Best Mighty Poems
I Saw The Great And Mighty Wave
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The revealing of a newborn fawn,
A mystery in Nature's golden sphere
O' what glory rises in each new dawn
And we mortals walk blinded in our fears!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The power of this world's dark abyss,
A dream that withers on the vine
Beauty in a rose, in a warm kiss
Sweet honey, love, love on which to dine!
I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From the Inside, Peering Out )
I stand, the most statuesque, peeking through the clouds
that lend their softness as my pillow when sun in midnight drowns.
Golden sun, a fitting crown for a majesty such as me;
Somber moon, my nightcap; tundra stockings on my feet.
Veins of icy water; hair of snow drifts white.
I, the ladder Jacob dreamt of, one revealing night.
Would you climb and be my king, upon my peak to rest?
Or meet, descending from the heavens, doom's Angel of Death.
Dare to move me by your faith as the man from Galilee;
or does my might leave you in doubt to tremble on your knees?
Against my chest, Thor strikes his hammer; thunder fills your ears.
From my shoulders, he takes aim; arching lightening spears.
Haven to monstrous legends as the abominable snow beast;
hidden in tales of lore, on nonbelievers he does feast.
Bursting forth from earthen womb, a giant granite fountain.
Ancient tower of vast unknowns; I am the mighty mountain.
When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground
Your strongest day is standing
just outside your door. Let it in.
Each day the sun comes home to you
it whispers with the wind
calling out your name.
This is no video game.
Life’s a bouquet banquet
made from your reflections.
You do not need directions.
Pick your moments carefully.
Stop and smell the roses,
leave your motor running
for the dangers trust exposes.
Listen to where life comes from
the beating sound of your own drum.
Make the most of music that it brings.
Unraveling all your tangled balls of strings.
With patience Iron out each peace,
holding tight to all you love
with nails and teeth.
Now put your stubby thumbs
through their tiny holster loops
and pull your britches up.
Hitch them high,
and puff out your chest !!
You’ve always been ready for this.
This is not a test.
This is your life.
It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.
~~~
As a child, I would climb up into its arms, and sit there for hours finding comfort.
It became a part of me, its' spirit ran through me and we were as one.
~~~
Through the years, as I grew older, I would take my burdens, and sit by my tree,
And, it would unburden me.
It was my pillar of strength,
~~~
Now the mighty oak lies toppled. I touch his withered limbs and cry.
And as his spirit rushes through me, I hear him say goodbye.
~~~
And my world is changed for ever; it can never be the same.
For - tonight my father died.
"the mighty sea is she"
mesmerizing is the body of ocean blue
bestowed upon me are sights and sounds
more than tides rolling to and fro
she is the mighty sea apart from earth and sky
beyond comprehension as I glance and stare
this wonder continues far and wide to infinity
more than the measure of water
the mighty sea is she being a world like no other
by day feel her warmth and touch of silk
by night experience her voice and power
more than what I could ever trace
she is the ocean blue that sparkles like a star
somewhere between golden sands and blue sky
somewhere between the shore and open sea
find me breathing living in wonderment
the ocean blue is she hosting a playground of life
for all her tides with sights and sounds
for all her warmth by day and power by night
this body of water calls to me with every reason
still the mighty sea is she holding all my dreams
SkyWatcher
12-16-15
although this was written several years ago
may words never be old
thank you
The paths were arcane
and the truth not easily known,
the creatures were formidable
and man's ways easily obscured,
be the black air warm or cold.
It was she who presided
over such paths and creatures,
and saw the man and his secrets
and knowingly kept them,
but cursed them all the same.
If it was with remorse
that I stared out of night's window,
restless just before rest,
it was a remorse of her bidding;
jewels adorned her reproach.
20th July 2018
Broken hearts
begged light to brighten broken hearts,
the frozen and forlorn
beckoned despairingly for warmth, solace,
and begging was answered, at last.
