Best Gambolling Poems
When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?
Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for a sanctuary.
Life can cause confusion;
seem somewhat an illusion;
when the mind only sees disillusion.
Upon the depths of despair;
placed upon the ledge of melancholy -
legs dangle, eyes stare into random space.
Absent thoughts have no demand,
yet the soul is insistent,
but, all that is seen is darkness;
charcoal horizons with no guiding stars,
with the moon obscured by dull smoke,
jaded eyes simply wonder why.
What has become of me?
I despise the voices controlling my head.
I'm afraid of the images they've created.
Who will save me from this ludicrous lucidity.
Can anyone prevent vicious vines from suffocating me?
Vertigo seduces the mind,
influencing it to leap - but it has no faith.
Below lies an endless void,
a collection of human delusions;
an abyss of crushed expectations.
Heaven's broken arrows rain down,
blood dripping with fragments of broken dreams.
A reminder of another false pledge -
the final episode of a heart's connection.
Flames of hell prepare to scorch me.
Sometimes growth is like a stream,
that has lost itself in an ocean.
No identity, misplaced and alienated,
so it dies a slow death.
A sigh can only become deceased,
when a heart does not beat.
So, why do so many die
when the water of existence is in your hands?
In the marketplace of life,
each merchant will give you a different price.
Some will try to sell you dreams,
others, goods on false pretences.
Be careful, not to give all your emotions
away to the first bidder;
life is an auction -
don't let the auctioneer play with your heart.
Sometimes love is an unpredictable enigma.
I'm tired of living around gambolling gambits,
who's games condemn a soul to suicide.
But, little do they know,
I am a master of self deprecating.
The greatest of all pretenders,
suffering from a poison mistake
that lives with me forever.
Categories:
gambolling, angst, emotions, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
gambolling spring lamb
eating lush grass in fields
soon to be dinner
29th April 2015
Categories:
gambolling, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
When breaking news takes us through hard day’s sour sweat
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom
Broken bones shattered glass Doom’s Day sunset bomb
Pan-flutes nectar river angels who don’t sweat
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
Piped South-Sea strains virgin damsels frolicsome
Singing psalms all day long on banks Euphrates
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom
Who’d want crystal-clear streams under palm
Nubile damsels gambolling sans due regret
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
World pre-ordained or Yin-Yang clash at random
The Magic-Lantern show spinning wild inter-net
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom
Does Supra-Intelligence conduct Kingdom
While physical laws here on Earth operate
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
gambolling, nature, political, violence, world,
Form:
Villanelle
Spring is here!!........ its very name, sets our hearts aglow,
all dormant life springs into action, after Winter's icy blow,
the harsher that frosty Season, the more we welcome Spring,
with its rejuvenating vigour, our World begins to sing.
As if passing through a 'Seasonal Gate', there's a secret Eden of pleasure,
suddenly we're surrounded by throbbing life, full of colourful treasure,
gambolling new born lambs, very light upon their feet,
bounding away to test new freedom, but not too far from Mother's bleat!
Crocus, Daffs and Snowdrops clamour for us to view,
Narcissi and Tulips in new Spring robes declare, 'we are in this too'!
a stimulant to young love, and sometimes not so young, this Season is a joy,
for this is how the World's gone round, since Adam was a boy.
Mother Nature has re-awakened, and donned her festive gown,
her glorious Show proclaims to all, she still wears her sparkling crown,
we thank you our dear lady, and, as so many times before,
when your Springtime's come along, you make our spirits SOAR!!.
hicky.
Categories:
gambolling, happiness, health, life, nature
Form:
Free verse
Much admired, long awaited,
A month of Spring celebrated
Yearly with colourful display.
The bursting blooms of May,
Hastening winter to go;
Erase memories of snow.
May will appear
On time, and make it clear
Nature knows when best
To emerge from seasonal rest.
Hopefully her appearance
Furthers the advance
Of winter’s demise.
Really, it’s no surprise
Spring can impact
People. Some act
Riotously, as the sun
Incites them to have fun!
New lambs are seen
Gambolling. A scene,
Beloved everywhere.
Love is in the air,
Once May arrives.
Soon new growth thrives:
Sunshine strengthens
Our resolve, as days lengthen.
May a month much anticipated:
Summer pleasures now awaited.
Rhymer. May 1st, 2016.
Categories:
gambolling, nature, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic
UNINTEGRATED YOU
Hello parts of you,
I can see you’re
Standing, wondering and
Pondering the use of limbs
That would caress and
Enclose or
Push away
And urge the many
To the fray
Where horses
Fire manes and
Whips
Lost in canyons
Of misty delusions
Turn in the dark and
Huddle together,
Waiting for a
Rider whose
Mind is set on
A path definitive.
Yet the froth on
The coats of
Tiresome colts
Say something else,
And look
To golden afternoon light,
Stop for a moment,
Breath all steamy and rising,
Before gambolling away
Into the early night,
Spirits unbridled and
Tempers alight.
Categories:
gambolling, allusion, body, horse, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Spring
is here!
Little lambs
are gambolling
in verdant pastures.
Soon the white woolly ewes
let hungry offspring suckle.
I smile as the lamb's tails waggle
as they guzzle the nutritious milk
whilst the ever patient ewes munch fresh grass.
Golden daffodils and pretty tulips
add colour after dull winter days.
Striped bumble bees collect pollen
beautiful butterflies dance
in the warmth of the sun
Mother Nature gifts
the whole planet.
Stunning spring
I just
love!
Categories:
gambolling, nature, spring,
Form:
Etheree
Lambs gambolling free
Oblivious to their role
Feeding and clothing
But today they are playful
Tails a bobbing as they run
Roast Lamb on Sundays menu
Categories:
gambolling, food,
Form:
Tanka
Gadwall ducks roam, and a
gang of babies f o l l o w,
giggling, oh the jumble!
G l i d i n g then on a pond.
Gambolling squirrels r o m p-
Graceful trees shelter, and
graves b e a u t i f u l listen.
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November 30, 2016
Poetry/Pleiades Verse/Guardians
Copyright Protected, ID 16-8541-14-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pleiades G
sponsor, Kim Merryman
Third Place
Categories:
gambolling, beautiful,
Form:
Verse
My playful little lordling mine
Gambolling on hay
Pouting shouting scouting kine
Dallying all the way
I lose the thread he flies
I catch him on the skies
From age to age
In sinner and sage
Through shepherd boys’ eyes
The cunning one so full of fun
Merry wistful on the run
From his lovers’ eyes
Lilting tilting jilting one
In thousands of disguise
How he steals the hearts
With ankle bells and yellow shells
With lotus eyes where mischief dwells
Of poor little damsels running wild
Bewitched by the tartar’s arts
To top it all he plays a flute
Like none played it before
Conjuring heavens lush with love
With promise of more in store
Half turning he looks askance
Kills by a casual glance
And full of mirth runs on through hearts
Dancing a merry dance
I caught him when he turned
And saw in love he burned
Categories:
gambolling, visionary
Form:
Rhyme
My lamb
That fluffy fleece
Of innocence within me
Does not fully understand
How things work out.
Tempted by the sunlight on the dewy grass,
Grazing,gambolling
It ventures away from home
Till it reaches the forest's edge.
But when night falls
With the darkness of shadows,
A cold wind blowing,
And the howling of wolves
It longs for the warmth of the hearth
But has lost its way.
Running helter-skelter
Somehow it reaches home,
Dishevelled,exhausted.
This happens again and again.
I think I will bind it to the hearth
By strong cords of concentration.
Categories:
gambolling,
Form:
Free verse
Spring
What does spring mean to me?
the shedding of winter’s coats.
Scarves and obnoxious hats
Freedom, to breathe god’s air.
New life; new-born lambs gambolling along,
nuzzle mums' milk
The smell of freshness from open windows
in the fields, the cows, sheep and
horses frolic in grass covered in the dew of the morning
chewing on the sweetness
Trees and hedgerows their branches,
once desolate and bare; now
sprout sturdy, spurts of greenery
pink blossom covers the leafy may tree
while lambkins hang; a delight to see
primroses open their petals out high,
daffodils and tulips reach up to the sky
wild roses bringing an early bloom
telling us Summer will be here soon
a flurry of birds tweeting their songs in harmony
gather together to greet each other
each different.
sparrows, blue ****, blackbirds’ robins maybe?
their feathers outstretched as they catch the current
that sends them soaring over the skies;
to join others, for a game of hide and seek,
so, it seems, such a delight to see and hear
their happy merry-making, with an
occasional squabble and flapping of wings
whilst parents hunt for twigs and foliage to make their nests
as they prepare for their babies to hatch,
in leaves unearthed for tasty treats and crumbs hedge-hogs;
tired and sleepy; gently snuffle their snouts
seeking titbits all round about
the north wind and it’s non-to-gentle whoosh;
dries mum’s washing
flapping a cheery wave on the line
in the bright spring sunshine
children run free and wild in the yard
after winter's confinement inside.
Of all the seasons, I love the best, is
Spring, new life, a new beginning
For all and mankind.
Categories:
gambolling, appreciation, beauty, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Behold the towering top of Soracte
Snow capped and quiescent
Gazing benevolently down
Upon lambs gambolling and flowers
Of the forest opening
No longer does it feel enslaved
To the boiling passions of its once liquid
Swirling innards
Which so often erupted with an invader's urge
To possess and to destroy
What it so desired.
Life is now calm
And beauty can be seen
For what it is.
Dispassionate appreciation
Takes the place
Of damnable domination.
If only the young could be schooled
In the hard won wisdom of the ancients
Then would we walk hand in hand
Freely and fearlessly
Categories:
gambolling, age, beauty, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
JUSTICE
Who has seen the abode of Justice? Where does she thrive and rest in solemnity,
Reigning as chieftain, defying wickedness?
Who knows the domain of Justice;
Where does she hold sway?
Is she satisfied after a day in the Courts, Does her grey hairs inspire equity?
Does Justice prowl the streets in authority,
Does she find uprightness in the church?
Have you heard them hail her,
“Salute! To Justice, salute?”
Have you seen her bronzed marks -
On the limbs of the young,
Or her wise-gray streaks
On the hair of the old?
Who has seen Justice gambolling?
Is she jubilant on the dirt paths of the poor;
Those helpless ones called dispensable?
Who has seen Justice crush the wicked, That conceited oppressor and tyrant?
Show me Justice.
- By Kirsten OKENWA. From Mss: POEMS ON VARIED SUBJECTS.
Categories:
gambolling, africa, anger, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Dolefully the eventide strolled
Down the hills leaving
Scintilla of hues on horizon
Then yielding to night's decree
owls hooted in unison
Forlorn fowls sought refuge in groves,
Stray dogs tired of full day's gambolling
searched for shelter,
Gophers still sauntered in far off farms
Groping for grains unaware of the wild cats
Awaiting them in perfidious furrows-
A lone beggar on footpath ate crumbs of bread
He got in alms
Thus the busy day
Its varied opulance
In night's loving lap did lay
Categories:
gambolling, imagination, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse