Best Limbs Poems
Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm
Mocking silence with a hush
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.
Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His wordless voice,
Tears fall dryly at my sublimation
To waters endless song , rejoice.
Brenda Atry
September 28, 2011
Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune
Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway,
Live life well now, without delay;
Enjoy the beach and its cool nights
Walk under moon's soft beaming lights.
Remember sorrow comes with grey,
Relief shall come if one but prays:
Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune,
Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune.
Hold thee deep, virtues that are good,
Rarely say, if only I could;
Be given more, my days are hard
Life now deals me very bad cards.
Send me more, I deserve it all:
I bow and answer thy hard call,
Reward me for my greater work,
For my duty I never shirk.
Tis' best to in a humble way,
Sacrifice more, asking no pay;
Enjoy hard tasks, thee are blessed,
With those unseen hands that caressed,
Faithful Hearts and Souls from the start,
Joined in truth that which never parts.
Embrace the favors in Truth's Light,
Fear not demons of darkest night.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018
RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )
barren limbs
all the leaves have flown away
left with empty nest
~~~~~
Sometimes in the late hour,
When mist comes out to greet pavement
We find that we are not
The grand statues we thought we were,
That today will wash away like rain in sewer trails
And that we are still not enough.
she smiles
beyond bent limbs:
a wheelchair
As twilight approached I felt her loosening embrace
After a night filled with cuddling her shadowy face
My heart beat with passion as I bathed in her charms
Her elusive caress not quite real in my arms
I thought I heard her whisper as I longed for her lips
It was only the wind, another phantom kiss
My pulse begin to quicken as she rose from the bed
The thought of her leaving filled my mind with dread
Naked limbs swayed against the day's first rays
The tree branch outside my window on full display
Crescent moon and fading stars bowed to dawn...
Against hues, tones, morning.
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
through bare willow limbs
on this cold cloudy fall morn..
one star twinkles bright
Who would’ve Thought,
After being impaled by the spear of a lost love,
I’d still stagger on through life’s emergency doors
Though desperate for a heart thrombectomy
Paging Dr. Burke to perform mitral valve replacement,
With nothing but exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Fathomed,
After being shot by the 9mm of lost hope,
I’d still fight through those steel gates of survival
Though nurses screamed “GSW to the head!”
Paging Dr. McDreamy to attend to that ballistic chasm,
Still I made it past those exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Heeded,
After being sliced open by a 10 blade of deceit,
I’d still march forward towards the victor’s village
Though on the verge of bleeding out love
Paging ‘The Nazi’ to retract and source these bleeders,
I sailed through those sore exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Comprehended,
After being dismembered by a bone saw of hatred,
I’d still love thy enemies as He commanded me
Though lying comatose like an array of cadavers
Paging Dr. Torres to re-attach these limbs with love,
Love indeed conquered those exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Believed,
After all the anguish, pain, tears, blood and sweat,
I’d still kneel before His Glorious Throne praying for you
Though we are still to meet I fervently pray still
That you will be enough for me and I for you,
That I will be bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh
That we will carry each other in our spirits for eternity
A love that knows no bounds,
Flows in and out of time,
That Shakespeare kind of love,
All for the Glory of our Jehovah Rapha
The Lord who truly healed those exit wounds & severed limbs
limbs dance with the wind
shadows all melt into one
mountains fill the sky
stark clouds piled miles high
winds bind them from crashing down
no such luck for leaves
the first clear drop falls
blissfully through broken stems
onto thankful soil
Michael F. Lewis
no legs and no arms
this teenager teaches me
i quit complaining
The crunch of leaves beneath my feet
Murmur of hope, a whisper in the shadows
Growl of a rainstorm, howl of wind,
Clap of thunder rolling across the midnight
Skies, blessing, confessing all the wonder
An evening filled with the beauty and laughter
The inspiration of nature’s bounty, breathing
Through the crackle of her turbulent voice
Autumn sighs, a hush so beautiful, graceful
Like the imagination when it smashes through
The everyday, to kindle a fire, awful desire
For the glory of September, the splendor in
October, November… as they rumble, smash
Through the oaks and pines, stirring the chatter
Brought to life in the soul who knows that light
Rouses the silence to conspire with gentleness,
Caress the feelings with Autumn’s innocence
A wisdom, whimper of the heart’s harvest,
The melancholy of a darkness echoing creativity
Listen to the music of His light, pouring out
Across the navy blue night… to guide us all
To the serenity that is bold like the pop of a branch
Who startles the one listening for love to unfold
Amid the boughs of pure gold, the limbs of the soul!
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
July 10, 2022
FORM: Free Verse
Onomatopoeia Words used include crunch, murmur, whisper, growl, howl, clap, crackle, hush, smashes, rumble, smash, chatter, whimper, pop
The bare limbs on my trees have awakened
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 21, 2011 (4:26am)
The bare limbs on my trees have awakened
From their deep sleep and all of my trees have
finally started sprouting newly formed leaves
And my hibiscus in the back yard
is full of purple white laced flowers
scenting my yard like the garden of Eden
And all of my rose bushes have buds on them
which will blossom soon with beautiful flowers
And the crepe myrtles and the
dog woods
and the Japanese cherry trees
Have all been welcomed additions
to this wonderful neighborhood
And soon the butterflies and the
dragonflies will
return along with the honey bees
And my weeping willow will soon be dancing in the wind
which is always a joy to watch when the wind is blowing
Because it looks like an angel that has begun to spread
out its vast wings
And I am grateful for all these beautiful things because
I have lived to see another brand new season of spring
Timeless Limbs of Gold
by Lori Maria Walton
Spinning
ceaseless,
limbs of gold
desire movement,
to become still
hours, set like days
upon the laps
of young children
and old men
photographs blur
my memory
with stains
of reality
where have you gone?
A shawl of beaded fringes splayed;
Upon her soft, white, skin;
Beneath a swirl of open lace;
Breasts crested, capped within.
Her hair was full of candlelight,
the flames dance in her eyes.
And as her gartered thighs did part,
she heard her lover sigh.
Between clefts as white as moon rise,
and curls as black as night.
A lance was raised a parting phaze,
past twin orbs of delight.
Their limbs akimbo, heart and tide,
of teeth and talon marked,
On they rode with nary a fright
two lovers dancing in the dark.
I saw that the tree limbs were dessicated
and in need of removal
... just chop it off
I imagined cutting off a limb or piece that I no longer
needed
and how badly that would suck