Best Jaunts Poems
Have you not seen the keeper of my dreams?
The moon of wishes combs her chestnut hair,
And bounding from the brightest of its beams,
She casts her net of stardust through the air ...
(To weave our thoughts, meandering, with care).
Have you not known the magic of her haunts,
A misty realm where longings can come true?
Like spindrift through the ocean of her jaunts,
You'll float her waking shores on midnight blue,
(Come morn, the sweetened ache of her adieu).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Quintain" Poetry Contest, Janice Canerdy, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
jaunts, beauty, dream, fantasy, metaphor,
Form:
Quintain (English)
They laugh and chat throughout each day and night -
much reminiscing, future jaunts to plan,
and what they'd do to put the planet right.
Yes, they will travel - surely they still can!
Adventures many years ago at sea,
relived, exaggerated, lied about...
Oh, what it was back then, so young and free,
to know you'd make it back, without a doubt.
Then tearful, sober thoughts of wrecks they'd seen:
their friends reduced to driftwood on the shore -
but they have memories of who they'd been,
recall their greatness, though they are no more.
A pair of boats, oblivion awaits;
yet, as they rot, they dream of better fates...
For Sara's Choices sonnet contest, inspired by Picture 1 Old Friends
Categories:
jaunts, nostalgia,
Form:
Sonnet
Twas the night before my cousin's
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began
the ribald feting
In drunken stupor, the enamored
groom his fealty forgetting
Released his inhibitions all of his
clingy garments shedding
Strode platform, in sync with
bridesmaids erotic moves duetting
In tantric rhapsody, she released
pheromones his testosterone
subletting
Enraptured with his riposte jaunts,
her matrimonial bond shredding
The enamored bridesmaid with lust
his bare essentials began petting
His betrothed parts to her
dominatrix will indebting
As the groom climaxed, his phallus
got entangled in her fish netting
Two truant souls now writhing;
spent body parts bloodletting
Dislodging their carnal chains, into
frothy night jetting
To hotel that lodged devoted bride;
their remaining passions bedding
Lurid, tawdry tryst not regretting;
but o'er bawdy exhibition sweating
Wedding contest
September 14, 2012
Categories:
jaunts, funnynight, night,
Form:
Rhyme
good morning
good night
i walked the shadows of hidden meadows until there was a sign to the right,
you were bathing in the light, then it all fell flat
good morning
good night
ride along and sing a song with vague attempts of interpretation,
a transatlantic whirlpool of twisting and turning emotion,
good morning
good night
i'm sorry that karma took a small hit,
but it wasn't my intention
good morning
good night
perhaps this connection is a singularly demented projection upon failing stars
whose shine still glitter but with shadows of fear
good morning
good night
smiling involuntarily is a beautiful thing I'm sure,
especially at matters of such insignificance,
good morning
good night
one strides a rhythmic cadence as the little one jaunts with such carefree joy
and big picture indifference
good morning
good night
it's memory prevention week so I'm setting traps to bring the backhanded troll
to justice, it's a pretty penny to forgive and forget, my inheritance a bitter
serenity absorbing youthful anxiety
good morning
good night
stars cluster unaware of our constant stare, some have the look of shame,
masking hatred, they're twinkling smiling faces protecting the ones to blame
good morning
good night
nothing takes aim at the gaps and empty spaces that go on and on, and then
even after that they go beyond, not so much as a truth or dare of importance,
more or less an allowance, an embrace
good morning
good night
of course there's courage but it's arrogance that gets the job done, with a split
personality the lion awaits a cautious blend
good morning
goodnight
the truth of the matter preys pretend and colors splatter in a failed attempt to
matter, one way is the same all day, baring stops an road blocks along the way
good morning
good night
the hours played sleepless depravation, no breeze, no oscillation, a simple man I
am not, from where I've come a curious lot
good morning
good night
after all has been said and nothing has been done, there is the missing, and the
knowledge and the truth, but in the end we'll start over again
good morning
good night
Categories:
jaunts, art, beauty, conflict, dream,
Form:
Some things in life
Seem natural.
Riding a bike,
Shoes that get scuffed,
Swimming the lake,
Summertime hikes.
So why is it,
Some people run
Laps at the track,
Jaunts through the park,
Expanding lungs,
Pain without fun.
Answer is plain.
The joy of time,
Spent unafraid,
Far from the grind,
No calls to make,
Time all one’s own!
Categories:
jaunts, addiction, america, dedication, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
*****;;; *****
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tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
ll.
still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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(( for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's " Personify a Tear ))
by nette onclaud
Categories:
jaunts, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
Wolves congregate on nightly prowls;
claiming the rights of kith and kin.
And hail Luna with baying howls;
closing ranks as the wails begin.
A pocked-faced moon beams down with joy
as wolves pay homage without pause.
And each harmonic they employ
rises from massive upturned jaws.
In their charcoal coats, dappled grey,
it's as if they weren't even there.
And concealed from the eyes of prey;
they stock the night with little care.
Praising the moon to no avail;
they fail to convince Her to stay.
But, slinking through the forest trail,
familiar odors guide their way.
With late-night jaunts through Glen and Glade,
these stealthy creatures shadow black.
And taking stock of all surveyed;
families form a hunting pack.
Categories:
jaunts, beauty, howl, imagery, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
How do you say "Goodbye" to a friend
How do you realise her life had to end
What a huge gap you leave which will never be filled
Remembering your smile your manner so mild
I will remember you with fond memories, Castle wont be the same
Remembering our bingo jaunts a fortune to attain
The curb you put on my spending
Whilst waiting for bingo to begin *
"Now Seren"' you would say just £5 each to start
We wont bother with this and that
I used to laugh saying ok
sneaking another in when she looked away
The time i won seven hundred pounds was so funny you see
I just calmly pressed the claim button, she yelled like a banshee
Thinking it was maybe a hundred wasnt that impressed
Til i saw it was much more than i had ever guessed
Your with your folks now Betti you have missed them so,
We will all get through this with you watching us, I know.
Hwyl fawr Betti oeddech yn ffrind da, bydd yn methu ti
goodbye Betti you were a good friend, will miss you so.
*. Can play slot boards at Castle Bingo Hall whilst waiting for session to start.
Costs 50p -£1 a game.
Betti was same age as me, diagnosed, tumour on lung 10days before she died, Left it too late to get help.
Funeral today at 12.30
Categories:
jaunts, friend, goodbye,
Form:
Couplet
When the tick at last loud enough that my clock did knock
I got a dog
I saved and I readied and I searched with my gut
And I found you
You most spectacular mutt
You taught me
You changed me
In a way brought me up
Such a challenging intelligent self possessed pup
I was in awe
Adored you so daily
Absorbing each moment of every walk
How you glowed in the moonlight of our late at night jaunts
And sat with me watching what was there to watch
You were there with me when my life fell apart
I thought too often about you
About me
Without you
That too soon inevitable death do we part
Spent too much time worried about a pain in my heart
When the time came
You were noble
I was by your side
Adopting my next dog
Three days after you died
17.03.09
Composed for Someone or Something Replaceable contest
Categories:
jaunts, appreciation, dog, growth,
Form:
Free verse
As the wolves continued to hunt in their pack
There was nothing that they would lack
They found a man who would join the nightly hunt
Raiding the forests in their nightly jaunts
No, fear did they seem to display
Hunting at night and sleeping by day
As each early morning sun would rose
He would find himself in a crouched up pose
It felt like he was living some strange, strange dream
For his clothes were dirty and ripped at the seams
for contest
Categories:
jaunts, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
In the coastal forest at Odiorne Point
Paths meander under and over
Bramble so odious as to create an impenetrable wall
And distant sound of swell and surge
My nose recoils from the endless spoor of sea
Where upon a rustling of leaves drew my attention
To the vain wanderings of a scant grey squirrel
If I were a meager rodent of the furry tail persuasion
I would have purpose, direction, and courage against the iron horse
However, I am just a man of no resolve, course, or valor
Therein lies the rub
And coastal jaunts should never be made by depressed men
Categories:
jaunts, depression,
Form:
Free verse
It's not when I'm asleep I dream,
It's the stages in between,
The moment just before waking,
The drifting before repose,
When fleeting seconds which with I gamble,
When the mind is allowed to amble,
Through the childish thoughts & tangents,
Through odditys, obscurity & madness,
Between dreaming & thinking, oh what a team,
Between you & me, I remember no dream,
Longer than it takes me to brush my teeth,
Longer still than that I bet you remember thinking thoughts,
Precisely this is why dreams are special they're thoughts you could not think,
Precisely without inebriation, drugs, alchohol & the kitchen sink,
Insane thoughts
Inane thoughts
These are what haunt me in the zone between slumber & regard,
These things these euphoric jaunts into the surreal & marred,
I don't dream of power, success or wealth,
I dream of pretty things like coconuts in stealth,
Parroquets singing barbershop to girls who have no hair,
Robot polkadot girly dudes wearing nout but underwear,
A friend is now my lover, A lover is now my slave,
I'm chased, I chase an abandoned & forgot old knave,
Who earned my ire & my wrath,
By failing to take a bath,
In a land where water doesn't exist,
But drinking honey gets you pissed,
A snake slithers slowly, seranading sirens shout support,
I take my mothers kitchen knife but quickly am I caught,
Before I get to slice into my favourite memory,
Dreams.
Dreams of transport take me from myself to another dimension,
Dreams like these are precisely why I fail to mention,
My own works of the deranged mind when at a party it is said,
"My oh my, I had the weirdest dream last night"
But I don't dream, I think, or atleast I think I think,
But if I concentrate on the thought i lose it in a blink,
It's like that chinese finger trap,
It's harder still the more you try,
So keeping a dream in mind is harder than most things,
So you might aswell just enjoy it whilst it lingers,
And then I think of the thoughts that I am thinking,
And then I'm brought to sobriety,
And left with my boring normal mind,
And that is less fun.
Categories:
jaunts, introspectionme, dream, dream, me,
Form:
Rhyme
AFRICAN POLITICS
All who vote will have a kit to track their twice vote fingers
For voting jaunts are fun to do –Obama’s victory lingers
Rousing speeches move the crowds to switch their party’s stance
If there's cash it helps inspire the wild election dance
Camera cell phones all abound-- some legal and some not
And world reporters film it all— for violence sells hot
No one knows what will come next, but it will pay a lot
Politicians beat the Hague and beg for ever vote
On the stage they sing and clown and eat until they bloat
Little can be done to change the spectacle we see
Ill-fated U.N. reigns advice---it stays the same to me
Take a little glimpse of life in democratic form
Itchy teachers strike for pay and kids burn down their dorm
Clever pundits cast their views through newscasts on TV
Slow to see the world burn down in stark reality
Categories:
jaunts, people, political, travel, world,
Form:
Acrostic
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both it's legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Than at first I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Categories:
jaunts, funny, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Categories:
jaunts, fun, holiday, humor,
Form:
Light Verse