Best Lounged Poems
"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi
I entered the winding path into the captivating vale
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees
Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand
I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo replied.
A repetitive Echo, always vibrating and mesmerising.
What a singular sound to hear nature at its best!
I lounged beneath the shade of an old maple tree,
Where the verdant vale lay sprawled in front of me.
Balmy breezes blew through dark green trees, an Echo divine.
Tiny thrushes flitted from bush to bush.
They permeated the vale with their familiar songs.
Occasionally they rested on a dense bush,
Hush! Did I hear the song again?
Choirs of echo resounded all around the lush plateau.
Down on the majestic plain, a babbling brook meandered
Towards a clump of cottages, providing water for all.
The rivulet was a sight with fronds of ferns unfolding.
How delightful to hear the water emanating such dulcet echo
As the stream zigzagged around rocks and small waterfalls.
Every echo ended in silence profound and I was in God’s peace.
A holy hymn hummed serene: echo after echo, all divine.
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Categories:
lounged, bird, mountains, river,
Form:
Imagism
Just An Old Man
Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!
An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!
An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!
An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!
An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot.
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!
Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!
An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)
NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man. He passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.
I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man. One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.
For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..
Categories:
lounged, dedication, father, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I lounged in silence,
Overwhelmed by beauty,
Invigorated and at peace
Beneath the graceful willow.
In this tranquil state
I felt and absorbed
The hazy waning shafts of moonlight
Interlaced with wafts of perfumes
Of the whitish flowers of the queen of the night,
The mighty selenicereus
That climbed the greenish trellis
Of my earthly paradise.
Every color of the darkening rose,
Every shade that hid the sleepy birds,
Every sound of cicadas that sang to the moon,
Every precious second that passed
Was but an undying serenade.
Oh that such a moment
Would never have an end.
For this was an eternal dance
Upon a fair land
Where nature led the band
With extreme serenity,
Directed with all unearthly charm
Life's infinite continuum.
Categories:
lounged, appreciation, flower, night,
Form:
Free verse
Theme for collaboration suggested by Tim Smith
Two enormous old toads crossed the road
On Tom’s back lounged Thomasina toad
Both are ugly and warty
Thomasina’s so naughty
As her bowels on his back she’d download
06-16-17
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
When Thomasina toad dumped on old Tom
He thought her poop explosion was a bomb
He hopped in the air
gave her a mean stare
shouting, "I'm not taking you home to Mom!"
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ribbit rubbit robbit 'n ro
this crazy toad has got to go
She's turning quite mean -
Fifty shades of green
No time to chat but still does crow
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
"Why don't we do it in the road?"
Said Thomas, the old horny toad
Thomasina hissed,
"Get a load of this!"
and a "blessing" on him bestowed
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
Thomasina was on a road trip
Her taxi was Tom's back she'd grip
But she strained as she held
And her bottom expelled
So she said "I've just left you a tip"
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
Tom and Thomasina were the perfect pair
They were ancient toads without a care
He had a huge wart
She gives a mean fart
Anyone in her vicinity better beware!
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
Now Tom was an over achiever
He wanted the lady, not leave her
He sprayed his back with Scotch-Guard
and rubbed down with lots of lard
the dumper was now the receiver
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Tom gave Thomasina the boot
Got sick from the smell of her poot
told her to get lost
right after he tossed
She gave him the one finger salute
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Thomas and Thomasina loved to hear
the waterboatmen rubbing their gear
Thomas tried and started to croak
causing Thomasina to choke
you two will never get it right I fear
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
When T'sina hopped on for a ride
Old Thomas reminded his bride,
"Though you're my sweet dish,
on the road we'll get squished",
"Just do it!" was her terse reply.
