Best Merry Way Poems
Quote By Poet "Art can come from anywhere.
Paint with paint or paint with words."
Writers write to write with pen or computer in hand, we hope when done it will be grand. The day could start out writing slow, as the words now start to grow. Day turns into night then back to day, as our fingers want to play. Is it now time to eat, lunch must be in a bowl at our seat. Our letters and words, are flying across the page like wild birds. Is this leading us on our merry way, never knowing what we might say. At last the day is done, it has been filled with creativity and fun. Off to bed to get some sleep, now time to count the big blue sheep. Will dreams give me a new poem to write, is this crazy writing world my birthright.
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Halls of happiness aptly display, glittering décor of golden inlay
Where in rhythms of pious hymns carolers gaily dance and sing
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Around tree’s ornamental arrays children sway, pry, and play
While echoing from heartbeats of glory pulses of prayers ding
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Moonlit stars scintillate glaze of silent night’s cheerful-- yay!
Streaming themes of angelic euphony, praising heavenly king
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Boughs of green holly, donning red berries, venerate holy day
Conferring glee in blessings of divinity, as spiritual rhythms swing
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Invoking eternity in wreaths of flowers devotees earnestly pray
As faithful cling to missives of peace the beloved angels bring
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
December 26, 2020
Poem of the day on December 27, 2020
Placed 1st: Deck the halls poetry contest by Joseph May
I sat in church listening to the preacher
Without hearing a single word he said
I was thinking about the football scores
And my favorite team instead
As they passed around the collection plate
I put my money in
Wondering just what was the going rate
To have God absolve you of your sin
When it came time to share a sign of peace
I turned to the pretty lady in the red dress
Giving her my most pious smile
Trying real hard to impress
I shook the preacher’s hand at the door
Saying I loved his sermon that day
Anxious to get out of my tie
And to be on my merry way
As I stopped at the traffic light
With the windows down in my new car
A homeless man walked up to me
And started talking real bizarre
He said, “You know there’s nothing special about Sundays
Nothing special about the building they call a church
By simply going through the ritual
You don’t improve what your soul is worth”
“If you would rather be watching football games
You can talk to me some other time when you are free
And twenty dollars in a collection basket
Doesn’t buy your soul out of poverty”
“That lady in the red dress
Is much too young for you
And you have to fix the relationship you are in
Before moving on to someplace new”
The cars were honking from behind me
Because the traffic light was green
I turned around to shout at them
Then turned back and that man was nowhere to be seen
I drove the rest of the way home in a haze
Wondering if I imagined the whole scene
But when I turned on the football game
That man was in a commercial on my screen
“So think about the words I said
And talk to me on your own time
In a location of your choosing
When you are in the right frame of mind”
“I am always available to hear you
And provide guidance along the way
But the outcome of these football games
Is not a thing for which to pray”
So, I gave up church on Sundays
And I donate to other charities instead
And today I am a more religious man
Always conversing with God inside my head
What? No Comment?
I read your latest poem today
But did not leave a comment
I don’t know what you meant to say
Couldn’t decode your intent
I wanted to be supportive
And offer encouragement
Wax poetic with adjectives
I didn’t have to invent
You’re not the first whose verse I’ve read
And sat staring bewildered
Filled with an awful sense of dread
Like theater of the absurd
Mom suggested I say nothing
If I’d nothing good to say
So to the air my arms I fling
And go on my merry way
I am always seeking the good
In every Soup poet’s work
I’d rather stay misunderstood
Than come off like a cruel jerk
*Entry for "Put Yourself in the Reader's Shoes" contest
My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig
Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah
My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.
Didi... xoxo
When the girls with whom you've flirted
All have gone their merry way
Winning hearts, dispensing favors
In the flavor of the day,
There is one whose kept the home fires,
While her lonely heart has yearned.
Will she still be there to hold you
After your last bridge is burned?
Weigh temptation, is it worth it,
Seeking love for just the day?
Will there still be one who needs you
When all others go away?
When a loving heart is broken,
It won't be an easy mend.
Your promised heart to her forever,
Is no longer yours to lend.
If tomorrow, God should call you,
Take you from the life he gave,
Only she will long remember
To put flowers on your grave.
Hurry home now, Casanova,
Heed my warning and beware.
If too late you seek the home fires,
It may be she won't be there.
Butterflies and daisies, orange and yellow day lilies,
I'd love to take you with me, but I'm just too lazy,
and you'd probably drive me crazy-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
My dream has always been, to breath in a garden of zen,
and float around like bubbles; and then pop,
and do it all over again.
For we don't pick our friends, only a few will stay,
then they go right on their merry way.
Unless you are you, they'd stay for eternity,
and stay until the final day.
An angel on a soft lily pad,
with little critters keeping her company-
Fields and fields of daisies,
and butterflies surrounding all over me.
Butterflies and daisies,
purple and pink pansies,
I'd love to pick you and take you home,
Surely I am too lazy-
You'd most likely drive my hunger crazy,
For you, My love, have saved me-
You have always, and you will always....
-AMAZE me.
Originally written: October 12, 2003
Originally posted: September 27, 2015-My first day at PS
Re-posted: September 20, 2016
I took my sanity out for a walk today
And it seemed to slip my mind
We haven't been getting along as of late
And I hate it when it hides
If it were up to me
I'd keep it locked up all the time
With my sanity out running free
There's no telling the trouble that it'll find
This isn't the first time this has happened
Not the first time it's escaped
Followed by wild eyed giggling and non stop laughing
As it skipped along its merry way
So if you happened to see my sanity
Would you kindly send it home
Me and its next of kin "In"
Are starting to feel a little paranoid
Skagit River, wild and scenic,
Carrying salmon in her flows.
Scattering riches with abandon
Without stopping as she goes.
Crossing international border
With no one to tell her nay.
Man has sought to tame her waters
As she goes her merry way.
When her mood is mild and tranquil,
Lovers picnic on her beach.
When her bosom swells with anger,
High her rage and far her reach.
Lovely mistress of the valley,
Well we know her worth and might.
Highway to the ancient peoples
Guided by her day and night.
Towns have mushroomed up around her
Taking from her without pay.
May her clear and life filled waters
Ever unpolluted stay.
By Joyce For Brian's contest won hm
The Universe..
In which we live
Is entirely dominated by divine senses..
Our divine senses allows the reality..
In which we live ..
Trough our senses we perceive..
Objectively we have five senses..
Subjectively we have much more..
Magnificent Universe..
Life..
Love and fear
Experience..
To see
To hear..
To touch..
Imagine a Universe..
Without our divine senses
A reality in which is silenced..
In which is never seen
In which is not fragrant
In which is not felt
A reality in which can never be touched..
Close your eyes..
Continue to imagine..
You cannot..
You cannot fandom..
A reality without divine senses..
You would cease to exist..
All lovely creatures in existence..
Every living thing..
Plants..
Animals..
Insects..
Perceive through their own senses
Of which are different..
Different in comparison to humans..
A honeybee buzzing along it's merry way..
Will smell and taste sweet nectar in a flower
How does a honeybee perceive us?
How about any animal?
Or trees and plants?
Their perception of us is quite different..
Quite fascinating it is..
Distortions can apply ..
Determining distortions is impossible..
Because you see..
You always believe..
In what you perceive..
Truth is your very own..
Truth is personal..
No truth is the same..
There's beauty all around us,
In the trees, the flowers, the air,
And it quietly surrounds us,
If we'll make ourselves aware.
We only have to look and see,
For God has placed it there,
A quiet, gentle blessing,
Unobtrusive, patient, fair.
We find it most in nature,
In her woods and fields and dells.
We find it in the songs of birds,
The colors in seashells.
The power of the ocean's waves,
As they crash against the shore,
Or the way they gently roll in,
Once the storm is o'er.
The merry way they scamper in.
And lap against the shore,
The sun shining like jewels,
So different from before.
The silver of the rain drops,
Each one a jewel rare;
For who can make a rain drop,
Pray tell me if you dare.
The crystal, pristine beauty,
Of the snow in winter time,
And the warmth of home and family,
After a hard day's grind.
The joy with which my dog runs,
To meet me at the door.
No matter what my failures,
I know his love is sure.
So much beauty everywhere,
Surrounds us every day;
So important yet so simple,
That we don't appreciate,
How necessary are these things,
We take so much for granted.
I thank The Lord for all these things,
Rare gifts that He has granted.
'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light fluffy snow
Santa’s sitting here
Sipping on hot coco
He’s grinning ear to ear
Comfy in his rocking chair
And looking so cavalier
Not worried by the time
Same story every year
He waits till the last minute
Until I volunteer
To pack a lunch and
Call his every reindeer
I remind him to make haste
Grab his bag and gear
Under children’s trees
Presents don’t just appear
So much to plan and do
Fly through each hemisphere
Unless he’s thinking
Changing his career
He better quick hit the road
And best be on his merry way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2019 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
Another as-I-go poem-and a true story (Even I still don't believe it!!!)
Three years ago, on a clear, nice sunny day...
By son and I were driving, just on our merry way
For some reason, why I wonder, I looked up and was shocked to see
A classic flying saucer, slowly cruising just above me!
Now, needlessly, I'm sure, you'll doubt what I will say
Even I do, but come what may, and even to this day
I couldn't utter a single word, so much was my surprise
I blinked and blinked, and blinked again, I could not believe my eyes!
I merely pointed up, for my son to take note
He followed my pointing finger
And, of a joint, he felt like he had a tote
Our jaws dropped open, both of us agape
It might as well been Superman, flying in his cape
Bright metallic silver, silent as a dove
Cruised on by before us, 500 feet above
Headed east over Queens county
at a slow andcomfortable pace,
I guess there's more out there,
than just the human race
So when next you see a movie
A science fiction tale..
With saucers and aliens too
Don't laugh it off my friend
Cause it is really true!!
in summer
a cat appeared
in my backyard
every day
bathed in the sunshine
rolled on its back
then sneaked under the fence
on its merry way...
now a forbidding wind moans
leaves snap off of trees
late afternoons
the hawk is out
the sky, an angry gray
She floated on her merry way
And left the crowds in pale dismay
A string of streamers flew astray
As the balloon swept to the clouds
The people down below were sold
Their tickets, bright and blooming gold
To take a flight, so they were told
Upon Her Majesty’s Suite.
Who knew the girl would steal the craft
The floating stolen hot air raft
She tipped her golden head and laughed
As the ants below her scurried.
They called the Mayor and the Sheriff too
And hollered and hooped until they turned blue
But the clouds caught her up in their silver hue
And the sky erased her presence.
The town folks say they see her still
On moonless nights, against her will,
Her make-shift flight will last until
She steadies her weary soul.