Best March Poems
One leaf fell from a tall, tall tree
and subtly kissed gnarled roots beneath;
a lover’s kiss below sunned-sheath
of greenest leaves, a jubilee.
One spiraling leaf brought playful mirth
to sullen earth of trodden dirt.
A flight of hopeful shades of spring,
for hard, hard ground, an offering
One leaf dressed in a sparkling jade
glided with grace to green grass blades
and rested near a bubbling brook,
then waited for warm breeze that shook
its flirty skirt on green, green glade.
An arc of bright green canopy
warmed my heart in bluest mood,
and one leaf blew a kiss from you.
It twirled and pranced and floated by,
then with a touch it came to lie
green in my hand, a dear surprise.
Like emerald hills of Irish tales,
I marveled at how one leaf sailed
green In my hand that blue, blue day,
a kiss from you on Patty’s Day -
The gray clouds parted shining green,
a beauty like I’d never seen.
for Francine's Show Me the Green Contest, 3/18/15
Infinite Loves Pi
Circling souls, forever one,
Decimal twirls, a spiral kiss
Endless loop, hearts entwined
Burning bright, love's endless climb.
I’ve received an incredible gift
It has given my heart such a lift
But the date that I see
Is what now concerns me –
It’s the date I no longer exist!!!
Today I was gifted a 'lifetime' premium membership but it is somewhat disconcerting to see it ends on 3/20/2077. I hope TPS aren't psychic!!!!
My mother's great great aunt lived to 111 and 121 days and was in the Guinness book of records - I hope I am around a long long time to make full use of this incredible gift.
14th October 2016
The newborn wolves, March babies, cannot see.
They need their mothers, like all creatures do.
In just two weeks, they crawl; then wondrously,
they view their world through open eyes of blue.
A few days pass; and it’s not too long when
they stand and walk; they whimper and they yelp,
then learn to fight while playing in their den,
but in the meantime, they will still need help.
Fed by their pack, the grey wolf pups get strong.
With family, they’ll never be alone.
The months go by so fast. It won’t be long
before the winter when they'll be full grown.
When new March babies come, they’ll do their part,
for in the pack, the grey wolf shows his heart.
Written 3/28/2015 for shadow Hamilton's Canis Lupus the Wolf Contest
How far can you fall and get back up
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand
To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow
A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint
Smoke your waves
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense
I’ll send
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply
If love
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again
You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den
You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply
"our songs for sale"
Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Upon a misty rainbow arch
Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To pollinate with pixie dust
Where thawing rivers stir and flow
As lilac icicles are made
And shamrocks grow through thinning snow
Where icy glories drifting, fade
The sculptured swords of silver kings
Melting in shades of pine and jade
Where branches bend in turquoise rings
Caught in between winter and spring.
3/6/21
SEBASTIAN BECK
The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check
Didn't notice it had snapped
Below all the crowd clapped
But in mid-flight he fell breaking his neck...
SIR NICHOLAS
The trophy hunter Sir Nicholas Hyde
Because of him many animals died
One day his gun jammed
He said I'll be damned
Last seen running for his life from a pride...
CHRISTOPHER SNODGRASS
A mean joker called Christopher Snodgrass
Liked to play jokes on his friends that were crass
They agreed revenge was due
On his toilet seat smeared glue
When he stood it took the skin off his a.s.s...
OLD SPARKY
A sadistic killer called Billy T. Clair
As a trophy cut off his victims hair
But one did not die
Vowed she'd see him fry
She got her wish when he went to the chair...
STALE AIR
Between floors at the gallery of art
A lift got stuck and the doors wouldn't part
The air was rancid as hell
And the trapped folk smelt a smell
Someone discreetly had let off a fart...
Written 1st March 2020.
It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless.
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispered by every now and again
Just opposite the tree line
Behind my abode.
Parking lot and street lights
Kept their nightly vigil assuring
Safe passage to all who crossed
Beneath their path.
Late night flights flashed their lights
As they begin final approach
Like a beacon in the midnight sky.
Randomly lit windows throughout
The complex buildings keep
Night owls company as
Hours grow later.
I smile as I bask in
The night’s symphony
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispering every now and again.
Hearing only my footsteps as they
Echo between the walls
The creaking of my door brings
A rush of welcomed heat
As it lovingly hugs me
And I lock my door.
In a final sigh of relaxation
I kick off my shoes and retreat
Back to my nightly comfort zone
My couch, my drink and my pen
On this cold and brisk poetic night.
3/2/20
Blue sky turning cobalt
Black cloak in the wind
A skeletal shape
Looking for the innocents sins
Ravens above
In frantic flight
Their master they chase
Decrepit delight
Scythe in swipe
Cutting and swathing
All before him
Bloodied craving
The sands of time
Around his waist
In timely pursuit
His deathly taste
Don't fear the Reaper
For the innocents with no sins
Will rise in their might
And the cleansing begins
The previously fallen
Apparition wraith
Unification of right
As they follow their faith
Cobalt to sky blue
The heavens lights in shine
Don't fear the Reaper
Follow the divine
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
This brutal March wind
that bellows and bullies
tearing through trees,
and assaulting roofs
as it pounds against
my window’s glass
and rips away expectations
of long awaited spring
Even as it brings frozen drops
and sputters of snow
pushing trash cans
scattering life’s remnants
though I am forced to
hide under woolen blankets
and stir the coals
of hickory logs
I bow to its greatness
and behold the beauty
of its power
Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012
Listen to nurse's report including the news
that Joe and Wilma like each other.
Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
(Hip not broken yet.)
Answer Wanda's light to calm her justified paranoia
because she knows that she is somewhere other
than her home but just can't figure out where that is.
Answer Jeremy's light to help him sip his water
while he giggles at his favorite T.V. show.
Accept his thanks and feel your heart break again to see a
45 year old man who can no longer control his limbs be so
appreciative of such a small act of kindness...big act of kindness.
Check on Jack even though he doesn't turn on his light
because you hear suspicious noises coming from his room.
Help Jack to bed after you find him swatting an
imaginary fly with an imaginary fly swatter.
Try to re-position Emma so that she is comfortable
even though her limbs are fetal-position frozen.
Kindly lie to yourself about her comfort so that you can
control your guilt when leaving the room.
Go into Jackie's room when she starts her usual screaming
that "she doesn't want to be here, and her family hates her
and that's why she's here."
Kindly lie to her and control your shame because you know that
what she is saying probably is true.
Answer ex-model Mabel's light and listen to her story about
how she could have married Groucho Marx, but that she married
her true-love instead.
Feel a sense of sad pride when Anna proudly explains to you
how she keeps track of her day by tracking her activities as she
would have for patients when she was a nurse.
Keep taking care of and giving these people (not patients)
love every chance that you get.
Gail's notes: Portrait of Joe and Wanda is the sequel to this. To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
Sunny today
but Oh what a chill
The wind inhales and exhales
the trees bend on the hill
Winnie the Poohs Blustery Day
just cannot compete
In like a lion and out like a lamb
I am so tired of paying for heat
I long for crocuses, tulips and green
it seems like ages since they have been seen
The 'Undred an' Fifth is the greatest o' Britain,
They charge like the Royal Marines;
They'll shatter the shock, and they'll 'old like a rock,
On nothin' but pork leg an' beans.
They march by the mile, an' they step 'er in style;
At 'ome by the land 'r the sea.
They'll fight like a lion, an' die for the tryin',
For nothin' save crackers an' tea.
Aye! the 'Undred an' Fifth is the best in the land;
They 'ave trampled the gates o' Chardaux.
Brave for the fight, they 'll sail to the sand,
An' they'll march till they meet wi' the foe!
The 'Undred an' Fifth, yes the best o' the best;
They 'ud conquer the ends o' the world.
Not taking a rest, they are game for the test,
Till the Jack o' the Brits is unfurled.
The 'Undred an' Fifth is the greatest forever;
They'll cross any line in the sand.
When others 'ave failed, an' the reg'lars 'ave bailed,
Then the Fifth o' the 'Undreds 'll stand!
They stand in a rank, an' they march in a file,
They 'ark to an ol' rusty sot:
They serve for the Queen, as they camp o'er the mile;
They're the greatest that Britain 'as got!
~ Inspired by Kipling's "Soldier an' Sailor Too".
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