Best Inquire Poems
I was changing a tire and the neighbor walked by
Stood and looked a while, then he said Hi
Got a flat? he asked and this made me grin
I said no, just changing the old air and putting new stuff in.
Was coughing and sneezing. My throat was on fire
Got a bad cold? My wife did inquire
No, it's not really bad. It is a good one
I love watery eyes and watching my nose run.
I was on a bus and on my newspaper I sat
The guy next to me asked "Are you reading that"
I said yes. Reading through your butt is all the new rage.
Then I stood up and turned the page.
Dentist hit a nerve and I came up out of the chair
Did that hurt? He asked as though he really did care.
I said no, there was a spiritual woman I used to date
And she was teaching me how to levitate.
I hit a pothole with my car one night
It made such a loud noise it gave my wife a fright
Didn't you see it she began to cry
Of course I did. I hit it. Didn't I.
Once I tripped on one of my little guy's toys
Fell down the stairs and my wife heard the noise
Did you miss a step? She screamed from the hall
I said "No Dear, I think I hit them all."
Categories:
inquire, funny, me, wife, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
dawn's message, its tender whispering voice
realize what little we truly know
about living, love and freedom of choice.
Rising, dare we ask what happiness gives
inquire do we with deeper kindness tread
stand true, knowing in this dark world life lives
oft waging great battles to get ahead.
As years, forward march in their steady flow
and morn continues to gift its sweet calls
shall we walk with pride, let our mercy grow
no matter what in life our soul befalls.
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
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Gasping At Beauty Above And Tomorrow's Sweet Promises
night's glow, moonlit scenes
heavenly skies, brilliant orbs
dawn's sweet crisp new rays
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Haiku, ( Why the heavens and stars so inspire us )
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Rhyme, And Haiku ( The Joy And Warmth Of Dawn's First Golden Rays )
Categories:
inquire, day, hope, inspiration, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
You will never write me.
You will never call.
You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall.
Your words will be made
Of incendiary copiers
Of toddler’s glue
To tell hundreds of others
How unique
They never were
Without online reminders,
I will be another passing celebration.
Another misunderstood gasp of amnesia
Reaching out with curdled arms
Amongst plucked yesterdays
Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull?
Did you crawl towards remedial rest stop
As you pleasured tomorrow’s misguided wish
Because
It was never guaranteed
But, you knew that.
Just like admiration,
Yet, never expecting its counterpart
To be awoken from fantasy’s French kiss
I hold the bliss of hopeful awakenings
From this familiar rooftop
That you will know what it really means
What it really means
To become what you have forgotten
A solicited facade of bonded breaths
Ready to fall
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
inquire, friendship, life,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a park bench put here for people's well being. I don't sing or dance, talk or walk, but simply wait. I have been placed near a Christmas tree for many to see. They always decorate and light up the tree and maybe even me. There's beauty all around, but sometimes needy people swing by. Like this man, many homeless ones have come to sit and think about their plight or about their many childhood Christmases, and start to cry. I sit and wait for them to recline and rest themselves from themselves because it's not always what others have done to them. And I don't quiz them about their lives and adverse circumstances that may have treated them coldly. Through rain or shine, sleet or snow, whether male or female, adult or teen, I am here for them. To me, they will often come, discouraged and tired, so trusting enough to fall asleep on me. As they sleep, sometimes in the cold, many will pause and stare but will not give even a care. Still, others will dare to stop and say, "What a shame, but what can I do?", and walk on by. But there are those who will inquire and lend to them a helping hand, showing a little love. Anyway, I just wanted to say, "I'm neither Miss Liberty nor Santa Clause; I'm just a Park Bench for you when you need someone to lean on.
11222018PoSoupContest, The Park Bench At Christmas. Sara Kendrick, Picture #1, Man sleeping on a park bench. 1P
Categories:
inquire, christmas, love,
Form:
Personification
Some things I thought would never change -
it would always be "us three",
I try so hard to understand
why that wasn't meant to be.
The smiles, fun, and laughter;
the jokes we'd throw around,
Are now but distant memories
planted in the ground.
Only unlike seeds they do not wait
come spring to sprout anew,
They're trying to hide in the depths of my mind;
this year no flowers grew.
I had thought it would be like a rubber ball
and bounce right back to my grasp,
Yet I never had known that this friendship of ours
was made of fragile glass.
So when it came crashing down that day last month,
I almost didn't care,
For my perfect life had that perfect ball
that wouldn't need repair.
But the glass it cracked so harshly,
flinging pieces once so strong,
Could these sharp and hurtful shards
have been here all along?
I'm trying not to blame you,
but blame you I just might,
My pride is stubbornly in the way;
if I'm wrong I still am right.
For fairness we'll say we were both at fault,
clearly misunderstood,
And it could've ended there with a sorry that said
"I tried the best I could".
But the hurt took residence within you
until it overcame your heart
As the best friends since first grade
began to drift apart
I tried! I visited!
I texted! I called!
Only to receive unfriendly coldness
in the face of it all.
Not once did I text back a rude response
though I, too, ached with hurt
I forced on fake friendliness
while your remained curt.
Why didn't you inquire
about things on my end?
One who takes, but not gives,
do you call that a true friend?
Now instead of "us three",
I'm left with "us two"
But what's sadder than that
Is that you're left with...you.
You got lost there, in the place that whispered
"all is being lost",
But avoiding me just didn't work-
our paths were bound to cross.
So as we try our best to reconnect;
change craziness to sane,
I just want to say I'm sorry
for all the hurt and pain.
So the smile now, it's real today-
I'm not angry or upset,
But no glue in the world can fix up this crack
for I simply cannot forget.
Categories:
inquire, best friend, betrayal, friendship,
Form:
Couplet
The hand that caresses the face of love,
Softly lingers, a pause upon the skin.
A smile offers gentle thoughts to dream of,
As we cross the primordial again.
In reverence, eyes inquire in silence,
To connect muted souls without shared word.
A world time has no attached compliance,
And only rhythmic beats of hearts are heard.
This feathered touch with its smooth trailing trace.
A tender tether of love's interlude,
As quiet moments measure love's embrace.
This realm caressed, this solemn solitude.
To brush the face of your love and express
This sanctuary where lovers confess
Categories:
inquire, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Washed and smartly dressed in school uniform
Judy tucks into her healthy breakfast
while watching cartoons on television.
Her mother smiles. Outside the sun shines bright.
Rami wakes to sounds of jets overhead.
He pulls his worn blanket tight to his chest
afraid to look outside and see the dead.
His nation torn and by tyrants oppressed.
A friend’s birthday party awaits Judy.
With present in hand she knocks at the door;
already, music fills the evening air.
She’s greeted by hugs and happy faces.
Wails of crying mothers fill sooty air.
Where did Rami’s go? She’s been gone so long.
Each day he offers for her a prayer,
knowing well she would want him to stay strong.
Excited, she tugs at her father’s hand
as she watches the colored lights around
the fair grounds. Nibbling at her candyfloss,
she makes a mental note of the fun rides.
Will there be food today, food he can share?
It’s his duty to care for another.
He crawls through litter, finds the wee one there,
but cold is the body of his brother.
Today it was a public holiday
and Judy’s parents took her to the beach.
A lovely day has now come to an end.
Judy’s mother gives her a goodnight kiss.
With family gone, Rami takes up arms.
They’re readily available to all.
It matters not to him which side he harms;
in battle Rami is willing to fall.
Judy falls asleep in her cozy bed
as her mum softly sings a lullaby.
A fleeting smile lights up her peaceful face.
She dreams of life’s delights, cuddles and love.
To a staccato rhythm bullets fire
as Rami dashes from the ragged tent.
Of Rami’s fate nobody will inquire;
for war’s children, none are left to lament.
Categories:
inquire, children, war, , Lullaby,
Form:
Verse
Dear Poets,
I know for certain that I can never thank all of you enough for the supportive comments and messages you've written over the last 16 days. Each one represented a 'Get Out of Jail" card, letting me know your thoughts were with me.
With admiration and affection, please know that I respect each of you who took the time to write poems and/or inquire about me with kind sentiments. I could not read them in my own soup mail, but I did learn about your encouraging words through the kindness of friends that you contacted. I will do my best to catch up on reading and replying to all comments left for me but beg your patience in my doing so.
I was able to read all of your beautiful poems written to honor Milt. I can tell that he was respected and loved in the community. How could he not be, considering the fine qualities he had and instilled in many of us? He was my mentor, urging me to start entering contests again, after I'd quit for many months. He wanted me to get past him on that ladder, and I made it to the 2nd rung from the top before we lost him. I don't think I'll continue entering, so Constance, because of your humility and talent, I hope you remain on top. Caren sent soup mail about how sad it is to watch his picture moving spaces down on the home page until it will disappear. He will be gone from view, but not from our thoughts.
Tom, your news of Milton Creek would have made him very happy. You've honored him in such a special way by renaming our town. Thank you for being my voice on the site when I could not speak for myself.
With sincere thanks to all of you who I fondly call my poetic friends... it's long past time for me to write. Jenna's Saloon in Milton Creek is open for business. First round is on the house!
PS: Sheriff, it's time I get my Winchester back.
Categories:
inquire, how i feel, thank
Form:
Free verse
My Muse, I So Abuse
My muse crying loudly, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She storms off in a most indignant huff
I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough?
No fear, she always runs as she returns
she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!
Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was a folly from last year!
My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014
note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp
she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!
Categories:
inquire, best friend, blessing, caregiving,
Form:
Sonnet
Nothing can separate us from God's love
Smile, hold hands with someone special
Genuinely care for others
Really inquire of their day
Walk in the mud, pick flowers
Listen to the sounds of nature
Feel the breeze on your skin
Make all those you meet, feel valued
Categories:
inquire, introspection, life
Form:
Carpe Diem
The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-
White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.
On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-
Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.
I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.
