Best Lovelies Poems
Angel, No Romantic Heart Could Forget
( Collaboration R. Lindley & K. Hunt )
Desiring to feel again, thy warmest touch,
Dreams that have faded into distant past,
Love burning hot in our hearts was too much,
Its glow and ardor faded too fast,
Thou wouldst have had eternal sweet dreams,
In castles created to hold our true love,
Alas! This dark world destroyed with wicked schemes
All that was heaven sent from above.
We in our youth, tasted of love's purity divine,
Gentle hands, held wealth of all precious to me,
Thy image and power, did my romantic soul refine
Gifting passionate fruits of thy bountiful tree;
Now my soul, cries out for thy blessed return,
This miracle I pray shall one day be,
As flower meadows, rich in glory, one never spurns,
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea.
For all the ages revealed our great love eternal,
From silver spires did the world seem so small and otherworldly
We crept into our lofty paradise, teeming our little secret furled;
Two great eagles soaring soft to eternity
A thousand kisses too holy and sweet thy lush peck
A million lovely seasons thine eyes sparkle as honeyed stars
To Venus (shooting!) and thine vast heart our thee wed
But without thee, life is empty and its affections as death's cold charms
So sweet, death whispers your name.....
To tempt my fate to follow thy fleeting footsteps;
How damp this love, wouldst now seem in vain
No flask too deep to numb this bitter-made bed
But I shan't despair no more to mourn ----
For too holy my angel, lest I forget her plea;
The beauties of her idylls (alone) as lovelies shown:
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea
First half written by Robert Lindley
Second by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
lovelies, angel, beautiful, crush, heartbroken,
Form:
Classicism
satisfying sound, raindrops end—
swooshing of dark-wet, late green branches
intensifying quiet of morning
thunder and lightning rescind—
mourning absentee birds
there’s no sun
as Autumn comes,
apples
ornamental—
in sodden basket
of orchard.
sweetness
lies on ground
rolled in
debris of
sticks and stones.
whispering zephyr
coolness in its aplomb.
choice
lovelies brim on trees.
the waterlogged bark
with placidity of dawn—
sudden break of chirps
9/17/2020
Contest: Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One
Sponsor: Constance La France
crystalline, kimo, verse (Yalto), haiku
howmanysyllables used to verify syllable count
*Yalto invented by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
lovelies, autumn, bird, rain, tree,
Form:
Verse
I look around me walking down the street
on warm May days, and flowers I can see.
So many lovelies – for my eyes a treat.
But they are not all in my memory
engrained, so how they look I can’t define
as well as flowers that I see each year -
like those that bloom right now, which are divine.
They are my roses, and for me so dear.
My teacup roses have a dark pink hue
while almost all my other roses are
dark red, but towering in plainest view
is one that has just bloomed – my super star -
the “Blue” whose color violet is rare.
I love to stand in front of her and stare!
May 20, 2021
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
Categories:
lovelies, flower,
Form:
Sonnet
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
Categories:
lovelies, beautiful, butterfly, color, day,
Form:
Triolet
You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.
Did I mention today that I love you?
Without you, I wouldn't know what to do.
When you find someone to share your heart
it's impossible to think of being apart.
Seems like we were destined to be:
searched the world - all the land and sea.
Strolled the spots where beauties abound
but a truer love I've never found.
For all the lovelies who dream a song
who wait for their lovers to come along,
they capture my feeling and deepest fear -
to have no one to hold - no one so dear.
You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.
Categories:
lovelies, beauty, fear, feelings, giving,
Form:
Lyric
Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie
and I for a summer vacation. We had just settled into the whitewashed kitchen
when the problem was presented to us. For years the housed herd of guest horses
had been watered by filling lovely old white porcelain cast iron tubs which had been
scattered all over the rolling green fields of the farm in Faum.
Mirada had the forward thinking idea of saving farm hand time [and her the hourly
wage] of piping water to these beautiful horses with new fountains! Yes, my
lovelies, all you have to do is push your nose right here. Out bubbles crisp cool clean
water, minus the dead flies, which often drowned in the old tub! Seems horses are
very suspicious. Nope the herd was having none of it. Soon, if not cajoled, they
would be passing out from lack of water in the Danish summer’s heat. What foreign
creature had replaced their friendly old white tub of water? Where was their water?
They saw no water. Sure there was a scent of it from that pole but “What the
heck?” snorted the black stallion shaking his head at the girls.
We were told there would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner for us until we helped
get those horses watered. So off we went, shuffling our feet to a meet and greet
with the herd. Marata and the girls knew the horses. We almost knew a horse from
a cow. I went right up to this large black beauty, pet his nose and rubbed my cheek
on his face, love at first sight! Blackie started following me and we walked toward
the fountain. Then the sun glanced off the dreaded thing and he shied. I pushed the
control, filled my hands with water and brought him some. Lordy, lordy he drank
from my hands! The herd behind him whinnied. I tried to get him nearer the fountain
but it was a no, go. He’d drink from my hands but not the fountain. It just goes to
show you, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink, is really
TRUE!
