Best Graces Poems
Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes the mobius .
Growing older is wanting to be older when
you are young and younger when you are old.
You wish away the days, never dreaming that
you would give a king’s ransom to have them
back once again, treasured, appreciated.
In our youth, we squander time, kick it to the curb.
In our older years, we try to tie it to ourselves.
Age sneaks around when we aren’t looking, spreads
its poison pollen and is gone without our seeing.
The business of living distracts us from noticing
until it is too late, when we look into a mirror,
only to behold the ruthless signs smothering us.
It is realizing men no longer turn and whistle.
You have become invisible, crayoned out until
some young man says, “Grandma, the time?”
Growing older is smelling of Icy Hot instead of
Beautiful by Estee Lauder, seeing people sniff.
It is keeping L`Oreal in business long past the time
you want to stop, but can’t bear those gray hairs
that are the mute testimony to the inexorable decay
Growing older is breaking the shackles of propriety
Wearing that purple, and at least four sweaters.
It is joyously realizing you don’t care a fig what
people think or say about you or anything else.
You can laugh at the absurdity of fashion, style.
It is the delicious capability to say anything
you want, vent your opinions, disagree.
You say the most outrageous things freely,
and are forgiven, because you are getting
more than a little fey and just a little dotty.
And, oh, growing old is the sweetest blessing,
for you no longer are frozen in fear at death
and it's coming soon, for your years have
worn you out and everything changes so much
there is scarcely anything left of your world
What does it matter what god you worshipped
This earth has been hell enough for an eternity
and if there be heaven, it is icing on the cake
Categories:
graces, meaningful,
Form:
Blank verse
"Tightropes of the Three Graces"
Tightropes
for hanging clothes
on a line
each piece
pegged wooden
held between closed fences
misfortune's breeze lifts
sleeves like covers
pointing the way home
books and their pages
for The Davenport dancers
all's well that ends well
scene perfect
imperfect fortunes
throughout their ages
the balancing act
seeking Life’s rhyme
saving fates in stages
odd numbers
are never easy,
never graceful
the balancing acts,
tightropes
of the Graces
saving fates in 3 stages
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb, klb, llb
Édouard Bisson , French Pre-Raphaelite
“Die drei Grazien”, 1899
Hans Baldung, German Renaissance and Mannerism
“Three Ages of Man”, 1541 -1544
“Three Graces”, 1539
Sandro Botticelli, Italian Renaissance
“The Three Graces”, 1485 - 1487
Categories:
graces, little sister, love, sister,
Form:
Free verse
Kissed by the rebel mouth of Dionysus
set tight against their fulsome lips;
lapped into shapes by intoxicant tongues,
arms fused in a chain of swaying hips.
Tiptoe this sisterhood of Athena,
this trio in bright synchrony;
blown back on Acropolis stilettos,
risen skirts above the stockinged knee.
Aphrodite waged love at closest quarters,
hair and smiles in abandonment;
cocked ears unto the night owl's dreaming cry,
dancing rings on cracked cement.
And in their gentle, giddy transit
do these Three graces reincarnate;
resurrected in neon and nicotine apparel,
a vodka cocktail triumvirate.
With clicks of glitzy, glittery nails,
Beauty, Love and Pleasure burn the midnight oil;
the winds of Olympus ply their skin,
bled as one with each other on urban soil.
A graffiti collision of sensual ephemera
sprayed on a backdrop of brick and grime,
Three graces raised up by the ancient gods
from the mists and depths of mythic time.
Oh to see the marriage of their personas
bared in a nocturne, driven weeping,
only one lone gaze imbibes the miracle
for the world and his wife lie blind and sleeping...
Categories:
graces, allegory, life, passion, philosophy,
Form:
A stretch in evening
Weeping Willow under snow
All airs and graces
Categories:
graces, imagination
Form:
Haiku
Pardonable graces,
Your face is a pardonable grace
Good God, woman, slender we are in the night.
Send my love, love in the sound of that sound.
We will share a canoe together, holding our love
The whole way.
Which way are we going, you ask.
I don’t know. Do you?
Categories:
graces, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Fate Graces Me Now, A Rainbow Filling Up My Sky
Softly slumbering in the shadows of my sad past
until mercifully forced opened eye at last.
Revising all the sweet memories filling my heart
fearful that these too may someday depart!
As I roam forth in the midst of never ending time
my imagined glories, are they worth a dime?
Is it too late? Basking in glow of setting sun
Will I find, imagined victories were falsely won?
The long nights with lovers I imagined very fine
were dreams enlarged to fit a pleasing frame.
Hot love, meals on which I did so eagerly dine
nothing more that foolish romantic games!
Nay, dare not think such a sad, terrible thought
pierce my side, just to see if I am dead.
Such are not sweet fantasies my desires bought
or foolish, mad ramblings resting in my head.
