Best Louise Poems
A circus performer – Louise -
while swinging mid-air by trapeze
missed the bar; it was grim.
What a pity for him!
He had the misfortune to sneeze!
Now for Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS(May 21)' Poetry Contest
The night is brimming with lake water fully moon-laden.
Sparkles and dashes of diamonds clutter her surface.
I am delighted at the prettiness of the outlying forest.
Surrounded by beauty that enhances my glorious mood.
We fell in love with temporary aspects of this forest glen.
Inspired to have the lake dug once upon a memory.
She calls me in spring and fall, coaxing me to swim in summer.
I love her, and call her Lake Lady Louise, after my grandma.
Birthed from a place of honesty I had reservations.
Not wanting any of the trees to go but of course they had to.
I mourned these large oaks, pushed into pile by dozers.
Felt a devastation at the progress, fearing it was a mistake.
Beneath the wings of your song, oh Lake Lady Louise,
I am in awe of your cat tails, bullfrogs and minnows.
It is with pure joy that I feel your catfish and bass staring.
Underneath the cover of your diamond encrusted surface.
Majestic mountains rise like mounted men,
Their faces chiseled from the rugged stone.
The evergreens enveiling all the glen
Ascend in gowns of green, but leave a crown
Of jagged peaks, where shimmering glaciers groan,
And tears they shed glide gently ever down.
Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise
The sunbeams stream through lightest sapphire skies,
Till sunset bursts in blooms of deep cerise.
When lying still she mirrors the mountain's face,
Or wavelets shine like diamonds in her eyes;
What trickled once as tears is joyous grace.
Majestic mountains rise like mounted men
Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise.
{Written in Cornish Sonnet form using iambic pentameter.}
Of the places of wonder, to travel and wander
I would return once again to the chasms of time
Banff National Park is the jewel in the crown
On the rim of the world where pure silence is found
and the edge of a glacier where white peaks have climbed
Where eyes are astonished and cloistered we'll find
a lake, named Louise, ringed with forest and trees.
The beauty is cradled beyond one's belief
Where centuries seep through the cracks in the ice
and monuments melt much faster than light
Enlightened are those who will come to respect
each breath-taking view, every chance to reflect.
Gaunt pines have climbed, on ridges that sigh
with spokes of long fingers that reach to the sky
It seems that their branches are stars we can't find
With reverence, unspoken, while throats swell in pain
In gratitude, for magnitudes of nature's refrain
My breath is unable to shape a weak voice
or rejoice in the miracle mere mortals will find
I will stare out and marvel at the bright early morn
as I hear my heart beating, and my soul is re-born
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2/18/16 For "Take A Vacation" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
There was a girl called Lovely Lou,
She never seemed to know what to do.
Many thought she was a fool,
‘Til, she said the jokes on you;
she had filled their boots with crazy glue!
ESTHER LOUISE ARBUTHNOT'S PHOTOGRAPH - Taken about 1876 or so
Great great great (?) Grandmother
(My own mother was named after her)
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound
of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Celtic dream I've known
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone
and I can feel you when you cry.
So far from home, you wonder why,
and it makes me want to die.
All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find
you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind,
in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you but I never really see,
what makes you think you have to cry?
You must have known I'd wonder why,
Yet it makes me want to die.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Celtic day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize,
it's made you think you have to cry.
And through it all, not wonder why,
I will never let you die.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Basically the events of the poem are history, although
Esther Louise Arbuthnot was not actually born in
Scotland. I just took a little poet's privilege and the poem
in its entirity came from observing the beauty of her
photograph.
TEARS OF AN IRISH GIRL
( Impression From Grandmother 3x Esther Louise Arbuthnot's Photograph 1876)
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound
of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone
and I can feel you when you cry.
So far from home, you wonder why,
and it makes me want to die.
All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find
you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind,
in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you but I never really see,
what makes you think you have to cry?
You must have known I'd wonder why,
it still makes me want to die.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, and I see it in your eyes
love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize,
it's made you think you have to cry.
And through it all, not wonder why,
it still makes me want to die.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1875 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.
All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.
It's made me wonder if your dream
had ever made your heart to scream?
In your Book of Shadows, reading is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.
It's made your photograph sureal
in warming only I can feel.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,
you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sadness you've been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up my head.
It's made me think I need your tears
that have to flow for years and years.
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
There was a young man in a pickle
His girlfriend Louise was quite fickle
When the test came out blue
She told him it's not you
With others I played slap and tickle
* for Deborah Guzzi's Limerick contest
The lusty octopus Louise
Loved giving young sailors the squeeze
With her tentacles great
She could satisfy eight
Leaving all hands on deck with large hickeys
I usually don't talk about rainbows.
I'd rather talk about farmers or crows.
But if you pierce a rainbow, does it not bleed?
Into one color, for every intention, desire, and need?
Brothers and sisters and cousins and nephews,
I care not how descends your Muse.
Listen to the string meant only for you.
The angels bless your every "kerchoo."
1/20/16
LAKE LOUISE
Early April is a preview of heaven
And my sin-soaked soul is forgiven
At Lake Louise. I offer praise fulsome
To the breeze, unladen by debt or ransom.
A few early crocus in warm shelter
Air diamond-clear to see forever
Colours with new-born brightness
Pristine snow of Eden freshness.
Louise would you please,
Sneeze in your elbows sleeves.
Geez Louise, don’t even wheeze.
Louise, seize it at the knees.
Louise do not sneeze a breeze.
Be at ease, no spreading disease.
Louise your body has the keys.
Maybe you’re allergic to bees.
Please Louise, stay still; freeze.
Louise, you are blowing cheese.
Louise, be careful with these.
Louise Myers
1896-1917
They shot the Archduke,
And my eyes closed in disbelief;
They sank the Lusitania,
And my heart palpitated.
My friend, this world reels and tumbles and faints,
Lost in endless crises and disasters;
Aghast at the senseless violence and mayhem.
The War To End War commenced,
As I terminated this futile existence,
With a loud curse and a silent prayer;
This leaping lunge into the death ditch!
Once, I secretly applied lipstick,
Unbeknownst to my firm-minded father,
And joyously kissed myself in the mirror.
Oh Narcissus,
Be my lover now!
For the world reels and stumbles and disintegrates,
And I have made this last leaping lunge,
This hysterical thoughtless leaping lunge,
Down, down into the deep death ditch!
Twerking secretly
Ruckus is heard
Immediately
Stripping for my
Husband
Laughing
Out loud with the
Underdogs
Is cool and
Sexy
Enough to be a hero