*The next morning Laura begged her own pony AGAIN to drink. He finally did the rest did too then ;)
Categories:
lovelies, familyold, water, farm, horse,
Form:
Narrative
As I stand atop the crest of the hill, its bosom round and full,
I gaze upon the lazy valley sprawling before me.
In the distance at the base of the misty, blue mountains
the Loblolly pines play timpani in the Autumn breeze
singing a lullaby to the golden field of wheat.
"Sleep my lovelies, ssleep, sssleep," it hisses with sweet breath.
Cool licks of chilling air send a quiver through my skin,
while the slowly creeping sun seeks shelter behind the towering peaks.
The majesty before me reminds me of my own fragile mortality,
as my mind wanders and my thoughts leave me dizzy and weak.
Like the leaves falling from the majestic oak,
they swirl into eddies of twirling dancers
mimicking the undulating waves
of the dried crops rippling in the breeze.
The blue sky, calm and serene
So many such skies have I beheld,
their beauty breathtaking in their infinity,
but now they darken
as I grow closer to the inevitable twilight of life,
the red sunset beckoning to me.
No less majestic, the hues of crimson and coral
mingling with fuchsia and garnet, flushing gently,
moving across the face of the evening sky.
With wispy brushes, they slowly paint their way
from cloud to gossamer cloud engulfing the horizon
like the slowly fading memory of a woman's soft blush,
gently kissing my cheek, red lipstick lingering.
Blue turning to black, time standing still,
the crimson fades and the dark quiet of the night settles.
07/27/2015
Nature Poems Only Contest-1st Place
Shadow Hamilton
8/26/2015
Categories:
lovelies, nature, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
( EXCUSES WHY YOU DONT MOW YOUR GRASS )
The sun shines high: the rain's gone by.
It's Dandelion Day.
From fertile spawn my plush green lawn
Is mottled yellow spray.
The neighbors' round, all cutting down
Their blades and flowers gay -
Now green they've got, a common lot,
While mine's in vast array.
Why should I mow these lovelies low,
Defying Sunshine's ray?
To bring them down the sun might frown,
And turn blue sky to gray.
I'll let their seeds fallow new weeds
And mow another day.
Resplay they should, the neighborhood.
The Dandelions stay.
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-19-2014
Categories:
lovelies, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Desiring to feel again, thy warmest touch,
Dreams that have faded into distant past,
Love burning hot in our hearts was too much,
Its glow and ardor faded too fast,
Thou wouldst have had eternal sweet dreams,
In castles created to hold our true love,
Alas! This dark world destroyed with wicked schemes
All that was heaven sent from above.
We in our youth, tasted of love's purity divine,
Gentle hands, held wealth of all precious to me,
Thy image and power, did my romantic soul refine
Gifting passionate fruits of thy bountiful tree;
Now my soul, cries out for thy blessed return,
This miracle I pray shall one day be,
As flower meadows, rich in glory, one never spurns,
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea.
For all the ages revealed our great love eternal,
From silver spires did the world seem so small and otherworldly
We crept into our lofty paradise, teeming our little secret furled;
Two great eagles soaring soft to eternity
A thousand kisses too holy and sweet thy lush peck
A million lovely seasons thine eyes sparkle as honeyed stars
To Venus (shooting!) and thine vast heart our thee wed
But without thee, life is empty and its affections as death's cold charms
So sweet, death whispers your name.....
To tempt my fate to follow thy fleeting footsteps;
How damp this love, wouldst now seem in vain
No flask too deep to numb this bitter-made bed
But I shan't despair no more to mourn ----
For too holy my angel, lest I forget her plea;
The beauties of her idylls (alone) as lovelies shown:
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea
First half written by Robert Lindley
Second by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
lovelies, lost love, romance,
Form:
Classicism
The cliffs were very high in Euthyphro's dream ----
so aloft they seemed many a mile of mystery upon mystery.....
and cities of pillars and mighty pallisades, and ghost-mists
walking with history in their hands;
With diadems of their many deaths,
and lives of love cut short from wicked men;
..... whom they would not practice as they with violence
rolling from their tongues, and things most drear devoid
of love, to slay without cause ----
Always weary with profit,
and laden with lies;
never the innocent child in mind,
or the lovelies of women,
Where there is no love there is no life.....
but deceit unto deceit,
always seeking the throne,
always alone in some desolate wasteland;
But they whose hearts flow as beauteous waterfalls
and beat bright in cerulean halls,
with the gold of gratitude soft for all life;
There is good cheer in the hills,
and kind assurance that we shall bellow once more,
and may it be that our holly is in good company,
For a world of worry cannot prevail in a moment of laughter ----
no joy for the sadist! and his darkling bride,
with machinations wild with war, nay ----
But the madness of Commodus
and his giggling gods!
or the heathen who tends death's tombstones unfailing ----
who sharpens his scythe with great vigor!
no god shall call him fool!
