Best Heart's Content Poems
There once was a fox, as wise as can be,
He lived in the hollow of an old oak tree.
Not so very far from an ol’ Farmer’s Farm;
A farmer he knew would do him great harm.
Also, on that farm lived a lively young goose,
And he caused the fox’s dry mouth to juice.
Without a care, the goose gandered about,
Causing the fox great apprehension, no doubt.
One day they met at the edge of the farm:
The goose knew, for sure, the fox meant him harm.
Mr. Fox, I know you can eat me, he said,
But, I know a better way you can be fed.
The farmer has many an egg you can eat,
and they are more juicy than feathery meat.
I’ll tell you just how to gain your supply;
as quick as a wink, or the blink of an eye.
The farmer is rich and he doesn’t have need
for all of his wealth, and all of his greed.
We poor of the earth, he cares not about:
We should take eggs from the lecherous lout.
Sure, he feeds us, and quite well in fact,
But he profits from the sweat of our back.
We animals are brothers, and should take heed
About each others wants and each others need.
You can sneak around by the ol’ mill gate,
while I distract the hound, down by the lake.
His threat to you I shall circumvent,
and you can then eat to your hearts content.
The sly ol’ fox, he surmised this odd tale:
Hen’s eggs were delicious, he knew quite well.
Oh, this we will do, he quickly agreed:
Eggs, he knew, were quite delicious indeed.
So, the goose set off, the hound to distract,
And also the fox, to the mill gate out back.
But, the goose had another plan in his mind;
A problem solution of a far different kind.
He enlisted the hound in his subversive trick,
To solve the fox dilemma finally and quick.
He sent the hound round to the ol’ mill gate,
Leaving himself to just piddle and wait.
Then suddenly upon him with claw and tooth
Pounced the fox, ‘fore he could honk or hoot.
In this moral lesson we all can deduce,
Why no-one says: “he’s as sly as a goose”.
The SLY fox knew: “If the goose would betray
the farmer that feeds him, he will betray me too.”
Lionel
In the solitary cell i dwell
basked in the morning glory
gazing through the casement bright
feasting on the pulchritude
eyes behold the rugged trunk
flowers blooming like a shrug
with each branch a story to spare
abode to birds and beast alike
huge as a giant with shadow spread
finding solace in its calming shade
my muse that creates an urge to jot
to hearts content the minds plot.
© Nadiya (21 Jan '15)
*Won 4th place on 7 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Ekphrasis' by Rick Parise.
Shines the season brimming with grandeur, rich
In winter... frills of ice and snow bewitch
My pine trees capped with tinsels evergreen :
Comes spring-- dizzy where buds' hues turn to sheen
While air minty weaves on glens to unfurl
My trail scenting walks on plush lanes...hours whirl.
Then summer calls, hundred moths blaze cloud's fire,
Red-hot nights flaming, sizzling moon's desire
To entice a June love I bring to shore,
Till fall chants... boughs spilling lace on damp floor
Relishing life's harvest...true hearts content
When I trace cycles blooming but not spent;
For this spirit thrives on stars, earth,
' neath clay...
I am life that begins and ends each day
Between seasons, time pauses for a while,
As hands nourish solstices that beguile.
For I, God's nature child, could grant relief
Bringing hope for man's journey...root to leaf
We were home
On an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us
Took a slow walk under the summer sun
Coming home we went our separate ways
My son to the living room
Wife upstairs and
I to the den
Where I fell into a deep sleep
My body sinking into the sofa.
A faint breeze circulated through the house
Suddenly a yellow light woke me up
The skies suddenly darkened
Then thunder
Followed by heavy rain
It was a summer storm
Sudden it its ferocity
And intensity.
Groggy
I woke up
Barefoot
Breathless
Joining my wife and son
Running out to bring in the lawn cushions
In the rain we
Laughed
Made loud noises
Threw cushions around
Shrieked
To our hearts content
Glad to be together again
Because of a summer storm.
It was an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us
Took a slow walk under the summer sun
Coming home we went our separate ways
Jon to the living room
Elaine upstairs and
I to the den
Where I fell into a deep sleep
My body sinking into the sofa.
A faint breeze circulated through the air
Suddenly a yellow light woke me up
The skies suddenly darkened
Then thunder
Followed by heavy rain
It was a summer storm
Sudden it its ferocity
And intensity.
Groggy
I woke up
Barefoot
Breathless
Joining Jon and Elaine
Running out to bring in the lawn cushions
In the rain we
Laughed
Made loud noises
Threw cushions around
Shrieked
To our hearts content
We were together again
Because of a summer storm.
My heart sings
with the drizzle
it swings
and wistle
sings oh drizzle!
the pitter patter and the long awaited cool
that bolt of light and the rumble
it is the heavens rule
lifting my spirit it makes me humble
wanting some more, no rule or rumble
the murky water and the ground lush
my eyes behold the nature green
dancing trees lingering beads, a wondrous mesh
the petrichor makes me swoon and keen
a keen urge to jot, to hearts content the minds glean.
©Nadiya (16 Jan '15)
I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble
who trains unusual pets to juggle
assorted items frequently fumbled
by freakish fish or octibumbles
This hobby made him mucha dinero
which he put in the bank ‘with interest’ to grow
but while he was filling in all of the forms
One creature escaped from under his arms
Unseen in the dark, in the bank late at night
It bypassed security through the intranet site
And juggled and gambled to its hearts content
playing with our pennies until they were spent
Red-faced officials met the press in a panic
George Bush sent more troops to Afghan and Iraq
World leaders drew circles around toxic debt
then pointed their fingers to the country that started it...
The slimy old salamander sucks his cigar
as he drives to his office in a luxury car.
CEO though all see he's a feckless axolotl
without any shame, just a shed load of bottle.
He's safe in the knowledge, while his bank has been drained
A huge bonus is scheduled to keep him retained
and cash will be pumped from the taxpayers vains
soon he’ll start things all over and gamble again.
you can't make your heart beat something it won't
it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
rap your rap well from the heart
this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for
someday's it maybe a chore
don't listen to critics cause most will bring you down
I mean they mean well if it's in the positive mode
positive reinforcement is good for the heart
rap as you dream of better days
never getting lost in a purple haze
look to the old school masters of the past
with hearts an opened door beating fast
be who you are on the inside
don't try to hide behind four walls that squeal
others may address this as being no big deal
yet there's only one life will soon be passed
only what's done out of love will last
people need to be more opened minded but their blinded
by Satan the god of this world
they twist your words to fit their fancy
gone are the days when Sid met Nancy
let the heavenly light be your guide instead we hide
shattered glass on the basement floor lest I implore
seek truth with all of your heart
then you will light the inner spark to what your waiting for
get in the zone watch a lot of Home Alone
busy as a bee rapping the rhyme as a blown up mystery
something up your sleeve people bleed
does death hurt you the most or is it fear
I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain
still no one question anymore
no one has a voice were just the blind leading the blind
soon will fall into a great ditch feverish pitch
I'm only human after all
sin has been evident after the fall
then onto the no it all
rap to your hearts content & have a ball
Don’t weep along side my grave, as I am no longer there.
My body rests close underneath, but my spirit’s everywhere.
Don’t weep along side my grave, as I’m those that we love.
They came to take me from this earth, for the journey to above.
You’d love it here, it’s magical. I’m healthy and I’m free.
I walk without so much pain, and cancer’s let me be.
I miss you, and it pained me to go. I left regretfully.
But now I dance until my hearts content, and my heart keeps up with me.
I have been rid of my heartache, all my pain and all my sorrow.
Now I know your grandpa will be part of my every tomorrow.
There are no bugs in my garden here, it’s plentiful and thrives.
In this magical heaven, my body and soul feel alive.
So please.
Don’t weep along side my grave, although I know it may be hard not to do.
I’m content and have been blessed & I'm always watching over you.
Look at me, boy how things have changed
Don’t know how life got so rearranged
Never saw it coming but it feels so good
One day my eyes, my heart, my soul opened up
Life’s been full of surprises since I was a young pup
Your love is what saved me, and it feels so good
Can’t plan it, or force it, love will come to you
Can’t tell you how often, can’t even tell you who
Life’s hard and sometimes things just get in the way
But if you’re open to it, love will come to you and stay
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing’s left in tatters
Didn’t think this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
Having a drink in an old country bar
Sitting with strangers, listening to a guy play guitar
The bar tender looks twelve, pours another beer
Three old men talking loud force me to me hear
It’s been a hell of a week working in my torn dungarees
Has me thinking is this how it ought to be?
Then I smile, ‘cause it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me
Just to see your smile makes it all as it should be
I wasn’t this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
One old man sees the smile on my face and says
Your newlywed glow will soon be gone without a trace
Didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears
As I drive up to our house that night
I remember the last time we sat and cried
Expecting our first child, we were so scared
Thinking back on that time, so special and shared
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing left in tatters
Been this way a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me
Look at me
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Western runs.
Within the sailcloth’s native flight
down all the oceans could I write,
but good from it can’t come to me
as wonder I at open sea.
You blew me fast on to a shore,
to a sailors will to survey more,
in time did courage I equip,
set sails to my beloved ship,
on a voyage thus I was again,
to shelter once more then attain,
at open sea I wondered long,
Inspecting where the skies went wrong,
why won’t my Northern Wind descend,
when this sailor does on it depend;
but still the promise that I made,
to your choices my silence bade,
when will you see that I had kept,
on stranded days and nights unslept—
my silence close, with lips concealed,
when bitter truth this life revealed,
through torrents that did daunt my being
still vexing moans I kept from fleeing.
If seas could only lives reset
and baptize me to you forget,
would gladly drown in all of them
to this misery just condemn,
but only in my tears design
could I now reach that land of mine
where my silence shall leave me too,
life as a beggar there renew,
upon whose shores I would down lie,
to hearts content then cry and cry.
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Eastern runs.
R.N.Khan, © 2013
You are my love,
my hearts content.
you are my life,
a life ideal.
you are my joy,
and you are my happy.
happiness like no one else can bring.
you are my hopes,
and you are my dreams.
you light up my life.
you are my everything.
you are my fear,
and frustration.
you are my pain,
and you are my anger.
you bring out the best of the worst in me.
you are someone to blame,
someone to hurt,
someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me.
you are my child.
A child you should be,
I should love you as God intended.
I wish someday our bond can be mended.
I have made choices, i can not take back.
I can not make up for the motherly lack.
circumstance and situations have put me here,
feeling hopeless and living in fear.
anxiety has stricken me,
I have succumb to my disease.
giving up on what i believe,
I have become someone in need.
I can no longer give my love,
my patience has run dry.
my heart has grown cold,
my eyes can no longer cry.
Forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
forgive me for the pain in your heart,
forgive me for the tears in your eyes.
I too am a child, learning how to become wise.
I love you child of mine
My great adventure
At the ripe old age of six, I went
With my two young brothers
Aboard the mighty ship, Mooltan
We went on a big adventure
To a land called West Australia
My parents bought the tickets
How excited we all were
To be going across the ocean.
We boarded ship in London town
Oh, what a great adventure.
The docks were called the Tilbury docks
Oh, what a sight we saw
We were so awed by this mighty ship
The excitement filled our souls
We went aboard all filled with joy
And our adventure had begun
We left old Blighty far behind
Went on our merry way
Life was great aboard this ship
We played to our hearts content.
Oh lord we sailed through so many countries
Our little hearts aglow
Shopping from the old bum boats
Oh boy it was such fun
Oh how I loved this ocean air
It made me feel alive
Eventually after five long weeks
Ahead we spied the coastline
‘So this was it’ my young mind said
West Australia was in sight.
Oh, what a lovely sight it was
My heart it really danced
To see those vast, white sandy beaches
It gave me such delight
We were so excited, us three
Our knew life was beginning
And oh it had been quite a trip
I always will recall
These days until the day I die
It was so beautiful.
There is no other place to compare
With nostalgia and profusion it bares
A place where I dissolve my thoughts
And a convention of love never bought
When I am with him I forget about time
But still recording every little moment - I’ll be fine
This is the place I call home
In his presence is where I roam
(in the arms of an angel)
There might be days of sadness
There might be weeks of madness
Nothing for my hearts content
But then the thought of him - gives me spirit to defend
Then I see it all and everything disappears
In his presence I have no fears
(in the arms of an angel)
My love for him always stands
Not a list of any demands
I want to plant that what is only good
In his presence as it should
(in the the arms of an angel)
Now that I have turned over every stone
And licked dry every bone
I treasure the magical time we shared, that every days
I promise will never be lost in any ways
My cup overflows – I confess
In his presence was absolutely the best
(in the arms of an angel)
The moment I saw you I knew
That the love of my life was you.
Through the pain and fire of earthly desire,
We have proven to be true.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Now that we have heaven’s consent.
May the sun and moon their blessings give,
While in happiness we live.
Let the birds of paradise sing
And the golden church bells ring.
May each turtledove and star above
Herald an eternal spring.
Like an ever-quenching pond,
We have formed a lasting bond
From life to life, as husband and wife—
So tender, so dear, so fond.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Through the times that are turbulent.
Together may we stand, still hand in hand,
With devotion never spent.
Let us love to our hearts’ content,
Till we know what the poets meant.
May the words ‘to cherish’ never perish
And love be benevolent.
~ Harley White
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Song Lyric, from: One Two Three a Trilogy – Three – “The Wild Swans” – a rendering in musical theater by Harley White – based on the Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Andersen (1805—1875)
The song lyrics can be seen at the “Trilogy excerpts” link on my website at… harleywhite.awardspace.com ~ (click on Wild Swans)…