Best Faulkner Poems
Tell me
how did we get here
at a swishing swapping party?
(The voices echo in emptiness)
Bubbly cheerful and happy, naked and raw
forever bachelors Larry and Harry,
and the hot mom and the pool boy
go flash dancing with dawn!
Be warned, winkydinks
I had a Martini: ok, maybe four
I don't accept or understand
the drunken Socrates and his ouzo -
he’s the beast with eyes too kind!
What was it like back then ...
on being offered cheese as a dessert -
my blue cheese is a dark, reddish brown ...
Did you know
Hell hath no donuts !
20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
7/18/19
Titles Used -
Tell Me - Poem by Ilene Bauer
How Did We Get Here D M Babbit
at ‘A Swishing Swapping Party’ by Paul Callus
The Voices Echo in Emptiness by Eve Roper
Bubbly Cheerful And Happy by Anne-lise Andresen
Naked And Raw by Maurice Yvonne
Forever Bachelors Larry and Harry by Carolyn Devonshire
The Hot Mom and The Pool Boy by Tim Smith
Flash dancing with dawn! by Connie Marcum Wong
Be warned, winkydinks by Gershon Wolf
I Had a Martini: Ok, Maybe Four by Lin Lane
I Don't Accept or Understand by Dear Heart
The Drunken… by Pashang Salehi
Socrates and his Ouzo by Arthur Vaso
The Beast with Eyes Too Kind by Andrea Dietrich
What was it like back then by Curtis Moorman
On being offered cheese as a dessert by Nina Parmenter
My Blue Cheese is a Dark, Reddish Brown by Mike Gentile
Did you Know by Alexis Y
Hell Hath No Donuts by Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
faulkner, humorous, poetry, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Beholding aspirations of the marigold sky I sailed
As hushed purple dawn was rising above the bay
Glinting platinum hued tides bouncing off the quay
While the boat turned, in quandary of the unknown,
Cognizant that discarded memories had returned
To quiver bruised emotions on gold dusted ripples.
Was that you, my dear, longingly saying hello
From our quaint cottage on glazed verdant shore
Crooning praises of your glittering rose bouquet
Where gilded rays refracted, sparkling magenta vase
Sitting atop embroidered tablecloth you made,
Graciously standing there in welcoming poise
Happy that you rearranged life, just as it once was,
Having removed all clues of our interrupted past
When penance of remorse sought brand new start.
I recognized ruby vows you sprinkled on daybreak
Bashful, as twinkles of smile glistened your face,
Seductive in whiff of perfume blazing memory lane~
Indeed it was you pledging promise of a new day!
February 15, 2021
Placed 3rd: Mind your P’s and Q’s poetry contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
faulkner, emotions, feelings, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I love to ride in morning breeze
On paths surrounding forest trees
To share the scent of pine fresh air
Where fine mist lingers in my hair.
My steed is white with soft gray nose
We gallop on through drifting snows,
As snow drops settle soft and light
To make our morning spirit bright.
We stop to rest near mountain crest
And view an eagle's flight to nest
High above in a lofty pine,
To dwell in nature quite divine.
I lift my eyes into the skies
While bathed in colors of sunrise,
And watch how sun beams, fleeting flees,
My horse and I amidst the trees.
3-29-20
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner |
*A revision from an older poem.
Categories:
faulkner, horse, snow, tree, winter,
Form:
Couplet
Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...
Oh, Polly loves the water so, her family loves it, too,
Always tepid, crystal clear, and bright Bahamian blue.
It may seem quite unusual, for swine to EVER swim,
Stranger still, what Polly does as day is growing dim.
Tho' she loves the water, her favorite thing's the sky,
Yes, Polly has a special gift, as she knows how to FLY!
She tries to keep it quiet, not upstage her family's act,
For many are the tourists that swimming pigs attract.
She always waits until the sun is far 'neath the horizon,
A canopy of midnite stars is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to fly is when the moon is full and pale,
The Caribbean breezes are what curl her piglet tail ...
Winging 'neath the Milky Way, riding moonbeams, bright,
Spinning with a loop-the-loop, doing pirouettes in-flight.
To dive and tickle wave-tops and make her hoof-trails glow,
To Hop from cloud to puffy cloud - count islands far below.
Her family thinks she's "flighty", and rather out-of-hand
But any pig who doesn't fly, isn't apt to understand ...
She loves to be with family and friends upon the beach,
But Polly's home is with the sky, soaring reach-to-reach.
So, if you someday make that trip to Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock, rest your feet, and watch the sky a while.
You may not catch her flying, very few have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky, WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice Light Verse (Wit, Humor, Wordplay, Puns)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Honoring Dr Seuss" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
faulkner, animal, fantasy, flying, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Love Stanzas
I write of celestial moons and flying carpet rides,
Of seasonal hues and rising tides.
I write when golden sunlight fills the skies,
And emerald hills enchant my waking eyes.
When the aroma of thulian roses scents the air
And wind blows the willows like Pele’s hair.
I write of all things that remind me of you,
How I’m sheltered by your shadow in all I do.
When I hear the sweet call of a turtle dove,
I smile at your deep amorous voice I love.
You are always the one after forty years
Though we've endured a few hardships and tears,
It strengthened our bond as we grew old
Our wedding vows seemed to be written in gold.
You put my feelings first and I reciprocate
I cherished the fact that you were my soulmate.
When moonlight gleams on our island sea
Our love songs still echo eternally.
The love we shared remains pristine and pure
When our souls combined to forever endure.
8-29-22
I write because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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7-17-22 Rev.
~First Place~
Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
_________________________________________
8-31-18
Still the One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner ~7th Place~
* Thulian is a rose pink shade
Categories:
faulkner, anniversary, devotion, love, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
The art and delight of shade
expressions of gold buds bursting green
untrimmed garden’s lush expression
describe this eternal lease on passion
Nothing is temperate about soul’s possession
Mother said, “ Heaven is a Garden of flowers,
where we’ll always be beautiful.
A Summer's Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Honorable Mention
Categories:
faulkner, beautiful, heaven, summer,
Form:
Verse
Just where have the weeks gone
Another year has whizzed past
No New Years resolution, I'd only break it
Unless it’s to meet George Clooney
Ah fiddlesticks he’s married now!
Romance is off the cards
Yeah, but a girl can dream!
January Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
NB I have never made a New Year's Resolution, this is just a standing joke with my husband
1/1/19
Categories:
faulkner, celebrity, humorous, new year,
Form:
Acrostic
In her eyes, I saw love eternal a mesmeric maternal with a seismic smile
For in her tears I saw life’s pain as she would restrain her turbulent trial
In her eyes, I saw a selfless soul as she kept control in her daily mazy mile
For within her silent stare a pensive prayer the solitudes of her immobile
~~~
In her eyes, I saw the light of God as I stood and awed at her internal being
Amidst her inner thoughts, a mind tied in knots of a heart fluttering fleeing
In her eyes, I saw myself a distant dust on a shelf before her final sleeping
For in her eyes of May that soon faded away until our next mystic meeting.
In honor of the first day of May, this contest is for your best poem from LAST May. So it must be dated, from 5/01 to 5/31 of 2018. Minimum 3 lines, maximum of 14 lines. Any topic except political and religious, please.
Originally posted May.11.2018
Contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen
In Memory of my Mom~Emma...May.16.1941~Oct.24.2017
May her memory live forever
Repost...May.02.2019
Memories of May Poetry
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
N/A for contest
Categories:
faulkner, best friend, mother, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
Horses in battle with valor showed
In ancient times when conflicts rose
On mighty steeds warriors rode
Swords at the ready to vanquish foes
Modern battles by machines are run
Which allowed the equines to have more fun
Running wild running free
Enjoying a new destiny
In verdant pastures horses roam
Grazing under azure skies
Spending days in serenity's home
Having toiled to earn this prize
3-11-2020
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
faulkner, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Watching old newsreels sadness washes over me
Highstepping horses, gentle eyes transformed in fear
valiantly charging under men that could not yield
Amid the noise of cannons, over the death-filled battle-field ,
sides flecked with foam, so far from home,
somehow they know how desperate is this final charge
hoofbeats pounding, hearts bursting, falling in their stride
Now the faded image shows a glory past and gone
Yet we must remember them and how their courage shone
Lest we forget the horses, or the majesty of them
In solemn re-enactment we must remember them
And grant a special place in paradise where they can roam.
Written for the Australian war horses that went overseas
and never returned
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner
Placed 4th.