Unforgiving and radiant
he always came back
from behind mournful cover
at some place and time, unexpected,
to caress the land, or devour it.
Scorched and fevered
seekers lined the sands,
the sands baked, not yet complacent,
his sacred face
would not be directly seen.
20th July 2018
Storms, mighty storms proceed
Coming from the far west
Bringing Pacific's anger
On their trip with a quest
The north wind howls fiercely
Uses its whip on the trees
Bending, breaking branches
Nature brought to its knees
But during this chaos
Somehow, I'm allured
At raw power prevailing
Wonder how the weak endured
In your raging tempest
I've seen a cleansing force
Washing away tree's burdens
Excess baggage, remorse
You've given liberation
From stagnant stifling air
A chance to start anew
With freshness that you bear
Now usually when a spider finds its way into my home
I squash it right away saying, hey my space alone
But one day I came upon a fuzzy little spider there upon my dryer
Frantically running up and down the chrome strip which looked like a mirror
He bravely reared up and fought this villain in his way
Up and down this battle raged a good part of the day
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt, but he didn't care
He boldly continued his plight, the enemy was near
The battle over and he's laying still, I wonder to myself
Was it victory? Or was he awaiting his pending death?
I gently took him outside and placed him on a tree
And told him, you're the mightiest little spider I ever did see
©Donna Jones
you dried all my tears
i stand proud now like the oak---
no weeping willow
your splendid branches
wrap me into your shadow---
shelter from the storm
wind blows me down
your light lifts me up---
might i dwell in your arms?
written January 28th,2013
for pd's Valentine contest
Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died
He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone.
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl scared one and all
Hellfire in his gut, Pap would bear hunt him each Fall.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
As a pup Redbone was as beauty to behold
Such as never before loved by a six year old.
Soon red coat shining, he became muscle and bone
That is why our Ole Pap came to name him Redbone.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Eight years flew on by and Redbone was loved by all
Eigth season he was slower to come when we call.
Ole Pap call for first morn's hunt and heard not a bark
Redbone only growled showing his teeth like a shark.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Ole Pap shot back, last bear hunt tore you up a bit
Then his chew of tobacco, oft front porch he spit.
Redbone just lay there, Ole Pap said, old friend just rest
You have been a fine hunting dog, the very best.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Next night midnight moon rose, we heard a moaning yelp
Our old faithful friend, our Redbone's last call for help.
Ole Pap went out, came back in with sad ashen face
He said, Redbone is gone, friend we can not replace.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
R. J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Sad Story about the death of Redbone)
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Note- I wrote this one, if memory serves me well, either in 1972 or 1973..
Presented today as was written --no edits..
Based upon the sad end of a fine and faithful dog that was truly and deeply loved!!!
A drapery flutters of sunlit glory
With lustrous stars gleaming near;
Hovering around the ‘ Pearl of Orient ‘
Where seven thousand islands adorn
Tints of liberty, peace, and independence;
Radiant in hues… crimson, blue, white
Flaming the hearts of a race blessed
By lush rice terrains and summer winds.
O, a banner of smiles freely glimmers
Through a homeland destined to imbue
Love for all brethrens as it stands proud,
As the harbinger of native warmth
Offering comfort to voyagers , but
Fiercely defending a birthplace’s right…
Where one mighty streamer rides high,
Guarding folk and children…Philippines!
Judy Konos' Your Country State City Flag
Country: Philippines
by nette onclaud...7/29/2015
He is turning green…
Someone just made him real mad—
Keep the man happy!
Oh mighty dingo I see you still crawl.
Long ago broken hearted and yet you still bawl.
Tears down both cheeks, is it your poor little peetie?
My heart aches for you, my dear little sweetie.
Still gritting your teeth while stuck in a clinch.
If your throne’s getting cold, then you might as well pinch.
You slither around with you childish boring prattle.
You’re still stuck in our creek, without either paddle.