Best In Her Element Poems
A poem in honour of a lovely lady named Jan,
She writes poetry but was never sure about her talent.
She didn't think that she could do it
but now she knows she can.
I wanted her to embrace poetry
and learn to have faith in herself,
to write and show her work,
not just to leave it on the shelf.
She's in her element now she shares,
in her words it shows she cares.
Her feet barely touching the ground,
The bonus too, is undoubtably,
the great friendships that she's found.
It's truly wonderful to see my friend
stretching out her wings
and enjoying all the benefits
sharing her poetry brings.
A poem in honour of a lovely lady named Jan,
She writes poetry but was never sure about her talent.
She didn't think that she could do it
but now she knows she can.
I wanted her to embrace poetry
and learn to have faith in herself,
to write and show her work,
not just to leave it on the shelf.
She's in her element now she shares,
in her words it shows she cares.
Her feet barely touching the ground,
The bonus too, is undoubtably,
the great friendships that she's found.
It's truly wonderful to see my friend
stretching out her wings
and enjoying all the benefits
sharing her poetry brings.
Twilight sneaks in and pulls
me closer to the edge
where she waits
in all her splendor
gleaming in her element
in all her safety
those ruby red orbs
slipping off into tomorrow
guiding me to view her pleasure
still
I walk slowly along the surf
she was a faerie
an elfin
a creature of the land
living in harmony
with the universe
the forest
in her element
her nesting ground
a magical being
transient
reluctantly
crossing over
dragged down
falling off the edge
a misadjusted weight
drowning
gasping for air
a fish out of water
who didn’t fit in
or belong
in our realm
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 16, 2021 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(41) ANY THEME ANY FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
Mama's Golden Pond Cried
Mama loved to chew
off the Golden Pond
bone
chew the fat
of their autumn leaves,
dressed in splendor,
a scenic lake and cabin,
her pseudo stage,
of her new found barbies,
smiling at her
smile they did
so minted the american dream,
their lives golden.
These.
These
pocketed keepsakes she kept
next to the chip
on her shoulder.
Yet her music plays
ill forgotten lore and simile
of her family and children,
scruffy unkempt dogs
she never proud,
she drummed over and over,
her catch phrase.
We watched the movie
long ago,
in her element,
in her tempo,
bated breath,
tears falling
and detached.
Yet her music plays
so content
and spawning such a fondness
in her heart,
of them rowing a boat,
aging, golden.
Yet her music plays
sadly
in her heart
of emptiness
at home
dying,
lifeless grey eyes.
Yet, so steely
her song
snow blind of her son
sitting next to her
in the darkening theater,
her wintry chill,
so indigenous,
taking life hostage.
Just my child
her teeth
chattering
to piano keys
playing,
playing in her concerto
dancing on golden pond...
such a waste her lips mimed.
Her keys.
And mine sink low.
... Just my child
she sat akimbo,
in silhouette,
tears I imagine,
and her voice
... and her voice
once icy then
now a scar,
a ghost,
... scruffy come here.
connie pachecho
6/30/17
dream river lady
skipping rocks and feeling free
in her element
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
They have all kinds of entertainment
That has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Some people say their fugitives which
Keeps them on the out skirts of town
To where their confined
Yet, through their travels they've become
Quite intelligent.
They make honey sweets with no
Preservatives that are just to a dieter
Or diabetic unkind.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
People arrive to have their fortunes told.
They see the signs in front of bright
Colored tents where the palm reader
And the targot card dealer gives them
Some enlightenment
To take them away from their daily grind.
The tamborine shakes and a long haired
Gypsy girl with green eyes will mystify
Any passer by steps in to the circle which
Is the cue for the instruments.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
I guess so. The crowd moves in closer to
See rose colored lips, pearl white teeth,
Provocative hips, that are really defined.
Sway to the beat as waist length black
Hair with just the right amount of curl
Swirls with abandonment.
Her ankle length bright colorful skirt
Shows off tiny dainty bare feet and
Shapely legs as it unfurls unconfined.
See they have all kinds of entertainment.
Watch her spin, the way she tilts her chin
As you take the dance in it gets under
Your skin as a testament
That nothing can compete with the Gypsy
Girl when she has combined
The twirls and whirls to the music in her
World she is definitely in her element.
It has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Her dance is designed
As a convenient
Way for all to hurl coins of any kind
To help support their wonderful life of
Merriment.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find
The gypsy encampment.
Stargazer, stargazer
Bearer of bouquets
Four of stardust
Four the number of times you fussed
Hoping to see cream of the crop.
Pink, yellow, white, and orange stargazer lilies smiled
Your dimpled wife blushed
Step mom, and your auntie-in-law, hushed
Birth mother in her element rocked
You were humbled Prince of Wales with grandmother
You in garden of your mind, born to win
Stood star gazing.
The smell of lavender breeze floated in
Absolute joy soothe our soul,
We gathered not far from heaven's gate
Stargazer, you scouted shimmering colors
Shimmying still.
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UNFOLDING
I was born in light of nature's splendor
The Almighty One is my soul Deliverer
I was born to rise with faith somehow
I am messenger goddess of the rainbow
I was born when the moon in her element bloomed
I came forth to song of rain, my heart in tuned
I was born a quiet stream, a whisper
On stage of life I learned to holler
I was born when summer began to simmer
Mama said, each September, Belizeans are happier
I was born the third of seven
Like dew in spring, I've grasped concept of heaven
I was born to voice and pen my opinion
I revel in thoughts given by One and only One.
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TYNE - BUILT SHIP 1968
Gigantic steel behemoth
Sitting on the ways greased
And ready to give it birth,
Ten-storey-high street-darkener,
Rusted and immobile -
Once launched in silent swish
And cheered by a thousand voices,
Transformed to marine elegance,
And slimmed by the vastness
Of the endless ocean -
She moves easily in her element,
Dolphin and whale at the same time.
Wind is a tyrant today
Whipping scarves and purses off people
She laughs as some land in mud
Wind is brilliantly in her element
Gloating a bit that she commands the grays
She brings ominous excitement to Chicago’s skyline
Wind cuts through shoulders
Reminding the commuters who the boss is
They begin to button their trench coats.
Wind is on a tear
The rest of us defer to her
Even the gargoyles at the top of buildings lower their eyes
I have heard that bunny has the flu, I said.
Shall we send her a card? Flowers? Take soup?
She is in her element, was the reply.
Her husband is waiting on her hand and foot.
Taking her fresh radishes, carrots and lettuce.
She is the queen of her bedroom.
Everyone is doting on her and loving her.
The flu was the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Diana asked father to change her into a mighty, formidable centaur.
He was surprised; she would not relent his determined child, his star.
So he sent her to the wizard, who had spells to do most everything.
Wee wizard changed her into a centaur and gave her arrows that zing.
Arrows were magic, but he knew she would need them more than ever.
Road would be more difficult, she would return to a human never.
Her suiters were stunned, they ran away, fast, horrified by her change.
She was in her element, however, living life in her intended range.
Spent her life making sure the forest animals were nurtured and safe.
Diana of the woods let go of the human men – William and Rafe.
They could go live with others who wanted to be wives who deferred.
Living with animals in the forest is what she truly keenly preferred.
Her god father watched her from his high seat in Olympus, and smiled.
Saw his true daughter -a mighty formidable, happy centaur, and wild.
Her mother, her grandparents and great grandparents were proud too. Diana living the life that she had always wanted, so heartfelt and true.
Cockroach was styling, in her element tonight
Wrapping her velvet cloak around her formal tight
The rest of the models stayed out of cockroach’s way
Knowing she will be left standing at the end of their day
Beeswax bumble betty sits in luxury in her steed’s antler nest.
Knowing that her situation is remarkable, maybe the best.
Others parade around but they never come this far west.
She is in her element, loving her hideout, in the antler’s nest