Best Give Forth Poems
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream
and starts its course with purest quality.
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it runs along, fulfilling destiny.
Our course is also brief; give forth your beam!
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream.
By Andrea Dietrich
for "Write Me a Rippling Stream" Contest
sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written June 2, 2011
I will love you
As long as my lungs fill with air
To motivate my beating heart
To stir lifeblood through each part
Pulsating, animating there.
I will love you
As long as each new idea
Connects thought to tongue
Connects my mind along
Reasons for drawing you near.
I will love you
As long as the Earth will turn
Always to gently spin
Always a Day to begin
With you, for your love I yearn.
I will love you
Until clouds are no more
Or oceans evaporate,
Or mountains disintegrate
Into pebbles on the seashore.
I will love you
Until the constant Moon
Makes no oceans ebb and flow
Makes no continents shrink or grow,
That day will be too soon.
I will love you
Until all the stars go out
Never to give forth their light
Never to enhance the night
But blot our Eternity out…
Redemption
She slowly uncoiled her gray streaked hair that fell to her waist. She removed her
spectacles to see more clearly the windswept icy snow clinging to the branches. A
pause, settling something deep within; then her gaze shifted to me.
I reached out, but found my reach was frozen, too stiff to touch her. For if I touched
her, the burden we shared would lapse and slide away, slinking off to be buried,
uncoiled under the ground.
A pinched, dour expression settled her features into a mask that would never
betray the inner darkness which created a shadow of an existence. A mask that I
must wear as well, to ward off the hopeless life within me, growing every moment of
the day, days upon days retreating into the too long nights, hopeless to survive in
the world we have created, together as “want” and “ruthlessness”.
“I carry no idolatries, no false hope.” A breath are these words as I receive them,
knowing they are too bold to give forth a safe humility.
The nurse, starched clothing as stiff as her countenance, paused, a look of
condemnation briefly shadowing her face, the sun passing in and out of the clouds.
She could not help herself. No matter the role we are chosen to play in this world,
we are not free of a deeply flawed human nature, ice softening dangerously on a
winter’s pond. I turned away.
I came to hours later, the rejected life in me gone, a searing through flesh never
immune to a free will taunting, tearing the fabric of life so fragile. I would not cling. A
passing briefly witnessed, a single brown leaf blown by the window in the darkened
room where we sit for tea, hopes slowly elapsing like the sea waters
receding.
Tomorrow we can only envision; today we must let go of a part of us we will never
again possess. A coursing through the veins of life no more, we push, and push, an
existence wishing to sink into the yawning chasm of what is unknown and coming
for us.
The morn dawned bright, with autumnal light,
the cool air was crisp and clean:
overnight snows that fell, as all could tell,
had changed the country scene!
Sounds heard shrill, through air coldly still,
birthed echoes, sharp and long,
whilst the raucous crow, who hates the snow,
cawed out his doleful song!
In sham disguise, Fall will surprise,
with its seasonal turn-around.
Whilst one day is hot, another is not,
so its diversities abound!
The sun rising pale, over hill and dale,
had little of warmth to share.
Much later that day, when skies turned gray,
thick snows fell everywhere.
When the river showed, it too had slowed:
it’s waters starting to freeze.
In a red clouded sky, clouds drifting by:
becalmed, the evening breeze.
When midnight neared, the skies had cleared,
and nature offered thrills.
with Northern Lights, being such wondrous sights,
she banished autumn chills!
When the moon is full, it exerts a pull;
we’re drawn to the great outdoors.
With such delight, seen in the bright moonlight,
we’ll prowl through forest and moors.
After coyote cries, under starlit skies,
put a nervous grouse to flight,
a fox on a prowl, and snowy white owl,
were seen in the moon’s bright light!
Though warmly dressed, we received protest,
from our arthritic bones.
In the biting cold, and becoming old,
they all give forth with groans!
At the sunset hour, when the skies are dour,
we see signs of winter’s ire.
With no time to waste, we return in haste,
to sit by the warming fire.
Such is the way, of a November day,
it’s intent is never known.
Whether cold or hot, and like it or not,
to its foibles we are prone!
Rhymer. November 14th, 2016.
(start 1:06)In the dark of the lonely night
When the stars don't give forth their bright light
And the ocean's waves are so still
Please embrace me
Emmanuel
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel
1:32 (minutes into the song)
Come to me oh my love
My dearest Turtledove
Come to me and hold me now
You're gentle touch is so envigorating somehow
Inspiring, enchanting, enchanting
Oh! my love
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel my love
Written: Friday, November 22, 2013
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Emmanuel
Lyrical written to Toots Thieleman's instrumental Emmanuel
Lemons add flavor to sauces and stews
Also to meringue and cool Mountain Dew
Lemons can be served sour or sweet
Both of which can be an awesome treat
Sometimes in life lemons we are served
Can we turn it to lemon preserves?
Lemons need squeezing to give forth their best
Life needs to squeeze us so we're fit for our rest
You strong and
untammed youth of
yesterday, tramping
under your feet the
fears of yester-years,
why now did you
think twice?
Those days when
your blood were hot
like lava, and pure
burning bristle flashes
forth from your eyes,
what is it that has
corb you?
Mightly youth of
yesterday, you who
set coals ablaze with
just the breathe of ur
nostrils, when you
give forth your
roar,with voice
echoing like the
thunder of angry
gods, oh who dared to
stand? But why now
are you calm?
When your blood
ranges within your
vains, tempesting and
thossing like a
troubled sea, who
was there to contain
you? None.
Why now oh youth
once filled with
valour,fame and
strength did you
tremble before give
birth mare words and
leaning on a mare
staff before to you
as straw, for balance
and support?