Categories:
inquire, loss, lost love, nature,
Form:
Mellow autumn….how refreshing!
Draw nigh that my soul may find delight
In the vibrant hues of red and gold
The long walks in cool brisk air
Watching the wild geese fly south
In quiet solitude, latent dreams resurrect
They haunt my fragrant reverie
As I walk a familiar path, down these steps of stone,
That lead me to “my place” by the sea!
Where the cries of hungry seagulls resound
As they squabble over a miniscule meal,
Wild surf crash into boulders-twin, standing in its midst
Nonchalantly, I toss my loafers aside,
“Where are you today, Sir Knight?”, I inquire aloud
“I can not find you in this mist!”
“One moment you are here inside my thoughts
The instant I turn, then you are gone!”
Like ocean spray, refreshing, you then vanish!
So, here I stroll upon this desolate shore, alone
The fireplace lit, soft, pink candles abound
What ambiance these feelings inspire
"Where are you this dreamy day?"
Hear how fiercely the ocean roars!
Wild and relentless, bashing boulders in its path!
Winds softly whispering, brush my cheek, and instinctively, I smile
”Was that a kiss from you? I whisper. But there comes no reply.
Only the silence in the whispering wind
“Gentle, autumn winds, do you know of my fate?
“Have you no secrets to share with me?”
“Do tell, is it you in the mist and wind?”
“Or are you just a wandering phantom
Lost, upon this beautiful, shore?”
“Or, perhaps a magician from afar, casting random spells?”
“What grateful audience you have found in these,
The mighty sea and its countless creatures!
Listen! Hear their thunderous applause for you!”
“Is it you I see, in my autumn dream?
“Is it you within the mist?”
Categories:
inquire, native american, seasonsautumn, autumn,
Form:
Prose Poetry
~A Question To The Most High~
Why did you not wipe out Adam and Eve?
And save us the trials that the evil conceive
Why not start your creation anew
Then all this pain and sorrow would be through.
“I gave a perfect man and woman to fill the earth
They threw the gift in my face as if nothing of worth
Tempted away by one traitorous angelic son
But to balance things out I sent my only begotten one.”
Why may I inquire did things go so ill?
“That’s because I gave them this thing called free will.
One Angel up high wanted to take my place
He tempted Adam and Eve by showing his face.”
“He appeared as a snake and promised them all
They were new inexperienced that was their downfall
They did as the young do, never asked advice
They were trapped by their actions in a grip like a vice.”
But God may I ask why did you not act and remove them?
You could have created a new couple and started again.
“This devil, once angel, said man would love me for what I could give
So to prove to the angelic realm I am God, I let them live…”
“I can only prove by stepping aside and letting him try
To turn man from me, I must watch and I must sigh.
My only begotten son Jesus, I sent for a ransom
To balance the perfect life Adam lost, and then some”
“Note this, what I say, my son I did send on that auspicious day
He is not God to whom so many pray.
I am God the father, he is my son,
You can only get to me by directing your prayers through this one”
But God they keep telling us you are a trinity!
“Don’t be foolish I am God alone and I am not three
I have Holy Spirit, I can direct it where I will
I have my first begotten son and my divine spirit still.”
“I am God, God alone ruling heavens and the earth
But I have stepped aside for a while, so the traitor can show his worth
He is the cause, this one they call Devil and Satan
He declared my plan for man, was bad and mistaken.”
“So I am letting him try and before I step back in
I will right all the wrong, and remove all the sin
You will now leave this place and tell all earthling man
Stay faithful and strong and to you do what you can.
Faith the assured expectation of things not seen but will come
Leave, Come no more, my Will, will be done.”
© ~GG~ 27/06/2012
For the contest "Collaboration In The clouds" sponsored by: PD
Categories:
inquire, religion, son, god, god,
Form:
Rhyme
A penny for your thoughts
now think before you talk
then tell me how you feel, so true and so real
as emotions continue to build
no longer hiding behind a wall or shield
no reason to oppress or repress
if you'd only let go and express
you'd feel so much more than refreshed
be freed from reality that bleeds and leads to insanity
so candidly let me be there to rid you of all your fears,worries and doubts
for letting go you cannot go without
so let the words run freely from your mouth
for you I will be there,unconditionally
glistening with a sparkle in my eye
listening with undivided attention
with no tensions mentioned
and when all you have to say is said and done
and your complete trust I have won
My only require is for you to inquire me of all my thoughts
after all a penny's all it'll cost
Categories:
inquire, friendshipme, me,
Form:
Tearing my soul asunder, a silent scream
A piteous one as in some dreadful dream,
In a deep sleep but still very much aware,
Was it but another recurring nightmare?
And how so sad, painful and most unfair
No one in this world really seems to care.
With my battered spirit and heart on fire
like a wayfarer in a state dismally dire,
My lust kindled with an unchaste desire
like smitten moths for the flame aspire;
Only upon my deathbed it must expire
where no one would bother to inquire.
~12/24/18
~For a Brian Strand contest
Categories:
inquire, angst, dark, fear,
Form:
Rhyme