Best Lawrence Poems
D. H. Lawrence was a Better Man
I read about his snake
And was quite impressed with the
Alliteration and symbolism he used
To express that moment
As they met at the “stone trough.”
I appreciated his struggle with
The voice of his education which told him to
“Take a stick and break him now,
and finish him off.”
I too have faced the snake
And made a decision not so “perverse”…
or “cowardly”…or “honorable”.
The rattler was long and sleek
And glistened in her new skin.
I found her waiting in my tracks
As I returned across the field.
There was a moment as she flicked her tongue,
That I stood and gazed upon her,
Knowing what D.H. had felt.
Why was she there… and
How was it that we should meet?
My admiration was brief…
Shovel in hand…I struck her down.
It was the voice of my father
That said she must die…
“And truly I was afraid…”
Surely she would have struck me
Had I not seen her first.
And yet I questioned my decision…
Was it “paltry” and “vulgar…a mean act?”
I too shall think of the albatross…
And yet be watchful for the snake…
Again there will be a decision to make…
Having felt his “pettiness”…still I know…
D. H. Lawrence was a better man.
Categories:
lawrence, animals, education, introspectioneducation, voice,
Form:
Free verse
"The trick, Bill Potter ...
"Is not MINDING that it hurts."
A shade of my grey.
Categories:
lawrence, film, life, pain, wisdom,
Form:
Senryu
We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud
We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal
We Fight for Strength
We Battle for Bravery
We clutch our hearts and threaten to die for the pain that builds inside
To say we miss you would be a lie, for that in itself is an understatement
We feel emptiness creep upon our souls, as winter does an autumn tree
We are like flowers waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room
We stand still in different places waiting.....
We wait for your sweet kisses to clear away fallen tears
To hear you call to tattle on your little sister for beating you up.
Or just to say "I Love you Mom, and I miss you."
To hear you say "Hey dipstick" (a crazy nickname you gave me).
To listen to you go on and on just to say "Alex these girls be crazy."
We watch for your shadow to emerge as you walk about in our shops to chew da fat with Dad, and listen as he gives words of encouragement and wisdom
You spread your love like birds in flight
You flashed those pearls and made everything bright
To countless you touched for many called you family
But, to us you were our HEART, the missing link to our jig saw puzzle
Your presence was made, Your absence is surely missed
SLEEP WELL EL NINO
Categories:
lawrence, brother, death, family, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
burning match jump-cut
majestic desert backdrop-
hero... guilt... legend
Categories:
lawrence, arabic, conflict, england, film,
Form:
Haiku
Susan Lawrence saddled her horse
(a Pegasus who flew off course)
The stars and the moon
Lit up the lagoon
Reflecting a greater life force
Categories:
lawrence, beautiful,
Form:
Limerick
Dad was a great piano player
Grandpa Luther was a great man
He burned his wife’s Bible
In 1942, when Colorado farmers
Decided all Germans and Japanese
Threatened them
My grandmother
Got another Bible
English version
She didn’t have to hide
Governor Ralph Lawrence Carr
Was a great man, too
The only one who stood for
The rights of Japanese
–Americans– just like he
Said, “if you harm them
You must harm me.”
Thanks to Governor Ralph
Ito
My grandpa’s neighbor
Remained free
When his haystack was burned
He would not accept charity
So grandpa accepted his trade
Ito’s piano for grandpa’s hay
And that's how Dad
Learned to play
Categories:
lawrence, courage, hero, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
The L. means Long Lasting Love
The A. means Always
The W. means Wisdom
The R. means He is Risen
The E. means Eternal
The N means Now
The C. means Christ
The E. means Everlasting
Categories:
lawrence, birthday, black african american,
Form:
ABC
ST. LAWRENCE NORTH SHORE
Late October time to go for this rover
The seagulls bleat in lonely disorderly anguish.
River is open but the lake’s solid over
And they know they must stay to the bitter finish.
But the wild geese fly in formation southerly
Flying home arrow-straight, neck
Pointing their way clearly, eagerly
Stretched to escape from Quebec.
