Best Mansions Poems
If your apartment or your house
Could use a slight expansion,
May I suggest, instead, that you
Just build yourself a mansion.
Today I've toured a couple,
Both in Hudson River towns.
With property like that, your moods
Should have no room for downs.
A bit of ostentation
Seems de rigueur, though, I guess,
But servants take good care of it,
So you don't have to stress.
If you're looking for an upgrade
And you've mega-bucks to spare,
Do like Vanderbilt or Church* - construct
A mansion for your lair.
*Frederick Vanderbilt and Frederic Church
Categories:
mansions, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Tour the mansions of Rhode Island
(And it doesn’t matter which)
And discover just how different
Life can be if you are rich.
Want to throw a little party?
Ask 400 of your friends
While your servants prep and coddle
For the fun that never ends.
Have some outfits made in Paris;
Order in the best champagne.
Bathe in water from the ocean.
(Watch the salt go down the drain!)
Walk on floors laid in mosaics;
Dance ‘neath crystal chandeliers.
Stroll through gardens planted solely
To outdo those of your peers.
Never mind the lowly rabble
Who are born to work and serve
For the really wealthy do believe
They get what they deserve.
Categories:
mansions, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The Mansions of Heaven
I’ve birthed poems that still miss attention from friends
that are company to me. Downpours? Keep me dry!
Life provides, both in comings and goings (some fear).
I find joy in the knowledge some things can’t get grasped
that we’ve worth past our ‘sell date,’ own space on love’s shelf.
All sea’s shells still grace beaches whose fate is just sand
when their colors have faded, their spiral caves smashed.
A child’s wonder can visit both sand and God’s love.
All life groks that life is! Is it Death that pretends
its thoughts count in this life? Does Death laugh? Can it cry?
Tell me, what can Death own that a fool would hold dear?
Is there something Death hopes for (can Death’s hand be clasped)?
If Death ‘IS,’ then what’s death without life? Is ‘itself’
to be treasured, its absence a victory stand?
Hmm? If nothing had value, would nothing get trashed?
Should a hand you would prosper count less than its glove?
Words Muse links are each mansions (1) past ancestors carve
out of air whose mute poems form cities that shine
on a hill (with worth seen from a distance), each star
that inhabits the heavens though blue-washed by day
(sky obscured but still there). Words are pearls we secrete
to smooth what pricks the flesh in the shells of our time.
Though we shed words like skin a cicada forsakes,
they inhabit the trees or the shrubs of our choice
till they don’t, till they’re sand too, or food for a voice
that finds own ‘hill’ to climb. All life has what it takes
to give breath to a city that struggles with rhyme.
Though rhyme’s only breath’s air, it’s still shell at God’s feet.
Can a poet not dream there’s a God, or just pray?
If life ends, we’re still blessed to have been who we are,
not just one in a trillion but branch of True Vine.
Oh, it’s not from a lack of God’s love that fools starve.
Long Tooth
January 6th in 2022
Poet's Notes:
(1) Are there not entire universes waiting to be discovered in each drop
of water? Has a 'word' (of any language) ever been uttered that does
not 'source' a mansion in heaven that shelters God's children?
Categories:
mansions, art, love, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
MANSIONS
Where the sun doesn’t shine there is shadow
Or there is night
Darkness thirsting for the moon
Or heaven’s blessed light
Dave Austin
Categories:
mansions, appreciation, light,
Form:
Free verse
Many Mansions,
Grace---
Sublime construction.
Categories:
mansions, introspection,
Form:
The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Categories:
mansions, adventure, allegory, fantasy, food,
Form:
Narrative
(Haiku Suit)
Stately pretty homes
Some beautiful still today
Relics from the past
Still a Southern pride
If their wall could only talk
What secrets could tell
Standing some still tall
Nice historical mansions
Jewels from the past
Trees so grand and lush
Surround them all 'round
Elegant stately grounds
Pretty as picture
Much loved and desired today
Historic delight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September,24,2014
Categories:
mansions, culture, history, home, house,
Form:
Haiku
~Stately Southern Mansions~
(Senryu Suite)
Stately pretty homes
Some beautiful still today
Relics from the past
Still a Southern pride
If their wall could only talk
What secrets could tell
Standing some still tall
Nice historical mansions
Jewels from the past
Trees so grand and lush
Surround them all 'round
Elegant stately grounds
Pretty as picture
Much loved and desired today
Historic delight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
May.31.2016
Categories:
mansions, america, beautiful, history, home,
Form:
Free verse
Several Mansions exist in the town wherein I reside,
Built decades ago, with craftsmanship and great pride;
Filled with rooms and carpeted stairs,
They were a marvelous domicile for the family living there.