WRITTEN BY CRAIG CORNISH
Thomasina and Tom a heavy load
Lingered a little too long on the road
He could have kissed her all night
shocked at the oncoming lights
Croak and ribbit was heard; two flattened toads
WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER
PLEASE SOUP MAIL ME ANY SUBMISSIONS FOR THE COLLABORATION
06-16-17
Categories:
lounged, animal, giggle, humorous, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Once upon a time there was a bear called Ted
He was very down and lounged all day in bed
His mum was concerned as Ted was so sad
He totally changed since he lost his dear dad
At one time Ted was the talk of the town
He was happy and jolly just like a clown
Then his dad got ill and passed away
Ted never left the house from that day
His mum was concerned and called in the doc
He said Ted’s not coping well with the shock
Ted needs to get out of bed and get in the sun
Then he’ll soon regain his sense of fun
The doc also thought it would be a good idea
If Ted’s friends could take him out for a ginger beer
Ted’s mum immediately gave his friends a ring
And straight into action these bears did spring
Ted went for a drink and he started to smile
He hadn’t been outdoors for such a long while
The change of scenery did Ted the world of good
Now he’s back having fun with his pals in the wood
Ted goes out with his good friends every day
His mum is relieved he goes outside to play
He laugh’s and jokes and plays tricks with his mates
And he’s now met a girl bear and they go out on dates
His friends are special and they’ve helped Ted the bear
Ted’s so very lucky to have such good friends who care
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Categories:
lounged, bereavement, dad, depression, children,
Form:
Couplet
Ode to the Madman
It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing Chinamen in white robes.
I took in the flames and the feathers, both.
I took in the shadows and the spotlights of the stabbing sun.
The book was Women by Bukowski.
I lounged by the winking, blue-eyed pool,
Eyeing the half-naked women in bikinis,
Reading the drunken madman,
Sipping daiquiris on ice
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
The way she walked as she brought me my drinks,
Was a Revelation and a turn-on, both.
It seemed, as I discerned from her big-breasted body language,
That she already knew the answers to life’s unasked questions.
That she had already traveled
To the farthest star in the galaxy.
That she had already tasted the wine of eternal wisdom.
Yes, it was the way she walked.
Bukowski would’ve smiled and said:
“Comon honey, let’s dance!”
I was in heaven and in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees, and I sweated.
But I saw paradise under the dauntless palms.
Ode to the madman!
“I sip this daiquiri in your name.”
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
Categories:
lounged, tribute, beautiful, me, women,
Form:
Ode
Shall we adjourn from the
morning morgue
For pizza and a game of chess?
Rays Curve Along The Earth
It is daybreak
With morning comes the
shining off the layers of the
lake
And mourning the opening of
the floodgates
We went down to the coffee
table
Skipping past the cherry tree
This tree, it served us fruit and
oak
To love and to live beside the
wood
And there we played a game of
chess
[/i/The bishops had fallen but
the castle was gone
The White king shoved the
guardsman pawn
He fell soon after
To roars of laughter
They all adjourned to the
morgue
To the final morgue]
Tea for two and two for tea
Still Café Paris for you and me
We lounged in striped sky blue
beach chairs
Our raking gazes grazed the
summit of the hill
I would not have sat still
But for the girl that had lain
The girl wreathed in flame
Scratched her shoulders and
laughed with the rain
I wondered: did I dare?
Hold her hand and descend into
the uncharted lair?
Gears and Cogs
It was between April and June
I began to build my bicycle
Fitted in a third wheel
By then I couldn't tell what was
true
What was real?
Took her down ol' King's Road
Gave her a short spin
But for the third wheel she
would've broken
She survived, just barely, a
token
The token piece remained
unbroken
I BUILT a house of upside down
I KNOW that lost is lost but
found
She was my house of upside
down
I built her and she built me
We built each other in the
machine
Gliding Through The Winter
Wood
It is nightfall
With dark tags along the
midnight sun
Unwanted but unaffected
She shifts the curves along the
earth
And ruffles up the winter wood
Where I have been waiting
Where I have wasted many a
night praying
And on the tree bark painting
For love and for my love
And the taking of an oath and
tea
What then shall the leaves fall
From thy hand onto the snow
And when shall there be
daylight once more?
For now I shall be gliding
Gliding through the winter
wood
Dark amongst the silver white
I am king and you are queen
In an endless game of chess
Categories:
lounged, lovehouse, lost, winter, girl,
Form:
Free verse
Hank lounged on his porch watchin' the sun slowly sinkin' in the west.