Oh youth of
yesterday, your
mortal nature escape
you, but age is back
frm exile ,blessing you
with every vile
mistery and each bile
feeling you escaped at
youth.
Dear youth, still fresh
like tender dew, don't
be drunk with the
wine of youth,
someday old age will
return from exile.
Although the night is black, the sky is still blue.
A blanket of fog covers the late evening sky; above it, night light from the moon and stars still shines.
When a new day begins dressed in dark clouds; even still, the sun rises along with it to give forth its light.
As I ponder all of the above.... I wonder
Is there love as enduring and true as this?
Brave are the knights and their mounts,
to face hates abominations,
many of them were falling,
under the weight of Hell, they fell.
Still, we see many standing,
they fight on with such angry power,
It seemed they would not stand for long,
honour kept them in the fight.
The knights did surely need rest,
some began to sway under enemy strength,
the heavy armour was sapping them,
Only power of spirit held them aloft.
Many fell within their armour,
without heads, arms, legs and heads,
Still, look how their weapons bite home,
the enemy are falling.
Behind the main units of foot,
some men stood, not seeming in the battle,
these warriors ran to the right,
they formed into a unit as they ran.
These, those souls who had run from the field, earlier,
fear seemed to have left them now,
they formed on the right flank,
fully formed they looked a sorry site.
Forward they did march,
pride swelling within them again,
they marched straight up the right,
look at them now and wonder,
someone yelled, "Forward,"
this rag-tag unit was off,
the unit ran towards the enemy,
each man ready to die for Alahsar.
Now, all the first knights were in the battle,
they thought like the red,
once more they fought for the life of Alahsar,
they thought with love's desire.
As they did run into battle,
can we see the golden gates open?
Yes, the great golden gates do open.
A golden warrior is seen.
it is the golden king,
from gold rode gold,
with the golden king rode the royal guard,
out they came at a charge.
200 of Alahsar's best followed the king,
this was the last card played,
they rode onto Badicha,
the earth thundered below them.
Now Badicha was filled with knights,
enemies, warriors and spiritual beings,
this was the final fight for existence,
No more forces could be called on.
It was truly to the end,
the fate of the world in one monumental moment,
the right flank might soon crack,
terror was in many eyes.
The wolves were indeed a terror,
they had no fear,
their mouths ever ready to rend,
blood and saliva dripping from their mouths.
Their claws ever ready to tear,
they could rip through armour,
the wolves could give forth a terrible death,
yet this death had to be faced.
To Be Continued..........
Now is the time for M e and you
Let's keep our love! Y oung and fresh
P ieces of our daily events kept together
I n a safe box that keeps our love pulse beating
C ollecting epic memories to combat boredom
T o eliminate any doubts about us acrude due to aging
U nder no circumstances I wanna see you worried
R ead my lips, I will never fail to love you
E ndless love is a gift I'm willing to give you
F rom now onwards
R est in my future plans
A nd see our love give forth it's fruitages
M ind and soul agrees with my spirit that
E very bit of me is satisfied with us.
Enveloped by the fire of Love, I must give forth my blazing heat.
Expansion burns within as I am tempted to retreat.
My availability as a transcendent soul
is pertinent for the good of the whole.
Flinch I will not
in this initiation process.
I stand strong with valor and courage
as I complete the bridge
between experience and purpose.
I am the guard and constructor,
sealing division in my divine structure.
I arise as the flame,
destroyer and creator,
one and the same.
April showers here
trees and plants having a drink
frogs singing their songs
ready to give forth their thanks
No Homecoming
Memory flows like the wind through chimes
Of a love so sweet only a fool would not know
To remember forever the passing of a sublime
Giving of a love so timeless, so bold
Perhaps etched in stone, a remembrance displaying
An imbedded longing, a need to take back
A life, ending so sudden and cruel, displacing
A hope, a promise not kept for a lack
Of a knowledge yet to be discovered
Despite for centuries past progress so swift
Has yet to seal a chasm, uncovered
Of a despair of loss, a smile to uplift
No broken spirit, however, ‘tis only body
Unscathed thy soul, a candle that burns
Within the reminiscing of truth not forgotten
A lover, a fool at times, yes, who still yearns
To trace his words, words under no pretense
Will give forth his mournful meaning
Flavored with life’s riches, bounty, a permeation like incense
Words etched with caution, for he hopes for this to be his dreaming
Fool cannot sustain his own life for
The grievance of his promise broken too soon
Through death a betrayal leaving fool forlorn
Yet was witness to a lover whose own devotion waxed and waned like the elliptical moon
Slip away
Land, oh land give forth of thee
In this darkness, barren and cold,
When out of your silent desolate past
Remain the winds of fate
For somewhere once did slip away
The morning bright and clear,
Until in the depth of our own mortality
Are lost the winds of fate
Illusions haunt the early light
When sounds a daybreak’ call,
Into the breadth of a coming dawn
Or the simplicity in our fate
By m.norton
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I stand alone, a wise old tree
Natures' Watcher, forever, watching Me
My roots are deep, my wisdom much
Surviving the sun, the storms & such
As earthly season comes and goes
Roots grow deeper… foliage grows
Leaves & blooms, sunshine kissed
Heavens’ rains, my bounty exists
Natures' Watcher providing every need
Sunshine, rainfall, night for seed
Create, extend and give forth life
Thru myriad of trials and withering strife
Roars of thunder, bolts of light
Rainfall, sunshine bring forth life
To grow, to blossom, if we listen
Carry wind, my only mission
Winds of time, forever survive
Willowing branches my wings,
Leaves, born to fall, become the earth
Never at rest…this wise old tree…forever evolving