Looking back, time so clearly shows those gems
images my Life declares lovingly true.
Like gold laced borders on royal garments hems
each one of a majestic colorful hue.
Fate graces me now, a rainbow filling up my sky
I dared not to dream of such in my old age.
He never succeeds that dares not to ever try
to live is to gamble, says the bearded sage!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-25-2015
Categories:
graces, allusion, blessing, desire, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
Airs and Graces
On their faces
A gaze down the nose
Other silly shows
Illusions of grandeur
A grand amour
Of self deception
False Perception
Take a better look
We are the open book
Their airs and graces
Reflected on our faces.
Diana Dalton
2 Feb 2017
Categories:
graces, irony, judgement, perspective, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
No pretence
No airs and graces
Just be real
No “two faces”
Be authentic
Just be You
Let your true spirit shine through
Your fairness, honesty
Integrity will show
Kindness to all
Compassion, goodness will flow
Don’t fear vulnerability
Or to admit you were wrong
It does not create weakness
It enlightens, renders you strong
Let your humour be present
Smile and laugh each day
Don’t take life to seriously
Don’t waste it away
Feel inner peace ….without turmoil
Like and love You
Appreciate and value all life offers
But mostly “to yourself be true”
Categories:
graces, identity, image, life, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Every man's life , every man's truth , Every man's take on the road of life . with a trip like a blip which switches to zip . What truth distillates my heart .... in a daze in a maze can you gaze on what remains by graces sight for truths roots to take hold . What motivates when hope is lost .... every lack of faith seals fiat , yet every bit of faith enhances , enriches which eclipses sorrows rigor touches . What strength is in me .... every day in maze , grace rises to attain sustained to par . But if you daze within lack of faith it seals your fiat in mazes lost , gone to waste . What road will i travel .... every journey joint to anoint a point in graces measure by every man's faith . Every maze every choose raises miseries reign . Will I fight the good fight or rest in comfort .... every test to arrest the less that arrest the best in me that a test with grace arrested in graces ways . Every comfort that waste the best in me strays from joy . Every road leads to one choose mazes or graces , faith or blind .
Categories:
graces, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Come alive in the river, let it flow,
Its waters are rising, up and high;
A faith that turns into joy and glow,
Filled with promise, hope and grace.
Tap into heaven's DNA, oh so free,
Showers of favour raining down;
Graces and place, blessings to share,
Kindness abounding, no need to weep.
Ask and receive, let heaven reign,
Heaven's all around, feel it, breathe;
Favour and love, ever so real,
Enters the soul, forevermore!
Categories:
graces, blessing, encouraging, heaven, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
She snores under Night's somnolent veil,
Far from quiet throes of his teetering sail;
Her pulses come and go in silent throbs,
Attuned to trigger no lover’s salted sobs.
Her breath kicks in and out in frail wafts,
And makes sullen breather and her lover
Immune to stingy Love's meanest dose,
Both unhurt by Time's estranging cover.
Both lie on the false-soothing couch of hope,
That dupes naive souls to wait for riper days;
More fecund seasons marked by richer crop
To nurse Cupid’s stars and prop their praise.
If heavens their rationed graces further hold,
Her hushed snores and his dreams shall die;
And the two loving aspirations end in naught;
A sad tragedy like of Juliet and Romeo of old.
She's laden to death with yet unrequited love,
And he dies for a brief feel of her turgid verve.
Categories:
graces, allegory, allusion, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Ode
"graces of life"
pursuing the good life
I wish and believe
nothing is impossible
knowing darkness is far away
clues of beauty and peace
hover within my sight
as music softly whispers
making my soul breathe for
passion and desire unleash
as graces of life awaken
grateful for this blessing
nothing is impossible as
enchanting elegancies adorn
SkyWatcher
05-05-23
Categories:
graces, appreciation, beauty, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Light Verse
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
emotion, that beggars intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance!
Categories:
graces, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
God doesn't ask much of you
Just cooperate
With each grace
He gives you in each moment
12122011
Categories:
graces, confusion, depression, education, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
When god smiles apon your life each step you take is gold,
a perfect husband,ideal wife to love you till your old.
No ripples on your still waters just pleasant calm apon your lake,
blessed with sons and graceful daughters no harsh decisions there to take.
The world is viewed in technicolour yet every problem black and white,
on your sleeve you wear your honour free to use safe and tight.
Every hurdle you encounter already downed before your feet,
lifes big wall made of paper king of your castles perfect keep.
All the people that dwell below you scorned are they for choices made,
bludgeoned with your fragile halo and unencumbered best plans laid.
So why does a man with equal honour profoundly gifted with equal heart,
fall from grace and beg dishonour with every step plagued from the start.
There can be but one true answer rich or poor, let live or die,
lifes a song your just the dancer, before the grace of god go I.
Categories:
graces, fate,
Form:
Rhyme