Best Maypole Poems
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber.
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbows pleat dance, no clouds encumber
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay.
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May!
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May.
Life's colors flow from gold to umber.
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer!
And shall I join wind’s lively number
or watch bright ribbons twist and play?
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May!
written 2/5/15
LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE
Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors,
they speak slowly about life in quite a number. . .
Sturdy wooden pole standing high and tall
is like a man endowed with wit and strength
The lengthy colored ribbons children install
are the shifting, rolling faces of life's events
Black as night sometimes dawn in life,
one maybe blue but not long, instead
do stand and chase rainbows on green belt bend.
Being a tickled pink to explore, never strife!
See, how the color red blush as it dance in the wind
so must we as we share love along kinship line
we aren't all born with a green finger
yet, each kindness touch, grin lingers!
Shed that yellow-bellied skin
to mingle without any charign.
Our life is given by God in silver plate.
Hence, let our daily goal be a red-letter day!
If we do, earth and sky may wed of rapport
like the ribbons together pulled and blend
by hands of dancing children that mend...
Raising the Maypole aloft with ribbon pour
so is a lived life despite black and blues decor.
As the threads slide smoothly in span of minutes
we, humans, must climb to reach our full limits.
The intertwining colors that fused, all roar
salad differences of man can be sorted, united to be one.
Screaming colors tickle lowly spirits' to fire
daring man to live before his body will retire. . .
Living life to the fullest before each setting sun!
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©O.E. Guillermo
11:23 pm-- February 02, 2015
Sponsor: Seren Roberts
Contest Name: Life is like a Maypole
Placed 1st
The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many twists and turns
No day is ever the same - it can be a smooth or a bumpy ride
Thankfully we don’t know how and when it will end
We can wake up feeling sad and blue
Feel down and depressed on a grey day
If we are jealous we can be green with envy
Be described as yellow if we act with cowardice
See red when we are angry
Feel tickled pink or be in the pink when we are happy
Fall into a dark black mood
See everything in black and white
Say someone has a heart of gold
Look to the sky seek a cloud with a silver lining
We need to hang on to precious golden memories
None of us knows what fate has in store for us
May the colourful ribbons in our life be intertwined
The good days out-numbering the bad
Lots of happy colourful ones rather than sad
01~30~15
Contest: Life is like a Maypole – Seren Roberts
~awarded 2nd place~
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
where schemes we might plan can get tangled with dreams
The things I had dreamed of, to better my life,
would often get tangled, with wrong versus right
Some streams of the ribbons, were shadowed with doubt
The world was an ocean, where waves swept me out
Like a sea washing up, at the base of a cliff
I could feel all the breezes, and the winds of "what if"...
Some places I longed for, were mere glimpses of light
Some I still hope for, and pray for at night
Some I could reach, and some I would fight
Then, struggle to swim, against tides of requite
Some ribbons cascade with the hopes I beget
Some hanging limp with the mist of regret
Yet...my life has been woven with green grass and flowers
Where the sun kept me warm, to spend happy hours
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
My life as a maypole, is an unending game
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1/3/15
For Contest "Life is Like A Maypole" sponsored by Seren Roberts
The land shrugs off the chill of winter
And emerges into spring’s full beauty.
The things barren bloom hereafter.
People remember me as an icon of vitality
I am erected and decorated with ribbons,
People dance winding ribbons around the spire.
The young couples dancing around me
Get licensed to “go into the green” together
Dance and song is weaving of life’s energies.
I am a phallic symbol signifying fertility while
Wreaths and baskets represent the female.
Thus celebrating sexuality and life
Before the Horned God or the Greek God Pan.
Some connect me to the worship of Maia,
The presiding Goddess of the month May.
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February 3, 2015
Form : Free Verse
From a roulette of colored bands,
sewn by the pole of Maytime’s cheer
round and round, we dance lively swirls
encircling the gilded carousels.
Floats of laughter merrily wafts
as jiggling arms offer Spring’s pleasure,
through music warmed by folks beaming
under one sun, we form a ring.
And bouncy the prance, left to right
each cluster of hands on dressed bows
where hearts blend from a season’s glee,
to reap life’s gift of harmony!
Seren Roberts' Life Is Like A Maypole Contest
1/31/2015
in, out ribbons held
around and round the Maypole
building as they go
around, around in and out
weaving patterns in their dance
in, out, days of life
round and around through the years
building as we go
around, around in and out
weaving patterns of our life
over under- braid
we weave our days one by one
layers make them strong
the beauty of our patterns
deepen as our years go by
in, out, days of life
round and around through the years
building as we go
over under in and out
weaving patterns of our life
The dancers weave, their threads are wound;
some gold, some red, some darkest brown.
