Best Meets Poems
… after Langston Hughes
You know how they do. They say that
we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice
ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is
it any wonder we hold our breath? A
body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind
fold her, watch her peek, call her a goddess.
Watch her drop the scales. Watch how balance is
a myth chased between our nana’s prayers and a
judge’s gavel. They got this thing
for claiming fear while standing over bodies. To
serve, to protect—who? Which
way to run when history's got a knee pressed upon the we
aried? Red light, blue light, a flash, a name gone black.
Mothers wailing thru the street. We are
n’t new to this. My father knew. And his father wise.
Still, she won’t look. Her
hands steady but the bandage
doesn’t stop her from peeking. It hides
but we see it slip. MLK's two
Americas on display. Wounds keep festering
and this country born of scars and sores
struts like a wayward siren. That
same scream, same prayer, same fear. Once
we thought time might change things. Perhaps
we were fools to hope. Seems we were.
Though standing here. Still, we look her in the eyes.
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The beach climbs are harder
the rocks turn my feet
and I find myself walking on my ankles
wading through sand
But the photos at sunset
or as the moon rise
are such a surprise
Like paintings
like fine art
witnessing the beauty of nature
as it shows us all of the basis for inspiration
everywhere
The sea air is so refreshing
the tang of salt
its cool crisp feel
as it laps past me
and blows my hair
The sheen of the sun and the moon
off the water
and it undulates and ripples
It's mesmerizing and beautiful
I seek out the lighthouse
to capture its beauty on the horizon
Its glow too settles on the ocean
and lights the scene in a way
that makes it seem like a painting
A huge downed redwood tree on the beach
a sculpture in driftwood now
but so big as to be a playground
The natural wonders of this place continue to provoke me
and keep me wanting more
from the tiny bits of rock on the ground
to the magnificent scenes in the sky
my senses are always tuned in
And here I share them with you....
Artimus 9/1/2025
What would I give
to get a glimpse of your smile
to have and to hold
your heart for a while
I want to meet you
where the river meets the sea
Leave your oars behind
Set the barrier down
and sail away with me.
We'd sail away together
to wherever the wind blows
To our souls'velveteen gardens
where blushed crimson
bleeds its rose.
We'd sail away forever
to a secluded land
I curl within your arms
and hold on to your hand
We'd lay on autumn's blanket
Watch seagulls soar up high
Flutterin'their wings
above blue waters
'neath a mandarine sunset sky.
What would I give
to feel your fingertips
brushing sand between my toes
To taste your honey-dew breath
as the moonlit cradle glows
But,here I walk upon the sidewalk
Each footprint leading home
Under an antique street-lamp
Standing on my own.
And here I am singing a love song
My shadow dancing free
And there you stroll along the river-bank
so far away from me.
This is a Re- repost( Its a poem I've posted here few years ago..and then reposted..
I re-repost it guess for the last time..for those who haven't read it yet...plus
there is always a line to revise along the way. :)
I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,
I fear 'tis moribund.
It had fluttered around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.
I felt sad at its demise
As it flopped beside my book,
How unfortunate I thought
If only it had looked.
I imagine it flew towards the light
In hope of navigation,
Heading, it thought for safety
But meeting devastation.
Night Meets the River
The deep night sky meets the river
With stars sparkling in ripples below
The water moves with a quiver
To a kiss around the bend, it flows
Meandering glimmer of hope shines through
Peaceful sounds reach the quiet land
With soft music in the air, playing too
Where water and rays merge into a band
The moonlight fills the sky above
Spreading light through the forest trees
Shining on two gentle hearts in love
As apprehension quickly flees
Moving with currents, love lifts to the sky
This mellow night slowly does ignite
A lovely passion with a sweet sigh
Engraving a memory, with a beautiful sight
Heidi Sands
1/4/18
What would I give
to get a glimpse of your smile
to have and to hold
your heart for a while
I want to meet you
where the river
meets the sea
Leave your oars behind
Set the barrier down
and sail away with me
We'd sail away together
to wherever the wind blows
to our soul's velveteen garden
where blushed crimson
bleeds its rose
We'd sail away forever
to a secluded land
I curl within your arms
and hold on to your hand
We'd lay down on autumn's blanket
watching sea-gulls soaring high
Open wings upon blue waters
in a mandarin sunset sky
What would I give
to feel the touch of your fingertips
brushing sand between my toes
to taste your honey-dew breath
as the moonlit cradle glows
But,here I walk upon the sidewalk
each footprint leading home
under an antique street light
standing on my own
And here I am singing a love song
My shadow dancing free
And there you stroll along the river -bank
so far away from me.
is half one teardrop
still whole or part of a pair
when we’re splitting hairs
seen through a venn diagram
tears share a hidden layer
SWAP MEETS PEACE--
Now reciprocal, is just the thing;
Separation divides it just bring;
War mixed with peace hysterical
Is just the thing now reciprocal?
War in peace makes peace brittle;
The social control that's really little;
How does the noise become fleece;
Makes peace brittle war in peace;
Often to keep peace dishonest ones greased palm;
Down, down, down into the darkness of the calm;
Gently goes the dreamy the muted they now cease;
Dishonest ones greased palm often to keep peace;
I’ve seen mutual happiness generation destroyed;
Feuding alloyed annoyed men now war employed;
In peace hunger for the cow and pig liver so usual;
Happiness generation destroyed I’ve seen mutual;
3/21/19
Swap Meet Poetry Contest
Quatrain poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
Freddy the Fly
Meandering on
the ceiling one day,
Suddenly got a "heads up!"
He glimpsed from
three hundred or so,
Of his left side eyes,
A sight guaranteed
To make a fly's fear
rise.
For there was Sidney
The Spider...
Just "Hanging Around"
On his "Web Site"
Couple of sets of
Spider eyes,
Watching a Spider delight...
A potential self delivered meal
What a Spider deal!!!
He waved to Freddy
In a "Come Hither" way,
With as close to
a smile, a spider
is able to make...
But Freedy was
a "Fly Of The World"
And knew an invitation
He should not take...
So Freddy buzzed around
In teasing Sid,
Turns out,
A dumb thing he did...
Suddenly a psssstt...
A mist,
By Black Flag spray,
This fly was kissed.
He spiralled down
In a fly crash landing
Found himself...
Barely standing...
He survived, but now had
Em-fly-sema
His wings would never again
Flap as fast...
He resolved venvenge
On evil Sidney...
For distracting him so much...
He'd find a way to take
The day...
There would be revenge's
touch.
(To be continued....in......
"The Amazing Adventures Of Freddy the Fly"!!!)
Below within the dwelling deep,
while tumbling in fitful sleep;
the rumble-hum of furnace keep;
the mouse and Cat Lord Bo-peep.
Fluttering lids and labored breath
below within the dwelling deep,
furious dreams do waken sleep
attributes of childhood’s bequeath.
Horrors rise on temporal tides
a stew of insanity bides.
Below within the dwelling deep,
the cat fiddle-screeches life’s weep.
Dali cobbles retinal creeps
the mind dittles and cows moo oon,
The nightmares ending none too soon
below within the dwelling deep.
Soft fire is his eyes
fondling my soul without words
... twilight’s balm drips down
Our warm pulses meet
in thrills of hushed surrender...
baptizing fresh dawn
©
. …….. .
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
An unending glow wraps the harvest moon
Her pull drags me near but I am still too far
Too far for her to hear my cries of joy
As I bask in her beauty
Too far to look into these hopeless eyes
Seeing my forgiving care
Forging into me to carry on
In a world that is unfair
But fairness isn't guaranteed
The righteous aren't always rewarded
And tomorrow isn't promised
As my thoughts dip into her goodness
As my lips mouth along to the song of her soul
I know all is well
And
I know all will be well
When your yellow meets my blue
Did Hannah See Bees? Hannah Did,
eating blue cheese with the big kid.
Noel, Let's Egg Estelle On,
about her friend little John.
They ran fast down the hill and slid.
Dawn
sunshine, daybreak
morning, illuminating, awakening
brightness, noontime, sunrise, moonrise
gloaming, enveloping, cloaking
nightfall, darkness
Dusk
Date written: 07/18/2020