Best Mildest Poems
(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose
When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.
With red rose petals spreading ever wide
Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves
One may from duty or play thus decide
No plucking, to rose's truest of beauty save.
Within Nature's truth, rests a native song
Of wanderings some lost souls have traveled
In desperate search for truth to belong
Hope, such tapestry, can be unraveled.
From Dawn's spirited breath, they see red rose.
And wonder why its color, Nature chose.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( To Gaze In Awe At Red Rose Radiant Colors )
(2.)
Red Rose, Sing Me A Sweeter Melody
Alas! Flowers winter breath soon must feel
Frigid wind, that fierce and dastardly blows
Pray I, mildest winter, on knees I kneel
Begging for Spring, when fantastic green shows.
Red rose, sing me a sweeter melody
Of paradise that hold Spring all the year
Casting winter's fangs into darkest sea
Allaying this man's dreaded icy fears.
Shall I, for deepest beauty thus reward
A plastic cover to thy life extend
For here blasting winter chill 'tis so hard
Harsh reality, let us not pretend!
Red rose, thy bright song must for a time end.
Solemn vow held as, magnificent friend!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, To Admiring Heart, Thy Truest Song Sing )
(3.)
Then Red Rose Blushed Its Petals Brightest Red
Songbirds to red rose, thy colors cry out
Bestow thy harmonious songs as gifts
We sing melodies while flying about
Hoping thy red souls it truly uplifts.
Red rose, songbirds assuredly you know
In my soft flowerbeds I welcome thee
In Mother earth's soil I happily grow
With pleasure serve her busy honey-bee.
Listen Mother Nature so softly said
Birds to you, I giveth earth and blue sky
To red rose I gift my fine virgin beds
None but blinded man would be asking why!
Then red rose blushed its petals brightest red
Proving to all, truth Mother Nature said!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2019
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, Songbirds, Mother, Nature- A Conversation )
Categories:
mildest, beautiful, beauty, flower, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
wooden sea- rafts float
as the hardest beads
the mildest prayers
offer layered dahlias
for Holy Queen's regatta
~ Dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima's 90th Anniversary
POTD/POTW
~ For Richard Lamoreaux's Poem of the Day Contest
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I was pleasantly glad to receive both awards for this
short form. It may have touched the spirit of those
who celebrate Mary's devotion as a Mother. Resubmitted 4/11/2019
Categories:
mildest, water,
Form:
Tanka
Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta,
Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats
Spiraling, drooping, whirling
All over my voluptuous contour …
Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss
To tap among rustled displays
From many a lovers’ heat to children’s romp.
I gaze at my long tresses hung by threads
Of July frills, combing the strands
Delicate as clusters in a spin that ignites
The evening air, the lush of daylight’s vine…
And like Kojin in a free-fall prance, I cascade
Through a mantle of grass, my arms floating
Over wisps of mildest pink, of boldest lavender;
Then to curtsy in a prayerful Shinto bow
Under heaven's marquee where my chants
about lonesome tales are hushed in secrecy.
At nightfall, stars circle my lit frame,
The aroma of wisteria's mint huffs
outside my pores and unto an earthy glow;
Young the nippled buds swelling in lusty dusk
Till I gently writhe as a mystical shadow of the woods.
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SPRINGTIME STANDARD CONTEST
~ The wisteria tree is packed with an assemblage
of purple blossoms, falling in tapered clusters
to symbolize a kneeling pose of honor and devotion
based on Asian folklore.
~ Kojin: Japanese Tree Goddess
Categories:
mildest, beauty, imagery, tree,
Form:
Personification
While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.
Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.
And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.
Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.
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Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015
Categories:
mildest, dance, flower,
Form:
Sonnet
It is better to have loved
and lost
than to never have loved at all - - - - -
You then get to taste
the full spectrum of emotions
that define us
as human beings.
The highs of being in love
to depths of breakup
Joys of companionship to
reflections of loneliness
Exhilarations of a relationship
envelope mildest hours,
trespass upon sanctities
of heartiest seclusions
dripping by lackluster
innuendos perplexed within
tripping feelings surpassed
by joys of indulgences
tempered with illuminations
of times past.
Categories:
mildest, emotions, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Mildest autumn on record up here
What will become of us in future years
Will we all melt away
No more rides on a sleigh
Just a horse and buggy, no muffs on our ears
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
mildest, future,
Form:
Limerick
The poignant song of an island woman,
loss of land, loss of culture, loss of self,
is the hard part of my return that I can
think of. I and others, privileged wealth,
only make those losses more permanent,
farther away, more difficult to return.
All the anger and the rage that want
to be expressed, can not, because they learn
each day of futility in the midst
of a majority. So poured into song,
much like slave blues, expressed in mildest
terms the desire to right years of wrong.
Just once I'd like to see privileged power
support the culture of another.
Categories:
mildest, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Forecasters are predicting the mildest winter yet
Won't hear ME complaining, on that you can bet
Much milder for sure
More snow which is poor
But after eighty long years, I surely won't fret
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
mildest, weather,
Form:
Limerick
I'm afraid to comment on our extra warm winter
Afraid I might break the spell
This here's only between me and youse guys
From the roof tops I wanna yell
Hallelujah, gadzooks, feels like the tropics
Went out without a coat yesterday
Is this guy nuts? Has he gone totally bonkers?
Sure feels like a spring day in May
Dream on little fellow, you're delusional methinks
You're in for a brush with reality
Oh well I've heard those psychiatric institutions
Are nice with a air of tranquility
But sadly it eventually will come to an end
And I'll be all hunkered down inside
Turning the thermostat to “sizzling” again
A heat rash will redden my hide
Wrote this a year ago as we were experiencing one of the
mildest winter on record! This year... ugh!... back to normal!
Been dumped on a few times!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
mildest, snow,
Form:
Quatrain
PLAGIARISTS BEWARE
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And(7) watched(8) some(9) children(10) in(11) the(12) hay(13)
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NOTES
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Categories:
mildest, funny, rights,
Form:
Couplet
January in Canada is like a frozen carousel
Snow up to our bum bums and frigid as hell
Someone's lost the script
We're caught in the grip
Of the mildest weather that's without parallel
© Jack Ellison 2016
Categories:
mildest, weather, winter,
Form:
Limerick
Mother perceived my tender years
Could not abide life's harsh facts.
She hid them from my eyes, ears
With lies woven of loving acts.
When our elderly neighbor died
I happened on a hearse at his home.
She said it would give him a nice ride
To a place with a marbled dome.
When a lady insane rang our bell
I was shocked by her frazzled face.
"It's OK, son, she just isn't well."
The mildest account of the case.
When Lucy Sue was in her teens
She left our street without a clue.
"She's gone to help an ailing aunt,"
But that wasn't what others knew.
As I matured Mother expressed
Hard truths stitched in worldly blue.
Her loving lies had been dressed
To tailor me for what would accrue.
I am in her debt for easing me
From knee-high socks to suits.
In adulthood I would clearly see
Mother's loving lies bore fruits.
Categories:
mildest, growing up, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
We live a life of ambiguity.
We sat, "Value for life", yet death abounds.
Our leaders visit lands of polity
painful to all, yet make most benign sounds
of friendship and we shuck and jive a bit,
but convince ourselves that profitable
mutual ends can lead to a lamp lit
once to freedom, but now hardly able
to be seen in the smog of industry
and sweat of workers without any choice.
Men and women that are taken away
to lonely deaths if they hazard a voice
in the mildest kinds of criticism.
Our guilt lost in late show witticism.
Categories:
mildest, anger,
Form:
Sonnet
A placid, blue lake
extends through the dense
valley of pines and firs;
its soft sky has the color
of the calm water below,
and it gleams as the mildest breeze
makes the red poppies gently sway!
I walk along it
as ducks float serenely
and they show no fear;
how peaceful is Nature
when no sounds are heard,
no voices break its tranquility!
The balminess of the spruces
fills the nostrils with a pungent aroma
that I delightfully breathe in...
purifying the senses and driving out
the stale air trapped in clogged lungs!
And going further, I discover
a small creek where the bubbling lake
drains into to disappear down its narrow course;
I compare my excitement to the flowing water
that splashes through rocks to reach the immense sea!
Categories:
mildest, anxiety, beauty, nature, places,
Form:
Rhyme
1 To hate means not to understand.
For fight one side needs to be blind.
The rightful judge cannot withstand,
To be by mildest hate defined.
5 And can you act if you can't see?
A blind policeman on the road.
So to wage war, we must agree,
You truth must with cold head decode.
9 So which of truths can be the ground,
To fight, to kill, to be undone?
The only one I come around,
Is to bring peace where there is none.
13 I open narrow gates to war,
A sole correction to mistake,
Do not the last defense explore,
For fragile things misused can break.
17 It's better far to sleep the night,
To sought the reason over grudge,
And to forgive rather than fight,
To ask the questions then to judge.
21 They are uncivilized and strange,
The land of fathers now is mine,
Yet please do notice that things change,
What once was water now is wine.
25 Who needs another brutal foe?
When he can be your neighbor friend,
Only your sheath you need outgrow,
And world can be of bloodshed spent.
Peter Rangus, Ljubljana 25.10.2015
Categories:
mildest, peace,
Form: