Best Greet Poems
I, Who Once Rose To Greet Dawn's Sweetest Voice
I, who once rose to greet dawn's sweetest voice
and with joys of life, made loving my choice
while in searching for romance and its gems
fiery rites of passion opened rose stems.
Moonlit skies, quenched heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who saw not blindness within my soul
felt only glory, instead of hurt's toll
A prisoner bound by unbreakable chains
I was a ghost, denying lonely pains.
Moonlit skies, quenched heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who walked along crooked paths with glee
did not admit harm done, to them or me.
Yes, a young rascal, seeking ever more
thus merciless, the bloody holes I tore.
Moonlit skies, quenching heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who thought life was meant for pleasure found
shut out truth's light and loud crying sounds.
Lost soul, racing into that coming wrath
playing wicked odds, and failing at math.
Moonlit skies, quenching heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who finally paid my costly dues
was imprisoned in dark, hard hitting blues.
Victim of my own making, blinded sight
cast into ebon fields of blackest blight.
No longer skies, of heavy gasping aches
No more searching, playing for higher stakes!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-21-2020
Rhyme, ( How Oft Life Teaches Us Those Much Needed Lessons )
Tribute poem composed for third poet, ( Christina Rossetti )
in my, -- "Lesser Known Poets Series".
See my new blog on this majestically talented and amazing poet.....
Remnants owlish wisdom wafts through nighttime’s purple sky.
Fox settles down with her kits, against a nurturing oak stump.
Meadow and forest perform their nightly slumbering rituals.
Vigilant deer mama is resting in a bed of fescue next to her fawn.
Fireflies blink sheer happiness, laughing in Morse code.
Owl’s successive tri hoots are followed by coyote’s excited yips.
Forest and meadow slowly close their eyes, under the bright stars.
The day relinquishes her responsibilities to night, gladly.
It is a magical time when day and night greet each other, happily.
Nature's Goddess Came To Greet
I stood upon a new dawn
When life was on the mend
And Spring burst in my heart
Nature's glory became my friend
Night stars and moon gave delight
As if life commanded this show
Brilliant rays cast upon the trees
A movie brightened dark the night
The forest spoke its worth
Creatures danced in sweet time
A pulse livened the glowing scene
Death and birth both sublime
Earth sent spirits to reveal
Stardust lying, lightly all around
Sights and sounds marvelous to behold
Mysteries slept in time surreal
Blast of knowledge entered in haste
Trees spoke with renewed vigor
Nightbirds sang in softened tunes
She appeared a glowing figure
Nature's goddess came to greet
Lowly man now most confused
A gift rarely ever given man
Goddess showering presents at man's feet
Set deep in this majestic night dream
Earth, Man and Nature eternally a team
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2014
Greet the little King,
who has been born in a cold manger
on the holiest of nights;
and by the glitter of a descending star,
He will spread peace in the land...
follow the shepherds and find that sight!
My gift to Him is my joyful song,
and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming...
walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice;
bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy!
See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels,
holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny.
A winter's night has always been completely bright,
every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light
appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine
voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth,
everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it;
and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown.
Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer,
whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places...
in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor,
where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways;
greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in,
and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?
Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine veraciously?
Shall life come a courting as thy subject?
Nay, lance the ripe boil of lassitude.
Purge thy barren cloister genuflect.
Author thine own life thee are not destitute.
Expand into the world, let life project.
Arise, pale spirit and the sun exude.
Wish all my friends on Poetry Soup a joyful, peace filled and prosperous New Year!
As the glow of 2022 has died out
When a new dawn’s halo is round the arc
Best wishes and prayers from all hearts sprout
‘Let a new world of light emerge from the dark’
Let us wait to see new hopes blooming
Grab the little joys the mind can contain
Dismiss all defeatist thoughts surfacing
Warmly greet the New Year about to begin
The stream of life glides gurgling
Listen to its dulcet rhythmic refrain
Put down smothering blues brewing
Cast away all sad and throttling pain
Inhale the salubrious air and begin again
Hope for happier times, day after day
With enormous appetite, life’s zest, regain
Newer vistas will open up and come to stay
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Jan.1.2023
Nay greet for me, I yet live
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere I once were
when drouthy neibors met
t'were to tak a dram or two
then tak the gate
na think on lang miles
nor of sulky dame
as frae her ye flee 'd
na catch'd wi' a skellum
blethering lik a blellum
ah lass na greet for me
by the auld haunt kirk
auld Nick a towzie tyke
nay catch'd this bogle
who scre'd the pipes and
gart them all a skirl
til skies a' did dirl
an in cauld hand held a candle
his ain soul now bereft
bides her lass, nay greet for me
translation
Do not cry for me, I yet live
never was I a baby to you
mind me as I once was
when thirsty neighbours met
it was to share a dram or two
then take the road home
do not think of long miles
nor of sullen wife
as from her you fled
not to be caught as a waster
rambling like a boaster
do not cry for me lass
by the old haunted church
Old Nick a shaggy dog
could not catch this ghost
who screwed the pipes
and make them squeal
until the heavens all ring
and in his hand a candle held
his ain soul now bereft
bides her, lass do not cry for me
the early birds greet
gentle wind, with humbleness
half moon is fading
Sipping on my coffee on this first day of May,
With the sun shining brightly, finally on display,
A movement of a branch so close to my window pane,
Caught my eye suddenly to, my attention, gain.
I moved closer to the window to get a better look,
And I was treated to a scene in God's Coloring Book.
O such a treat on this morning to begin my day.
They don't come much better no matter what they say.
Two birds were at play, were taking center stage,
Their delightful antics my awe they did engage.
They had come to my window to perform their little skit
And I was with pleasure watching every little bit.
