Best Jaunting Poems
Join me in paradise
jostled loose from my dreams.
Journey to barefoot sands.
Jewels of turquoise gleam,
jaunting free in warm waves.
Jacaranda-kissed breeze
jogs memories of love.
Written 3/6/17 for J Pleiades Contest
Categories:
jaunting, beach, romance, vacation,
Form:
Pleiades
IRISH SMILE
From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;
past by my home in early morn
returning before night,
and such a smile she'd have for me
when first they came in sight;
as if she knew something that I
one day would come to know,
her eyes would sparkle secret things
that life one day would show;
the sun a blessing to her hair,
this Irish girl, I knew,
would come to be the only one
my life was leading to;
and when they stopped one day in need
I lent a helping hand,
not thinking father liked me, too,
nor that it might be planned;
and now I drive her jaunting car,
I have for quite a while,
and though she has her back to me,
I still can feel her smile.
BY © Ron Arbuthnot
aka ron wilson
Categories:
jaunting, happiness, ireland, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Cricket, symbol of good luck
Chirping at night like duck
Mantis, jaunting and pray
Lobbying and munching a honey prey
Categories:
jaunting, insect,
Form:
Couplet
GIRL OF DUNLOE GAP
She in her father's jaunting car,
an eyefull sight to see,
with smoky blond and flowing hair
she smiled as if, 'twas just for me.
And how she stole my heart away
when first we locked our eyes,
all Irish eyes, and I should say
she made my heart to realize
I'd been for much too long alone
her eyes, they promised me,
here is the love I'd never known,
the way a love is meant to be.
I watched them disappear into,
the Gap of Dunloe's road,
I'd see this sight, again, I knew,
the jaunting car--its precious load.
And when we wed in summer rain
the world was at my feet,
now mine but less of all the pain,
that made my life so incomplete.
© Ron Arbuthnot
Categories:
jaunting, beauty, change, ireland, joy,
Form:
Lyric
The same feeling as I was a child
It does not change, what I believe
Christmas spirit felt and beguiled
At Christmas, we welcome being naïve
It is setting aside worries for the meantime
Look around and you’ll care for other’s needs
For this time, kids are caroling instead of nursery rhyme
A long break from work and school will succeed
Some would say won’t have celebration this year
As someone is gone to heaven bringing holiday blues
As this season means family reunion to endear
Have yourself emerged, you have to choose
Finding happiness in the simplest ways
The world has become more entertaining to view
Lantern watching and carnival visit to satisfy sullen days
After jaunting, visit movie houses to watch something new
It is time to be thankful for year-round blessings
It may not be a good year for you, but for others, it is
It is a worry-free, at heart-peace is worth possessing
Presence of loved ones doing old stuff that you miss
As here we are in modern days, we stick to old tradition
Gather around old photo albums and walk through golden days
Reconnecting is the best time, call by phone or write admission
Forgiveness is a key in healing; reach out as time fades and decays
December 17, 2015
Categories:
jaunting, celebration, christmas, december, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.
Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.
Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.
Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.
Tilling your toils, for me you taste –
Conceding to my monetary embrace.
Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.
Categories:
jaunting, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Alliteration
I met you once before,
But you were all on fire.
We passed on the Spanish stairs,
Couldn't you take me any higher?
Well who are you?
What do you want from me?
I'm not blind,
But I really can't see.
The one that I love has no vision,
But she can see.
She thinks I'm a clown,
She thinks, "He's no good to me".
Well, I floated for so long,
That I thought I was dead.
Now I know that something incredible
Is trapped inside my head.
I don't want any money,
And I don't need any fame.
I want to find out what I did
But do I want to do it again?
I've been to hell and
I've been to places much worse.
My name is now a burden,
My life must carry a curse.
Haunted by my unknown past,
But still I must go on.
Hunted by just about everyone,
So I'm always on the run.
Jaunting through time
And jaunting through space.
I've got to keep moving,
I can't stay in one place.
I'm only one step ahead
And they're closing in fast.
I'm getting very tired,
I don't know how long I can last.
My brain hurts a lot and
I know someone is close to me.
I don't know where to go,
I know they won't let me be.
The stairs were on fire,
As we passed with outstretched hands.
Trying to hold each other,
Pushing back the grains of sand.
We both knew that we were
Really different worlds, apart.
I only had to look at the burning man,
Didn't even know where to start.
Please let it out of my head,
The secret that could explode.
I don't want to end up blind,
Stranded on that road.
Where is that Spanish stair now?
And can I still reach it?
Do I see pain or is there
Pleasure beneath it?
The fire that burns Is out of control now.
I try to hide my face
From the flames in the Jar now.
But her face is a memory
And it is melting away.
I ask for her hand,
But I've nothing more to say.
She pulls it back and
A tear falls from her eye.
Her head falls as she motions to me,
Goodbye, goodbye.
I don't want any money,
And I don't need any fame.
I want to find out what I did
But do I want to do it again?
''Based on the book 'Tiger Tiger' by Alfred Bester.
Categories:
jaunting, adventure, fantasy, forgiveness, friendship,
Form:
Ballad
Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision
Only forward toward death
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear
Hindsight is haunting
Glamorous, isn't it?
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage
Change is not an option
But only happiness
Always
Categories:
jaunting, emotions, happiness, heartbreak, love,
Form:
ABC
These are lyrics for a silly Christmas song I wrote- if anyone wants to add music I'd be
interested?
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Let’s all party now and have some fun
The reindeers are up and gone
And the night has just begun
Bells are ringing sing the song
And the children have their toys
All we elves are ding, ding, dong!
So let’s party girls and boys!
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Rudolph said you’ll never make it
Huh! He surely got it wrong
Everyone here did their bit
Even help from old King Kong
Start the party no delay
At the pole here all night long
Yep! It’s Christmas time hurray!
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Categories:
jaunting, childhoodchristmas, night, christmas, night,
Form:
All betrayers cause deep emotions,
Fearing great heartache in jaunting knowledge,
Love may never overcome pain,
Quailing real sensitivity
Time umbellate vessels
While X, yields zero
Categories:
jaunting, angst, depression, life, loss,
Form:
ABC
Frozen time sands of crispy interval,
Felt by every walking voyage underfoot.
Moveless waves showing compassion remoteness,
Never moving the minute hand,
Leaving lips of hour-glass speechless.
Breezy chill jaunting the moment of one,
Season freeze for the life remaining.
Refusing stormy weather spells of relationship,
Keeping the distance alive to live.
No rain check,
Passed by,
Giving up before ever knowing,
What truly missed in brief pain,
Otherside dazzling soul joy.
Heart broken journeying,
Refusing to experience,
Always speaking thought emptiness of what never traveled by spirit guide.
Graveyard residence,
Living life with the dead-
Categories:
jaunting, death, life, social, sympathy,
Form:
Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
Categories:
jaunting, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
They tell me “I do”,
I reply with a sly and helpless smile.
That leaves my mind well off for awhile,
But I recall our first date in Central Park.
I looked at the trees and didn't know what they would spark,
If you look at the branches and the base,
you discover letter that you will never erase.
Why do I see Y’s in the trees,
All floating asking questions of who I want to be.
Why do I see whys in the eyes of the relentless tries of my love,
Before it was wise to see and comply to emotional shoves.
Are you perplexed please confide with me.
Deprived reprise our infamous lies,
Alive flowing free,
Surmised compromised time after a million tries,
Surviving through a plea.
Of needing and wanting and flauntlessly jaunting,
Our unnecessary opportunity.
To fit in and feel great,
And stop mistaking,
The facade you’ve convinced yourself,
Into accepting erroneous plastered ideals.
I don’t want you to have lies in your eyes,
Like the multitude in the oak branches.
Be wise I advise I know you always try,
Don’t create desperate avalanches.
Crushing ice and rock to fall down,
Hoping you don’t suffocate and drown.
Because of the lies you try to hide,
If you don’t love me let me know,
Before my hope all dies.
Because I don’t have any whys about how I love you
Because I’m feeling wise when I say
That you are for me but I want you to be happy
So if you don’t it’s okay at least I will always know why
Categories:
jaunting, fear, i love you,
Form:
Lyric
GIRL OF DUNLOE GAP
She in her father's jaunting car,
an eyefull sight to see,
with smoky blond and flowing hair
she smiled as if, contentedly,
and then she stole my heart away
when first we locked our eyes,
all Irish eyes, and I should say
she made my heart to realize
I'd been for much too long alone
but her eyes promised me
here is the love I'd never known,
the way a love is meant to be.
I watched them disappear into,
the Gap of Dunloe's road,
I'd see this sight, again, I knew,
the jaunting car, its precious load.
And when we wed in summer rain
the world was at my feet,
and mine and less of all the pain,
that made my life so incomplete.
Her eyes, her eyes, I'll not forget!
but then she died from me,
the only love I've ever met,
the only love to ever be.
Categories:
jaunting, lost loveheart, heart, love,
Form:
Quatern
I dream........
Of my joyful friends and I,
Jaunting under huge umbrellas.
Laughing and going out for a pizza and chianti.
The conversations bubbling as
fresh espresso in a coffee brewer
~~~
We spoke freely on anything!
There was no such thing as
A politically correct nose-ring!
~~~
We, all of different colors and
religions.
Shared philosophy and ideas.
And of lovers and our close friends.
Lord, I miss those nights of such
gallant and loving freedom!
Now in my heart and memory,
most eternally, they safely abide.
Those special nights, beneath
Chicago's star-studded skies.
Even politically, we were not of
one party.
Lively discussions always, but with
respect and dignity.
Isn't that how America should be?
~~~
We spoke freely on anything!
There was no such thing as a
Politically correct nose-ring,
~~~
Dedicated to Pete~ thanks for decades of friendship!
12-27-2020
Categories:
jaunting, chicago, dedication, freedom, friend,
Form:
Free verse