selfish misdeeds compromising
psychological welfare two precious progeny
whose presence provided joie de vivre,
and never wanted restraint imposed
maturing into an admirable young lady,
no matter sentiments towards me
poisoned by toxicity, whose
predilection to debilitating panic
undermined, restrained, quashed...
necessary needs and wants
to nourish healthiness...
despite aggravating, hellbent
nerve wracking time consuming
odiously infernal exhausting
drive to accept donations,
i.e. personal belongings...
dada doth care for thee!
Categories:
fallings, absence, adventure, encouraging, goodbye,
Form:
Ballad
As the fall is apon us I feel anew
Seeing all the beauty that is in you
Our story so untold
I cannot wait for it to unfold
You are so unexpected
I keep waiting for the ball to drop or be rejected
I have waited all my life to meet someone who
Could make me feel all the feels that you do
Your sweet and kind in all the best ways
I feel so inadequate in what I write and say
You make me feel unquestionably alive
In just being good and kind to you I strive
How can I possibly match the way you make me feel
When I need to pinch myself just to confirm you're real
Those brown eyes matching all the colors I hold dear
You alone washing away all my life's fears
I will stay sted fast as cold sets in
Keeping you warm till winters end
Categories:
fallings, appreciation, autumn, first love,
Form:
Romanticism
Death?
What does it mean?
The end,
or the beginning?
In death,
there is life.
For one to fall,
is for one to rise.
Fallings easy,
risings hard.
Death can come easily,
quickly, slowly, painfully, peacefully.
I would fall,
if only I could.
I am here for one,
and one alone.
When that one string breaks,
I shall follow.
For staying risen,
Without him,
is to live a hallow life.
Categories:
fallings, death, love
Form:
Free verse
the snowflakes are falling like the words from my heart,
part of the scenery they soon become;
and I breathe snowflakes_
my world changes to a beautiful painting,
and my rosy cheeks are snow kissed ~
I walk the forest paths meandering in thought,
part of a painting that inspires;
and I breathe snowflakes_
winter fills me with joy and love,
and my rosy cheeks are snow kissed ~
I was born in a winter blizzard storm weeping,
into my life snow is fallings always;
and I breathe snowflakes_
cold winter into my poems I love to pen,
and my rosy cheeks are snow kissed ~
"I am filled with love when the first snowflake falls ..."
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February 21, 2022 (Inspired by an old poem)
Poetry/Free Verse/winter rhapsody
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1432-809-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted into Standard the contest, Winter Love
sponsor, JCB Burl, Judged 02/26/2022
First Place
Categories:
fallings, love, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Alone
Suffocating in solitude
Drowning in dark despair
Languishing longingly in lost love
Forever in fear of fallings fatal flaws
Bent, broken, battered and bruised
Tired of timid trepidation
Complacent and content
Alone
Categories:
fallings, angst, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
To tell you a story
Is to tell you what real
What’s real is the thing
That you need to feel
Real is this something
What falls in my heart
Real is the reason
My wings fell apart
See the fallings not bad
It’s the landing that hurt
The truth was the thing
That was soft as this dirt
That’s where I landed
When you saw me fall
You asked me why
And it made me feel small
I told you the reason
But you couldn’t see why
So I get up from falling
To look in your eyes
Darling just think
Your love is my call
That is the reason
I always do fall
Simple as that
So now you can see
I’d fall forever
If you’d just be with me
Categories:
fallings, me, me,
Form:
Chance nautical corvettescent mileage
Of the topical travels terrains
Amongst the bonding trips
Of rain collecting in the waters
Playing pines lake valleys
Rivers running amongst solitary confining drifting pinewoods
Colossus forest mountainous trees
Timber fallings burning ambers
Crawling igniting forcing steams
As the rain flower converges on the populous dreams
8/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
fallings, appreciation, environment, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I formed in the heavens; they built me in a pure overcast
Concrete looks far too weak to break my fallings contrast
All flower petals decreed a landscape grown to everlast
I will nurture them; in Sun to Moon, this time lines passed
Are you the reapers breaking their stem via fatal dismast?
I will defeat you with relentless moisture unsurpassed
Nourishment is my very gift to the fortifying fibroblast
I am not one, I am Legions found in the storms forecast
Absorbed, watering them and feeding until all are colorfast
From springs Allium till autumn's Zinnia falls hard and fast
I am raindrops acting out the script for which I'm typecast
Draw me in my friends before we are just pools amassed
Categories:
fallings, flower, growth, rain, spring,
Form:
Monorhyme
Where do fallen leaves go
before the snow
Fallings sliding slithering tutoring spiraling down
to the ground
Environmental meltdown
Decompose composite
Frozen solid
Covered by snow
Bio degraded re-arrange molecules particles
Compacted Marsh
Covered over by temperature in snow
To come back in Spring as grass or rose
11/20/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Categories:
fallings, adventure, allegory, autumn, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
You were born with the Breath of God;
Glory to God in the highest
He was chosen turn off. God's daughter
Glory to God to the highest
This was in 1985
You were born alive
To God be the glory to God to the highest
We are all sinners falling from His face
Through Jesus miraculous Amazing Grace
We can come back to Him
To the father Jehovah Jireh
And through the matter of our individual faith
Abundant Redemption a glorious Trace
We are just all Sinners saved by Jesus Grace
Hallelujah hallelujah
~
It all my wrong choices am I listening to other voices
In my fallings-out your callings
All mine addictions scene convictions
Just minor reflections that I went the wrong direction
Now I decided to follow Jesus
It's not about my slip or fall
It's about if I stay on the ground
Since I'm Heaven bound
When I fall down Jesus gives me a, a lifeline
He forgives me over and over and over again
You my in my spirit soul my queen will you forgive me
My darling...
Dedication
To ARTIST/Painter
Dylan Frese
3/23/20
Categories:
fallings, adventure, analogy, appreciation, encouraging,
Form:
Lyric
Springtime in the snow
Autumn passions colors vivid
Shades of love fondling warm breezes
Sweet nectar of passion leaves leaf
All that matters to me
Ever blessed emerald seas
Cool mist of winter eases
All this matters be
A cool sweet victory secrets tree are waving so
Springtime in the snow
Dew drops fallings on my face
Promised nectar sweet release
Calming lemon rose smells so sweet
So alarming ever charming
All that matter to me
Ever blessed emerald seas
Cool mist of winter eases
All this matters be
A cool sweet victory secrets tree are waving so
Springtime in the snow
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
fallings, adventure, allegory, autumn, winter,
Form:
Lyric