Best Mantles Poems
I’m looking at an old house
Called home by someone
I will look at any old house new or old but
Home is ALWAYS an old house
Old people open doors
Walk the floors
Old people light the candles
Decorate the mantles
And the roof ever slants
So young thoughts may go
Sliding down to settle on ground
In front of home
Seasons come
Seasons go
Cloudy bright
Rain or snow
Inside though
Home is ever warmed
By timeless ghosts
Of hearth reborn
I’m climbing the stairs of an old house
Called home by someone
To open a door
Find stairs and climb some more
To follow the footsteps of some vague someone
In an old house called home
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For Trudy
Categories:
mantles, introspection, nostalgiahouse, old, people,
Form:
Light Verse
Farther than mantles of a pewter night,
Comets reel in their own immeasurable world
Past earth's sky, gloaming through lattices
Woven by celestial bands... a grandeur
From a multiverse illumined with other heavenly forms
Like asteroids unknown to human eyes, mirrored
Only in a roulette of divine Infinity : Out there,
With the bursting spiral from gas, fire, molten rocks
Twirls a dreamy carouse within a hub of Life Source.
My heart aches to greet them beyond zone's limit
In star-studded cast of aureoles...a poetry in motion,
Which alights into Borealis songs, their haunting lore.
And through sacred Mystery , I connect with this force
Designed by one Galactic handiwork-- moons, stars
planets circling around Milky Way, ever vibrant...
And to bestow a natural pace
of night and day,
Season upon season, I see myself as one
With creation reaching ---out for God's light.
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Re-post 6/28/2019
Contest of John Hamilton: Best Free Verse 2019
Originally written 2/20/2019
Categories:
mantles, creation, world,
Form:
Free verse
I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner gloom, beneath mantles
of thick smoke, pinches,
slurred speech and propositions,
I leer drunkenly about,
swimming in the haze
of my heebie-jeebies.
I wait.
After the smoke clears away
and the honky-tonk tones die,
when the scraggy light of the
morning after spreads, mustily,
across the floor,
I wait.
After the hangover,
after the aching head, glazed eyes,
belches, and specks
which move around my head in circles,
I see a different sort of light:
A flatter sort.
In the sordidness,
ergo filthy waxy sawdust on the floor,
I have seen a conjuration
which I sought.
But soon it disappears
and will not come again.
Illusion slips from mind
with lifting drunkenness
and break of sensibility
and pain creeps in which
is not merely physical.
Oh well.
I must try again tomorrow night.
There will always be another night.
Categories:
mantles, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
You unfold the mantles of paradise in my eyes,
As I, ambassador of beauty in curtsy arms, rise!
When I stand from the deck with awe and wonder,
I wish our ferry flies and soars high like a bird.
All charms I see are truths of songs I’ve heard,
As whirs of zip wires play like violin over yonder.
While I stroll the landscape to explore and wander
I’ve glimpse of the moon peeking behind a day cloud curd.
moonlight smiles with sun
as bright foliage unfurl
pirouette cold gentle breeze
adorn forest field
eyes dance on green lake to shore
sun-moon ballroom I sojourn
October 19, 2016 11.50am
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
First Place
Contest: Three Style II (Couplet, Sedoka, Free Verse)
Judged: 10/22/2016
Sponsor: Poet Laura Loo
Categories:
mantles, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Moon In Auburn
As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness
With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue
In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection
Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand
And she crept in dreams
Within the tip toe of cats
Rendered the night through amber eyes
Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses
For all the endless that she misses
Arched above an eternal sky
She is drawn to the moss of rocks
And clings in branches hung with lichen
To the feathered damp of leaves
Which catch her spark
Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter
In the country lanes of ancient mazes
By stone wall and rabbits foot
Close upon the dandelions head
With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics
Were hidden amongst rivulet beds
Catching the silver blue
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
And swung out the flax upon the stars
Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns
A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born
The atonement of steady reckoning he had
Cut in trough on the ploughed earth
Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered
With all their promises of a seasons ripening
Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn”
And the distillation of his bone and marrow
And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La
Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times
All the memories fell in auburn locks
And swept upon the Luna light shores
The twin she fluxed in silver blue
And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Categories:
mantles, love, mystery, naturedog, cry,
Form:
Free verse
~Patois of Yuletide in Yellow~
Yellow sings solos in soft folds of nativity
Satin strands of a radiant star’s light
Creation swaddled in clarity
Naked joy leaps up in golden delight
While hues of holy optimism flood night
Through the colorless stillborn manger ploy
Ecstatic shades of amber evoke joy
Gold rays serenade prophecy now seen
All creation in citrine mantles deploy
Glory’s color, yellow, in dazzling streams.
Yellow ribbons weave through angelic song,
Enfold night in warm threads of a bronze day
No jaundiced joy dims this heavenly throng
Nor drapes king’s eyes from far and from away,
To reveal a starlit path – to show the way -
Glowing lanterns seek the source of glory
Anointing redemption for Eden’s story
Heralds yuletide gold glory from above,
Glows in brilliance like fire forged offertory,
Yellow exalts the purest aura - love.
12/2/21
Contest: Y
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Yuletide
Categories:
mantles, christmas,
Form:
Dizain
Summer Rispetto
In blazing glory Summer ascends her throne,
crowned by Mother Nature with titian blue sky.
Sunshine sparkles on waterfalls like rhinestone;
and robin redbreasts teach baby chicks to fly.
Fields aglow with mantles of joyful jonquils,
and brooks blissfully babble through green foothills.
Balmy zephyrs drift dreamily murmuring,
“How sweet … but soon Summer will be sweltering!”
07-19-2018
Contest: Picture Me A Summer Rispetto Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Placement: 2nd
Categories:
mantles, beautiful, seasons, summer,
Form:
Rispetto
Boughs of evergreens grace mantles above fireplaces.
Children await Santa Claus with smiles on their faces.
Beribboned wreaths are hung on many a front door,
but to me the spirit of Christmas means so much more.
The greatest gift was not found beneath a tinseled tree.
It was Jesus Christ, who gave up his life for you and me.
Humbly born, he was laid upon a bed of straw in a stall.
God gifted us His only begotten son to give hope to us all.
A present so very precious, one that we can never repay.
He bestowed on us a Savior, the babe born Christmas Day.
We must always hold dear to how much we are blessed,
as we sing 'Joy to the World' when our love is expressed.
We fill our churches with candles, admiring their glow.
As moonlight shines across white fields of fallen snow,
we pray, giving thanks to God, remembering to be meek,
for it's our Father's divine favor that we reverently seek.
Christmas is a time for Christians to celebrate and rejoice,
praising the Lord in lyrical hymns raised in adoring voice.
With myriads of Angels in chorus, let us worship and sing,
"All glory to God," as the bells from church steeples ring.
The true Christmas spirit is not gifts with huge price tags
or new toys for children that fill too many shopping bags.
It should proclaim "peace on earth, good will toward men."
So, to this end we pray to God in the name of Jesus, Amen.
Categories:
mantles, beautiful, christmas, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon
Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
In misty cloaks of tranquility
Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow
In courtly minuets
On adagio waves
Then lightly skim the face of the shore
With twilight fragments
Of fading mauve
As velvet vespers of soft chimes
Calm the ghostly wraiths of torrid afternoons
With dusky balms,
To slowly stumble into mantles of lavender’s eiderdown
Wrapped in shawls of gently rocking barcaroles
As doves and nightingales
Sing remnants of dawn and dusk
Into lyric seams of rounded swells
Capturing serenity in the cloth of fading light
Shedding calm shadows on untroubled waters.
Categories:
mantles, happiness, peace, water,
Form:
Free verse
It must be in our genes to collect things.
Our bounty paraded along tables and mantles.
Eventually life shifts gears and priorities change.
The critics seep in, our collections are thinned.
Just a batch of clutter too soon to be forgotten.
Marbles and shells boxed into attics and closets.
Cabbage patch kids kissing attic spiders in darkness.
Everything will be picked through after the collector is dead.
By people not seen in ages
Collections going from priceless to penny in a half generation.
Categories:
mantles, people,
Form:
Free verse
As the moon and sun share the fabric of a fading song of ancient blues
a ceremony of torch light identity ensues
chieftains in regalia of royal feather headdresses and mantles of warrior mania
approach the flagstaff that Clark and I stand under with a procession
of musicians clad in the symbols of their souls
playing instruments that speak the language of their knowledge,
after being bedazzled by the brute majesty of the music and pomp
our men give gifts of tobacco carrots, knives, beads and small bells,
chiefs Wueche and Arcawechar tap both of my shoulders
with their ceremonial spears, a gesture of friendship and blessing
after which we toast to the fortune of patient eyes with a dram of whiskey,
my elocution of America's intentions and jurisdiction
is delivered with sincerity and alacrity just as an eagle protects it's range
and with the wit and instincts of a wolf Chief Wueche
agrees with the terms of allegiance but also admonishes us
not only of the pirates of the Plains,
but that supremacy is the child of wrath for the natives
especially for the dominant tribe of the Sioux Nation, the Teton,
he seems to somberly realize that his Yankton people
must either become a weapon of America's war machine, or be destroyed by it,
J.A.B.
Categories:
mantles, america,
Form:
Epic
Softest haze mantles the night amid twilights first born hours.
Dew all drenching, encroach, caress the springs first waking flowers.
Mists so gently kiss the foliage of a garden fair, as one comes hither
purest rose adorns her silken hair.
Shift of satin, unkempt curls, she steps with even grace.
Eyes of lonely, haunting beauty, beset by youthful face.
Tranquility abounds around her in vividly elusive dreams.
When awoken, shattered then.... as nothings what it seems.
Categories:
mantles, beautiful, beauty, flower, rose,
Form:
Couplet
I was the child
that made you old,
I was also the girl
that couldn't be told
I was a rogue wave
and couldnt
see 'now,'
that was I
cherished
I'll never know how
when you went
away
without word or a
sigh,
I was forever bereft
we didn't get a
goodbye
over time I've
painted
my pictures in
words,
I cried out my heart
in the differing
verbs
I wish I could
harness
and saddle a star
and fly to your side
but your so very far
I dream
conversations
in the depths of
the night,
some seem so real
that we start to
fight
but as in the
wonder
that walked this
earth,
forgiveness was
quick
from the time of
my birth
on a stone tablet
that I've hung on
my heart
I etch in your name
each time it
crumbles apart
of the,
four thousand
eight hundred
and fifty three
days,
I cannot count
every tear
I've shed as I
swayed
now I celebrate the
life
you lived without
fear,
as I smooth out
this page
I feel a presense is
near
I am writing a
canto
that goes on for
miles
I wish you could
read it
its for you with a
smile
I write in your
name
life wasnt for
naught,
in mantles of
flames
your spirit is caught
burning through
history
your memory shall
shine,
I am the poetess
writing a shrine
for a mother who
never
ever, gave up on
me
I will bleed every
word
till my veins have
run free
Categories:
mantles, loss, love, mother daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Breathe for all that you choose to cease
taking gentle steps gliding across the mantles of degrees
created potion mixed in the motion, administered vial of bewitching
unwithheld acrobatics performed, in the grind of ores desired smelting
A royal scene to which there is pleasure upon measurement
to be kept locked away, a buried treasure added settlement
released only to follow, a raging bull galloping
entering forces of which forces are handling
Capturing the deeps stare, look in her eyes
keep your Solitude don't you dare reply
sailing across a sea of greed, to n' fro windward
captivating scenes, effectuate depths within molds inward
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and lays you in her caves, all drenched with gold
don't ask her any questions and you don't dare stare breathe
You just follow her as her prisoner, til which she is pleased
Categories:
mantles, conflict, deep, desire, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
Americans love the day of Easter for all its pageantry
the Sunday outfits, the fancy hats and the chocolate candy
but Christians love Easter for what it truly represents
it's the Resurrection day of Jesus the Christ our salvation present
it's a time to reap the benefits for the victory we won
when high on a cross at Mt. Calvary a sacrifice was done
yet many forget the significance of the Sunday of the Palms
when on an untamed colt Jesus the Christ rode in on
humbly riding on the back of a service domestic beast
He came to serve, support and sacrifice for the least
God had need of that donkey at that appointed hour
like He has need of each of us to be the manifestation of His power
God will use anything when it comes to achieving His goals
be it a person, place or thing it's He who is in control
to serve God's purpose that is our true mission in life
to do whatever He requires of us in the name of Jesus the Christ
but more often than not we're tied up with earthly things
but God will find the means to cut away those binding strings
God will send something or someone to help you break free
just have the spirit of discernment that it's not coming from the Adversary
now those who witnessed Jesus' triumphant display
laid clothing and leaves of palm on the ground to pave His way
crying Hosanna to the highest blessed is He
the Son of Man who came to give us life abundantly
stripping off their mantles and cloaks of society
laying bare their faith for all the world to see
trusting and receiving
in the Messiah they're believing
crying Hosanna, Hosanna blessed is He
the Prince of Peace who came to serve and save you and me
Categories:
mantles, devotion, faith, holiday, hope,
Form:
Epic