Best Freer Poems
Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea
Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or by poet's word
in that a life mystery there gave birth
from those youthful days and innocent mirth
pray I, joy again of a much freer me
with swifter rescue from despair's aching sea!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep
whilst in my pleadings- I beg for much more
than unjust solitude on a foreign shore
remember what you asked me to swear
now failure- my loss more than I can bear
may I sworn rendezvous now truly keep
and you forgive me before my final sleep!
Fated were the blues of that darkest day
perhaps even these words I must now say
you my darling, were everything to me
but of freedom's needs, we could not agree
I that sought far, far more than was my due
live now despondent despair missing you
can you feel intense pain of this broken heart
with your tender heart gift us a restart
gift our lives, treasure of renewed love
so again, we may kiss 'neath Heavens above!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep?
R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976
Romanticism,
( The Sorrows Of A Love Lost )
Old note,
July 17th, 1976
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New Note: 6-14-2021
This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems.
Another time that in my youth I went far astray
I when looking back, see it like it was yesterday
And can yet again feel the pangs of a love destroyed
This may now, see the bright cleansing light of day
From wild youth, when I once let my vanity hold sway.
Decided to not edit this, leave it as was written when in
throes of deepest sorrows, heart was cut to shreds..
Categories:
freer, art, fate, introspection, life,
Form:
Romanticism
Once upon an ancient time,
in long gone languid days,
when distant misted myths bechanced
in lovely rhym'ed ways,
when time was so much freer,
less allotted to the minute,
‘twas then the mighty Big Mac got the gherkin in it.
The night was one made fit for gods,
and stars made white the sky,
and drunk, dylsexic old McDonald
sang Oh Eee, Oh Eee, I.
His greatest yet creation
sat on his barbie plate,
it was the mighty Big Mac with no inkling of its fate.
McDonald thought the pattie lacked
a certain...
Il ne savait pas.
He decided what he'd give it was this green thing from a jar.
But Big Mac cried out, ‘Hang about!
I like the way I am!
And I think that what I need the least is a prostate gland exam.'
McDonald growled, ‘Don't be a sook!
It's not gonna hurt a bit.
Just close your eyes and grit your teeth and keep loose where you sit.'
Big Mac firmly grasped his bun
and held it really tight,
he had Phallicvegiephobia and would resist with all his might.
But McDonald was too smart by far,
Big Mac was not his match,
the old bloke snuck up from behind to by surprise him catch.
Beneath an unsuspecting arm
he gave a little tickle,
the burger gave a little laugh and got a little pickle...
So the Big Mac we all know today
was born of subterfuge.
And although the gherkin in it aint really all that huge,
remember that it's only there
by the skullest of skullduggery,
and that bit we discard's the fruit
of midnight burger buggery.
Categories:
freer, humorous, old, time,
Form:
Ballad
Rain drizzling on the window pane
Sullen moments, filled with melancholy
Wishes glued to hopes of sunshine
Rays washing away the storm clouds,
The gray day – the tempestuous darkness
Nothing in life ever felt quite as dismal
As the overcast moments when I was left
To my own devices, my own pretenses
Inside the house, where nothing felt as pleasant
As the wonders, the wildness, of the outdoors
As gloom settled into my pores, releasing
Me from the melted boredom, the dullness
Inside, where I only had a tv, books, board
Games and, of course, those imaginary departures
From those homemade paper airplanes…
Who soared, eagerly, riotously – toward destinations
Unknown, into cities and towns where I felt
The racing of my pulse as my heart sped zealously
Reminding me that this was a journey, a freedom
Far freer than any other I had been on…
For this was the flight that would take me –
Into kingdoms, fantasies, imaginary places
Where I could build fictional metropolises
Fantastic castles – rich and amazing moments
That were colored in hues of fanciful inventions
From a mind who was irked by the dismal wet weather
PAPER AIRPLANES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
August 12, 2022
Categories:
freer, adventure, dream, fantasy, flying,
Form:
Free verse
St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon
It’s grand opening, today
“Poetry Kids” reciting poems
Perfect for honoring the mission
Of this humble man, preacher, and scholar
It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day
Celebrate the great works he
Did for the Civil Rights Movement
Come and see our gallery
Recitals of Dr. King’s “We Shall Over Come”
“The Dream” his glorious words
That all men are created equal
Representing love and non-violence
We are serving MLK’s favorite foods
MLK was a minister, father, husband
And a son of the South
Here are the foods he loved to eat
Classic Southern foods we all love
A big Sunday meal
Southern delicacies
Fried Chicken
Sweet Potatoes
Pickled Eggs
Smothered Steak
Macaroni and Cheese
Collard Greens
Warm buttermilk cornbread
Quilly-Dr. King’s mother’s recipe
Pecan Pie
Where do we go from here?
Dr. King because of you, we are
Fairer and freer than in your time
Bigotry began to fade
More justice for all
Progress has been made
Dr. Martin Luther King,
You’ll march on in our spirits
Dr. Martin Luther King`s dream lives on
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend--Martin Luther King Jr.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends—Martin Luther King Jr.
Categories:
freer, appreciation, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
the mind
flees
any prison
that traps
the body,
for it is
f r e e...
no tether
can keep it
tied down.
it can never be
fenced in
or caged
within four walls.
it has feathers
that can't be plucked
it's free to roam
to soar
with sturdy wings
that can't be clipped;
freer than
any bird that can fly!
it goes places
they can't follow.
it's so free...
like wind
blowing
every which way
Categories:
freer, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
An orphan dressed in sin stained clothes,
I was lost and without a clue,
until Jesus freed me from all sin's woes,
washed me clean and made me new,
a miracle sure and true.
Like a caterpillar morphs into a butterfly,
I was changed, I was born again.
On wings of faith I now can fly,
no more a slave to sin,
freer than I've ever been.
No longer an orphan, I'm a child of God,
safe and secure in His love,
and while I remain on this earthly sod,
I will fix my eyes on things above,
and rejoice in His unfailing love.
1/16/16
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new
creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"
2 Corinthians 5:17
For Olive's "I'm Not Ashamed of the Gospel"contest
5th place
Categories:
freer, bible, change, faith,
Form:
Quintain (English)
seal with a kiss ...
a love song
at first glance
of song and dance
his eyes caught her twine
she was more than divine
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a different bred
but he liked her lead
she was tomboyish
all over than lavish
at first glance
of song and dance
she was bikes in mud
more than perfume in suds
polyesters and tank tops
than finer dress shops
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a bowl of country soup
a little of this, a little of that
she could outdo your lips
without any slips
at first glance
of song and dance
she had look and providence
rode the island in consonance
she had a chime and a chant
that can make men pant
at first glance
of song and dance
in his dreams he took her hand
together they stand
bare backs they scratch
an egg is hatched
at first glance
of song and dance
love is in the air
package with care
seal with a kiss
swim, swim in bliss
on the horizon
of song and dance
two little seals swim
windless of cares and whims
freer to be as one
happy that life begun
on the open sea
of song and dance
there the seals be
volleying a ball of glee
like words, from noses to noses
in the end, words turn to roses
on the setting sun
of song and dance
the first glance, a spark
a chance rose from the dark
together they sing along
to morning dawns
connie pachecho
1/30/17
Categories:
freer, allusion, beauty, romantic, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Once I sailed the Oceans,
braving the blue cold water
like a restless young shark,
sea monsters meant naught
and mermaids sang to me....
Once I flew thru the Skies
freer than any eagle could,
seeing the world below
as heaven laid out for me
while I soared and soared....
Once I walked the Earth,
a small giant, a large grin,
as men stepped back
and women came forward....
But now Time's tempered
my once hot iron and cooled
my fevered brain, and God
has wrung me inside out
till my soul shone its brilliance
and I hid my old face in shame,
in shame, in shame....
Heaven and Hell are both gifts,
now I can see, fruit of the same tree,
the one Adam, Eve were told to flee....
And God gives so much, so much, and
so many chances, so many, many chances....
Categories:
freer, allusion, analogy, appreciation, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Bone Lady.
Pippa Gray
If you have come for romance, please leave.
Follow the fireflies and they will lead you
back through the woods, to your manmade path.
There is no sweetness or solace here.
I am a thunderstorm, a fierce force of nature.
My heart is a patchwork quilt of tattered skins,
Hand stitched with lengths of bloodied sinew.
I shall decline your perfumes and silken robes.
For I have my bones.
I throw them upon my thighs and listen
as they whisper of your future.
The dark to come,
Creeping in through the corners, from all directions,
To disturb the parts of you, that you refuse to examine.
As for necklaces or gold
I have no time for tin trinkets.
My jewels are mustika pearls,
Dug with my hands from the corpses of snakes and foals, from red fox remains and oak tree roots. As I roll them in my palm,
their spirits share secrets such as you'll never know.
There's no polite conversation in this space.
Tell me of your descent into madness,
Where your mind wandered through worlds
not known in your pleasant awareness.
Where your limbs were torn apart by
winged shadow creatures,
Who devoured your flesh.
Do not ask to stay the night.
For salamanders sleep with me,
Gliding through the embers of the fire,
caressing my skin with their warm licking tongues.
And my journeys to the other worlds
are not to be disturbed by lonely, snoring men.
I am not to be rescued or conquered.
For I am vast, unchained...
Indeed, freer than you could ever hope to be!
You there, shrinking, stinking in your self imposed conformity,
while you weep at night for the lost parts of your soul.
They flew, my friend!
To be with the talking swans in the faery glen,
Where they could live the life that they deserved...
I spoke with them in the lowerworld!
And they do not wish to be returned to you anytime soon!
So leave quickly while you can.
Return to the old sprung bed where you were born,
Before you are forever changed
by the reflection in my eyes.
For once awoken,
You can never sleep soundly again.
Categories:
freer, magic, mystery, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
O, to be a cloud and wander the skies untethered,
freer than any bird, as free as the wild winds,
changing shape endlessly, effortlessly, easing
from a stallion to a lion to a bear in the minds
of open-eyed children who love the clouds and
love to watch the clouds as they dance the sky....
Children and clouds, clouds and children--
a love affair that ends as childhood ends
and the once children, now grown-ups can
no longer see a living menagerie way, way
up high where only the purest hearts may go.
Categories:
freer, appreciation, beauty, childhood, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
A baby is born ~ O Joy! O Joy!
A baby is born ~ O Joy! O Joy!
At the moment of birth it's completely dependent
on its parents
No one would contest it...
After a few months it begins to coo
And shortly thereafter, to say goo-goo
And not much later doo-doo and moo-moo
Then onward to ga-ga, ma-ma and da-da
--Yet it's still so dependent on its parents
No one would contest it...
And when the child can go pee-ee
And even dress itself at age three
It's the first big step toward independence
--No one would contest it...
Talking, walking, running, jumping,
Climbing, hiking, swimming and diving,
Daring and driving, dating and mating,
So much to be anticipating.
Once helpless, the babe has spread its wings
Able to do so many wondrous thiings
On its own and independent
--No one would contest it...
Yet as the child becomes a man
Growing into someone who truly CAN
He leaves behind him something far more precious
Though some would say that 'tis tendentious.
For what's left behind is his dependence
on his parents, once his Godlike guides
But now flung aside as he acceleratess
They fade into the distance to commiserate.
The man-child feels that now he's free
When truth be told, please believe,
He's declared himself not beholden
To parents or God, concepts quaint and olden
To be alone in a world so cold and cruel
That Trouble will greet him
When he runs out of fuel
For what is life but a delicate flower
Nurtured on high every hour
Stretching its petals
To the One Above
To its Creator in Heaven,
The Respository of Love.
Are we any different? Are we any freer?
Do we think we can hide from the Heavenly Seer?
As we cast off the yoke of our parents as burdens
And regard our Creator as a 'Glorified Warden?"
**********
When afflictions or age suddenly ravage us
And in His fury doth God choose to savage us
Only then are remembered our parents,
Our best and only true friends,
~Who tried to save us from an ignominious end.
Categories:
freer, baby, child, freedom, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Feelings of gratitude for you
Have changed me thick and through.
Thinking about you all of the time
Enlightens my attitude towards love and life.
Feelings of gratitude for you
Have shone light into the room of my soul.
Thinking of all the ways I could help you,
Opens my eyes to a higher truth.
Feelings of gratitude for you
Are as silent as light, hidden behind clouds of my own making.
Thinking of how much I've grown,
All because of the love we've shared and shown.
Feelings of gratitude for you
Are what make me feel so in love with you.
Thinking about how we could be.
Now since I am less lonely and freer (to be me).
Categories:
freer, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Silence the moon
With all its cravings for you,
Seducing moments, crafting reasons
Envisioning the time
When you will be together at last,
Erasing the fears, the tears
Balancing laughter and grief,
Stealing the heart, resembling
Beautiful wings – firefly dreams
Fantasies breathing out wonders,
Into the shifting shadows, the inklings
When moonlight reflects the image
of grace – in its expression, glistening
like inspiration, throwing off the bonds,
freeing the spirit to sing,
like a smile, a truth, the sweetest mile,
traveled – a journey…
beyond the whimsical,
beyond the wistful,
beyond the wishful –
a journey for the heart to take…
when all else fails, the moon rises
once again, remembering its date with you,
a heart who is true to the calling
it’s song, a voice in light – soft and graceful,
falling over the darkness, whispering
praises to the One who made it rise – again,
the night’s closest friend!
Raise me up, out of the shadows –
Risk my heart, - never my soul, although
I know that there is a blessing coming –
A blessing from the One who silences doubt,
With the flaming sword of faith,
The endless tears of hope,
The music of breathless love,
Poured out through the skies, the night –
Never the victor, only the shadow of doubt,
Left to erase the unbeliever’s prayers –
Yet, there I be with Him .. forever free,
Despite the moon and its night
I’m freer than free, forever saved
By the One who created me
I’ll forever be thankful for the moon,
Who was wise enough to guide me through the darkness…
Like the grace that sustains, opens the way –
To everlasting joy with the One who silences every worry.
Let the moon grow bold and old –
For I know the wisdom of letting go
And the wonder of holding on forevermore!
Categories:
freer, appreciation, christian, faith, light,
Form:
Free verse
Part of the denominator,
extraordinary matters level off
and find the lowest trough.
The so-called experts
joust with the pretenders,
and they are wrestling still.
In days of yore the Seer
would proclaim the truth,
accepted by the old, the youth,
whereas for now we do His will.
Are we shackled, are we freer,
hungrily our mouths to fill?
Time will not stand for surety,
the prophet's exhortations gone to dust,
while totems crumble, metals turn to rust,
we try to compromise, a bitter pill
for those who crave acerbity
and swear our bliss to spill.
Were we to strike good earth,
avoid all roiling undulation,
seek and hold a firm foundation,
and ascend the highest hill,
then would excellence be realized for what it's worth,
and our hopes and dreams we would fulfill.
Categories:
freer, black african american, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
I hark to freer days of childhood
Life simplicity in itself
days of laughter, of playing in the sand
so so soft and fine
golden white sands from the coral reefs
sparkling, dazzling bright
Staring into coral pools at Tides ebb
Beautiful rainbows of fish
endless darting, sea cucumbers sleepily still
a child's total delight
coconut palms wave gently in the salty breeze
scale them I tried in vain
inland to the vast savannah's teeming with life
tall grasses the lion hid
a wondrous baobab tree reaching up for the sky
look it grew upside down
for all the world to see, branches like roots
beware the croc log
hippo's snorting, noise vibrating as they plunge
then resurface amidst bubbles
all these wonders through child's eyes seen
Africa my heart you have still
I tell you what my friends, I swear to you
blindfold me, put me to sea
around twenty nautical miles or so
and I would know alone
by the vibrant scents of rich earth and spices
that I am back there
near heart's home, the East African coast
walking in childhood memories
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SosiBqiUJTM
Categories:
freer, africa, beauty, nature, travel,
Form:
Ode