Best Many Poems
Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange
Life begins every day when the sun arises
Mixed with the fire's toast
drinking of daylight
Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky
And you will never feel disappointed
To be born again off you
with the sun setting
Dipping down golden over mountains
Like a soul lost awaiting to be found
A slim narrow smile pearly shines
Awaiting with anticipation
Night closing in as twilight holds a dream
The master's at work
the divinity of a deity
Whispers of a breeze through fir trees
Rusting branches sway dancing freely
Surely created a deep impression inside me
Life begins every day
when the sun takes center stage
A sharp cutting breath hits home
Diamond cutting thoughts invade
Sailing away into another world
The moon and the stars come out in full force
Sharing a daydream as the night closes in
Your eyes carry the sun peaking through the clouds
Destiny living and breathing the same air
Until bliss becomes your daily drink
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem
Your willing lips encased entwined with mine
The taste as soft as the morning cast dew,
Emerald eyes the clarity of wine
Brings to mind the wondrous Castle to view.
Your voice as sweet as Thrush in harmony
A chorus awakened to the sunlight,
Penetration of love in litany
In deep alliteration morn till night.
Embraced in shackled touch with bonds thus bind
Oh I will of words pen of this love found,
You took a sad heart upon like did find
Staid the exterior yet ardour sound.
Your love's reflection my happiest days
This need to tell you in so many ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,
hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,
up in that old basswood tree out back
Splish splash splish
sounds of the sprinkler
water the now lush green grass
smells of freshly popped popcorn
fragrantly blow in the warm west wind
reminding me that today is the farmer's market.
I head on over and I'm instantly overwhelmed
by vibrant deep red vine-ripe tomatoes
an abundance of yellow and white bi-color corn
bright bushels of green sweet peepers,
(I'm definitely stuffing some tonight).
there are dark purple plums
Macintosh and Granny Smith apples
and my favorite,
delicious, mouth watering, succulent peaches.
That's when I see her
her long dark hazel hair
brushing her exposed smooth shoulder
standing right there
picking out that perfect peach
I sidle up and ask her how she knows
how she knows which one is ripe
she grabs my hand ( I nearly faint)
and shows me how to grip one
squeezing just right
not too soft
not to tight
flirting and exploring
laughing and enjoying
the first of many smiles
lasting throughout that night
~
A sky of many colors
comes to greet me on this day
Awash of nature’s palette
is my early dawn display
The heavens form a canvas
as the brushstrokes create art
Along a clear horizon
when the morning comes to start
Pastel painted swirls
gather for the eye to see
If only you could be right here
and share this sight with me
~
I know what you are thinking, just another dumb
sunrise poem from Chris’ pen.
But, if you could see what I see out of my
office window most mornings,
you would understand
I'm feeling lonely and blue, thinking of you
Trying to figure out what I need to do
to reconnect. I'm not sure what went wrong
but we haven't been together for far too long.
Distance has kept us so many miles apart
and it's caused an ache in my heart.
Lately, fond thoughts of you cross my mind.
Friendships like ours are difficult to find.
I'm sitting here, wondering if you
might be feeling this loneliness, too.
Let's get together sometime soon, my friend
and reminisce about us over a long weekend.
* Thank you, Danny Turner for offering me your lovely lines
as a foundation for our collaboration. Hugs, dear friend.
Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange
Life begins every day when the sun arises
Mixed with the fire's toast
drinking of daylight
Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky
And you will never feel disappointed
To be born again off you
with the sun setting
Dipping down golden over mountains
Like a soul lost awaiting to be found
A slim narrow smile pearly shines
Awaiting with anticipation
Night closing in as twilight holds a dream
The master's at work
the divinity of a deity
Whispers of a breeze through fir trees
Rusting branches sway dancing freely
Surely created a deep impression inside me
Life begins every day
when the sun takes center stage
A sharp cutting breath hits home
Diamond cutting thoughts invade
Sailing away into another world
The moon and the stars come out in full force
Sharing a daydream as the night closes in
Your eyes carry the sun peaking through the clouds
Destiny living and breathing the same air
Until bliss becomes your daily drink
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 18.10.2015
How many times can you express friendship and support
Only to realize these feelings will never be returned
How many times can you fool yourself
Saying, "This is okay; nothing was promised"
How many times can you pick yourself up
Pretend it doesn't hurt; act like all is fine
How many times do you have to swallow your pride
After giving all you had to offer
How many times will you go through charades
When there is no hope to build upon
How many times can you knock yourself out
Hoping your futile efforts will be appreciated
How many times will you have to learn lessons the hard way
Without losing the happy spirit that has carried you through trying times
How many times can you feel like you still have self worth
When these false feelings are always proven wrong
Is this all there is to life
Then send in the clowns; I should be part of their act
It’s said that only the good die young.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost?
We cannot know the good they would have done.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
They lie in cold hard graves beneath our sun.
If only they had been allowed to bloom.
We cannot know the good they would have done.
How swiftly do they sometimes meet their doom.
And all their loved ones have to show is grief.
If only they had been allowed to bloom!
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf!
What utter waste! They had so much to give,
and all their loved ones have to show is grief.
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf.
It’s said that only the good die young.
What utter waste; they had so much to give!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
Written 5/27/2013
There were so many books at Barnes and Noble’s
That I wanted to buy but I wasn’t able
Up at the counter with my chin in my hand
I said to the sales clerk… I have another plan
At my low bank balance I did curse
As I put my wallet back in my purse
I pulled out my phone and I began to type
Amazon.com, open morning and night
I entered the ISBN number
Of the books I had found
And quickly my frown
Was upside down
For there on my phone
Was each book I was seeking
At a lower price
And with free shipping
I clicked and I scrolled filling my cart
With Barnes and Nobel’s heavy on my heart
There is much to be said for a book held in hand
And my first choice is a bookstore to find what I can
But as money is the king of the land
I must cut costs wherever I can
Thanks Barnes and Noble’s, mortar and stone,
But I must go with the prices found on my phone
Going home after forty years
I came back to conquer my fears
Brush with the law forced me to go
Many, many long years ago.
The old homestead no longer stood
With its old porch of sun bleached wood
My folks had died, I got to know
Many, many long years ago.
Met with friends , they too had got old
Drank some beers, old stories were told
We'd built a dam, stopped rivers flow
Many, many long years ago.
Was going home a big mistake?
Had to know, a chance I did take
Demons gone , wasn't always so
Many, many long years ago.
Written 15th July 2019.
Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
the things you both see
you all see
is merely a continuity safeguard
one of the laws written in to prevent chaos
we can't have multiple lifeforms occupying the same space all seeing and experiencing something different
it just wouldn't work
so we've set impulses to align where and whenever possible
sure as hell easier when you lot are on your own
takes a heap of pressure off the system
that way we suspend everyone else
they're not needed
you don't surely think they're individually living do you
no, just on hold, paused
until you're no longer on your own
then we have our work cut out again
and many coffees go cold
Adrift in sweet reverie while composing my journal
I sense myself wandering streets in solemn austerity
'Tis such a blunt shift from my usual musings nocturnal
To what do I owe this odd disturbing disparity?
In this vision I plod narrow alleys austere
A familiar dream within I-him I'm now aware
Presently it has become abundantly clear
We are one, he and I, as our souls we bare
In a flash the scene shifts to daybreak vernal and bright
In calm balmy bliss on guitar Bassa nova I-he strum
Dark angry clouds lift, azure clouds gleam bright
from whence have these diverse me phantoms come?
With a will I submit to my encyclopedia self
as inner projection reveals the multitudes I contain
Much more engaging than the one-I volume gathering dust on the shelf
My enigmatic space-time selves shall always remain
Teapots that whistle on chilled Winter morns
Calling the day to begin as it scorns
Wake up you sleepy head, make room for love
Walking to work as the sun shines above
Thinking of happy and thinking of you
I think I’ll paint it and skies will be blue
Tipping my hat to the songbird that sings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Hot dogs with mustard and friends who stand by
Watching new parents with babies that cry
Stoplights that muster the traffic that flows
Bakeries that summon to follow my nose
Dinners with Mama, then home to my pet
Help me remember and never forget
Life is a blessing though sometimes a pain
Just like a flower, we sometimes need rain
Cuddles and kisses and good books to read
Pillows for dreaming, ideas that are freed
Grateful for love and the goodness it brings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Maybe there's a multiverse.
I'm hoping that it's true.
Many other worlds out there
in which I'm loving you.
O' The Many Things Brighter Stars Have Seen
O' the many things brighter stars have seen
through the long ages of our hopes and regrets
lives, loves, losses, and all the in between
all of the all, humanity begets!
O' the sights, lovers basking in moon light
sweet memories that one may think divine
under star-lite gaze, its Heavenly sight
dearest kisses, signaling all is fine.
O' the grace felt in soft, gentle night's breeze
its healing power to heart touch and save
begs romance that sings, blossoms into ease
passion's truth, serenity's path it paves.
O' that life would bring its happiness true
With smallest of hope within me or you.
Robert J. Lindley, 4- 23-2019
Sonnet
Note: This new sonnet born from first stanza comment made on
my having read both Nina's blog titled, What Rhymes
2: Cross-Border Disorder and then my immediate reading of
M.L. Kiser's new poem, titled, "Stars Above".
I got started writing and I simply could not stop.....
Dedicated to you my friends , Nina Parmenter and M.L. Kiser
because your words given and sweet verses inspired
the creation of this piece.