But to laugh alone.....
without afterthought, afterlife ----
none shall recall the greatest of days,
hear the last sigh of the world.....
in death; a construct less known
than the eternal mysteries of God Himself.....
a device to 'Temporal Infinity'
" What say yea, young Euthyphro?
a contradictory term? ----
How can the universe be infinite, once begun,
shall it not end? For do not the stars twinkle out
and all which makes its wardrobe ---- pass away?
Did not the angels say that in the end,
that even death shall be dead? "
(And Euthyphro awoke)
Categories:
lovelies, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
He crouched among the ‘noble’ men
Of so much worth they were much to him
As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within
How much longer must he wait for them, then-
To let him in?
A beam of a smile appeared on his face
They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace
Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire
His confidence low, yet high his most wanted
Desire
The chatter was of an upcoming banquet
With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent
Hearts swollen with wine and merriment
He longed to live among them
With resentment
Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find
A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye
And as they spoke with anxious humor,
There came over the youth a sudden
Tremor
He was ready to make himself known
In beggar’s clothes he would have shown
That he can speak as eloquent as any
And that the smallest bodies of waters
Are plenty
The ‘noble’ men continued their vibrant chat
Without a thought of the boy, not e’en a glance
When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited
“My friends, I too—I too
Am excited!”
There was a pause in the chilly air
Some men laughed but the host merely stared
The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly
They would have never suspected a man of his tongue
As lowly
The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer
And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear
At last the host said, “Good man, I am glad you are excited,
But do tell me—er...were you ever
Invited?”
His head went down the kindhearted floor
He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore
Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head
He was never invited, he was never
Well fed
He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes
It is sad how quickly one’s hope can die
And all that night no hope remained but hunger,
Leaving him driven to survive, not above
But under
Categories:
lovelies, absence, abuse, adventure, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen to the wind.....
as she sings in her quiet lisps,
and sighs the past and gusts
with earnest need;
Listen to the tenets of the seasons
with their lovelies and tempests ----
and torrents and great rains
become blizzards,
then hushed and bequeathed sings the morrow;
and buds the leaf and the harvests
shall feed all in need
Listen to the tenuous hum and drum of mortal bars
crying out 'neath thy starry night....
when the world is weary in the City of Lights;
and the last dog has barked before bed.....
and the crickets with Godspeed ascend their chatter
in the last tumult of the day,
(Listen.....)
Categories:
lovelies, change, life, metaphor, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
SPRING SONATA
1,)Lovely of lovely
Lovely lovelies...
flower so deserving
purple roses, yellow lilies
comes before me such beauties
plant deliveries tulips
this is so much
Lovely of lovely
Lovely lovelies...
flower so deserving
spring sonata
(French version of 1)
Charmant de charmant
Belles beautés ...
fleur si méritant
roses pourpres, lis jaunes
vient devant moi de telles beautés
livraisons de plantes tulipes
c'est tellement
Charmant de charmant
Belles beautés ...
fleur si méritant
sonate de printemps
2.)sun flower, pink and red roses
Tulips with other flowers,
Adding new layers meaning to your bouquet
Asters are a love flower,
Pink alstroemeria conveys
My devotion and pink stargazer lilies represent prosperity.
Your my beautiful love flower
Just because you're romantic flower
Bouquet send with from you
Flowers romance arrangements
Overflowing with roses, lilies and tulips.
3.)Lovely of lovely
Lovely lovelies...
flower so deserving
bouquet you are I choose
early morning dew
I have chosen you
so glad I gotta
embrace my flora spring sonata
4/02/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
from anthology “SPRING SONATA ”
Categories:
lovelies, analogy, appreciation, community, flower,
Form:
Free verse
into blue gardens
spurred by the beckoning sun
and fragrant lovelies
hydrangea bliss
too long gone, forget me not
sapphire cornflowers
songs through the grapevine
and irises navy blue
cobalt skies charming
azure clematis
a sense of what's been missing
lilac fragrances
Categories:
lovelies, appreciation, beautiful, blue, flower,
Form:
Haiku
BUTTERFLIES OF BEAUTY
Metamorphosis unfolds.
The slimy bug has wings of gold.
As if kissed by springtime dew,
a handsome prince appears all new.
A perfect poise at sunshine hour,
drawing nectar from a flower.
Lantern paper wings bestowed,
light emitting prism diodes
Dressed in colors strikingly strong
they live not for very long.
Maybe six months to a year
and new ones come to flutter here.
An artist’s pallet of every hue,
yellow, brown and morpho blue.
Quick lovelies in our sight,
whisper, swiftly. They take flight.
Suddenly capturing human eyes,
in awe of beautiful butterflies.
1/11/17
Categories:
lovelies, beauty, butterfly, color,
Form:
Couplet