Best Homewards Poems
As the stars
begin
to appear in
the night sky
the snowfall
continues
unique snow
crystals fall from
heaven
We're happy
to watch the
whiteness spread
over the land
Taking a deep
breath of the
night air
we head homewards
Tomorrow it will
be difficult
to get around
But the
snow looks so pristine!
The
trees are hung
with snow
And so, we;ll
take in the sight
of a world of
white
Categories:
homewards, inspirational, nature, seasons, night,
Form:
Free verse
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors.
Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes.
The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.
Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
Dances for limpet clients.
Applause is steeped in lassitude,
Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers
And artful eyelash of the androgynous.
The hovering notes caress the night
Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play.
Departures linger.
Absences do not
Deplete the tavern.
They hang over the haze
As exhalations from receded shores.
Soon
, Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.
This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world.
Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.
- Wole Soyinka -
Categories:
homewards, heart,
Form:
Verse
He played the part he knew so well
(the juggling acts, the ringing bells)
The smile he smeared across his face
(another act, to hide disgrace)
His laughter hid behind the sun
(just a prank, was all in fun)
He boarded on a west bound train
(rode by coach, he crossed the plains)
He disembarked as the sun set
(stretched out his arms, his eyes were wet)
He held the laughter to his heart
(was there to stay, would never part)
He raced back homewards towards the east
Now whole and strong. The Wildebeest.
Categories:
homewards, introspection, life,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
United at the family hearth the united kindred do gather,
Heart and home filled with holiday warmth, these are the
Blessings of Thanksgiving.
Legacy’s treasured reunion, our loved ones sharing traditions
Sacred season, with their heads bowed low in prayers faith,
Then feasting in graces bounty of love.
Blown from heaven is the horn of plenty, by the angels of the lord
Almighty, blessing this table filled with honesty’s joyous festivities,
Humbled in this picturesque display of friendship and devotion
In cherishes memories of celebration, we do reflect in life’s
After glow bathing in its remnants of remembrances of
The past.
Slenderly, sliced is this piece of the American Apple pie,
Placed gingerly upon the international feasting tray,
For those to share both homewards and abroad.
In our society of diversity, we are united beneath many
Flags and cultures, yet this is the true meaning
Of this holiday of blessings promise to be
Thankful for our differences and uniqueness,
And to share in loves dream of togetherness.
Stirred in our great American melting pot,
Are color, creed and religious indifference?
To expose the warmth of humanities kindred ship,
And acceptance, blanketed beneath freedom’s
Calling of the stars and stripes liberty bell.
The solders of international valor, lay down their
Arms of war, united in the holiday of life’s brotherhood.
To share the blessings of traditions answer to one
Day know peace at last.
Thanksgiving miracle in truth, is hands crossing over
The shores of ignorance, pulling off the blinders of
Intolerance and bowing our heads in prayer at a broader
Scale’s table of sharing with our fellow man.
United at the family hearth the united kindred do gather,
Heart and home filled with holiday warmth these are
The true blessing of Thanksgiving.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
homewards, adventure, america, family, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Tinkering over the pebbles
flowing freely onwards
smoothly
leaving in its wake soft ripples
as it travels homewards
blithely.
written 03/07/2015
by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Memento Of Waters
visual 5 used
Categories:
homewards, water,
Form:
Verse
In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door
She's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes.
The comedy of errors that harried her homewards.
The young woman who will always be our child
Has the lot of us laughing
When we should be asleep
At things that would've driven others
To fury or despair
But those have no hold on her,
Because bulldogs don't give up -
They just hold on.
So now she's holding on again -
A new grownup
In a too grownup world.
Schooltime's over;
Lessons are now born from living.
- But that's all right,
Because biting down, holding fast
Is what she does -
She's gonna chew this bone too,
The tough white bone of adulthood,
Down to a pile of fine, digestible dust
She'll make it all her own
The while she works it.
Categories:
homewards, daughter, family, happiness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Evening descends
Running track overture;
Brisk walk abstract
~~~~~~~~~
Late night commute
Transit trains empty;
Small talk echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk walk homewards
Wind follows footsteps;
Seeking company
~~~~~~~~~
Supper for dinner
Cold dishes now;
Busy delay
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady struggles
Bad knee joints;
Painful walk
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight aura
Mystic blue streams;
Lovers serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy weather
Indoor activity;
TV interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Afternoon siesta
Puzzling dream time;
Abrupt awakening
~~~~~~~~~
Britain opts exit
European Union crisis;
Latest news flash
~~~~~~~~~
Choices made
Winners and losers;
Consequences attend
~~~~~~~~~
Be quick now
Let grief be brief;
Exclusion clause
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 June 2016
Singapore
Categories:
homewards, change,
Form:
Haiku
Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black chess player went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him, Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
so just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
with however badly he suffered.
To work towards a chess tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey, we're Checkmated Winners,
So just don't cause that trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Now listen up People,
We said he won't get his own money!
Categories:
homewards, confusion, discrimination, international, jealousy,
Form:
Sonnet
Rain may flood the street
But homewards she has to stride
Kids and kitchen waiting.
Categories:
homewards, love, mom,
Form:
Haiku
Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey
Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate
Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging
To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor
Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll
Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates
Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill
So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing catchup
Take your trip,
Embrace emptiness;
Rest weary wiles
Here by this bench
Watch people passing;
Wit humours worry
Driver's hot seat:
Fast luxury car
Speeding away
Now for a pit stop
Mechanics of motion;
Preventive maintenance
Bus trip homewards
Observe fellow passengers;
Flashy mobile devices
We flood the bus
Private thoughts lurk;
Ready to unleash
Air-con bus ride
Morning masquerade;
Chameleons in-transit
Glare of morning
Sun in my eyes;
Drowsy dreamy crazy
Missing the point
Stray words dislodge;
Meaning decapitated
Drowsy movement
Blurry sensations;
Graveyard shift starts
Report and lodge
Complaint that cuts;
Fire a loose cannon
Moody mindset
Uneasy dawn;
Distant tremors
Exit the start
Enter the end;
Roundabout lurks
Highway song
Go fast within limits;
Speedy Gonzales!
Follow the signs:
Deliver me
From my slavery
Illumination saves
Ignorance and blame;
Choice rewards freedom
Morning story
Sleep put on hold;
Awareness now grooms
Leon Enriquez
25 Feb 2014
Singapore
Categories:
homewards, february,
Form:
Haiku
Did ya hear the whispering in the breeze,
It’s the great Smokey Mountains calling me homewards,
Listen to sweet tones of the Tennessee hills, it’s the great
Gateways of Gatlingburg, singing with the softness of the
Alpine mists, welcoming all to come and join in the
Rhythm of these sacred valleys both deep and lush!
Oh here let the native tribal beat mix with the
Outlanders vibrancy of song, what a harmonistic
Melody, the blending of cultures leaving a wondrous
Sound that echoes within these timeless hills of
Wilderness beauty!
Splendors grand master piece created by the divine
Maker, on the most rocky top highs extreme palate
Of elegance, to behold by the eyes of the humanity,
For generations to share and experience forever!
Let the crystal clear streams of the mountain tears,
Over flow with appreciations tranquility, for here
Lies the harmony of the peaceful way of life,
And it truly is another word for paradise!
Endurance's mountain folks cling to the simpler
Ways in life, the values of the family kept sacred
And cherished always, helping their fellow kindred
In times of trouble or great strife.
Oh if only the outside world could melt away,
I’d be the wander whom found their way at last,
In this isolation's off foot path, called the
Gateway to those smoky mountains, in
Tennessee, my wayward path would find me in
Gatlingburg, it thus calls me homewards,
Welcome!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
homewards, adventure, america, beauty, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Evening cascades
Journey homewards;
Work hiatus
~~~~~~~~~
Spring hurls
Fragrant blossoms;
Festive mood
~~~~~~~~~
Tender saplings
Sky bound yearnings;
Sun mesmerising
~~~~~~~~~
Joy sparkles
Spring melodies;
Buzz of freshness
~~~~~~~~~
Long bank queue
Urgent transactions;
Cash is king
~~~~~~~~~
Overseas studies
Payments to make;
Vested future
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting an hour
Long queue dwindles;
Our turn now
~~~~~~~~~
Paperwork signed
Fund transfer instructions;
Australian university
~~~~~~~~~
Hectic activity
So much to do;
Moving all afternoon
~~~~~~~~~
Lunar new year
Fortune incoming;
Brisk preparations
~~~~~~~~~
Auspicious airs
Prevailing certainty;
Better days ahead
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2015
Singapore
Categories:
homewards, change,
Form:
Haiku
WEATHER SAILS
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
Swaying to the shift, shifting to the sway, angelic thin veils melting,
Vaporizing into nothingness, moistures wind catchers these waves
Of the untamable storm, called the outer stratosphere,
God’s bluish green vessel, a bio-sphere of natural miracles!
Lightning’s lordly finger prints as a masterpieces maker,
Attempts to touch his living masterwork of brilliance,
And echoing with thunder’s joyous sounding, as his pleasures
Reply!
Aft to the sterns guiding wheel, this captain of the mortal soul
Guides all hands aboard through our lives perfect storm,
No matter the hellish tides challenges, the torrents currents
Of reality to be overcame, within the faithful hearts of
Spiritual flame, no lantern light could be more prevalent
Then our fathers on high!
Oh let the lost find their way homewards, by the lighthouse
Of the everlasting, allow the bright beams of glory’s shine,
To protect these sailors of the sinful, and finally be embraced
By his unfathomable love for his fallen children!
Dropped is the anchor of faith, amongst the stars blazing
In the translucent skies, as his moon shield sparkles in
Illuminance elegance, dancing across the aquatic lunar stream
Beneath!
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO: POET DESTROYER, VERA DUGGAN, MYSTIC ROSE
For these women of inspiration that I owe so much too,
To my sisters of the heart, whom have kept me grounded at times,
Yet have allowed me to spread my wings of inspiration to soar!
Categories:
homewards, beauty, heart, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
National Anthem
Familiar motherland music;
Stop to ponder SG50**
~~~~~~~~~
Hidden agenda
Crafty demeanour;
Unspoken moves
~~~~~~~~~
Confrontational
Words unnecessary;
Choice in no voice
~~~~~~~~~
Two sparrows chat
On air-con ledge;
Morning sunrise
~~~~~~~~~
Plumeria flowers
Sparkling colours;
Morning salutation
~~~~~~~~~
Spring cleaning days
Christmas is coming;
So little time
~~~~~~~~~
Torrential rains
Day after day soaking;
November redecorates
~~~~~~~~~
Here we are my dear
Forty-three years strolling;
Seems like yesterday
~~~~~~~~~
Mood and movement
Sun dancing up high;
Busy schedule
~~~~~~~~~
Yes we make plans
Do this and that;
Time intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Cold winds blow dry
Dehydrates skin;
Chill in the spine
~~~~~~~~~
Happy sea of faces
Children frolic here;
Playtime at the park
~~~~~~~~~
Solitary old Kung-fu master
Resting on stone bench;
Smiles at people
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady with bags
Supermarket haul;
Weak knees hazarding
~~~~~~~~~
Meal pack takeaway
I venture homewards;
Lunch with darling
~~~~~~~~~
Joy styles peace
Fashion new venture;
Awareness comes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 November 2014
Singapore
(Note: SG50** is the official tagline for the
the plans to celebrate Singapore's 50 years
of independence as a city-state since 1965.)
Categories:
homewards, change,
Form:
Haiku
Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll
Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background.
Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink – adjusting her hair standing in a side pose revealing all her attractive angles.
Brief, distant glances exchanged, Sharply she retired homewards, perhaps for a better view from the safety of the curtains?
I passed the house with intent sideways glance to check whether she stood in shade - but continued my stroll back to reflections and bird talk, finding her not to be there.
It was a mere passing scene on a early morning walk – one among many we see that make our lives bright, I thought. I strode on without any expectations – wearing a grateful smile - for the brief colourful sight.
But it was not to be.
On my routine next round, I again find her. This time standing in leisurely conversation with a timeworn woman I had seen trolling before.
A couple of long glances ensued. My heartbeat quickened. The old woman was serious in her advice; perhaps unaware of the real purpose of the discussion. The younger gave two, long, satisfying, glances.
Passing her close by, I aver she is not a conventional beauty, yet rustic and healthy, early in her middles. I am more advanced in time, though endowed with a firm and thin frame a fast gait. Fair in color she was and firm in flesh. Attractive she was in her own native way.
Further reflections focused not on poetry but on exciting prospects. I usually make only three, because of the paining knee. Now I extend it to four, expecting to find her in receiving extended guidance.
I find her not there. Disappointed. Perhaps she has made her assessment, this way or that. What it is, I can only know tomorrow during the early morning amble.
Alas it is not to be that way. For I have to leave. I do not live there, I am only on a visit and my next one is due only after a long interregnum.
By that time the memory of pleasant encounter will wilt in both. And chance will not repeat the favour.
A rustic beauty I discovered, one fine morning - a chance encounter during my early morning walk.
Categories:
homewards, i miss you, inspiration,
Form:
Ballad