Best Mayhaps Poems
I see you
Do you see me peeking at you
From behind the rose bush?
Look at your lovely hair - a tousled mess
Those eyes, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight
I pull on your apron strings
Perchance a small smile
Oh no! Not a frown from you
I see you
Did you know that I was watching you
When you were busy making chocolate cake?
Just look at your sweet face
Flour on your nose and cheek
I squeeze your arm tightly
Mayhaps I get the spoon
Thank you for keeping me close
I see you
You don't know that I am looking at you
Wrapped up in your blanket
So cozy and warm - a quiet nod
A peaceful time for you
Can hardly wait for you to waken
I'll find a hiding place
So I can watch again
Categories:
mayhaps, happiness, love, mom, peace,
Form:
Free verse
There is a hill of grass and fern
I walked it as a boy and still,
Those well worn tracks that twist and turn
Impart to me that childhood thrill.
In amongst the fern, the sheep
Spend the day neath sunlit skies,
They graze away, or mayhaps sleep
Ignoring me, as I pass by.
Effortless it is not,
Yet worthy aye, the time.
Think not only of the top,
The joy is in the climb.
Categories:
mayhaps, joy, mountains, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
" Pirate's Kids "
Pirates bein' such the noisy bunch~
'Twouldn't surprise me 'twere true my hunch~
Bein' o'course all Pirates once were kids~
So oft then were findin' better use fer fids~
Linin' ship's decks in such orderly a fashion~
Pots pans & buckets a'taken from the galley~
Kids o'those ships with fids would be thrashin'~
On these collections known then as trap alley~
Now in this day of technology supreme~
Kids o'the kids o'those kids are still seen~
Their decks may be a'ship or even in house~
Yet that fearsome noise still does all crew arouse~
Me now havin' found a great collection of traps~
Does so now imagine if'n a special kid mayhaps~
Who's a kid o'some sailor & so inclined to make noise~
Would he I wonder in such play find his joys~
Black as pearls Polynesian & of Pacific so deep~
'Tis now the color of these traps I then so do speak~
Aye's though a question must be mayhap set aside~
'Til a time when stars apart do no longer collide~
SeaWolf
©
Categories:
mayhaps, childhood
Form:
Rhyme
Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who its owners might have been!
Lewis and Clark may have used it in their daring odyssey,
To carry out Jefferson's dream and quest for Manifest Destiny!
Could it have been shouldered by Dan'l Boone, that hardy pioneer,
In his exploration of Kentucky to expand the western frontier?
Could it have reposed above the hearth of a humble cabin abode,
Ever ready to keep at bay whatever peril may have bode?
I'm sure it was used by a father with all his skill and ardor,
To provide provender for his family's ever scanty larder!
Perhaps it was fired by a Yank or Reb clashing upon the field of strife,
Brother against brother, bent on sending the other to eternal life!
Mayhaps a grizzled mountain man of the Rocky Mountain west,
Toted it in his quest for beaver fur of which he was obsessed!
Maybe it was aboard a Conestoga wagon pulled by plodding teams,
And carried by a man heading west to fulfill his family's dreams!
I suppose I could attach to it any fanciful tale I might choose,
But about its ancient and mysterious past I much prefer to muse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
mayhaps, historymay, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
Categories:
mayhaps, anniversary, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Trochaic Pentameter
Janus, Roman gate god, welcomes new year.
Looking both directions, backward, forward,
he doth see past time, your future's quite clear.
Whether times will be good, mayhaps froward,
guardsman know if you are brave or coward.
Celebrate this new beginning, make cheer,
take year by the throat, remember - no fear!
Categories:
mayhaps, january,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Categories:
mayhaps, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
We are capable of so much more, is it not time for us to soar? New times ahead, we must look up high, and question ‘is our limit the sky?’
To stare at a glistening shimmer, refracting light like a mirror to turn our perceptions inner, and stop things getting dimmer. Look past the face to find a whole new space, beyond vanity, shame or disgrace, a cosmic reflection of all that you are, the truth we are made by dust from stars.
Not random and meaningless or without purpose, a frantic free-for-all, some chaotic circus, but serene and holy, divine and sacred, something special with intent un-wasted. As we progress to see a new dawn of time, self-loathing should become a crime, bowing a sin and judgement a taboo, if I had my way it’d be mandatory Kung Fu!
We are better than this, and that’s a fact, let’s let bygones be bygones and drop the act. We must evolve as nature intended, mayhaps we can become ascended? Onward with confidence we reach the heights of the spirit, to look back and see when we loved, that we meant it.
I think it’s time to put on a show, show how far humanity can go, back to the source we’ll never know, unless we decide it’s time to grow.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
mayhaps, change, courage, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
HOMOPHONE RHYME STYLE TRIAL
In shining armor I am here, YES, your hero knight
Rushing to your rescue anon, day or night
With my mighty steed, Henry, I’ll come crash down the gate
Watch it when you mount him, he’s got a funny gait
I’ll save you from the tower living on a tiny little cot
Jump into my arms and I by my troth you will be caught
I know last time I tried to catch you I may have missed
But alas, it was so foggy, I could not see past the mist
I’ll do better next time, or mayhaps I’ll bring a ladder
You can trust the former, even if you choose the latter
You needn’t be so offended to make me and Henry wait
I only asked for his sake if you’d gained a little weight
I snuck past enemy lines to find you, slid down the castle chute
Sorry if I got a little nervous when the guards began to shoot
It was only a potato gun, I still should not have ducked
Or pushed you backwards onto Henry waiting underneath the duct
I’ll free you always, whether from monsters or an evil reign
As long as it’s nice weather, Henry doesn’t like the rain
That dragon doesn’t stand a chance, through the air I flew
Well, I was going to… but I threw up, I had the flu
I was going to bellow, “Beshrew thee!” but my voice was a bit hoarse
I really am Prince Charming, just with a temperamental horse
My apologies he ate your hair, he thought it was hay in your braid
It’s possible he’s an ass, as nay, he doesn’t neigh, but hey, he brayed?
Categories:
mayhaps, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
What's a matta Rick?
Get tired or sick
Bored of your board?
The chore you adored
Now left for a ghost
No more here to post
Left for all but dead
Did you lose your head?
Did ya fugeddaboutit?
can't get a "roundtuit?"
Left it high
Left it dry
Go outta your mind?
Get lost in time?
On to greener pastures
Where the flora and fauna grow faster
"The grass isn't always greener
Where the septic tank is cleaner..."
A bit of advice amorphous
From the wise old Greek, Erroneous
Mayhaps thou art a lurkin'
Packin' prose perniciously perkin'
Mr. Robot's radar is workin'
Are you in a gerkin?
Didst thou lose thy quill of tales?
Choo Choo train gone off its rails?
Tall ship lost its sails?
Out huntin' great white whales?
Not a victim of skull-duggery?
Or engaged in some fool-buggery?
Anon, get thee to a nunnery!
I but jest, a bit of funnery!
If you're hangin' with the fairies
Ya best have a care, be wary
They're a tricky little kind
They'll mess with your mind
And before ya even know it
You're a mad mushroom poet...
Categories:
mayhaps, allegory, allusion, analogy, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you want me to leave you without tears?
Can I part, my beloved, without grief?
But separation drives shaft deep that sears
Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief.
Remembrance steals its way in like a thief.
Your sweet embrace is memory, yet there’s fears.
Adieu forever line is my belief;
Do you want me to leave you without tears?
For she does play the harlot sweet one hears,
And I do suffer having no relief,
Though sneering rogues give me now mocking jeers
Can I part, my beloved, without grief?
Such maledictions’ a fast turning leaf,
In life’s book warning me of sharpened spears
That try to pierce this hooded cloak all lief
But separation drives shaft deep that sears.
Her indiscretions cry to my sad ears,
A life of disharmonic notes motif.
Salacious living style that nay endears;
Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief.
Can I but take a something stellar chief
Her garter mayhaps mine to keep through years
Much better yea than countess’ lace kerchief
With wise wish my hurt brain now surely cheers
Do you want me.
Categories:
mayhaps, grief,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
I wandered down the forest way
out into clearing bright
flowers wild in breezes sway
burnished in the noon day light
drowsy from the heat I stray
beneath a drooping limb
above I hear a scolding jay
as weary eyes go dim
I fell into a heavy trance
astrally I seemed to rise
Is this a vision quest perchance?
or just a heavy mid-day meal (that's how I'd surmise!)
but wafting up the path toward
a giant hivelike pod of black
from its gaping maw a torrent poured
and casts me rough upon my back
stunned I stared up to the sky
and felt a creature on my chest
scuttled up and stared into my eye
a strange chimera queerly dressed
bulbous eyes, antennae whipped
abdomen striped black and yellow
with a stinger poisoned dipp'd
a hellish looking fearful fellow!
aghast was I when first he spoke
and gathered 'round me all the clan
for in a woman's voice it spoke (Oh! She's not a bloke!)
"we've come to warn you, son of man!
for centuries we've toiled afield
from blossoms taken nectar’s drop
so all of men enjoy our yield
and harvest fruitful crop
but soon, so soon the season nears
for all my children here to swarm
so from the feast come famine years
forgetting summers bright and warm
we are the few, the last breath of our kind
and must needs take to flight
and to shortsighted men so blind
we grieve at future's blight
so to you who lay there struck so dumb
we offer this lucid trance
that mayhaps it's just a world grown numb
and can be saved (perchance)"
and all at once they're gone
and snapping to my feet
I see I'd slept through night to dawn
and sweating in a sultry heat
rushing home through lea and vale
I stop all the workers in the grove
gather round to tell my tale
of the future's thread we wove
and as I spoke I swear on high
a honeybee flew near
with knowing eyes and a grateful sigh
she and her sisters lingered here...
Categories:
mayhaps, environment, hope,
Form:
Quatrain
Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night
Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight
In the bright of the light I saw vast more than one
Nary my delight when their numbers sent me shook to stun
Pondered to run but when said and done everyone knows
That you don’t mess around with a murder of crows.
I thought mayhaps I’ve had my fill of bad omen
But my foes superior cousin flew down more than ten
Yet again I comprehend they represent a prophecy
Not sure what this vocal unkindness has to do with me
Still I see the knowledge be in my mind where it’s graven
There is no safe haven, in a conspiracy of ravens.
Swiftly I flee afore a new plague rains down
The worst was yet to arrive to this cursed, sleepy town
I frown to find myself betwixt these predators absurd
My own personal horror movie version of the birds
Swooping and warbling, they sculp a shadow in the skies
Really just a nuisance… a gulp of magpies. :S
For the Magpies that have invaded my backyard tree....
You've won this time........
July 7, 2022
Categories:
mayhaps, animal, bird, funny, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Sitting idle on a cooler afternoon
A window seat’d forest view
Spotted sunlight through the changing leaves
Entranced me, a waking vision’s swoon,
My life, time lapsed, on the dirty glaze,
Was a B-movie, rated yawn,
Just an endless melted reel,
Wasted moments, missing days,
Flying by, a startled dove,
Risen from a hawkers creel,
Shivered heart, stunted soul,
Oil slick on my sea of love,
Mayhaps a higher truth will tell,
If any good came of my time,
But as I rouse from my cramping trance,
My self inducing dose of hell,
I sit on the fulcrum, a well worn fence,
And think about roads ahead,
Only I can determine which far off shore,
The boatman had carried me whence,
But I’ll be damned if I can keep it straight,
With so much whiskey on the lips,
Roll the dice, I’ve seen enough,
I’ll ride singing through that black gate!
Categories:
mayhaps, addiction, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Expectant feel
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal
“gainst words held tight
Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear
Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words
In callous crush
Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear
Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparce…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped
Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?
Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That cradles our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep
Categories:
mayhaps, imagination, introspection, mystery, words,
Form:
Rhyme