He'd cowboyed for nigh on sixty years and figgered he'd done his best.
Hank and his faithful hoss Old Dan was now enjoyin' their leisure years,
And he had time to recall his ranchin' days while tossin' back some beers!
He was so bow-legged from ridin' saddle he looked like a pair of pliers!
His hands was stained and gnarled from roll-yer-owns and mendin' wires.
He'd hung up his spurs, chaps and well-worn saddle without regret,
But he wore his scruffy boots, leather vest, jeans and sombrero yet.
He shuddered recalling stormy nights that spooked the wild-eyed steers,
Causin' hell-raisin' stampedes that endangered him and his peers.
He remembered more peaceful times ridin' herd with cattle happily grazin',
And a time or two chasin' cussed' rustlers with his .44 guns a-blazin'!
He swore he'd never eat another bean, tater or bacon in his life,
Since that's all Cooky knowed how to fix, a subject of constant strife!
He recalled how he stammered when meetin' ladies in many a saloon,
Which left him pawin' the floor with his pointy boots, feelin' like a goon!
Hank remembered cattle drives and in Abilene drawin' his meager pay,
Spendin' it on rot-gut whiskey and schemin' wimmin, blowin' it all away.
Hank peered into the distance and gazed at a lone pine tree in the vale,
Thinkin', "I want to be planted there when I've reached the end of the trail!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
lounged,
Form:
Rhyme
Hank lounged on the bunkhouse porch tossin' back some beers,
Watchin' the sunset and reminiscin' about his cowboyin' years.
He peered at the sun 'twixt the pointy toes of his shabby boots
Propped on the railin', that he'd wore durin' his cowpokin' pursuits!
He'd bought 'em fer about twelve bucks twenty-five years er so ago,
At The Cowpokes Friendly Tack and Feed Store in nearby El Paso.
Silver-plated spurs was attached to the heels as an added attraction,
To prod the flanks of Old Dan, his hoss, into spurts of action!
He'd wore 'em on round-ups and in the corral at brandin' time,
As he wrestled them wily dogies to the ground in the dust and grime!
He'd scrape the manure off'n his boots each Saturday afternoon,
And later do a little high steppin' with the gals at Bart's Saloon!
He even wore 'em on his weddin' day much to his bride's chagrin;
She wanted to burn the consarned things but Hank would not give in!
He told his pards: "Bury me on yonder knoll 'neath that ponderosa pine.
If'n you kin scare up a preacher to send me on my way, that'd be jes' fine.
Boys, make sure I'm sportin' them old boots when in my coffin I'm laid,
'Cause I wanna be wearin' them dear old friends in that eternal promenade!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
lounged, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
One particularly memorable critic referred to me as a neckbeard in a conversation with a friend this morning. Both of the twats were skinny, pencil-head net-dweebs, the types who frequent cesspools such as reddit.com or 4chan.org. I observed that both geeks were clad in t-shirts emblazoned with figures from Asian cartoons. I laughed to myself, and remarked that fans of Anime should not mock bearded men simply because their own kinds are maligned for their pointlessly lazy grooming. The offending dorks cohort cackled and muttered 'total neckbeard, man.' More cackling. I reached into my pocket and gripped my mini-kunai, which was sheathed into the waistband of my sweatpants, but released the grip and smiled at my antagonists. They needed no punishment. Their only crime was being stupid and hive-minded. I proceeded to the next table, this entire incident having taken place in a McDonald's dining room, and overheard their conversation, a robotic exchange of very old memes and esoteric World of Warcraft lingo. Their odious laughter filled the store, triggered by loudly shouted acronyms pronounced phonetically, such as LOL and ROFL. The couple sitting at the booth across from me was giggling in embarrassment at the idiocy, and the employees looked capable of homicide. I however, lounged lazily in the corner, feasting, the
Neckbeard Warrior at rest.
Categories:
lounged, blessing,
Form:
Prose
With chips and fries, girl buddy Pam and I
Lounged on a diva for night- time cable,
When Travolta caught our TV- tube eyes
Hips gyrating to Night Fever’s wiggle.
