Best Keys Poems
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
Three keys of life...faith, hope, and love...
unlock the joys you're worthy of.
Nothing in life remains the same,
yet changes have their time of strain.
Before a butterfly takes flight,
it must endure a darker light.
How many winters must there be
before the twig's a fruitful tree?
So turn the key of FAITH for you...
set free belief that sees you through.
Do not let yesterday block out
today's new tasks which you're about.
Help butterflies leave their cocoons,
with life renewed, spread wings out soon.
Help ripen too, the needed fruits
which grow from common, faithful roots.
So turn the key of HOPE for you...
set free the sun to shine anew.
As brothers, sisters, we are one
big family beneath our sun.
All butterflies are pretty things
regardless of their varied wings.
As trees bear fruits both tart and sweet,
they all are welcomed as a treat.
So turn the key of LOVE for you...
set free acceptance, deep and true.
Unlock the joys you're worthy of...
three keys of life...faith, hope, and love.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Your Personel Perfect Poem Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Marathon Mile #27
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/30/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsor: Geraldine Taylor
Judged: 06/23/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Three Keys
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 07/20/2016
She sits at the piano and caresses the keys
Playing those songs of old
With melodies that please,
Churning out rhapsodies in gold
Each melody brings back a memory
of people she loved,
who taught her to play
and gave her the skills thereof
She floats through each melody
with fingertip ease,
Like a butterfly fluttering
on a lilac breeze
3-6-2024
I seem to have misplaced my keys
Could you help me find them please?
They’re not in the house, not in the car
I’ve even looked in my guitar
It’s as if they’ve gone, in a big black hole
No, I don’t do parties where they go in a bowl.
Would they, could they be with the remote?
Nope just bloody found that in my coat.
I’ve retrieved socks and toys, some hair ties too,
I think I’m desperate, now my hands in the loo
Maybe they might be, inside the cat
Two ticks with a knife we’ll soon check that.
I’ve just found my credit card, under the bed
What was the wifes bra doing out in the shed?
I must be suffering, from some mental block
Oh what a dork I am, there they are in the lock
Right I’m running late, time to leave home
Now, just where did I, leave my phone?
Sabers of the light…calm and friendly in showing appreciation…exuberant energy to burn…New powerful self-defense…Energetic straight forward shooter…Logically love applies knowledge…inventive soft gently touch…Good physical desires…honest. Takes care of friends…vies for creation…Spiritual presence…Broods introspectively…lies serene…Immature…Never candid…deep emotional feelings…appealing light this magnetic balance…Reverse logical concepts…killer communication…Naivety’s…Enthusiasm…Systematic it is…sabers of the dark.
What say Gabriel…earnings from Raphael…never die Uriel...Send see Miguel…incorporated thee…Immortal Ye…wielding the shield that heals…invoked spirit…Lord only you…sending current energy…Pick ultimate belief…regarding all possibilities…Inside guide…teach soul lesson…Master situation…in every challenge...negative influences…draining diet…Spirit overcomes…best house matter…Overcome challenges…does now be renowned...Ye’s turning point…Saber of light overcome.
Clearest light…rooted in tree…eternal force be…Alluring optimism…telling you light is...Force full you be…listen carefully…Omni Prime see…weathering the storm…Intentions warnings…new impulses…Gains in perception…through self-touching…Humbling to Ye best…others support you…Unvulnerable master…romantically open-hearted…good in crisis…having wins Ye battles.
A star awoken, of dreams freely spoken
All equipped – musicianship
Unbound to conventional forms, to so adorn
A woman’s worth
Au naturel
Transcendence of thought, unveiled soul
Of tears, of joy
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Classical calling
A dazzling butterfly, hearts identify
Live on stage, delivered diary
A poetic page, with essence to free
A monumental flow of harmony
Unique individuality
A universal language, a mindful connective
Emotional growth, inner introspective
Live and unplugged
With all that jazz
Rhythm refiner, songs in A Minor
A unique find, true state of mind
Motivational strive
Such inner drive
The extraordinary, piano mastery
Musical milestone, a class of her own
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Artistry, scale significantly
Chord composition, resounding fruition
Of passion – piano, vocal poetess
Authentic standard, of no less
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
~One key
Two keys
Three keys~
B R E A K my walls of passion as we turn doorknob number o n e,
young love started a romantic destiny meant for only you and I.
So many months turning into years of traveling and creating fun,
for the vows we swore released a lifelong commitment...
...we do sanctify.
“Sneak in quietly the babe's asleep…” as we turn doorknob number t w o,
our family has begun and life is hectic with the cooing and the crying.
Although it seems chaotic at times deep down we always knew,
this was the dream we always hoped for without hesitant denying.
“Welcome son! Please walk right in!” as we turn doorknob number t h r e e,
“oh get over here sweet Ella and tell me all about your school day!
I’m so delighted to catch up and laugh, and see your beautiful family,
there’s nothing like being grandparents, oh how I wish you could stay.”
So many keys are made to fit so many doors into our adoring futures,
from youth grown into a loving marriage, and now grandparents are we.
Our souls connected the first time we glanced; became sewn on sutures,
to think this life was born behind closed doors using three simple k e y s.
Date Written: July 15, 2016
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH
Original Contest Entered: Three Keys Contest
Date Judged: July 20, 2016
For Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada- 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
I crave your ivory touch
on my fingertips as I feel
my way out of this darkness
into the world of melodic sound.
Eighty-eight keys of ivory
Create the story of history
From requiems and waltzes
To rhythm and blues,
From dirges and ballads
To pop and rock,
How amazing! What stories are told
By gifted musicians and eighty-eight keys.
In our music room
Eighty-eight keys are played
When I am happy
When I am sad
When I am melancholy
When I am bored
When the holidays approach
And on days that are lonely.
Listen closely to the music
And imagine the story
Unraveling through the notes
Light and lively, slow and trudging
Creating a visual of the colors and climate,
Thoughts and feelings,
Life and loss of the musician
And her eighty-eight keys.
2022 Marathon Mile 5 Poetry Contest
Mark Toney
June 15, 2022
Take time to smell the flowers,
enjoy the sun upon your face.
Celebrate life to its fullest
as if you might soon leave this place.
Treasure always your loved ones,
treat every person as a friend,
be kind to all living things;
only good thoughts should you send.
Reflect, don't dwell on the past,
live in the present all you can.
Look ahead to the future and
take hold of life with both hands.
Never lose sight of your dreams,
stay young at heart and mind,
always help those in need,
and true happiness you will find.
I feel the futility
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys
my once hopeful heart
shriveled and shrunken
as a plum into a prune
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again
pick up the plume
to pen another
poem or play
yet they live on today
while my words
wither in the womb
Stillborn they are silently
whisked away unread
without a funeral
to the tomb
Nana's buttons and Grampy's keys,
their presence displayed as proud as you please.
Nana's rattled in an old glass jar
and Grampy's hung with the keys to his car.
The perplexing thing for a boy to percieve
is why both had more of each than they need,
so I wrinkled my young and inquisitive brow
and asked which of those they could use now?
"Child, it isn't for today we save keys and buttons,
it's for things tomorrow to fix and open."
I suppose with that thought I live to this day
with buttons and keys I can't throw away,
and now their colors and shapes and sizes
are more like a gift and memory's prizes.
The golden keys to my heart's door are
no longer remaining
hidden from view. Having a new
philosophical view point
in my own life. And I am now
eternally grateful to my beloved
Savior and LORD Jesus Christ.
He holds my own heart in his own hands.
Jesus Christ is the only begotten Son
of God and Son of Man. Often I
feel as if he is the only one who
truly understands me.
The golden keys to my heart's door
I bequeathed as a free
gift to him. Pardon! Pardon!
only comes from deep within.
He had to clean up the broken pieces
of my life. Changing my darkened
days into bright sunlight.
The demonic forces once held the
golden keys to my heart's door.
It is sad but true. Blue! Blue!
My world was blue.
Jesus Christ I was lost and
alone without you.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
April 02, 2019
the door or lock
you can't buy stock
can't break witha rock
only way to get them
is have love for him
and more than seven
you can get the
KEYS TO HEAVEN
Been in the army for years
Devoted and committed
Sergeant Keys is a born Leader
His Army Soldiers understand
Base after Base at his command
Tough at Exercise drills
Be all you can be to fulfill
Preparation for an uncertain battle
Sergeant Keys Soldiers to mold
Discipline in being told
The Army Uniform in taking pride
Life living guide
It was a sacrifice moving up the ranks
Yet Sergeant Keys gives the army thanks
The Army wasn’t easy
For good reason, in order to become a true Sergeant, one must be able and deserving for the task
After all, the Army is devoted into turning Soldiers into courageous men
Chosen and enabled
Must be victorious
Sergeant Key being the Commanding figure
Army Uniform picture perfect
Sergeant Keys having the right leverage
The stance
Followed by Salute