Best Greeting Poems
Hail this New Year for life’s fresh ascent
Endow me with joy of dawn's laughter;
I would hold all to my heart’s content
And write scenes of a merry chapter
Filled with days gold and nights softer …
Oh, bless the seasons! Who could decline
January to autumn's bower …
When months become sweet tokens, divine?
Flame this world with quietude, well spent
On unity like one blessed tower
In need of peace… let man be content
With freedom’s gift through love-light power;
As continents bridge , hour after hour…
Though time marches on , show us how fine
Love gleams in our homes like spring's flower…
Twenty Seventeen, come, be God’s wine!
New Year Contest For Janice Canerdy
Originally Written 12/30/2016
Resubmitted 1/3/2018
A beautiful colorful day,
every flower greeting hellos.
I'm joyfully kissing love,
many nights.
Only polite quiet recipients,
sound true universal valentines.
Wanting xylophone youthful zeal.
She droops her head in drowsy snooze
awaiting for the rise of dawn.
She covets eastern sky pale hues,
as she stretches and stifles a yawn.
She cares that soon ol’ Sol will rise,
her head ascending with his light.
She’ll follow him across the skies
until it’s time to fade at night.
Every blooming flower knows
that jolly orb that passes by.
He smiles and shines for only them
and sings to them from lofty high.
In field, in garden, or in pot,
they wave in silent voices bold.
"Hello!”, “Goodnight!”, and “Worry not.
We’ll soon again your face behold.”
I love you in the morning
I love you in the night
I love you without scorning
I love you with my might
Save your kisses just for me
Save your caresses too
Save your song of what will be
Save your words of love so true
Say you’ll be my Valentine
Say you’ll be mine forever
Say you’ll love me for all time
Say you’ll leave me never
After you pass our barbwire gates
Welcome to the United States!
A non-white face
Gets sprayed with Mace
But if you have cash, we'll be mates!
Where are the golden years I've heard about,
those worry-free years, I looked forward to?
Now when friends call, they practically shout,
and actors I knew are down to a few.
I'm greeting people at a Walmart store,
what image of retirement includes this?
Prices are high; I can't afford much more,
and yet, hunger's a pain hard to dismiss.
I feel let down; there's no pension, no hope,
I'll continue till I drop dead at work.
What choice do I have? I can barely cope,
it's either go to work or go berserk.
Growing old is such a slow way to die,
every so often, I breakdown and cry.
(Sonnet)
10/7/2018
I shouldn't have looked into wondrous eyes
to find a reason to comply and stay
and dance with romance beneath stars that sigh
in a fragrant-scented night, I'll obey
that your eyes so tender could hold me chained
with delicate passions burning desire
I become a prisoner that's retrained
freedom is granted to caress the fire
we'll hear the breathless breath of love in flight
and find a quietness that we'll embrace
unaware of stars falling through the night
I am lost in eyes that reflect love's grace
that I have looked into your wondrous eyes
to strip my mask, my unwilling disguise
Good day, Sun;
so nice to see you.
At my age, despite
what odds I give I
can't get anyone to bet,
all wagering off, as to
whether, the following
morning, I will be earth-side
or aloft?
Good morning, Sun,
you're so bright and
cheerful, let us start the
day with an earful: God
put us both where we
are, for Light Reason~
Yours to charm the sky,
the tales of a season,
mine to focus and sigh
as I write of your dim
and bright – it is a turning
world I live in, some turns
seeming without caring
reason –
It is here where we depart –
yours a physics, while mine
of feeling heart; yours predictable,
to within seconds – cycles long
into years – mine, a wash, of
surprising joys then senseless
tears – yours, a place so long
in the sky, while my span, a
brief hello, and goodbye –
Some say, you have a soul,
not merely a dawn and a
hush – good morning, my friend,
your moon does seem to blush –
as I contemplate the creature from afar, beads of sweat from my forehead hissing as they strike the parched august soil below, the object of my gaze lazily lifts a hand upward, tilting it slightly in the air before resting it gracefully on the ledge before him, when, eyeing me, the alien fairly flows in my direction, his hand no longer opaque but shockingly transparent, mesmerizing me as it passes through the plane of my own hand unscathed.
sere hand … fingers mine ...
earth bakes ... skeletal wind whips ...
eerie … nothing there
June 11, 2018
I'm grumpy and I'm lumpy
Be nice to me or I'll snarl
Hurry up and feed me
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
"You're a lot smarter than you look," read the face of my greeting card,
"but then again," the inside stated, "you look like a retard."
May your years ahead...
be full of cheer....
May blessings come your way....
You're the best...Mother Dear!
"Happy Mothers Day>"
tiny hands and huge heart spied this motif of life
a flight to heaven forerun by sweet token words
you are what you feel, but cherished for what you write
a nascent artist who could easily entice
a subtle rhyme from tears that strike the earth
tiny hands and huge heart spied this motif of life
she toted pen, paper, and the need to recite
phrases that delivered so much more than self-worth
you are what you feel, but cherished for what you write
deeply immersed in a literary device
her mind rode this wave like the skilled surfer
tiny hands and huge heart spied this motif of life
this precocious gift came wrapped in a lavish smile
a child who saw tremendous joy in giving verse
you are what you feel, but cherished for what you write
never to be forgotten a soul free of strife
her story tolls like the bells of wisdom and church
tiny hands and huge heart spied this motif of life
you are what you feel, but cherished for what you write
AN EASTER GREETING
Were one to dwell
On nature’s complexity –
The Earth
The Galaxies
The Universe
That soul might increase man’s knowledge
Take a pretty flower
Examine every fiber
Classify the root
And with our modern technology
Somehow benefit the here-and-now –
Better health
Longer life
A few happy hours
Victory through complexity!
But life’s main ingredient
Said Jesus Christ
Is LOVE
Least complex of nature’s qualities
Which merely says
“Come unto me”
In walking breathing faith
Leave the probers to their grasping, mental
days and ways
“Come unto me”
In walking breathing faith
And all will be simplicity
Happy Easter
With love
Dave Austin
Have a Happy Christmas
filled with memories so sweet
and all the peppermint sticks
one little girl can eat!