Best Headfirst Poems
I want to feel my whole world burst,
see scintillating stars dispersed
across a vast unsullied sky
the sapphire blue of my mind’s eye
when life was fresh and untraversed.
I want to jump again. . . headfirst
into the ocean, be immersed
as passion’s billows multiply.
I want to feel!
Wake up, my heart! I WANT that thirst,
expect the best and not the worst,
to have my breath be stopped - to cry
for heartbreak’s sake - not stop to sigh
with rue that Fate can’t be reversed.
. . . I want to feel.
Earth whispers
I hear her
I am here to receive
Nuances of flight and discovery
My senses warm with anticipation
Fragments of hope and desire
Pain and loss
Arrive on moonbeams of broken glass
Shattered dreams sing
Delivering silky threads
Glistening with seedlings of rebirth
Opening my heart, I close my eyes
Leaning forward into the warmth of the sun
Wearing my vulnerability on my sleeve
I dive headfirst off the cliff
Opening my arms to capture
The energy of the moment
Fingertips outstretched, reaching out
Beckoning encounters with the here and now
How wonderous to receive you
Dear light and love
I journey into what was – what is - and what will be
Messages arrive from you
Feathered musical notes
Cries from the lonely ones
Howls from the night animals
Thunderheads boom in the distance
Piercing the velvet blackness
A warm wave caresses me as you glide by
Tickling me with your tailfeathers
Magic in motion as time stands still
Inside the teardrop I gaze outward
Immersed in the beauty of
What it means to be alive
Persimmon heartbeats envelope me
A gentle rhythm as we rise
To the downy envelope between
Earth and sky
Gliding in peace and unity
Through star crusted waves of
Lavender light
Exhaling gratitude
Blossom
Enchantment
Does my heart yet beat?
Beg you - listen close, for I cannot
I fear it has halted its inexorable drum
Swallowed, as I, by the depths of your gaze
Brown - dark as black, against a dazzle of perfect ivory
I plunge your eyes headfirst with abandon - swimming deep
Submerged in immaculate sensuality and coy allure, thus
Is there any such elegance amidst Heaven's throng?
Did the Gardens of Babylon hide such a bloom?
Be there any such symmetry and polish
That feigns to measure your eyes?
Pray thee, for my selfish sake
Do not yet blink them
For I could not bear
Their absence.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Eyes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 385 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Ronald was a tough old ram, the biggest of his breed
Daniel was a clipperman, renowned of shearing deed
Many sheep were sheared that day and woolless they had fled
Before those two met in affray and battled in the shed!
Ronald, he had seen old Wallace wrestled to the floor,
Mugged of his dignity and fleece, and knew that it was war
And seeing that his turn was nigh, his hooves he dug in deep
He'd fight and though perhaps he'd die, at least he'd die a sheep.
Daniel had no time to waste, he'd quotas set to keep
And unprepared, he reached in haste to take the waiting sheep
But Ronald steeled himself as Daniel took him by the horn
And, rearing, pulled himself away before he could be shorn.
Off-balance, Daniel stumbled, to Ronald's great delight
Onto his knees he tumbled as the shears flew out of sight
And Ronald now unhanded felt his victory increase
Protecting his sheep dignity and, likewise, his sheep fleece.
But Daniel was not beaten yet, he knew that he'd faced worse
His mind was still determined set, he rose up with a curse
But still he was unsteady and Ronald was a ram
His head was lowered ready and he charged the clipperman
Ronald's head met Daniel's side and toppled him again
This time headfirst and to collide his head against the grain.
Leaving, stunned, the clipperman upon the wooden floor
In final victory, the ram strolled out the open door.
But, alas, 'tis not the way that sheep triumph at last
And Daniel would not see the day that any sheep got past
Despite Ram Ronald's victor's pride, the shearer would not yield
So followed a less dignified pursuit around the field.