Knowing the way without compass or chart
Through storm and night over winter’s land dead
Sure-winged, and with a sure heart
Knowing all that matters lies ahead
I too must beat south now I’ve checked
From the height of land to the shore
My trap-line and furs, I expect
Before spring to return here no more.
Categories:
lawrence, nature
Form:
Narrative
Not the best name for a horse, of course,
perhaps it was Arabian so we'll say it again;
they let me out, fifteen hands high, hoped it didn't buck,
not a rider till you've fallen off, just my luck.
Guys alongside were an entrepeneur and a branding man,
I loved them both, never mind the bloody horse;
someone took off down the track at great speed,
it was an enigma really because there was no need.
The horse was dappled white, room enough for two,
those guys were more interesting than me and you;
we need an elixir - the immortal reason for existence,
how long does a horse live? Could you say it was good?
Don't call me a lost soul - it's just irrelevance,
because fortunately, I had a horse called Lawrence.
Categories:
lawrence, adventure, arabic, best friend,
Form:
Prose
An English man proved salvation's worth,
even in desert's unforgiving scald.
In life 'nothing is written' in the Earth,
Lawrence of Arabia he was called.
He rode alone to rescue a stranger,
from scorching devil's anvil sun-scoured sand.
Judged and shot the same man plucked from danger,
now killed to stave off tribal blood feud band.
Do not wish to walk in another's shoes,
for you never know just where they have been.
Content with what you have, yet still could lose,
and glad unwanted fates remain unseen.
An English man proved salvation's worth,
even in desert's unforgiving scald.
Categories:
lawrence, soldier, world war i,
Form:
Sonnet
The days have grown dim
and the nights slumber-less
piles upon piles of papers
clustered against the wall
it's ink rots and whither's
against the strands of time
tormenting me with unpaid bills
and threats of a foreclosed home
The idle threats of separation
have grown familiar, the sparks
of romance no longer seem apparent
I question our vows....
I question my church and I question my religion
rosaries wrapped around my throat
suffocating the faith that I still have left
These wine bottles have become my god
I drink the blood like it's water
the water cleanses my sins and blind my senses
it's sweet but bitter
I wonder.... What if.....
but, if I knew the answer
then perhaps this gun
would not be laying upon my nightstand....
What if...... What if......
Categories:
lawrence, abuse, death, depression, family,
Form:
Free verse
David Herbrt Lawrence
novelist poet sans pretence
Multi talebted &prolific
lasting legacy in th erotic
Categories:
lawrence, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew
Europe claims a lengthy list of lusty wars
One graced the Church with Brother Lawrence
A giant of a man, hated being dishwasher and cobbler
At a large monastery in Lorraine, France
After the Thirty Years War, intimacy with Jesus
Made him forget every pain, his lame leg, isolation
As he came to know and see Grace face to face
Practising God's Presence, inspiring every denomination
PRAYER:
If you are moved to, Let's agree in spirit, as we pray Matthew 7:7
For all who are in need of healing, to arrest THAT sinking sad feeling
And intercede for fathers, moms, siblings scheduled for heart surgery
All through this Marvellous Month of May, faith is revealing
The Face of Grace, ever giving, for some, Jehovah Rafah, Love Amazing
In the Son, as much in Father and Spirit: ever-giving Holy Trinity! amen
Categories:
lawrence, 12th grade, allusion, america,
Form:
Verse
Sir Thomas Lawrence grew up in a pub
prolific paintings meant he never needed a sub
Favourite of the English ruling class
but a legendary repute never came to pass
Categories:
lawrence, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
‘Sweat of life’; opening words of candour
Ushering a magic show to follow
She burst forth in delight, of love fervour
Adoring oneness, within heart mellow
Name of the poem, ‘elevating heart’
Laying low, she has posted six so far
‘And cupping my heart gently’ Gods love starts
We behold her divine play from afar
Resonation with euphoria clear
Enlivened by the throb of bliss within
Nectar elixirous open hearts spears
Canvas then coloured by love rendition
Entrée of poet, bright with elation
06-January-2021
Acrostic syllabic rhyme
written for ‘capture the essence’ poetry contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Categories:
lawrence, poets,
Form:
Acrostic