Best Flown Poems
Angel That Has Flown Far Away
Angel that has flown far away
dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray
for her and yet another kiss
she the Love, her Touch, I so Miss.
This day, heart sees her smile again
my beloved, my dearest friend
I yield to these new falling tears
thankful for her, our blessed years.
She that wakes me every morn
to help heal soul that is so torn
her soft eyes shining so bright
telling me, it will be alright.
Angel that has flown far away.
Dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2022
Sonnet
( dedicated to my beautiful, cherished and beloved wife,
Clarisa Tapican Lindley)
Note-
I woke at 4am. Today is the day of my beloved wife's
Celebration Of Life gathering at her church today, 4-16-2022.
I wrote this poem at 6:24 am while commenting at another forum.
It just came to me in a bright flowing flash.
Into the air I used to lift,
and with the clouds or stars I’d drift. . .
another place, another day.
My flying dreams have flown away.
No longer do I sail to sky
at night when in my bed I lie.
My feet, once wings, have turned to clay
and dreams of flying flown away.
Now sweet night visions in my head
grow fewer. More I dream instead
I’m lost or late. To my dismay,
the flying dreams have flown away.
Oh, where has gone nocturnal bliss,
and how have plans gone so amiss
that now I find my world turned gray
and dreams of flying flown away?
I long to run, leave ground and then
glide up. . . Why can’t I soar again?
I’m tied to earth and brought to bay
now flying dreams have flown away.
And fleeting time has also flown,
so now I only can bemoan
a fantasy I can’t replay
in dreams of flying. . . flown away.
My Sweet Darling, Where Has Thy Spirit Flown
Before me, there a beautiful lady stood
Pray I, my eternal love you see
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die.
You stood there in shimmering light, no shoes
Lost in love's ancient echoes
Graced by skies with multi-colored blues
Resting under my favorite old tree.
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
Never greater shall ever come again
From thy soul, thy true romantic passion drips
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
Place beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
Across earthen sky and mystical realms
Find in our eternity, sweet love.
Stones in the honeyed ring of time
Her tears fell like drops of Spring Rain
She a princess God hath made
Angel with a red rose blowing in her hair.
Myself, armed only with dying flame
Her smile, the quest to once again embrace
Nature's Goddess came to greet
Disappearing ship with shadow at the prow.
O' I wept, tears shattering broken souls
Love truly lost, forever vanishes
Into each night I now endure
Gasping stars look down upon my tired soul.
June 13th, 2017
My Dearest Little One, My How Fast Time Has Flown
My dearest little one, my how fast time has flown
you came and life exploded upon us and in us too
Such trials and tribulations came with your birth
yet now, we find the treasure that is you
the songbird that sings to the TV,
the cowboy shooting loud cap-guns,
the superman, jumping from couch to couch
the little climbing squirrel in the small tree.
Years have past and your greatest gift is you
a gem of magnificent beauty in our hearts and eyes
O' the many deep worries you've put us through
yet, the blessing you are has all that overcame,
for in your eyes rests our souls,
in your hands rests our beating hearts,
in your words we hear our love returned
in your life we find ours blessed and magnified!
My dearest little one, my how fast time has flown
you came and life exploded upon us and in us too
Such trials and tribulations came with your birth
yet now, we find the treasure that is you
the songbird that sings to the TV,
the cowboy shooting loud cap-guns,
the superman, jumping from couch to couch
the little climbing squirrel in the small tree.
October 19th, 2017
Much as I'd like to do what I used to
At 78, my energy has flown
It's really not matter of choice at all
The body decides on it's own
Oh how I wish I still had the energy
As I did just ten years ago
Age has a way of deciding for us
How far our body can go
Must always try to really stay active
Retirement years can be long
Mental abilities stay almost the same
Physically it's a different song
Physical exercise is very important
To maintain our youthful zest
Otherwise the body starts to shut down
And memories are all we have left
© Jack Ellison 2013
Another year has come and gone,
but despite changes, I keep moving on.
I walk a little slower, take time to rest.
still work in the garden, is thought the best
vocation any man can enjoy.
My eyes might dim, and my hair grows thin,
and there’s more wrinkles seen in my skin,
but still I get those thoughts - morn till night,
which are essential for the poems I write.
and a hobby, I always enjoy.
Though the years add up, each day I rise
before the sun appears. Through sleep laden eyes
I watch the world stir, as my brain awakes,
and by imbibing black Java - that’s all it takes
to start another day I’ll enjoy!
Be it Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall,
I relish the change of Seasons - one and all!
For each gives me reason to live each day,
in a manner, that suits me best. This way
I’ll do whatsoe’er I’ll enjoy!
Age levies restrictions, as I know too well,
whilst my years remaining? I cannot tell!
They promise nothing, or what next might fail?
But whatsoever? I’ll fight it tooth and nail,
for life has much to give, that I enjoy!
Though the life I’ve lived, had ups and downs,
with moments of laughter, mixed with frowns!
Life however, remains a priceless commodity,
and every dawning day, remains a mystery,
until fully lived, doing what I enjoy!
Rhymer. November 24th, 2016.
flags at half staff flown
Silent crosses bare wittness....
"Taps" and freedom join
My Holiday choice: Veterans Day
for the contest: Holiday Haiku
Washington DC deeply mourns
Elegance at its best
The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest
The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN”
Nancy Reagan fits that caravan
Social butterfly
Nancy Reagan was her married last name
But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame
Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life
She lived throughout her creed
Her mission was to continue to proceed
Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world
The world’s heart captivated in tears
But her life contributed in having no fears
It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act
This is a true known fact
There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again
Ronald Reagan’s voice did call
I saved you a place to be by my side
Heaven was all prepared
The chariot was set just right
Suddenly there was a strong beaming light
Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright
It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up
I saw two flying Doves
It was each in enduring love
Nancy Reagan will be missed
She left an enriched and embraced life
But she also states, don’t mourn long for me
I am at rest in a place I want to be
Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see
But I want you to remember me as Nancy
You know, the one into fashion and fancy
My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED
This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived
Her devotion in time that she would normally give
Her motto, Live on, but be involved
The world’s problems, just try to solve
My legacy of who I was speaks for itself
Don’t think of me like everybody else
As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life
A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong
I hear music in my arrival
I hear singing of joy
My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still
I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
Here I sit, diving into some wits,
my mind over, at this time
Looking for some intellect to jot down
Then, I came across these words in my mind.
It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can seek
They were good times, and bad times, passed.
Though the journey hard
Those times have I flown
I have no more misery
That need to hold out in my storms.
Those times have defined I,
And these words, as I write
It's time to find an end to my fray,
As I, last write.
Grandma’s Flown the Coup!
Has anyone here seen Grandma?
We’ve been searching high and low
It’s time she joined the seniors’ home
Burt she doesn’t want to go
She packed up all her make-up
Paid her Botox bill in full
Her kids think she should act her age
She thinks that that’s bull!
Her hair salon is worried
Her dye job is almost due
She comes like clockwork every week
They’ll miss the revenue
The old age club is miffed
She never joins the group
And tries to lure the rest of them
To come and fly the coop!
Last week she went dancing
And partied all night long
Then someone handed her a mike
And she sang a bawdy song
Please help us to find Grandma
She’s getting much too bold
She decided she’s too young for us
For she’s never growing old!
Copyright© 2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
‘tis dusk and I am sitting all alone
while watching sun sink slowly in the west;
the autumn air is chilling to the bone,
and leaves my spirit feeling quite depressed.
As umber leaves are falling from the trees,
and forming somber blanket on the ground;
I ponder days gone by in hopes to seize
a fleeting glimpse of faded youth abound.
Recalling springtime and its warmer days
while playing in the meadow all in bloom,
and teeming with red poppies all ablaze,
but now too late these mem’ries to exhume.
Alas, sweet bird of youth has flown away
as I remain here aging in dismay.
May 2, 2019
I didn't notice as I went.
I wasn't keeping score.
Each new day in its sameness was
just like the one before.
I thought there would be many more
tomorrows in my glass.
Using it improvidently,
I idly let time pass.
The mirror now reveals to me
how older I have grown.
I'd like to have them back again,
those days I used to own.
Now that future days are fewer,
I try to crowd each one;
on this day a trace of kindness
and here a bit of fun.
Storing memories while I can
as each day passes on,
will be the way to keep them,
when most of them are gone.
Dearest sister, if you are reading this- I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
the stone that marks my decaying bones,
where my writing ever moans . . .
though muse is now a sweet bird flown.
Plant me flowers and come often to see how they have grown,
a mortal, bird now sings in all seasons from the trees up above.
Sister, could you set my words free with love?
Take them to a mountain top and let them soar and drift.
My last words- "Time on earth was so beautiful but too swift."
_____________________________
June 30, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'A Bird Flown'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1121-417-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard Contest 570,
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
In the no-fly zone
on a summer’s day
There was a groan
As pink came our way
I threw a bone
at the rabble and the fray
A pig has flown!
Someone yelled so gay
There was a moan
From my cousin Ray
He tried to get prone
On that summer’s day
A pig has flown!
In the no-fly zone!
You should have heard his tone!
I grabbed up my phone.
Took a photo of a drone
And a haggard crone
Fell over a stone
In that weird fly zone
A pig has flown! Someone yelled.
A pig has flown! The lie was not dispelled.
A pig has flown in the no fly-zone.
I rolled my eyes and headed home.
.
The echoes of children's
giggles and chuckles
have faded away down
the long tunnel of time.
Quiet, the old house
is now unbearably hollow,
as though the very life of it
has just been sucked out.
The living room is now
an empty nest longing
for birds that haven't
lost their throaty songs.
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