Their play wasn't long but it was surely sweet
As ma and pa cardinal danced upon their winged feet.
It was crystal clear this happy, wedded pair
Was showing off their Love in the crisp, morning air.
They touched their beaks together in a gentle, birdie kiss.
Then he bowed to his lady, a gentleman and void of remiss.
As he performed for her with a flirty, chirping sound
He flitted all about her, up and down, around.
She took it all in as she turned, watching every move
And I think I even saw her nod as though she did approve.
When his performance was over, he came next to her to sit.
It was just a break before scene two of their little skit.
Next, a chase began as from branch to branch they flew,
Like a game of tag to see just who could catch who.
Although, pa cardinal seemed to do the most chasing,
Ma obviously was letting him for some winged embracing.
All too soon their show closed with no drawing of a curtain,
For they perched themselves briefly and I am quite certain,
They each took a bow to themselves and then bowed to me
And off they flew away together to where I couldn't see.
Though my coffee'd become chilled, I took some more sips.
I felt blessed watching one of nature's unrehearsed clips.
Although a bit sad now, the birdie show over,
I felt like a bunny who had just enjoyed clover.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-05-01 10:49:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
The people I see
Are not who I know,
Nor will I ever meet.
But something inside
Has made me feel compelled
To want to go and greet
To hear their stories
Would be great fun,
The tales of old and new
And when they're done
I’d say goodbye
Maybe even, thank you.
The people I see
Are not who I know,
Nor will I ever meet.
But what's inside
Matters the most
For our little Meet & Greet.
Through my window pierce first spry rays of sun
tingling energy hovers over me
like a coat waiting for a day of fun
effervescence tickles my skin with glee
Eyes shut tight I let myself be nudged by
a giggly infantry of mini faeries
aided by a mischievous butterfly
together keen to take on the breeze
As my eyes brush off the teasing sunrays
I linger in every precious moment
fresh morn air percolates in spite my laze
coaxes me to greet the sublime ascent
Cool air kissing my face like an eager puppy
Too excited Wake up Wake up Why so sleepy
Read on air by invitation ~ May 2, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 12, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK 10 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
on July 21, 2018 for contest YOUR FINEST SONNET sponsored by MARK MASSEY
and on March 6, 2018 for contest SUNSHINE SONNET sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
Morning comes with hope renewed
Yesterday's woes fade away
Cool morning breeze and misty dew
Produces gratitude for this new day
A'ho Grandfather, your child am I
Who sings a song of devotion
Carried by winged ones to the sky
As I face the rising sun
I am only one voice
Among many in this world below
But it is always my choice
To give the respect that I'm shown
As the sun lights up the clouds
I stand with my hands raised
And pray Great Spirit out loud
Unashamed with your praise
May this day be as it will
Whatever you desire it to be
No matter, I will keep gratitude still
Emenv, it will be well with me.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
dog me i might embark
your tricks are getting old
my canines dripping wet
bloodline of iron, not gold
never say im a pet
harder to use than some tools
youre confused if you knew
somehow I would stay fooled
no nonsense im into application
not here for validation
im a living being, chasin dreams
end of conversation
lay down only when I am seeking rest
stand up in moments i am not my best
a hardship a lesson sound
all of the poison downed
euphoria a fluffy cloud
till morning becomes too loud
drink up
im the lone wolf who joins the crowd
catharsis below this ground
i challenge the leash and shroud
figure the heads will catch me
fight them remaining feral
freedom just a sample
of immortals without a peril
bite because talking settles
im walking on awkward metals
stalking with an awesome bellow
justified saying hell no
my self will not be shaped or contained
manipulated, shamed or explained
my gross domestic is inches of skin
scorpion tested im bathing in sin
out of the rubble, intestines, and grim
somehow still subtle,
now i can greet pain with a grin
Golden sky, greet our eyes
Sincere guests arrive
Sweet sounds remind us of days gone by
Seasons taken for granted
We all do it.... Assume.... Rely.... Impose....Hide....Ignore
Why can't we..... Just trust?
Where were you? Where was I?
A film reel plays behind the scenes
Moments gone instantly
If only.... If only.... The two saddest pairing of words ever spoken
Life, sit awhile as Dawn knocks at the door
Life, hold our hands for a minute, as Sun stops by to remind us of His warmth
Golden sky, greet my eyes
Singing leaves begin to send their summer notes through the morning air
Falling gently to the baked September earth
Memories we want to touch
One more time
Just one more time, we wonder
Would those memories play out the same? Or did we create an imaginary view of the past? More magical, extraordinary, more meaningful than we truly experienced?
Life, sit with us, savor the living, thoughts gone as quickly as they came
Life, your precious face escapes us
All we want is to touch your liveliness, your laughter, one more time
Life, we miss you, remember us as the passage fills the golden dawn
Life looks up to the wonder at the line on the golden horizon and says....
"Only love today”
Memories of love equal worth and immortality. Choose love today. Love wins, always.
As eyes greet each fresh dawn, man’s answers seem crude bluff -
a sunrise deemed blessing (or safety conceived as Love’s heart!)
Once bright stars exploding formed ashes to paint us
on fabric of space-time (still married to stars’ paths through space).
Stuff burned by Red Giant’s a Sculptor’s best clay source?
Recycled detritus of fusion’s failed spark forms a soul?
As hydrogen fuses to helium (meets goal),
then fuses to carbon, to oxygen, … till iron’s recourse
means flame out; collapse of star’s mass can squish core’s face
and spark Supernova, with neutron star / black hole a plus!
Religions (most claim to) divine All That’s True’s start!
But Physics scopes testable models that work; that’s enough!
Brian Johnston
June 25, 2021