Categories:
faulkner, appreciation, eulogy, freedom, history,
Form:
Ballade
Words On The Go - playfully plying wordplay
A Reverse Rant, not averse to a terse verse
sublime rhymes of the times, no Writer's Block to unlock
a poem off the shelf To My Teenage Self
Who Would I Bring Back? We the People, our Secret Selves
The Transcendent Ms Vincent beckons Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
to leave his shell and ride Arabians to Zebras
and write Cities of Sonnets, Graduations, Fascinations, alliterations
and Heartache's Milkshakes that take the cake
it's the Little Things that give her wings
as dulcet words awake and sing
we open our peepers For The Silence Keepers
Dressing Up Silly Words to spring forth, sing forth, bring forth
her streams of Dreams and April themes
of Pondering Poetry or Roses Of Agony
A Kindness where once was Emptiness:
Two Roses, a September Serenade of Green Anniversaries
made a parade for the maid in the waylaid shade
uncommon comments - the recipe is reciprocity
Her Legacy, Her Epitaph: a tear, a smile, a laugh
you write of The Stars -
of this mystical, magical, mythical, metaphysical
wonderful world of whirled words
If Only You Knew you help us to see
what Poems Can Be
// In tribute to the inimitable style of our wonderful poetess and Solitary Scribbler, Michelle Faulkner, in honor of Your Birthday on the 8th day of this Brief November: thank you, my artistry sibling, for your "rage of kindness, blinding your grieving ghosts". Keep writing and inspiring ~ John]
[Capitalized words are titles of poems by Michelle]
Categories:
faulkner, birthday, happy,
Form:
Free verse
I have a cat that wears no hat;
though her paws do love to bat,
her mice and balls,
all through my hall.
A clever cat,
a feisty cat,
I made her a nice catnip rat;
my hyper-active tabby cat.
A cat with tail all poofed and fluffed;
her claws are never, ever rough;
they’re so sharp and needle-like;
my god, they’re really more like spikes!
All through the night she bounds and plays;
sometimes in a catnip haze.
All day long she’s in a snooze;
fortunately, she doesn’t drink any booze.
I know she’s been on my computer,
looking for a kitty-suitor.
The claw marks on my keyboard tell,
without me hearing her collar bell.
Her favorite website, “Kitten Caboodle”;
actually sells tuna noodles.
I know because my credit card,
had more than thirty orders charged!
A confrontation did ensue;
she wound up with her ego bruised.
Pouting cat took paws that bat,
took out her frustration on catnip rat.
I tell you honestly,
I tell you true;
be grateful she doesn’t
belong to you.
Written 3-7-19
For Contest: "Honoring Dr. Seuss Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
faulkner, animal, cat, cute, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
Hilltops pierced the dusky fog like islands
As soft a horse came swimming thru the mist
Pausing to consider its intentions
I stood there hypnotized and still as death
Thus its beauty quelled my apprehensions
And naught there was but magic in its breath
Like the grand Bucephalus he gestured
Nodding with his head for me to follow
With the trails deep in the brume and vestured
Held no greater hopes until the morrow
Building in my gut were pangs of hunger
Outside the hopes of finding further aid
Sixty and not getting any younger
My future hinged on choices to be made
Little left to lose I started hiking
Just steps behind the stallion as he led
Even in the dark his hide was striking
His color white as sheets and purely bred
On we walked for miles through the night, dim
Until I spied some farm lights further on
Stopping to remember him and thank him
But searching through the darkness ... he was gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Some Paradise Where Horses Go" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Eight Words Challenge - 24 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's, via cliche' tool at PoetrySoup.com )
Categories:
faulkner, animal, horse, mystery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
His mane is long and he is very proud
He neighs and roars and laughs so very loud
Always blissfully joyful as could be
Many funny stories he shares with me
My dear horse loves day and night to prance
Forever asks me won’t you learn to dance
Whenever he decides to come to life
That’s when he asks me to become his wife
I stop I look I laugh and laugh some more
I know we would be happy to the core
Under the setting sun just him and me
But you should know that I am only three
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 11, 2020 for contest SOME PARADISE WHERE HORSES GO sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally submitted on March 10, 2018
Categories:
faulkner, children, cute love, fantasy,
Form:
Quatrain
The summer breeze whispers goodbye
As leaves quiver to its mournful sigh
Beneath a somber platinum sky
The perfume from jasmine drifts by
Autumn's quaint allure belies its sullen mood
Keeping its poise as seasons unfold
It's "indian summer" days are winter's prelude
Caught in a quandary between seasons hot and cold
But autumn's visage shows no penance for summer's end
As waves rise with the wind by the quay
The flames of the dying sun soon descend
As summer slowly fades away
2-14-21
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
faulkner, autumn, summer,
Form:
Rhyme