Best Lapped Poems
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
Think of sea-scents that wafted before
Think of old waves that lulled us to sleep
as they lapped on the shore.
My cherished one ,
Think not òf this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
Your tanned face was not a blank page
It was filled with sweet words that I spilled
and soft kisses I've trailed.
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Oh those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
On those nights, how you gazed with deep amorous eyes .
As Spring was half-dressed , your restless fingers caressed
Out of love , it was built , our warm cosy nest .
But flowers just didn't bloom , and birds couldn't survive ,
Nor did our dream , or our child ,
Neither did you in the line of my life .
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
but think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights under the sky's window light
where we lay side by side ,Oh yeah , once we lay side by side .
Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose
Foraged for food particles, where wild beasts reposed
Lapped water vapour off thorns, when the thirst arose
My identity gone, I herded mountain goats
Built a makeshift altar, one by one, slit their throats
Looking to the heavens, chanting primeval quotes
Tell me what to do, this sacrifice I devote
But silence returned, I knew nothing else mattered
The goats now all dead, my hands blooded and spattered
A local tribe watched on, their souls not so shattered
Idolised me, then to the four winds they scattered
After two score and ten, they returned unforetold
Carrying symbols, textbooks, diamonds, and gold
Smiling in joy, I asked what stories they behold
All wrote versions of my life in books, but mistold
Some had butchered nations, said it was in my name
Others brainwashed little children, feeling no shame
The rest knocked on doors, telling lies they heal the lame
Scamming billions of sesterces, their one true aim
I condemned the lies, but was a very bad call
They burst into laughter, and pointed to their haul
Just then everything made sense, as I do recall
Killing goats made me, the biggest scapegoat of all
Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon
Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets of finest silk
Gone such dreams with vanishing moon
Dry toast from molded bread was made
Served with the world's gold gilded lies
Sides of temptations, well displayed
Seeds of regrets in cherry pies
I, a blind jackass, sorely brayed
Eggs were scrambled while feeling pain
Table sighed, "Why am I left bare?"
Except for heartache's tenured stain
and foolish pride that placed it there
I hear cries in horrid nightmares
Plum jam scooped from a broken jar
Morn's mirror showed my old hurts
bludgeoned by love's iron bar
Stove hissed at me, "Your just desserts!"
I deserved each deeply etched scar
Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 2002
Rhyme, (Early dawn, Breakfast speaks, Life's foibles)...
I spoke into the microphone, as tears interrupted my speech
The dread of public speaking, overcame me, like hearing a screech
Then I sort of rambled on, probably too fast for others to understand
In the background, the lake waves rolled in and lapped the land
The waves were easier to listen to, than my own words in the air
All the people in front of me standing in time, looking at me here
It is nice to be heard with significant things, but this is not my way
I’d rather have a pen in hand to be writing all that I have to say
Although, even with a speech with words stumbling and a few tears
It is to be remembered and was not nearly as bad as I feared
For all went well, as the weather delivered a perfect sunny day
Blue skies, slight breeze, lake filled with fun, all clouds drifting away
A cleansing, a commitment, verified in a speech to last forever more
As the smiles spread across faces and the lake waves lapped the shore
Heidi Sands
7/30/17
He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him forth to love and live --
scion of a proud and noble race.
All he sacrificed and all he'd give
was deeply marked upon his face.
No gold survives the final frost:
in his prime death carried him away.
In wars, a nation's best are lost;
as then it happens still today.
His home was England, vale and hill;
across the years, he's with us still.
Golden Notes, Within Love's Newfound Treasures
As river rose, waves lapped on eager banks
bright as gold, love and its true romance gives
for its blessings we give eternal thanks,
within that paradise one truly lives.
As flowering meadows greet dawn's new rays
hours flow to moments of deepest pleasures
two lovers find night's joy, delightful ways,
and wrap themselves in love's blessed treasures.