Our feet tapped as we looked at each other
“Let’s hit the town and paint it red”, we said;
In a flash, we dolled up and tossed our hair
Scooting the bar where pop- tunes drowned ahead.
We paced the dance floor wiggling our hands
To the height of beats like ‘ole college days
Then, more late 90s theme songs rocked the band
While starry eyes begged for music ablaze.
The crowd mingled to pass few drinks around
As we jigged along, romping like prom queens,
Till street lights dimmed to imply---‘homeward bound’
No way! It’s Girls’ Friday till morn , supreme!
Daren Watson's A Girls Night Out
by nette onclaud
Categories:
lounged, fun, night,
Form:
Quatrain
We lounged on the back deck as twilight fell
and gazed as tiny fireflies cast a spell.
As Nature placed her glory on display,
we sipped red wine, reflecting on our day.
We’d had a scrumptious meal my love prepared,
and then a soothing bubble bath, we shared.
On cool silk sheets, we’d shared . . . oh, so much more
till both of were sated to the core.
We’d watched a Lifetime romance on TV
and swayed to tunes we love by Kenny G.
We didn’t wash one dish or make the bed.
“The maid will do those things!” my lover said.
“Of course, she will. We’ve better things to do.”
I said. “I’m ready for the back-lawn view.”
That’s when we got the wine and went outside.
A place like this is such a source of pride--
Out front car doors were slamming, and we knew
to all that splendor we must bid adieu.
The owners of the home returned too soon!
We fled through woods on paths lit by the moon.
August 3, 2021
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Categories:
lounged, home, image,
Form:
Couplet
The short haired calico cat
Came through the doggie door
Having no idea Ashley lounged
Inside 'pon the floor
Ashley spied the short haired cat
The cat springing into alert mode
Voila' the chase was on
With lightning speed
They were in flight
Flap, flag the doggie door explodes
Then just a tiny flap
The Chihuahua just loves
A good chase and fight
Who knows what it is??
Ha!! Ha!!
Categories:
lounged, funny,
Form:
Free verse
In laundered lilac linen I lounged half awake
What would this sumptuous Saturday share
Would gregarious grandmother graciously bake
Although the wicked waft of her cakes was hard to compare
I was silently salivating for her chicken fricassee fare
The farm freshest fricassee demanded a certain hen
accompanied by green gardens greatest of variety vegetable
sauteed snips of mint, garlic, and onion, Amen
Wafted walnut savory sauce anticipating the set table
Secret sprinkle cayenne pepper activating heat is enabled
When plated these lusciously lubricated white slices
Of soft succulent hen atop fresh potato mash
Stunningly Swimming alongside fresh vegetable dices
When your tongue tip tastes there's an instant flash
Of cherished childhood flavored food, a true saliva splash
Categories:
lounged, childhood, senses,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Before the bawdy houses all went broke,
Contented cowboys, flush with cash, would go.
Fernando with his friends and other folk
Perused each painted pretty there on show.
These glitter-gloved young ladies lounged in style;
They'd wait and wonder who would be the one
To leave his liquor for a little while
And fork a fiver over for some fun.
They were the wanton women of the west
Who proffered pleasure proudly for a price.
Big hearts are often broken in the best
Who lose at love like gamblers lose at dice.
Just tin-pan ladies toiling tough till dawn
With wages weak for weary work each night.
They soon would wake to see their youth was gone;
Their better life for burdens born took flight.
The cowpoke cattle drives brought towns new breath
But soon the railroad ripped the range in two
As cattle cars crushed cattle drives to death
And cattle drivin' cowpokes soon were through.
The pretty painted ladies proved no use
To lazy little towns now cast astray.
Love's labor flees when life is lived too loose,
Dependent on a cowboy's poke each day.
So now that time is told as tales of old
Where cowboy campfires burnt away the chill
When weather's whimsy whipped up winds so cold
They'd cut right through and break a cowboy's will.
Some words at last for ladies who sold love
Then disappeared like dust of early dawn.
They faded like the glitter on their glove,
A badge of broken beauty, dead and gone.
Categories:
lounged, life, love,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter