Best Freshening Poems
Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.
Trip ends today,
last night I stayed up late,
sipping remaining whisky
as the red sun set
neath hill's dark shoulders.
Crisp morning
up before six
lake like glass
rustle up the fire
and make coffee.
Rest of camp
sound asleep
so I solo
cast the back bay
release a hammer handle
then troll the north shore
into a freshening wind
nothing.
Move out
to deeper water
perhaps a morning walleye
but the wind’s up,
and the sparkling sun
puts fish down
still nothing.
End of lake
head back
cast the shoreline
snag a bush
retrieve the lure
test line – it snaps.
Retie, change lures,
Tom got a good fish
in these narrows
but today
nothing.
Ignore my watch,
change to a deeper lure
last point, a satisfying tug
good pike – strong fish
open water, use net
she’s mine.
Paddle back to camp
with fresh fillets for home
and memories
of when the lake
and I were one.
Categories:
freshening, nature,
Form:
Free verse
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:
freshening, seasons,
Form:
Prose
Each reel of snowflake leaves behind,
fine traces of her glowing days,
a melancholy cast of mind,
while color sets the world ablaze.
Where flies a gold and opal whirl,
as the moon's lulling course disbands,
and chilly winds of winter swirl,
the hardened heart against it stands.
And yet this night contrives to hold
a promise, tinged with freshening air.
As droplets wing the crisping cold,
a glinting gem lies hidden there.
For with this frosty change, at last,
a love remains in snowdrop's glow,
whose mist will counter tattered past,
to flutter down like feathered snow.
Snow Contest
For Shadow Hamilton
11/20/2015
Categories:
freshening, love, snow,
Form:
Quatrain
"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë
Spring heeds His voice,
Prepared to rejoice…
Spring showers wash away each fear,
Singing light across the new year…
Spring invites souls to the blessing,
As sun sings hope so impressing…
Spring whispers of His amazing,
Silencing the past, always praising…
Spring knows the time has come,
The dark of winter will succumb…
Spring risks the disgrace, the shame,
As the wind begins to play its game…
Spring, mostly alive with pleasure,
Restores the spirit’s joy, a treasure…
Spring erases all the tired,
Bringing new, it is inspired…
Spring’s smile, it is assured,
Brings peace that has endured…
Spring listens to His command,
Spreading glory, so great and grand…
Spring is God’s grace poured out,
On the heart who refuses to doubt!
Categories:
freshening, appreciation, beautiful, nature, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
Tonight I sit and wander
through stars~ my perennial
freshening sparkling...of old familiar
constellations –
attention drawn
to some dim and distant
wondering of the many wishes
perhaps misplaced
of mine and countless worlds
of yet searching others....
Tonight I sit and wonder
with a heartfelt sigh, how
many disappointed have
stopped faithful wishing,
stopped their joyful singing –
how many fewer guitars with warmth
of feeling no-longer soulfully strumming
for a heart needs romantic reason
if to keep going its tender humming...
so, myself, a poet~ Romance's ink-full benefactor
tonight write for gleaming heavens, a darling new
twinkle-r – penning words dipped in glitter
for a yearning lonely sitter, as if my lyrical
clusters were enticing jewels for every dreamer's misplaced
coupling diadem....
Surely, some high-flying angel, or goddess will
take fond notice, for bards long the pet and fancy
of the Keepers of Wishing Stars –
Categories:
freshening, angel, feelings, heart, longing,
Form:
Free verse
The highway bridges
Remnants of conversation
Clothed in ethereal blue.
Variform clouds
Stark white or gray
Bandage my heart.
Brother’s litany
Of thanksgiving
Floats above my head.
Mom and dad were
Good parents.
They worked hard.
Cemetery gates swallow us
Sleek and black
Like a raven
Plucking its prey.
Attendees’ musings are
Wetness on the
Road’s cheeks
Tactile as a
Cat’s tongue
Freshening the spirit
Words of gratitude
Misty as memory’s yesterday
Rich worked hard
He did very well for himself.
Puzzle pieces fit tightly
Brothers’ faces, Sister’s words
Cathartic like a cloak’s
Feathery embraces.
Drops of rain
Shower blessings
Prayers of thanksgiving
From another time
Diane is a beautiful girl.
Bill is smart.
How is Maureen?
Is he still here?
Yes.
How do I know?
Sunshine branching
Apple twigs glimmering
Meanwhile traffic
Normal as a busy
Day’s waking and sleeping
The wrought iron gates open
Spilling family out
Like white markers with
Blank dates
Categories:
freshening, bereavement, brother, death, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening
You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening
Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening
As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
freshening, angel, hope,
Form:
Villanelle
Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their work.
This usually involved keeping a single route open underground to the next nearest colliery .
Old George waiting by the mineshaft
Spitting his chewing tobacco juice
Today with his apprentice
They must survey the mines escape route .
1000 yards underground
In darkness as black as pitch
They reach up to their helmets
Turning on the headlamp switch.
George prodding at the timbers
That support the roof and sides
His apprentice grows more nervous
With every single stride .
A mile down the escape route
The roof is seven feet high
They see a little fallen rock
but manage to squeeze by .
The roof is getting lower
George hears the scurrying of mice
Brought down the mine in bales of hay
When pit ponies and the miners destiny were spliced.
The apprentice is visibly shaking
but only one more mile to go
When a piece of falling timber
Dealt his torch battery a glancing blow.
George could see the boys panic
and as the leader of his team
He reassured his apprentice
Then they shared the single beam .
Suddenly they hear a crack like thunder
Then the splintering of wood
George pushes his apprentice
but a fall of rock stands where George stood.
Young boy on his hands and knee's
Screaming Georges name
More terrified by the second
When no answers came.
Now in total blackness
He inhabits the world of the blind
If he is to help his leader
The boy must use his senses and his mind .
The faintest hint of breezes
He feels on his face
Air sucked down the mineshaft
Just might be his saving grace
He crawls along the jagged floor
Using his sense of touch
Soon in the distance he hears machinery
A sound he has never loved so much .
He tastes the ever freshening air
Hope inside him grows
Then the tiniest speck of flickering light
His tears overflow.
Help, Help, he's calling
As the miners come into view
Two men want to hep him to the surface
Burt he awaits his friends rescue.
Old George didn't make it
He sacrificed himself to save the boy
Broken hearted the boy had a breakdown
and had to leave the mines employ.
The boy became a father
Then a wonderful granddad
but he never tired of telling the story
of the best friend he ever had.
Categories:
freshening, heart,
Form:
Narrative
Recalled,
That country road
Between the knowledge trees;
An arch of truth, a freshening
Of soul.
Categories:
freshening, feelings, happiness, journey, places,
Form:
Cinquain
It had been locked
for longer than I want to remember
Firmly locked no spy hole
No keyhole
Nothing
to give away its secrets.
I had forgotten about it
It was designed so that it wasn't like a door
Just part of the wall.
'Til that day,
I decided to renovate the upstairs hall
Walls looked like they had seen better days
A few faded scuff marks, where,
Friends children used to play
White paint had a definite yellow tinge
Needed freshening up to look good
Whilst washing the walls
I remembered the room
My face went pale, felt sure to swoon
With trembling hands
I found the secret lock and
Then I opened That door
What a dreadful shock
Was full of what I had been
A slinky size 10 when life was a dream
My other self lived within
I cried for my self esteem
The flimsy lingerie were fun
Not a lot to be fair
Elegant blouses
Might as well
Not be there.
So sheer , So voluptuous
The clothes I once wore
Where is the body gone
That is what I want to know
Boobs gone south
Belly to put a belly dancer to shame
The only thing stayed
the same
Is my name
penned June 18th 2015
Categories:
freshening, body, growth,
Form:
Verse
'Tis still beneath a cloudy sky
where the river’s flowing gently by,
Red Gums live an artists dream,
dead brothers… lifeless in the stream.
Reed beds brown along the bank
have winters chill now here to thank,
as does the willows, yellowed leaves
about to fall with freshening breeze.
Shadows blur below the shimmer…
There's a ring of waves, a leaping swimmer!
Wood Ducks glide before their wake
passed houseboats tethered to their stake.
Cormorants with laborious flight
interrupt a Noisy Mynah’s fight,
and Pelicans unmoving seem,
as they gently glide upstream.
The mist no longer rise’s white.
The sun breaks through with lemon light…
Bend in the river looks forlorn,
as day takes over from the dawn.
Categories:
freshening, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Goodbye jackets and cardigan of wool,
session is over for going to school,
all were enjoying warmth of quilt,
now can get inside the pool
spring is arriving jumping around,
lets get up on workout ground,
temperature not warm so cool,
air is freshening following rule
king of seasons is on the way,
days will be longer day by day,
sun will have to wake up early,
you will get D vitamin surely
lets go out to roam with friends,
cool dresses will follow the trends,
have party sweat less or sweater,
its the time to enjoy the weather
spring flowers are ready to shower,
golden beauty from sunrise tower,
lets hope for heavenly breeze,
and wish that could last forever
Date : 03/30/2016
Categories:
freshening, spring, weather, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, my sweet girl, come and shack up, with me.
We shall live on welfare and space out to see.
How many food stamp cards, we can arrange,
We shall visit for meds and beg for change.
Upon the riverbanks, we shall catch a cold.
Then we shall collect our oxy-cotton gold.
I shall gather clothes from good wills chest.
You prepare to go visit relatives in the west.
My sweet girl I shall give you no gold.
However, get you, giving us babies to hold.
A bed of daisies, I shall have waiting for you.
For freshening up our pet hound, old blue.
Our cousin Joe has a house that is so big.
We shall move in, us all, even with our pig.
Categories:
freshening, family, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Oh dear, what can the matter be!
I will never forcefully go...
in a sink, held down to be washed
and freshening me head to toe!
My furry, fur flatly foregoes
being scoured with water and soap!
In my hell get ready to burn...
This feline sure knows how to cope!
From ferocious, furious cat
to a fitful devil, I'll turn.
bulged eyes, sharp claws open wide...
fierce feline revenge you will learn!
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Judged: 02/16/2018
Categories:
freshening, anger, cat, water,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a seed
Small but large
Holding in my hand the future
Of a journey yet unborn
Breaking out of my shell
This cage I've been locked in
IT has been far too long
I spread
As much as I can
As strong as I can
I cannot yet move, or see the sun
My roots,
They are still weak
Not able to break through this dirt
Through this thick hard soil
MY claustrophobic soul
Longs for the wide outdoors
The smell of the ocean
The scent of the garden's grass
The feeling of the water
Touching me gently, sliding down on me
The feeling of the Earth's land
Its dry sand, or moist soil
Day by day
I felt my growth deify
The rules of Isaac Neuton
Defeating all odds put against me
I stretch my veins
Here and there throughout the muddy ground
Sucking out all the water needed
To complete my heroic growth
Oh life! Oh splendid life!
Give me more of this sweet air
Give me more of this freshening breath
More of my dreams and expectations
Finally, the first sight
Upon a wide blue sky
Upon a wide green garden
Upon a dream long awaited, now coming true
Categories:
freshening, adventure, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse