Best Greenest Poems
The Enchantress with the Greenest of Eyes
This lady is quite lovely and most fascinating with the greenest of eyes,
And she’ll easily captivate and bewitch all men she meets with no surprise.
This lady has the reddest of hair, long and full, with such a lustrous sheen,
And with her soft skin and a nubile appearance she looks just like a queen.
This lady’s grace of movement and mellifluous voice are most charming,
Which makes her all the more enthralling to men and at once most disarming.
Now one can see why this Enchantress with her comely visage of pulchritude,
Can make easy work of the men she meets and mesmerizes with such certitude.
This reflects that some people in life are not what they always appear to be,
And this Enchantress wears such a mask hiding her true self—for no one to see.
Since this is the reality for men who fall for this lady while making their pitch;
It will be obvious to many of them over time that this Enchantress is a Witch!
For men who succumb to the spell of this Enchantress, it’s time to pay the Piper,
And so they will now meet the real person behind her mask who is Satan’s Viper!
With powers of sorcery and debauchery supreme this Enchantress sets her goals,
Which is to sow fear in her victims—bringing eternal damnation to their souls!
For men who might meet this Enchantress, don’t look deeply into her green eyes!
This deep look will lock your soul under her evil power and bring on your demise!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, January 20, 2015 (Rhyme)
Humbled I am by all this glory that I see.
Such gifts are wrought with every flower-every tree.
Across the way those hills seclude so many creatures.
Far as one can gaze such wealth of nature's features.
Greenery and color shared create such bliss.
Tapestry of peace and joy- nothing's amiss.
Longing for the hills when I have gone away.
Captured thus I never want again to stray.
It lays in the middle my front door,
to greet my guests with festivity
and to spread a little holiday cheer...
snow may fall to sprinkle it with its snowflakes,
but lights will give it more charm with their twinkles!
Through the twelve days of Christmas,
many will have gazed at and breathed in its freshness
of pine taken from the nearest forest's depth;
and who ever imagined the joy it expressed...
when it was carried away to town to become a wreath!
A chorus of red-cheeked of youngsters and adults
will gather before it at Christmas Eve to sing many carols...
as I open that door and smiling I will welcome them,
and much more than material gifts I'll be receiving:
this one is the best I will ever receive on a blessed evening!
The old year sadly leaves and mischievous January,
with chill and snow, brings in the New Year extending hope
to anyone displaying the greenest pine bough on their door:
feeling profound peace to extol dreamed winter's tranquility...
when behind a frosted window moonlight shines even more.
A Chest there did inter a King
Her grave was never marked –
A body packed as Arrows – Down –
In worse – A Common Bark
No Greener Sleeves – than Envy
Where ripped apart by Dogs
Owned masquerading Saviors
With faces meant for Frogs.
Prosper greenest rose.
The severed stem dos’t grows.
Come to the limb and reap the trim.
Thou ar’t so deep to master thy leap.
Spring must bring the lovely leafy thing.
Who cutest thou?
Tell it true.
The answer lies with thou as dew
CAST YOUR NET UPON THE RIVER
MIGHT YOUR LABORS BE WON
THE NETS ARE DRIED AND TORN
OH TO THE MERCIES OF YOUR
DAUGHTERS AND SONS
PUT YOUR ORES IN RIVER
MIGHT THEY BREAK WHEN
YOU ARE CALLED TO SHORE
YOUR EVILS ARE SPOKEN BEFORE ME
THE MERCIES OF YOUR
DAUGHTERS AND SONS
IT PROPMTS MOST TO LABOR
YOUR SELFISHNESS TO SPEAK OF ME
IN CONTRAST TO YOUR NEGATING
THE DELIBERATE WAYS YOU DISTORTED THINGS
YET YOUR LOVER YOU HAVE NEGATED
THAT SHE WISHES FOR
MONATARY GFAINS
HER LACK OF OBEDAEINCE
CAN BE DEBATED
AS SHE IS A WHORE
ABOVE ALL THINGS
She has the greenest face, he told his mother.
She looked at him cautiously. And that appeals to you?
Not really, but you should see her eyes.
What color are they?
They are the bluest of the bluest blue.
They are loving and caring and gentle.
They look at you as if you are the only man in the world.
His mother knew then that she would never hold skin color against this woman.
She had never thought skin color was a big deal anyway.
I want to meet her, she told him.