Their cords (our lives) spun to the sound
of Mother Earth changing her gown.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown;
the ribbons pull us round and round
as Mother Earth changes her gown.
Fine patterns form, colors compound.
The ribbons pull us round and round
while time keeps counting swiftly down.
Fine patterns form, colors compound;
life's tapestry can then be found.
While time keeps counting swiftly down,
the dancers weave, their threads are wound.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown,
in Mother Earth's most changing gown.
The web of life, so beautifully woven
by ribbon paths of which we've chosen.
The colors, then so stunningly enhanced
when we answer the call to join the dance.
Each part important in the grander scheme;
a miss step could crush others dreams.
In dance we cross the paths of others,
becoming friends, or fathers and mothers.
Round and round, the cycle made whole.
In many ways, life is like a Maypole.
01/16/15
Contest: Life is like a Maypole
Sponsor: Seren Roberts
Grab a hold and take a spin
You destiny shall begin
Hang on tight
With all your might
You’ll want to reach
The very end
Pick any color you desire
Red, yellow, pink or even saffire
The pink ribbon sends you flying high
The blue and yellow can’t touch the sky
The dance will begin
And as you spin
Your color will entwine
With other colors of your life to make it so devine.
You will laugh and spin
And do it again
You will fall and cry
And wonder why
Your life is like a maypole
A dance with colors of the sky
This wonderful dance of colors
Entwined with all the others
Is a journey that you must begin
Until you reach the very end
02/08/2015
Life Is Like A Maypole.
In our spring, we are born;
our dance begins as inter-woven events
and experiences build our future.
Blood-red trauma,
wraps itself around our happiest moments…
it never wins.
Always uplifted by orange-joys,
winding ribbons, we heal a bit.
Intermingling emotions are etheric ribbons;
round and round, they twine.
Once we are completely enveloped;
developed by life’s dance;
the grey’s of middle-age decline,
begins to unravel;
reversing our celebration until,
death’s icy grip ads its finishing touch.
A soul is born; in growing,
learns and passes into another existence…
re-incarnating for another dance.
Entered contest: Life Is Like A Maypole
Sponsored by: Seren Roberts
1-19-15
Life is colorful,
Bright, vibrant and always fun
For children and fools.
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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
in our backyard to celebrate the arrival of spring;
it was quite wonderful and fantastic,
a delightful memory to remember . . .
it consisted of a tall pole and rolls and rolls of ribbons,
all in different pastel hues of pink, yellow, green and blue;
the pole itself covered with greenery and flowers,
my parents worked on it for days and days . . .
we children came up with costumes,
some so weird and humorous that we all laughed at each other;
father played music on an old record player and mother sang,
in a high pitched voice and clapped her hands to the beat . . .
and us, the children skipped around the pole,
sometimes waltzing, sometimes doing a jig of sorts;
each holding a ribbon while chanting,
"go over it, go under it, go over it go under it . . . "
and all the time trying not to get tangled up in the ribbons,
or knocking into each other;
making us laugh out loudly,
now the laughter has faded but that memory will linger forever;
and to me all those different coloured ribbons,
represent,
family, friends, happiness and childhood abandon . . .
and each of these I hold tightly in my soul,
for my entire life, I will never forget the magic of childhood;
the love that embraced me and the happiness,
found under a maypole that spring day . . .
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January 25, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Life Is Like A Maypole
Copyright Protected, ID 01-635-818-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier the contest, Life Is Like A Maypole,
sponsor Serene Roberts, Judged 02/2015
First Place
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Scarlet ribbons and virgin white,
Adorning maypoles crowned with green.
Springs festival evokes delight.
Through mists of time this pagan rite,
Still celebrates it's Mayday Queen.
Scarlet ribbons and virgin white,
Young maids, entwining to excite.
Hornpipes, with drum and tambourine,
Springs festival evokes delight.
Bestowing blessings day and night,
Bouquets of flowers fill the scene.
Scarlet ribbons and virgin white,
With blue intwined, graceful in flight.
Mayday, shows love is evergreen.
Springs festival evokes delight.
Maypoles, our symbols to unite,
The gift of life we make between,
Scarlet ribbons and virgin white,
Springs festival evokes delight.
I'll weave my thoughts into dreams of glory.
Just maybe I'll inspire with my story.
This journey long on a pebbled road.
Still the view makes light this uphill load.
Now I see skies of azure blue.
Plenty of beauty to see me through.
Come with me and promenade.
Step out from the gloomy shade.
We shall skip to a brand new beat.
No desolation or defeat.
Fingers of joy cascade from above.
A marvelous dance of genuine love!
written February 7th,2015