Best Halcyon Days Poems
The countryside is as delectable as an apple pie, feel free to dip in and enjoy a slice of my world , quote by poet
When I need to relax and seek quiet meditation
I head for the countryside without any hesitation
My weekend retreat’s perched on top of the hill
far away from the city, it’s so peaceful and still
The picturesque lake is such a tranquil scene
with the mountains reflected it looks so serene
Cool fresh mountain air is like a soothing balm
I’m at one with nature, I’m content and calm
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05/14/21
Like an Orchid in bloom
I fell for you
Little by little
I was consumed
Were do I sleep?
When thought and dream
You constantly seep
Into my heart
To become a part
Tethered to me
For all to see
Times were good
Some stressful too
But I was happy
Being next to you
I saw only you
You saw only her
And yet I fought
For you to be together
With the person
Who shined in your eyes
I should have no reason
To be this nice
To set up the person I liked
With the one she seeked
Even though it wasn't me
But now your leaving
The one who loved you
And everyone else too
Do you remember way back, yester-year,
and far off times when life had just begun?
Of languid days, so free and debonair,
all by the pool with friends and having fun?
Those happy thoughts of Sue and Kate and Clare,
their tummies tanned and torsos basking in the sun?
And me? Do I recall this bright and carefree dawn?
Oh no. You see, I wasn’t even born!
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For nette onclaud's 'MOMENT IN ANOTHER TIME' Contest by Charles Clive.
my halcyon days of childhood
alas! i feel as lost ecstatic paradise
i played under the azure sky
now in no way memory permits to sacrifice
i screamed along with my friends
my free heart now lies in grave of time
flawless sound of words are rusted as an old iron bar
in solitude stepping to the valley of mime
Oh! my lovely golden days of childhood
will you meet me in my old age again
when a new rainbow will smile above
ditto feeling will pass through my vein
Long live in halcyon days
of yore the golden age
of my history mysteries
known to none but one.
My inner terminal washed
in ancient memory and gilded
in halcyon rays...
Of a memory remembered differently
known to none!
But one my inner sight encrusted
in a veneer of a golden age,
starting to crack
and
peel…
The Falling Away.
Reflects the truth of a mystery
burred deep in my history
like a corpse of a former life
longed to live in halcyon days...
Gloried in fading gilded rays of memories…
A lone.
Long
live
Halcyon Days!
Cool
water
pushes up
against my face.
Eyes searching, left, right,
enchantment, pure delight.
Darting colours dashing through.
From twilight shadows wonders move.
I hang, buoyant, watching, mesmerized
enraptured by this lustrous paradise
How I loved our trips to the local park …
As long as it wasn’t raining you’d be raring to go
The second I got you out of your buggy you were off like a rocket
You’d run towards the swings as fast as your little legs would go
I’d run beside you and lift you onto the baby swing
“Mummy, mummy, please push me” you’d implore
I’d start off gently, then push you a little harder
“Higher, push me higher,” you’d squeal with excitement
*********
Several years passed
Then you were able to climb onto the ‘big swing’ on your own
You’d rock gently to and fro like a pendulum
Then you started swinging higher and higher
with your legs stretched out in front of you
‘Look Mummy, I can reach the sky!’ you’d exclaim
I’d sit on the swing beside you and we’d see who could go the highest …
Of course you always won!
*********
Many years have passed and you’ve finally flown the nest
Occasionally I saunter down to the local park
I love the hear the excited giggles of the little ones at play
If I get the chance I’ll sit on one of the swings …
I find its rocking motion so so comforting
Suddenly all those precious memories of you come flooding back
Sounds of the past Contest
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10-26-17
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Last year we went back to where we used to live ... it had changed so much the memories were much better than the reality
6/12/19
Halcyon Days!
I do not seek your enmity
but think I'm grateful we're not friends
although we were for many years.
Let half the nation say adieu,
There's nothing I desire from you!
I won't lean toward false gravity,
defame my truth, praise your loose ends.
I humbly thank you for your part
in showing me a Judas kiss,
but sad to know that you're so clear
my dreams aren't dreams you care to hear.
Still, swear to God, I'll view your art
though pyrites salt Trump's mine's abyss.
I don't seek win; I wish your gain,
salvation's peace, not scammer's pact.
My faith's Grace saves all fools who fall
though sinners dream their truth fits all
(their desperation sources pain.)
Pray words don't harm, God's Grace, a fact!
Brian Johnston
25th of October in 2020
Angela spoke to Bob, then they hopped in a Taxi and took a ride through the '80s. Prince decided to join in, but he wanted to go fast, so he took a Little Red Corvette and parked the Mercedes.
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Michael Knight pressed the gas as he fought crime with his good friend KITT. Bo, Daisy, and Luke joined the fun while running some 'shine' and outsmarting Boss Hogg, leaving him in a pit
Bruce Banner chose a pair of Rockports and a backpack to hide his green side. Crockett and Tubbs could feel it 'In the Air Tonight' as they cruised the south side.
Cheers to riding to a place where everybody knows your name
A place where you were sure to see: Sam, Diane, Norm, Cliff, Carla, and a new friend just the same
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Yes, cruising.
Not only on roads but also through the air to Fantasy Island and across the big blue seas; romance and adventure filled the air on The Love Boat, embracing the breeze.
In halcyon days
Remember the agony of fire
Remember the first kiss
Nets of remembrance cast way back
Dredging and fishing the waves
Of surf on a childhood island
Where the halcyon days sleep in graves.
Does anyone know where the time went?
When the tide of life started to turn,
How it slipped through the fingers like nothing,
How it seemed there was plenty to burn?
The people and places so treasured,
Salad days swallowed in play,
Buried in coffins of keepsakes,
Blank markers imply where they lay.
Unearthed in the musings of moments,
Spontaneous nostalgia be wed
To the implement tools of the psyche,
And the thoughts resurrecting the dead.
Mythologies coined by the memory,
Some vivid, some poorly defined,
A first kiss, the girl so vivacious,
Her name never quite springs to mind.
The sun blazing brighter and hotter
On the callow face haloed with light,
Was it really so simple and easy,
Was it really that clear and bright?
The truth from a book resonating,
Can strip the philosophy bare:
For the past is an alien country
And they do things so differently there…
Heading down to the water's edge
A relaxing place to hang out
Forgetting my everyday cares and woes
Watching kids jump and shout
Everyone's wearing a great big smile
Laughing and skipping along
Reminding me of my halcyon days
Singing those happy songs
Cherish those spirited days of yore
With us for too short a while
Never to return except in our thoughts
So greet each day with a smile!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Unflustered epoch, warmer, bright,
when all the world willed pure delight
and games gave chase through afternoons
on cloudless days in Mays or Junes:
then, time stood furthest from the mind
and spring was always close behind
wherever winter served its worst.
How we would hurry, sing, or burst
into the yards, play hide or seek,
watch butterflies, or climb to peek
beyond the forest full of thrills
to glimpse the mountain past the hills.
We swore we would explore it all,
run higher, deeper, like the ball
one throws much further thanks to age.
Impatiently we turned that page
and scurried toward maturity,
oblivious to misery.
The vernal hours vanish fast.
To those yet youthful: make them last!
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New poem submitted to the Rhyming Contest
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/rhyming_me__a_poem_2_15617
Prompt: Photo 3 (children playing outside)
Date: November 7, 2021
Infinite sorrows non-existent
life chirped in oblivion
halcyon days of childhood
unplanned outcomes were a hit
full-on Masti from dawn to dusk
until a voice boom into ur giggles
"You're grounded 4 a week"
a tiny moment of heartbreak,
erased again in no time with
your favourite ice cream.