Best Lea Poems
Blood masks the lea, the blasted loam
upon whose breasts soldiers came home.
The earth, herself, held each to chest
the mist of sky killed with each breath
as ruined green became their tomb.
Men strafed by shells and gassed by fume:
cast akimbo, blown to their doom
entrenched, barb fenced; death coalesced;
blood masks the lea.
Eight million French, their valor shown;
most shy twenty lay beneath stone:
Russians, Brits, Italians, Yanks, rest
thirty seven million, our best
slaughtered and listed in old tomes;
blood masks the lea.
An Ekphrastic done as a French Rondeau
after:Flanders Fields by John McCrae
Leafy meadow
He lies her down
Defrocked from
Her summer gown
Bodies bronzing
In the blazing sun
Natures wanting
Scents will run
Exploration
As their hands caress
He gentles down
On her body, impress
She welcomes her love
Through her gates of bliss
In this place of colour
Kiss after kiss
Their sweat-ed dew
In the sun glistens
Natures audience
Warmly listens
A gentle breeze
As the plant life sways
Like the rhythmic action
On her he lays
Orchestral sounds
Echo their all
Moans and groans
Their loving vocal
They sigh in tandem
Sharing each other
Collapsing in cuddle
In this lea of clover
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
The Ones I Love
THIS HURTS
I've been run over by a jeep
I’ve smashed in the mouth with a bat
had a fractured eye socket
multiple face fractures
whole left side of my face fractured and swollen
nose crushed, broken, and broken again
BUT THIS HURTS
my heart is breaking
all my life has been on the roads less travelled
I've met hundreds, I dare say thousands of people
only a handful I've called friends, kindred souls
the ones I love
why
why
why do i lose the ones I love
lose them forever
I always lose the ones I really love
THIS HURT IS TOO PAINFUL
run me over, shoot me, shove me off a cliff
anything
just stop this heart hurt
it's gonna break for good someday
a heart can only break so many times
This poem was inspired by, and is dedicated to Larry Gibb
7/22/51 to 12/13/11
He possessed the National Defense Service Medal as well as the Vietnam Campaign Medal
Also dedicated to my sister Renee Keller deceased 1/24/12
And now I’m also dedicating it to my Brother-In-Law Key Standlee deceased 6/19/2013
He was a Navy, Vietnam War Veteran, and retired Corrections Officer, and new proud Grampa
I had to open a new account and can't get to my poems unless I Google myself.
What happened to us? Did it just take one night?
How does a beautiful friendship turn into mistrust and fights?
Everyone was against us. Did our love make us blind?
We seemed to be winning the race, and now we're so far behind.
I love you. I love you! Me and you, It's my life.
If money didn't matter, I would make you my wife.
Nothing makes me happier then to see a smile on your face.
I love your style, your car, your taste, and your place.
It's home to me, baby. You invited me into your world.
My angel, my treasure, my dream, and my girl.
The one I held close at night and hung out with all day.
The one I fought for her rights, the one who took my breath away.
We've had our ups, we've had our downs, and if this you happen to read,
I want you to know that I love you. Lea, it's you that I need!
Horizon of knelling bells
Adequate feeling bestowed
Hue, odor, sound, sensation
Harmoniously dwell
Tangible gnosticism
Catharsis
Potency yells
Largess
Ample satisfaction
Darkness, Thy power quells
Allah, family, thought
Camelot...Freedom
Allah: Arabic word for God
In the fields of gold,
A wheaten radiance gleams;
Dancing with the wind.
Little Jamie Lea
She saw a pretty bumblebee
It landed on a big pine tree for little Jamie Lea to see
Please come and play with me, said Jamie to the bumblebee
But the pretty bumblebee, flew away from Jamie Lea.
Dearling, see my heartsome way,
The hawthorn branching nearby;
For peace the sacred seeds delay,
With every shivering breeze they fly.
Some forgetful browning pods
Are given the moons waxing light;
Of standing in tall grass hidden moors
Is buried silent by moon-eyed dark;
The bended pods shake down their bed
As taken from windy chimes instead,
To swallow words past lips unmet,
Whispering a melody of Celtic sets.
Here, into awesome waves, flow
Harbinged passion made uneased nights,
Passing and passing where we'd go
This wanting spiraled into life.
For staring into empty pods,
As seeing past and present leap and lend,
Your vision waxes with gentle care:
Dearling, look into your soul.
Envision ne'er in mirrors past
To evil, in its bewitching style,
Hold up the light and let them leave,
But see little and look less
As images grow deadly slow
From cut grasses, and burned lands,
With sprouting seeds below the snow
Pressed sorrowful by baleful winds.
Everything returns to dust
By the dark mirror that evil cradles,
These wearisome husks of grass,
Created when All was All in aging fables.
Where, into awesome waves, flee
In flocks of restless thoughts;
Looking in and looking out
For all that's there is already bought.
Hear the breezes speak of these,
As they quiver quaking free; at last!
Your gentle vision seems not kind:
Look not at waxen mirrored images past.
In the lea of the rolling soft bends
there’s a spot fills me with a shiver
where the warmth and the cool softly blends.
somewhere between ocean and river.
Tall trees grow shorter and slimmer
as the scent of the ocean takes hold
the light of the moon shining dimmer
casting shadows grown gnarly and old.
As icy salt air curls everything near
slow rising to reach the tall peak
old fishermen sit on the edge of the weir
paying heed to the winds as they speak.
Knowing the seasons beginnings and ends
in the lea of the rolling soft bends.
John G. Lawless
©11/10/2021