Upon midnight moon's, shining love sent beams
both hearts dancing to such beautiful songs
cool winds touch and enhancing starlit gleams,
enjoy love's depths away from noisy throngs.
When such jewels are gifted from afar.
Brilliant are the glows of united stars.
Robert J. Lindley, August 7th, 1990
Sonnet
The sun left the sky
as I lay on the sand
with a three diamond ring
resting cold in my hand
I lay in the place
where I once wrote your name
Till soft ripples of waves
lapped in silence on shore
and washed it away
I can still see you there
whispering in my ear
and beneath a half moon
can still freeze our time
in the shadow of your tear
I remember that night
Our arms in embrace
I saw love in your eyes
and mourn on your face
I remember those lights
as the ship sailed at bay
I remember our dream
built on castles of clay
Unforgotten your voice
though lost in the mist
Years in waiting,a return
My lips still unkissed
I wonder if your fingertips
remember my hair
If in your serene sleep
You imagine me there?
Or,Have you forgotten
the promise we shared
Through new perfume of women
Does this heart go unheard?
alone now
I roam through memories
recalling treasures of the past
journeying back to seaside treks with my husband
riding to the city to see Broadway shows
reliving nights of romance
even visiting John’s grave
in the best of times
memories carry me to ocean jetties
where vows of love were exchanged
as waves lapped gently against rocks
if only we could feel these sensations again
family outings at the beach
building sandcastles
burying Dad’s feet in sand
sauntering along the festive boardwalk
hiking through woodlands with friends who have passed
wanting to hug them again
feeling the weight of concrete
preventing my spirit from moving on
as I reach out to heaven
seeking a sign
praying for guidance
hoping past joy will be restored
confined by sadness
I roam through memories
alone now
For Drake’s “I Roam” contest
4/23/11
Her feline grace reclined,
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst
in shaded groves they court with lies.
These men fell power drunk
tripping on love’s wine;
its tang turned acrid
as they lapped the poisoned vine.
The once green forest cinder,
no water for the lake was dry,
The valley’s burnt to ashen gray
and all She kissed have died.
After: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 3
Kim Patrice Nunez
09 January 2016
Cold clear water lapped
against the tall green grass
from lakes filled with bass
and red and black robins
stand splashing their backs
Among green waving ferns
lying on the sandy bottoms
As mists gently tiptoe through
on silent feet in early Autumn
Bright yellow dandelions
and white daffodils dot the wilds,
as fragrances of wild rose drifts across the fields
Puffy white clouds hurry by in reply
A shiny red apple hangs alone in the sky
Three girls lay white in the sand
And snow lands gently on feet and hands
Brushed by the wind it wanders thru the night
And each one arrives clean and bright
Red ripe strawberries snuggle against bright green nests
While lazy white rabbits and big black owls rest
Orange and gold leaves float serenely by
Tracing patterns in the fading twilight
And still three girls lay white in the sand
This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
girdled by mountains the highest on the earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
monsoon rains wash the land where I took my birth.
An eon old civilization grew in west flank,
permeated the native race of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign invasion,
made country’s diversity a unique brand.
Steeped in Vedic culture and the karmic way of life,
takes pride in the invention of the zero.
In midst of medley of custom, language and belief
modern times are now coming at a pace slow.
Time will come when the nation will take its rightful place
in the world stage regaining its lost aura.
Glorious sun of eminence will rise in the east,
shine on future of my country India.
August 24, 2018
(Form used in the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi form of self-contained couplet in which
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)
Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today, the sea formed haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of soft ocean sounds humms by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!
The sun glitters on the seas smooth surface viewed high from a hilltop
Light blue and pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently on the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy floss sponges entwine with different size orange cone shells
With outgoing waves Bubbles stream from the crab holes like champagne
A symphony of ocean sounds rumbling thunderlike echoing hissing foam
crashing waves to the splishing , splashing, fizzing sounds of dissipating
froth incoming and outgoing the translucent blue sea like a fresh soda.
On the pier the tangerine sunset reflects on the deep green glassy water...
Sea breezes blowing a cooling wind Bristling breeze Murmmering ocean
The cliffy hillsides carve a steep stairway to yet another hidden beach..
Like jewels dotted on the sand , these beautiful sea-rocks and shells
sit, it seems untouched , lay softly embedded in the damp sand.
This beach also yeilds thick, green seaweed and fossilised sponges .
Every beach has its own special seaweed , unique shells and rock shapes.
From the roadway the dusk descends a cat on the beachside curb
As the light fades two more cats quietly emerge from the shadows..
Quickly slinking out from the hollows, nooks and crannies more cats appear..
In the space of a few minutes the beach road is teeming with felines
Out of the darkness a car approaches to join this mysterious meeting.
A woman steps out of the car with parcels and the cats crowd around her..
We were deafened by ‘forever’
Defined by this love that everyone believed
And hairs rose at the sound of our sighs
We were watched,
Painfully watched
But never received
I longed for a way out of this category
I longed to be free from the labelers
Pounding away at our bodies
Marking us…branding us
Searing in the stamp of love
We can dangle on these emotions forever,
Can’t we?
Should we?
We never have to say goodbye
Because we never started anything!
It only ends where the brand can be seen
So cover your scars and follow me
Into a light you will never be blinded by
Take my hand and don’t ask why
I ask not for your trust
Nor for your love
I ask only for us
These words need not be said
For they are written inside us
And no hot iron can sear it away
Just your words…just your words
We were deafened by ‘forever’
Defined by this love that everyone believed
And hairs rose at the sound of our sighs
I smelled your confusion
And lapped you up in a smile
I tasted the foreign tongues of your past
All over you…wanting you
I never wanted it to end
But your words were hesitant
And this weakened me so…how it weakened me
Then…
You spat on me
You pressed the hot iron into my back
You branded me useless
Loveless
And everyone gasped
Because love was too low for us
We had mountains of so much more
And the abandonment surpassed my surprise
Of anything worthy of looking into your eye
I can’t look at my scars, darling
Even if I wanted to
They’re behind me
Just as love is
Just as you are
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark,
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Soaked wet through with glistening skin
Revealing all true love within
Drenched and over awed by charms
Entranced as held in each other's arms
The fluid rhythms, realm of rain
Where lamplights stream did gild the lane
Wet leaves dripped dreams from tinseled trees
And pulses flowed like rolling seas
The sultry spark of lover's kiss
Roused the feeling of lukewarm bliss
The tender touch of misty blow
Caused the heated hearts to glow
They sizzled and sparked like firework display
The world around them faded away
Transported to another place
Locked inside their warm embrace
Together they braved the soaking rains
For they were lost in lover's lanes
They could not bear to say goodbyes
Lost in the storm of lover's eyes
Passions roused beneath a silent moon
Hanging onto skies where stars are strewn
Rhythms of dreams ripe for the taking
Trembling in the kisses, utterly earthshaking
"Waves gently lapped the shore nearby
As we embraced, my love and I
My fingers touched my sweethearts hair
It felt like silk, so soft and fair"
Twas the splendour of their sweet kiss
That led to years of intense bliss
Gentle rainfall a lamppost glow
Enhanced the stellar, long ago
Although the rain then turned to hail,
They kissed until the moon was pale;
And he was found by mornings light,
alone, all drained of blood and white
Stanza 1 (Charles Messina) Stanza 2 (Dilly Dally)
Stanza 3 (Susan Ashley) Stanza 4 (Roger Carvis)
Stanza 5 (Natasha L Scragg) Stanza 6 (Andy Chunn)
Stanza 7 (Regina McIntosh) Stanza 8 (Andrea Dietrich)
Stanza 9 (Belle Bellevue) Stanza 10 (Jack Horne)