Now they've been partitioned and divided many times,
Yet one can still see their beautiful, architectural lines.
Families that own them live there day to day,
And the various rooms give kids many places to play.
Wallpaper gets scratched; woodwork marred in use;
The building shows activity with no concept of abuse.
People freely flow in and out, all the day long.
And it is their safe haven when they return home.
I know of several other buildings too,
Where things once used are now placed on public view.
The building may be elegant like those described above,
But all the artifacts are handled with kids gloves'
These places are known as historical museums;
You are charged admission if you desire to see them.
Articles displayed in glass cases: you may look but don't touch'
Historic value must be protected with alarms and such.
These past trophies cannot be utilized today;
They've lost their effectiveness- except items on display.
A museum closes with the approach of night.
Padlocks and vaults shield these things from sight.
Does your Christian walk contain things once used?
Or is vibrant life daily flowing out of you?
Do you live in a way that makes others inspired.
Or must you refer to past achievements that you want admired?
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.)
april 23, 2006
Categories:
mansions, faithday, may, places,
Form:
Rhyme
MANSIONS (a contemplation)
Sit
Get comfortable
Relax
Eyes closed (for most)
A mantra if you wish
He called them “Mansions”
Those which have no name in their space
He urged “Go into your closet”
That door which fades
where ceiling walls and floor
fall away
unto crystalline unbounded
clarity
You think of nothing
but nothing has a silent voice
a presence
Your essence merges is His essence
the essence of all
And in all inclusive
there is only one
One comes at times (for some) of deepest blue
a globe fringed with swirling flecks of gold
There is music heard only by soul
color realized
in mind-memory alone
Knowledge
knowledge that many masters have passed this way
I inhale their lingering blended spirit
and am fortified
Knowledge
knowledge that there is universal memory
and in each tiny human brain memory of all
all that is or has ever been
Knowledge
knowledge along the ever turning wheel
at this stop at all stops along the wheel
There resides but a single voice
And that voice
those all-comprehending eyes and ears
available eternally
to all
Categories:
mansions, devotion
Form:
Free verse
Darkness pours over the horizon,
the sun slips away.
Driven by consuming hunger,
a monstrous beast, lies in wait.
Hooded men in the choir,
weave webs from their lips,
while the hurst creeps by slowly,
in a seemingly endless parade.
On high hills, in colossal mansions,
live the soulless, adorned with magnetic bright eyes.
Veiled under a black blanket,
the soullest consume their prey,
they must feast off the valley,
or starve the beast within.
Hopeless sheep, without a shepherd,
swim like guppies in a bowl,
twisting in turmoil, keeping the beast full.
Categories:
mansions, confusion, corruption, death, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Let not your hearts be troubled;
If you believe in God, believe in Me.
My Father's House has many mansions,
Soon with your eyes you shall see.
I go there to ready places for you,
Then will come so you may go, also.
I will take the faithful with Me to Heaven;
Now the Way to this city you all know.
Categories:
mansions, daughter, devotion, faith, father,
Form:
Didactic
Come the final judgement day
the judge may be yourself,
no matter if you lived your life
in poverty or wealth.
Released at last from earthly bonds,
your soul then free to roam
you’ll seek a final resting place
that you will make your home.
Depending on your spirit’s wealth
now measured by your god,
your final dwelling will depend
on earthly pathways trod.
There’s many mansions in this land
where kindred souls unite,
from those who rest in perfect peace
to those in torturous night.
I’m sure you’ll get your just reward
whatever that may be,
for you’ll have chose the place you stay
for all eternity.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
mansions, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Sit up There in You Mansion
It's What You've Wanted for Years
But Tell Me If You Can
Does Money and Mansions Dry Your Tears
Emeralds, Rubies and Diamonds
Are Cold and Have No Emotion
Would You Be Surprised to Know
They Can Show You No Devotion?
I Have No Money or Mansions
But I'm Richer by Far than You
Because Someone Loves Me
And I Love That Someone Too
So Take All Your Material Things
And Snuggle Close and Tight
See How Much Love They Give
When You're Crying in the Night
I'd Rather Have Warm Arms to Hold Me
Than All the Money Anywhere
So I Hope You Find Your Dreams
In the Fancy Clothes You Wear
Connie Moore
Oct. 8, 1992
Categories:
mansions, lonely, love, love, money,
Form:
Rhyme
My House Has Many Mansions
last time we had looked
there have been many mansions
in West Virginia
One is even a Senator of great
notoriety we have heard.
Categories:
mansions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku