Best In Seventh Heaven Poems
I was going on a blind date and walked across town
The weather wasn’t kind, rain was pouring down
It was my friend’s sister and he arranged the date
She was nowhere to be seen, maybe just running late.
Then a girl with a red umbrella came towards me
Despite the pouring rain she was beautiful to see
She said” Sorry I’m late my bus it broke down
I’ve just had to walk half a mile across town.”
“Get under” she said “Come and take shelter”
I did as she asked and then I was beside her
I’d never noticed before and what a surprise
She had an angelic face and beautiful brown eyes.
Our eyes then met and to me that was a good sign
And from this day forward I vowed she’d be mine
Never in my life had I ever felt this way
I was lost for words and didn’t know what to say.
I held her closely and we looked at each other
I would never have met her but for her brother
Then she pulled me closer and we started to kiss
I was in seventh heaven, oh this was pure bliss.
I thought in my mind, this girl would be my wife
And I was already planning the rest of my life
I’d marry her, buy a house and start our own family
Have holidays at the coast; go swimming in the sea.
I then heard a loud ringing, it had just turned seven
Lying there wide awake, I was no longer in heaven
Sometimes things are just not what they seem
The angel with brown eyes was just but a dream.
I got ready for work and then went to catch the train
The sky was full of grey clouds and it started to rain
As the train was pulling out I glanced over to my right
Stood holding a red umbrella; was the girl from last night.
Written 31st October 2018
For screwed xx poetry contest sponsored by
Rob Carmack.
The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour!
Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever!
But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard!
The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred!
Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came!
You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain!
Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know!
Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so…
He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”.
Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing!
But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell!
After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell!
Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound..
The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around.
But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore.
Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore!
Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about!
Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt!
After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played.
Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray!
That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be!
They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet!
But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye…
As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly!
It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes!
That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye!
But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend.
Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend!
And I expect, where ever he really is now… He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END
I joined the Brownies when I was seven
Oh what fun I was in seventh heaven
Having fun and making new friends
But in the Brownies my life almost ends
We were doing badges - this particular one was for swimming
I wasn’t a strong swimmer and was having lessons
We sat on edge of the baths in our costumes and hats
Then we had to swim along the side of the middle of the pool
To gain our badge we had to swim a width all the way across
I’d only ever swum in the shallow end before
But everyone else was swimming across…
So I started off… got halfway across…
And then I got into trouble
Began to go under the water…
Down
Down
Down
I sank to the bottom of the pool
Two men dived in to save me
My parents were frantic
They had been watching me ‘swim’
And were sitting upstairs on the balcony
Unfolding before their very eyes
Was their worse nightmare
Thankfully these two men saved my life
All I can remember was being rather ill at the side of the pool
As the water came gushing out of me
One memory I have is of being given chocolate buttons to eat on the way home
AND
I was awarded by Brownie badge – guess it was out of guilt
I never did complete that width.
Now I am scared of deep water
If anyone asks me if I can swim…
I say ‘yes’… like a stone!
11~02~14
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An Egyptian Queen
As I Fall asleep within this hour
To slowly leave this realm
I see my mother with serenity and great power
She is calm and ready to take the helm
Like queen Nefertiti, she sits upon a high throne of golden wood
It seems as if she has crossed over into another life
She has a high crown upon her head and is not misunderstood
Here at last; there is peace, love, happiness and no strife
I stare intently at her face
She looks ageless, beautiful and humble
And I feel that she belongs in this place
As she speaks to me, without even a murmur or a mumble.
Now i know that she is perfectly alright
And I hope that she is in seventh Heaven
Because she has fought the good fight
And must be in another dimension as she moves towards the number eleven
The message she tries to send me
I hear without her voice
She tells me to go on living, stop being sad and be free
And that I must remember, I have a choice
The path that I must take is very clear
For she has gone home to be with the father and the Father
And can no longer live in this dimension down here
So she says goodbye and fades away, my mother.
William Morrissey 2/24/07
When Philadelphians wanted to see a basketball game,
the “Warriors” was their first team’s name.
They had several players achieving great fame.
Familiar names included Joe Fulks and Paul Arizin.
They were joined by Tom Gola and Wilt Chamberlain.
However, it was in the year of 1962
when the NBA franchise packed up and bid adieu.
The only professional team Philadelphia would know,
moved their operations to San Francisco.
Therefore, Philadelphia was without a team for a year.
However, the Syracuse Nationals relocated here.
In the City of Brotherly Love, they took a new name.
The “Seventy-Sixers” were now playing the game.
They traded to bring Wilt Chamberlain back.
The offense sported a formidable attack.
Among the big names that were playing here,
were Chet Walker, Luke Jackson, and Hal Greer.
The city’s basketball fans were in seventh heaven
when their team became world champions in 1967.
I draw honey blowing wind
thinking of you ore precious gift
like a snowflake pure unique
One of a kind in seventh Heaven
arriving within these eyes kissing a diamond
You're my angel rays softly touching outside
gently inside sighs the one in a thousand dreams
Beautiful nine floating in the clouds
singing with the silver treasuring dream lining
A beam shining over her pale full face
Brightly pearl cut ivory and back frosted jewels
silver trails on wishes sparkle, enchants in a trance
From the vine floating bubbles burst forth
rainbow magic coloring in your light drunken treat
bursting celebrations wishes in the mind
Dripping starlight desires your company
delightful feelings of passion burns
Inferno of flickering flames dancing
in each warm breath touching beat
deep warmly kissing emotions
Budding rose craving sweet scent
new life arising stir beginnings
so glad it's you I fall to
Surely as the sun forever rises in the east
Replaced in my nights sailing sets direction, to my best mate
You who raise sails within me without wings
on deep tides upon this ocean waves turn over
under the moon and stars we bathe silver
Dripping love sparkling in starry eyelids
Jewels the dewdrops each morning speak
Upon the ground as destiny calls sweetly
embracing the echos over sands golden
lost a lone wolf howling out lonely cries
in a cold winter lunar sky
snow lays upon the ground
Crystal true blue loving white
in two loving arms to die for
Holding your name smiling
breathless heart of beauty
beating with your love complete
In the first place
without a second thought
down at the pub on third street
your prejudice shines forth.
When ever you partake of that fifth
one doesn’t need a sixth sense
to know you’re not in seventh heaven.
If you were a cat you’d be on number eight
of the nine lives you had already wasted.
Bob, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you ten,
Try to control this impetuous pen!
To slumber, when I did surrender
Someone gave me Untimely Call
Was enjoying dream hence did not answer
Colourful STARS vying for me one and all
Vivid shapes, attractive sizes, all catching eye balls
Enchantment caught me tight
In seventh heaven, fell en masse in love-at-first-sight
Missed heartbeats, fright of missing-any-one haunted
Arms went out for embracing all together
Dream reached climax, with bite of bug dream aborted
Dream shattered, all stars went helter-skelter
All fairies vanished, pillow was left with tear
Someone uttered, Untimely Call was of STARS
Same stars, in dream I hankered after
( Rhyme Scheme : a-b-a-b-b, c-c )
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By Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest - Create your own Form, May be by Constance La France ~A Ramblingpoet~
Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart
one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer
razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick
recollecting ballroom dancer
himself as a handsome youth so graceful and suave,
fast as Bill Haley, or comet
and lightly afoot in seventh heaven as a prancer
oh..and ever the debonair, humorous, and loving romancer
where pixie dust sprinkled via an invisible en trancer.
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Uterine/ovarian Cancer metastasized
dealing deathblow, and took more than mother away
her rigor mortis terminated love labor lost,
whence second love sans father,
his hands no longer did oh bay,
whose once passion to ply his creative handiwork
heartfelt interest hardened as sun baked clay
where formerly, he spent energy and time
drafting designs and building ornate creations
most every night and day,
which lifelong penchant to draw
(deepseated and etched within his genes)
until profound grief did flay
dealt mortal kombat towards,
whence toiling at basement workbench
colored his world blackish gray
nor would he respond, and only tearful sorrow
exuded upon losing the special maiden, whom he lay
down and begot thyself and two sisters,
during living years sans lightness of being an a may
fly expert designer, creator and builder –
during me chilhood objects like play
house and Flintsone car
(with license plate to boot), beaming with ray
dee ants at products of imagination got wrought,
until grim reaper did slay
purposefulness and will power to remain alive
pronounced sadness witness loss of appetite
and considerable diminishing beefiness obvious
without him getting atop scale for a weigh
but fate smiled upon accursed widowerhood,
and now for quite some time,
a gal took hull hiking to history
and the restaurant at the end
of the galaxy they went – yay!
A breakaway
To share with friends
Have been indoors
For weeks on end
Cautiously
emerging
From total isolation
Wiping sleep
from tired eyes
look forward
to a joyous celebration
~
When Corvid struck
most every Nation
No more outings
No more friends
Life for me was home alone
a tortoise fast asleep
in hibernation
~
Now with my mask
And handy gel
I’m so excited
Can’t you tell
For today
I’m off to Devon
And I’m in seventh heaven
I am sharing a break
With my bestie ~ my mate
Both her and I
are soaring high
No hugs just yet
Two metres must be kept
Sending out our virtual hugs
that come straight from our heart
Laughing ~ talking ~ catching up
like two wee kids
just wishing it would start…
Written 14th July 2020
Contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10)
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Bar none, no shortage of soap shampoo, nor detergent
Courtesy food pantries
Saint Eleanor's Saint Mary's,
Our Daily Bread,
the missus and yours truly (her spouse)
well stocked with good n plenti of
soap, shampoo and detergent.
Spongebob squarepants
would be in seventh heaven,
where sudsy clouds (resembling
Mister Krabs, Plankton,
Sandy Cheeks, Squidward, et cetera),
would drift across celestial vault.
Gratitude bequeathed to prophets of virtue
benevolent good samaritans
who trend righteous true
to the calling of helping hands who renew
faith (mine) in goodness of humanity
assisting not only yours truly
and the missus, but people
from South American country named Peru
or even indigenous tribes
accorded recognition comprising
population of inhabitants occupying New
Zealand, offered reparations
under the Treaty of Waitangi,
a process of reparation allowed
Maori to be fully recognized
at political level in lieu
of unfair practices inflicted upon
original occupant loosely similar
to descendents of long lost tribes of Israel,
endowed with (pure tin) pride
wishing I too could call myself proud Jew,
nevertheless attraction manifests destiny
(mine) someday to learn Hebrew.
Courtesy atheism more so Unitarianism,
I need not adopt
an explicit dogmatic, fanatic, humanistic...,
lunatic, narcissistic, puritanic... paradigm,
but only tout poetic justice (mine)
to recognize laudable traits
linkedin to orthodox faiths,
albeit rationalistic rubric
that caters to selflessness
for no other reason
than allowing, enabling, and promoting
random acts of kindness
without any forthcoming great expectation
downplaying remuneration,
no matter destitution begot mein kampf
hard times living within bleak house
slight hyperbolic exaggeration
poor as a cheesy church mouse poet.
Lemme coast to a fitting conclusion
bringing reasonable rhyming blather
originating courtesy me noggin,
within which wool doth gather
thus I a halt and
dial down philosophical lather,
cuz most likely
ye dear reader would rather
experience palmolive oil slather
preparatory to full body massage.
May I taste the unbreakable bond to the perfect union of
Uni and quail eggs.Two true dancers
Stir vigorously
Agitate rice while it absorbs fish stock
May I never acknowledge obstacles to the perfect union of
Uni and sake.Two adventurers
Interlock freely
Fine-tuning Español while rice grains formulating starches
Inevitable extrovert – against all odds
Be Still:
Clouds cuddling while interexchange liveliness
Simply being still ~
Sounds of silence penetrates through skin into core existence.
Fusing breathes onto
Singularity – infinite dense core – falling and falling in, falling high,
Floating and floating deep, floating beyond general theory of relativity
Insanely radiant in seventh heaven melting into ashes,
Carbon.
Grilling in underpants under the moonlight, starlight, flashlight.
Choose this Mentally Sensitive trail by act of will.
Touch the natural color of faith
Or fear
Trust unknown territory of inner compass to Fill a void
Yes, you may ride the accelerator to the perfect union of
Professor and entrepreneur.
What’s more:
Maybe quail eggs lead to turkey sandwiches and squash blossom.
Attorney General William
Barr black marker in hand
kept promise to censor vital
details of Mueller Report
swift as Usain Bolt candidly,
grandly, lustrously, roundly
youthfully blocked out more
rapid than an elegant eland
vibrantly, regally, magically,
and gracefully skirts borderland
which favored topography
constitutes grassland or woodland,
far more pleasing to observe,
than reading adulterated brand
of aforementioned compilation,
distillation, edification, fortification
zeroing questionable activity
upon head of trumpeting brigand,
whose arrivistic, bombastic, caustic,
demonic, electric broadband
outsize ego still convinces
me, thee commander in chief
delegated one or more chargehand
perhaps while delighting as
gourmand savoring chateaubriand,
where his best buddies imagined
themselves in seventh heaven cloudland
every so often taking siesta sans repast
or golfing with grisly handicapped clubhand
non verbally communicating,
in viz sub bully taking a peas zing
cues from presidential high command,
which coterie (i.e. den of thieves)
manipulated social media with nefarious,
insidious, deleterious, et cetera
analogous to "FAKE" contraband,
maybe even milking innocent cowhand
unwittingly planting GMO electronic
bugs amidst future bovine fodder cropland
to allow, enable, and jackknife demand
that moost every eligible voter tricked
induced by virtual reality dreamland
with sinister motive for thee "Apprentice"
rule his kingdom, and expand,
realm asper Medieval days
declaring himself chieftain of fatherland
and/ or North American motherland
where naysayers guillotined
by uncontested firebrand,
who without provocation
very likely bomb into Stone Age
formerly edenic, lush, verdant
geography into flatland
rendered hostile, poisonous and uninhabitable
nonetheless radiating for miles with gangland
forced labor tilling barren, desolate, fissured
landscape erecting unsightly grand
standing room only (cause he know Shylock)
terrain (reign) vast highland
manor as poobah, and husband
to his only heiress, the former
a kooky monster from foggy bottom marshland.
REFLECTION IMPERFECTION
Harvest moon’s reflection
Exposing earth’s imperfection
NEWBORN INNOCENCE
Innocent newborn arrives
Pray innocence survives
LONELINESS
People all around
My loneliness abounds
OUCH
Loving my bulldogs
Unlike prickly hedgehogs
NIRVANA
Harry and Meghan
In seventh heaven
FLOWERS
Cutting blooming flowers
Only lasting hours
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Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
All the Nice Girls
I'd like to sail the Seven Seas
With seven sailors hearty,
Seven ports in seven days,
And seven nights to party.
My every wish would be fulfilled
For me by crewmates, seven,
And when friends ask me where I've been,
I'll say "in seventh heaven!"