Ronald, he was fast and he had four legs matched to two
So Daniel was outclassed, if that was all that he could do,
But he also had a sheepdog and so Ronald was defeated
He would have had the victory, if Daniel hadn't cheated.
ROWNTREE PARK
I have found green here
bordered by white lines
that meet then veer off
into infinity, perfect symmetry,
peppered by flashing yellow dandelions.
These, and more, colours
I have found here.
I have found dreams here
in the bats that sing for singles
and scream for homers,
in the cleats that pound
a rhythm as they slap the ground
with mercurial delight.
Oh, the sights and sounds
that I have found here.
I have found the cycles of life here
in the grass below and the sky above,
in the safe and the out,
I have found peace.
I have found youth here,
for here I am not an old man
barely able to walk,
I am forever ten
as I round the bases and slide
headfirst into home,
the feel of dirt in my face
and the smell of death in the tag.
If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.
I plunge, headfirst,
to swim your eyes,
and search their depths
for the soul of your mysteries ...
should I lose myself among the eddies there,
or the shadowy abundance of your passions
pull me to the warm dark of your abyss,
there is no other earthly place ...
I'd rather drown.
Submitted on May 2, 2020
To the "Brian's Choice 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.
I’ve got quite the appetite for mayhem
Thus from these desires my problems stem
Prozacidasical perhaps
Headfirst into Lady Luck’s slaps
Crumbling foot stools under my whim
Why if there be heart ache, I’ll have a bite
Just another serving of bittersweet spite
Bring on my many foolhearty excuses
Distilled crones, my destructive muses
Pluck from my sour patch mood, a pickled fight
“Amazing tradition. They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can’t come.“
Quote by Jeff Goldblum.
JOHNNY SPICER
In this tomb are the bits and pieces of the butcher Johnny Spicer
Got distracted whilst cutting meat and fell into the meat slicer.
JAMES.D.BOWLER
In this crypt are the flat remains of James.D.Bowlar
Tripped crossing the road into the path of a steam roller.
FREDDIE ALBRIGHT
In this grave is the head of surfer Freddie Albright
It was all that was left when he encountered a great white.
JIM BYRONS
Buried below are just the bones of hunter Jim Byrons
His rifle jammed and his body eaten by lions.
THE COMEDIAN
Hear lies Sid the comedian who thought it was funny
Kicking the bucket and owing the taxman money.
WILLO THE WISP
Lying below are the charcoaled remains of fire eater Willo The Wisp
Who drank too much petrol in his act and was burned to a crisp.
EMILY GRAF
Interred in two pieces is the magician's wife Emily Graf
Something went drastically wrong, and he sawed her in half.
PETE THE BUILDER
Above this grave is just the statue of the builder Pete
Fell headfirst into a cement mixer whilst mixing concrete.
JOE McNAIR
The loud crackling you can hear in this grave is of the killer Joe McNair
Too much power was used when they executed him in the electric chair.
Written on 11th August 2024.
Sky-to-land flashes,
Bright boughs clawing through blackness,
Nude tree dives headfirst.
Sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
Writing your lines
on the busiest day
Spilling your thoughts
on the page as you know it
Even those days
you’ve got nothing to say
Words are just words
I heard somebody saying
I don’t agree
when they come in this style
Poetic words that
a poets’ displaying
Often bring tears
but they often bring smiles
There in their mind
where these ideas flourish
So many things can
come into their view
Ideas grow out of
moments to cherish
Those who might need
something wonderfully new
Wandering lines
in an unending ramble
Stirred in a pot,
spun around in a swirl
Or like an egg that
each morning you scramble
Sunnyside up for
a boy and a girl
Still we will write as
our world comes a’ crashing
Rubble and bricks
fall headfirst to the ground
Mayhem and madness
our smiles are slashing
When all is lost
and no hope can be found
Yes, sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
But in the end
it is what we must do
Taking these scenes
to a friend now to show it
Especially when I find
that friend is you
Headstrong, headlong, headfirst, head on, Glory HallelujaH
Endure, engage, enforce, eradicate, exclusive, Delta ForcE
Reliant rescuer raider redeemer rapier razor, Army RangeR
Outfit outwit outlast outlive outright outdo USMC-ANGLICO
Protector of life, liberty, freedom, democracy, citizenshiP
Always stand in defense of The United States Of AmericA
True blue loud and proud defender of the American SpiriT
Respects the flag & supports The Constitution with honoR
I believe it is my duty to defend borders & Island HawaiI
Owning a firearm is a legal right under Amendment twO
This testimony represents that I am an American PatrioT
Champion and protector of our Democratic RepubliC
Officer and Peace Keeper, preventing what evil men dO
Unafraid against any challenger defending me and yoU
Resolute to the greater good with valor pride and honoR
American Soldiers paying the high cost for free AmericA
Gracefully protecting justice and liberty let freedom rinG
Extraordinary moral fiber and unequalled focus andhopE
All men created equal, Life, Liberty and Happiness quotA
Marines pledging pride, powerful protectors of patriotisM
Equal justice One Nation Under God Faith IndependencE
Respect the flag responsibility legal accountability honoR
Independence Declaration of people by people you & I
Constitutional contract for citizenship Capitalism acrostiC
Allegiance to the red, white and blue, God bless AmericA
A tribute to America's Special Forces
From out of the Mist a Dragon roars…
His second breakfast is way to late…
Yes, He’s our Super Duper Hero Dragon…
In search of Innocent Love, Truth, and the American Way.
He can bound tall buildings in a single bound,
Tho his wings help him a lot.
And he’s faster than a flying penguin…
Tho with the pigeons, he’s still trying to keep up!
Right now he’s circling in for breakfast…
Trying to figure out where to land.
An aspirin is silently a waiting…
By his breakfast for after he headfirst lands!
Yeah! He won’t be competing with Superman,
Not now or even in any time… soon…
But when he dons that cape… His penguins positively swoon.
Remember to keep him in your heart and minds as you go about your day.
You know, he’s determined to be Famous; And All I can say is Amen!
Yes, He’s our crazy fun loving Dragon, wanting to go there using my pen…
Who knows? With the amount of trouble he gets in…
He will probably… make it… in the end.
From Contest: Just Down the Road
Some people do not fall in love
They jump, headfirst, heedlessly
With little thought of where they'll land
Others dip in a toe and then
Either slide in cautiously or
Retreat with great haste, in contempt
Still others trip, most gracelessly
With much unseemly splashing
And left quite without their pride
Often, its some combination
Of the three above here listed
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
Tiny toes and a wrinkly face, such a sight for sore eyes to see,
what a blessing it is that God chose Joseph Thomas to be a part of me.
From a toddler to a teenager, soon in college after those days,
Joey married Layla his childhood crush, in love in a special way.
Soon I had grandchildren and how joyful my life became,
we weathered so many storms, but our family overcame.
On my last birthday I turned a tender young age of seventy,
sad news followed and we learned that nothing is a guarantee.
My Joey had been battling lymphoma at only forty years old,
we all gathered around the priest, for nothing could be controlled.
I stood there numb watching my son take his last short breath,
it seemed not too long ago I held him on my breast.
He grew great wings and flew above straight into the light,
I knew I would see him again, what a sorrowful delight.
My youngest daughter Caroline was pregnant with her first,
a gentle baby boy who came out backwards and headfirst!
I had the honor to hold little Tommy for the very first time,
I saw those brown eyes and I knew he was special and sublime.
Can it be true? Does my faith believe this to be our reality?
Can a soul be reborn into another child, a blessing of geniality?
My faith had been renewed and my perceptions had been overflowing,
I know deep down inside, Tommy holds the spirit of my Joey.
I believe the death of my sweet boy transmigrated into my grandson,
an embodiment of his soul with in, two spiritual bodies becoming one.
So amazing that Joey's spirit has again become earth bound,
this is why I believe what goes up....must come back down...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~