Best Frame Poems
The Middle Time is now upon me,
The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less before
Than all those days that lay within
The sepulcher of careless memory passed,
I apprehend the sometime bitter truth
That evil days approach my door
When much of what I've come to love will bid its leave
As I be forced to gaze aghast
At sights my eyes would fain not see,
When I to faithful hope must cleave.
Yet, what better time than this, the high point of the feast?
That Jester, Youth, has left the table
Leaving us the better able
To speak of things which more befit the greyed brow,
Matters weighty and sublime
Which better suit our natures now, though perhaps in tone more sable
Than such issues as delight the Fool,
Content the simpleminded sow -
Let us worthily pass the time
To Banquet's End, in company merry and refined,
Reviewing all we gained in Life's long school -
Establish what we value most and least,
Then say we fed our souls while yet we dined.
O grieve not that thy step be not so quick nor light
As t'was it's wont to be in bygone days,
Nor pine for carefree, childish ways -
They had their time, and sweet they were,
But now thou hast a surer, measured step
Nobler thoughts - the ones which stay,
Youth for all its joyful folly
Is not a state forever to prefer
To mind and manner better kept
From fancies and seductions strange;
Who but a Fool would be forever jolly
To deny his Midlife's further sight,
It's deeper view, it's wider range?
Form:
On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed red faces
Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid
ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo
Wheel to wheel at the very first corner
Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her
Flo gives her a knowing look
No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook
They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet
Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set
Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter
Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter!
16TH April 2015
Once I saw a lovely frame
Rough and Tumble was its name
It was a captured moment of freedom
A moment of nature at its peak.
I saw the waves in this frame
It's frenzy, won the dancing game
Beautiful blue waters invading brown earth.
The water is like a child; free
Always expanding its width
Yet it is nothing like man
Because It's freedom cannot be restrained
And it has no responsibility to chaos.
It wrecks the beach
Swallows the trees.
It is excited at its freedom.
Freedom again is as the wind
That raises the dust into my eyes
And scatters the dirt at the market place.
Freedom is the black cloud that
Travels with the rain scaring sunshine
With rumbling sound.
I was pleased how my mind's eye
Read the captured moment of time;
Nature in its reign
But I was glad because it was
Rather Freedom, in a frame.
Today...
Let me swirl, let me sway,
I want to whirl my cares away.
Stand by...
Let me float, let me fly,
I want to forget how to cry.
Don't stare...
Let me dance, let me dare,
I want to romance with the air.
Joyride...
Let me groove, let me glide,
I want to move that samba stride.
Soft blush...
Let me reel, let me rush,
I want to feel your gentle brush.
Stroke me...
Let me spin a trot spree,
I want to grin through this boogie.
Alive...
Let me jig, let me jive,
I'm on a whirligig waltz drive.
09.24.17
Based on the painting "She dances in beauty"
by Anna Razumovskaya
Should you carry me, sweet fancy,
Only to descend flat into the ground?
Ashamed, I bear you now
Upon my weary shoulder - the shell of your frame
Ashamed of my name
Ashamed to the grave
March 21, 2015
.....a miner's tale
Entré vous
Was the cry oft-heard
A smile, a nod a welcoming embrace
Now circling high above it's prey
Grand masters seek their earthly throne
From hence to issue writs of folly
Perhaps these humans can be trained
As caution, cast like dandelion fluff
Takes pyre in hearts were once born free
And nod a glance to friends again
Né offer ashes that rise no more
12/11/20
Picture frame
Two Lillies are on the corner of the frame
It was a present to my husband and me
I never really liked it but it is there
For all that visit, to see.
A little boy in a garden so grand
He’s holding a baby and kissing her hand
The baby loves him she smiles up in awe
As she looks up at the little boys jaw.
He is quiet and seems almost shy
But this baby has touched his heart.
Who knows why?
They sit on the lawn content with each other
Their eyes are locked as a sister and brother
They don’t move in this picture of mine
But I can feel the sun on their little backs shine.
This picture frame, I dislike an unwanted gift so ugly
Has pride of place in my room so that I can see
The warmth and the love that emanates
From this picture positioned in the best place.
golden moments kept in frames ~ turn seconds into lifetimes
In
the early
morning sun-
a painted lady
lazes 'ere her day has begun
I lost me somewhere in the map of my life,
yes, I still have the same ivory skin;
lips of cherry pink stained,
but there is more pain in my eyes reflected.
I feel that I could reach out and touch,
the girl in the frame;
brush my finger on her flawless skin and hair,
I want to hold her to my heart;
tell her that I love her and miss her,
to keep me always this girl in the frame;
but the wheels of time grind on and on.
And with not a care,
for aura's that years decay;
I am not the girl in the frame now,
and I wish to turn back the clock of time.
And find this girl in the frame,
that was me once upon a time;
bring her to the here and now and be her,
but, she only dwells in memories floating;
and in a black wood frame.
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September 27, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Me, In The Frame
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1090-207-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Early Dec. 2018 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
I see her picture at the end of my hall
And steady myself by touching the wall
The frame is gaudy as if it has meaning
And it calls to me with each day’s leaning
With purpose I travel to make it straight
As if that picture and I have a date
The old pine floor has a familiar creak
As my worn-out slippers make it speak
The floor it talks as I move to her
It tells of times as they once were
I call that walk, my footsteps of fate
And I listen to them as I make it straight
3/4/18
he watches me and whispers, come- then ... I am within the frame with him
tall among rich loosen soil
scent slight quaver throughout spoiled
sunshine fields, warm smiles it yields
milk pearls trickle drip on silk
nature whispers season turn
tall among rich loosen soil
leaves lay face downward unturned
gnarl old tree kneels its amber
beetle strength squirms in its murk
darkness abandons the moon
curled up in heavens warm croon
tall among rich loosen soil
happiest hours unrevealed
7/23/2021
"in a tipsy frame of mind"
my pen point was swirling and twirling to be
on a romantic adventure so fun and fancy free
with a tipsy turn here and with savoir faire' there
escaping to the Poetry Palace swimming for a "pen-mate" mare.
lo! and behold! being drunk with emotion
my pen jumped a dive in word-infested ocean
it rolled and it stretched; back strokes, as it fetched
on it's clip, hung by hook, the word "love" was etched.
my pen was so excited as another invited
in a drunken stupor, would love be unrequited?
as the black and gold form grew all toasty and warm
came face to face as a SHARPIE did swarm.
the moral is simple: when the love bug soon soars
beware! of the SHARPIE whose inks bolder than yours!
*For Joann Grisetti's Drunken Pen 2 ...
MY PICTURE FRAME
In my picture frame, I count nine
Standing neatly in a row
Two are hers and two are mine
And that accounts for four
Two others are a lady and me
Two pastors make it eight
And that is all that there should be
I count nine – but wait
The ninth one is Christ Jesus
A reflection from His picture on the wall
It's as if He's there to bless us
As we answer to His call
We are there to join two families
So they all shall be as one
And live together in close harmony
After all is said and done
That was eighteen years ago
We're so glad Christ Jesus came
To join us all together
And be in my picture frame
Curtis Moorman
24 November 2011
This is a picture of my wedding day 18 years ago when two families were joined
together in the sight of our Heavenly Father to become one family with Him as
the focal point. That union is still intact today with five (soon to be six) additions.
Writing this poem on Thanksgiving day gives me great pleasure as I give Thanks
and Praise to the One who made it possible.