Best Fells Poems
when winter woke and dealt its hand
it froze the heart of cumberland
as icy air dispersed in spades
to twist and cut like razor blades.
small pools of water turned to glass
to shine like diamonds in the grass
while freezing sprays from waterfalls
formed icicles on wet stone walls.
when nature's breath turned all air warm
the earth embraced another form:
the snow that fell - now sadly gone
decked out a land that looked as one.
if elements of that year's weather
could club the fells and fields together
why can't mankind just do the same
and follow suit - and raise its game?
Categories:
fells, england, nature, snow, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
swift, swift, the rills do run
swift, from high the mountain
swifter, tho', the running years
flowing through life's fountain
creep, creep, the brumal mists
creep 'midst fells and highlands
creeping 'round the peaks and years
mem'ries drowned like islands
drift, drift, my dreams to sea
drift, like thought and feather
drifting toward a mortal bloom
thick with highland heather
sleep, sleep, at last to dream
sleep, bides blessed and meek
sleep, come press a kiss goodbye...
so sweet, now... 'pon my cheek.
Categories:
fells, analogy, appreciation, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The air is shivered; to displacements whim.'
From the Ides of heaven’s sphere
As smote was the skin of a cosmic drum
Throbbing walls of pressure ‘push in’.
Then down as silvered mail, are droplets thrown
Disgorged from Yahweh’s mighty quiver
Descending on, and over all creation
Glistening in sheaves, and slivers;
Igniting the energy of growth, in plant
Grass, rock and tree, a heavy hissing static falls
Across the fells, and far flung seas.
To drop.. and dropping… under and upon'
Darkling pines, also the great lakes waters.
Lozenged globes, reflective, scatter liquid light
In manifold freshening beads, too… carouses
Aloft in choruses; the damp clad whistling breeze.
Laurel leaves pendle and sway in harmony
and glistening mid-hued green, as sun bursts shine to
Kiss the rain, all embellishing; in tenebristic reverie.'
©Joe Maverick 25-2-2013
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Categories:
fells, seasons,
Form:
Prose
last letter to you
Because from next moment,
I will not be there to live..>
Categories:
fells, betrayal, black love, cry,
Form:
Narrative
Grumble-rumble raises hairs on my arms.
Air so crisp it crackles lightening forms.
Whoop the wind scrambles and mell pells,
the stationary earth shivers before it fells.
Scrubbed clean like a naughty, naughty, child,
the twigs and brush scatter, the cat's beguiled.
Cone flowers pink petals lap dance the lawn.
Gray chittering squirrels hide 'tween rooted forms.
Whhhhhoooooosh the gully washer's display,
the sizzling pop of the auto’s fine splay.
The gutters are gargeling spitting a flume,
and, ah the relief from heat such a boon.
Mother nature in all her majesty
has made the day just right for me!
Categories:
fells, nature
Form:
Sonnet
Deep within the highland mists, white heather, bright adorning,
I last beheld those flaring eyes, though tender as the borning.
I'd gone a-hiking, early snow, 'midst headland slopes and fells -
Their lullabies e'er sang to me - far flung from towns and dells.
She haunted castle ruins there, made home its ravaged posts,
And spun her ballet in its bones, round-towers dark as ghosts.
That chilled All-Hallows Eve, I slept within its crumbling seams,
And woke to moon and her above, clothed soft in just its beams.
Oh, never did I swim one soul 'twas sweet and broad as she,
Like plunging deep in starlight, and drowning 'midst that sea.
The whitest heather ever known could not, like her, entrance,
No swirling of the swiftest stream would match her lover's dance.
I saw my breath by moonlight, yet none came from her form,
And while a frost was growing thick, I'd never felt as warm.
Thus as we reached crescendo, I clamped tight both my eyes,
Then opened them to find her gone ... no moon, just barren skies.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Halloween Moon" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
fells, fantasy, passion, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
Bubbles out the cloudy bong,
torpid girl, sings happy song,
Drug addiction, fells the fair,
flays the soul, with flaxen hair
Fiery liquid, bubbles on,
spoon’s dreams, blossom on
Absent friends, no help to find,
all now busy, with daily grind
In the night, when rain swift falls,
a friendly angel, stops and calls
Her darling hand and blossomed hair,
searches father in despair
Alas his searching comes too late,
and angels guided to her fate.
Rests the blossoms on her grave,
mischievous, rain bubbles, blithely wave
And here’s a life that spoke no ill;
needle’s death, so cruelly kill.
Written 30/03/2015 for "Blossoms and Bubbles" contest.
Categories:
fells, death, drug,
Form:
Couplet
War is declared
the field is set
blood-filled pawns on a chess set
with the flag raised and weapons primed
for our disposable heroes
their time is nye
the stone cross roads and the moistest fells
warmed from the flames of hell
a piercing stare across the room
office politics contempt and gloom
man climbing man
the mountain to the alpha male
man climbing man
bullying on a sliding scale
violent words and painful cries
webs of sin and deadly lies
the new boy blues will settle in
who cares what race or fat or thin
don’t go crying to the boss
your tearful eyes cost you your job
portraying weakness and insomnia
bloodshot breath with a sour spike
man climbing man
the mountain to the alpha male
man climbing man
bullying on a sliding scale
Categories:
fells, song-
Form:
Verse
Imperative of a fallen star.
Discouraged from afar.
A shot goes out from a horizontal space.
One more bullet in the human race.
Cascade of resonance.
Death death dance dance.
As a tributary of a river swells.
From the omega to the frozen fells.
Pedantry to a broken rule.
A selfish way to act the fool.
Randomness is a means to a start.
An earthquake beats unto my heart.
Finally I see the end.
Error repeat delete and send.
Categories:
fells, visionary
Form:
Rhyme
Watcher ...
he wandered the mists
the high fells of Scottish countryside
wrapped in robes of their own wan light
aglow like the full of the moon
and aback a white Arabian stallion.
He commanded the brume and twilight shivers
and could cleave sunlight with his sword
turning noon to midnight in a swipe
filling the fells with dreamy fog
that, tales say, was the essence of enchantment
transforming the deepest darkness
to a glistening, pearly wonderland
where starlight suffused everything and everyone
and the grandest of dreams were realized
by breathing that glimmering haze
waves of joyous euphoria saturating your being
filling your soul with confidence and care
and drowning the spirit with happiness and love
until nothing mattered but that light ...
not even the realization that your life was over
and your soul was now happily ...
horridly ...
His.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New 22, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
fells, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.
Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.
Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass
Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws
Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.
Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.
Categories:
fells, analogy, angel, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Falling shades and bolder tones,
now are wreathed
across the glen and over the fells,
exposed rocks show like earths bones
currents of subtle air glow,
host to an ultra-violet dispersal
as iridescent colours inflow,
drawings, from a well of inspiration
my God alone does know.
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Categories:
fells, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.
The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.
The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.
The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
the weak in life are only dreaming of.
Categories:
fells, angst, black african american,
Form:
Sonnet
Rain
Water
Trees
Leaves
Felled trees
Paper
Pen
Poetry
About
Nature and trees
Circles
Notes: When a builder/capitalist fells a tree to build a house, hes bad, When a poet fells a tree to write about a capitalist, he is an environmentalist!
Categories:
fells, beautiful, beauty, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love!
He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.
“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….
My sweet little doll,
I will love you till my death…
And I will carve a heavenly doll,
For you to sleep with….My angel…”
The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
Oh, the youthful pleasure!
The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.
Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…
“Not yet, my love, not yet ….
I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
THE END©Anees Rahman
Categories:
fells, birth, dad, daughter, death,
Form:
Free verse