Best Gamboled Poems

’Tween hither and thither while wending our way,
skipping, dancing through sand dunes in seascape croquet
and woven in waves watching dolphins at play,
I first tasted her lips in the ocean’s wild spray.

Mystic moonbeams, suffusing clouds’ shimmering sails,
then unleashed us and whisked us down sensuous trails,
soon evoking...

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I stroll a silvered landscape
where trees are silhouetted spears,
stabbing memories of days first walked with you . . .
ice traceries, firey strands of longing lace,
wrap the crumbling dream,
like brittle, curling tinsel from childhood holidays. 
A burning stream of cold tumbles seaward,
dislodging jagged stones, desire and...

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Written: August 05, 2025, for contest Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest / Sponsor- Mark Toney

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As it rises shakily, the aurora radiates,
 Shore gets battered by periwinkle waves.
 Scarce alabaster turns...

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Tough Hood's winter face is a bluff
The snow folds like marshmallow fluff
We would call you soon
If you gamboled in June
But you bet you had the right stuff...

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It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay sunbeams!

The sound came from my closet, quite across the room,
And...

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I know it, I know it well
Its to pleased myself, the lost part
Hanged in the neck and cuffed on the wrist
Whilst long ago father lived at peace, he was him
And here I claimed intelligence
Intelligence with age
Dumped in a lost century
Lost from the stools calls of...

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The ring-tailed lemurs swished their stripes;
The tortoises perambled.
Rhinoceroses munched on hay;
The seals caroused and gamboled.

A winter day with snow on tap
Was perfect for the zoo.
The humans seemed to stay away
So visitors were few.

The cobra swayed from side to side;
The dart frogs were exquisite.
A cold and...

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The little blackbird
watches over me.
How do I know
it is he?
It is the nestling
from the elkhorn
covered tree.
The way he gamboled
in the garden spray
and danced
with the roses
throwing the mulch
every which way....

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Author's suggestion - goes best with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfKA4b5SFq4 as you read.  Don't forget to continue to "Götterdämmerung Part 2"



He sees her in his thoughts his dreams
Haunting long after he wakes, writes reams
Yes, she's always there, so fair
carrying on his hopes, despairs

Together they were glorious, a...

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Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling

than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full day
wherein Oval Office finally
flushed, ousted, and zapped,
whose paternal ancestry
begat genealogical...

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Written: February 29, 2024
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In a sprawling sward of auburn swab
A seraphic sight soaked in dew at dawn
dazed distress and dust-laden air
delicacy and despair edge by side
Wanton wallop by whispering wind
A stark skive...

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Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.

Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough...

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She rocked Danny nigh the window in her rocking chair,
Cuddled him closely and hummed an ancient Irish air.
As she gazed thro' the window at the vast horizons beyond,
She pondered her precious gift and the closeness of their bond.

Anon, she stood by the window as he...

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She’d not heard the horses approach her village in the plains,
had known nothing or war of death until their arrows rained,
fiery streak against the night, set flame to thatch and straw,
scrambling from her father’s hut, ed hell was all she saw.
They came with lances, some...

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