Best Mine Poems
There is a scar
On my face
Small, steadfastly placed
One only notices if they are this close
To kissing my soul
On my cheek
Below the eyes and sideways
Beside the bubble-gum sweet
Mouth, vivacious story teller
like an upside down
sharp angled half moon
The endless emotions of my sky
So attractively rough
It attacks the delicate features of my face
Allowing my streetwise beautiful
Personality
To shine through, I don’t hide thetruth
It’s as plain as the scar on my face
Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
Some days I wish it wasn’t there
But I always
Appreciate it’s presence
I won’t ever forget
When I received
The blow to my vanity
From a fight over youthful yearnings
Inside this
Is my learning processes
Scars hold history
I shall carry with me
Through tough times
Soft and easy, peaceful
To remind me
Of me
Not with my arms but with a heart
that blesses your reveries, may peace reside
within your chest... is it possible to love you
less? Perhaps allow the sun to brush your hair
in the luminescence of dawn?
Even autumn envies you as white light
moves with your scent and possesses
your laughter never to be mine again in times
of harvest or falling rain…
and from stars above, may your eyes
remember our blades of grass
while I half-close the damp field of memorials
creaking on the burial of a resting place
that finds me kneeling, wailing, asking
how time can drown our adventures
much too soon...
as I stumble upon this cruel, bruised night
My heart a sky of sunny spells
Of passing clouds and falling tears
Sometimes it shines Sometimes it rains
on our dried river and fading flames.
Sometimes its still as a night could be
At times it feels what it can't see
...and then it beats its rapid beat
Inhaling yesterdays Breathing the breeze
Sometimes an ocean in tides of blue
where silver linings of hope flow through
...And the beginning and end is you.
My heart a sky in shades of black
a married widow mourning life's death
Other times restless Mistress in bed
A pure desire of a newly wed.
My heart ...This heart... This crazy heart
At times so strong as old oak trees
At times so weak Down on its knees
Farther than distance Slower than time
Deeper than absence this heart of mine.
Sometimes like cinnamon scenting so sweet
Other times sour like rising yeast.
My heart...a sky of crimson spells
where all suns set in empty wells
My heart a sky where moons will hide
yet their last whispers your eyes will find
It seeks to reach all lonely hearts
and bliss them with soft blinking stars.
My heart This heart This crazy heart
which keeps on drumming its songs in rhyme
No matter how I try to silence it
It keeps on echoing a love sublime.
My heart This heart This heart of mine
It keeps on going to moments far
It keeps on showing me different faces
till I am back right where you are.
My heart This heart This crazy heart
keeps acting faster than my own mind.
It is a clown playing all games on me
This crazy heart This heart of mine.
If you were mine...
If you were mine…our footsteps would
dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me
symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers
eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings
If you were mine…satin beaches would
eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love
palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys
sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams
If you were mine…my world would
be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire
each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need
happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore
If you were mine…oh, if you were mine
Good night Soupers
If wings were mine to take the air
I’d worry not, why would I care
Imagine all the things I’d see
If wings were mine to set me free
Reflected by the aqua seas
I’d spin and twirl as if to tease
I’d wave to mermaids every day
and catch a kiss along the way
I’d tickle treetops with the dawn
And if I should begin to yawn
With clouds for pillows all around
No need to ever touch the ground
If wings were mine to take the air
I’d brush the sunshine with my hair
Just think how happy I would be
If wings were mine to set me free
8/8/21
Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart
A long history of native people in harmony
With lush wildlife and four seasons
Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids
And eagles soar great heights
Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers
That run wide from coast to coast
Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2023, 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 3, 2019 for contest NOSTALGIA ANY FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
*Scene is set *
romance in the air
picnic in the forest glen
champagne is on ice
**Anticipation**
question to ask her
wild willows bend to listen
by the babbling brook
***Be mine***
red rose in my hand
on bended knee I propose
will you marry me?
02~02~15
Contest Double Valentine Haiku + Questionku#2 PD
~awarded 7th place~
Be proud of your scars
oh daughter mine
now a mother of children dear
Remember the time
they suckled your breast
gorging on the food of love
Worried lines on your face
anxious frown on your brow
a love story you cannot erase.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
Pendulos breasts wear with pride
your babies now full-grown and wise.
Stretch marks remain to tell
that you carried your babies well.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
A badge of honor
that's what they are.
Thickened waist and cellulite disgust many
yet tell a story so sweet so true.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
Uptilted breasts shapely hips
elegant thighs tell a story of their own
but you gave your babies all you had
with love and tenderness.
When they're grown and gone away
you will remember them still
by the scars you bear today.
Oh daughter mine be proud
Be proud of your scars.
You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave;
a sudden kiss as midnight struck (I thought it make believe) -
for stars and kismet ruled with zeal our lives would interleave.
I give to you the morning sun to dance within your smile
a flower wild amongst the stones upon a rocky isle
with hidden paths in ancient woods where we can walk awhile.
You lead me by the hand through nights into the waking days,
through swinging gates in mirrored walls and through the midnight haze,
through castles built in sandbox realms in children’s yesterdays.
I give to you a ragged doll, a puppet on a string,
a ride upon a rocking horse, a swallow on the wing,
a ribbon trailing from your hair, a red or scarlet thing.
You whisk me from a valley deep wherein a black wind blows,
and tracks upon the empty trails are hidden by the snows,
to share with me your secret thoughts and steal away my woes.
I give to you a silver flute, a whistle on a chain,
a drummer boy with dancing feet, a sugar candy cane,
a window flushed with foolish tears mid pitter-patter rain.
You lead me from entangled streets inside a circus town,
subduing smoky memories that haunt this wistful clown
by quelling plaintive melodies and sorrows that they sound.
I give to you a penny plain to cast upon a dream,
a streaking star inside the sky, a bridge across a stream,
a teddy bear with tattered ears and berries dipped in cream.
You show me how a rainbow lightens distant liquid lands,
where dew drops paint the purple leaves deserted on the sands
on roads of simple wonderment within your slender hands.
I give to you in winter’s chill my ragged scarf of thread,
a dripping ball of candle wax on fire blazing red,
and offer you this smitten rhymer’s loving arms in bed.
You spin me tales of laughter, yes, of laughter on a spree,
of laughter restless in the sky, of laughter running free,
of laughter dancing, skipping wildly far beyond the sea.
I give to you these careless words, arrayed in broken lines,
adorned, my love, with tempest winds and teardrop salty brine,
in cups of youthful passion steeped in desolation wine,
and promise I’m forever yours... if only you’ll be mine.
You are mine ~ I am yours ~ in this together
Your heart and mine in synchrony they beat
Bequeathed One with thoughts that sync mine
Enlightened Souls in love ~ a conjoined feat
Overwhelmed with the throb of your heartbeat
A subtle flutter like a butterfly’s touch within
That stirs the very essence of my soul
and tickles goose bumps that creep upon my skin
In anticipation for your fingers to hold mine
Proclaim your entry with your first lusty cry
I’ll weep a mother’s tears of soulful joy
Soothing you with my own sweet lullaby
Till then ~ for now we bond as one to the other
An affinity in the unity of a child to its Mother
He cradles us in his arms ~ you respond to his touch
The completed circle with you ~ me ~ and your father
My poem is written to celebrate the coming event for a very special couple who are excitedly expecting their first little girl.
Video clip and music by - Colbie Caillat
I started my morning off with a stretch
Then off to the closet my clothing to fetch
I never noticed the dog in the dark
I stepped on his tail he started to bark
That woke my wife I think she is mad
If mom's not happy everyone's sad
Once she got up she woke up our son
He never gets up till the crack of one
Now here we sit the thee of us grumpy
Eating this porridge that's warm and lumpy
I look in my wallet for my lottery ticket
Check the numbers while I eat my bisquet
I know your thinking that maybe I won
Then this stupid poem would finally be done
Sorry you are wrong just one more line
I am so so happy this life isn't mine
Verse 1
I’ll play you a tune
That’s what I do
I’ll write you a song
Only meant for two
Sing such soft lyrics
And feel every line
Take your heart places
Until you are mine
Verse 2
Dream of tomorrow
Words become flesh
Like lovers in spring
New aromas refresh
Arms wrapped around
That sweet body divine
Touch, oh the thought
Let’s surrender to sublime
Verse 3
I’ll make you believe
Our names in the sand
Such a sexy island girl
Needs a strong sailor man
I’ll cast away the pain
Of ghosts from your past
This kiss says I’m staying
No more shadows from the past
Chorus
I’ll play you a tune
That’s what I do
I’ll write you a song
Only meant for two
Sing such soft lyrics
And feel every line
Take your heart places
Until you are mine
Verse 4
My voice like a breeze
Can be felt on your heart
Gentle whispers that heal
Hope renews, fear departs
Let me sing you to sleep
Sweet girl, dream of me
I pray this wish comes true
Be more than fantasy
Chorus
I’ll play you a tune
That’s what I do
I’ll write you a song
Only meant for two
Sing such soft lyrics
And feel every line
Take your heart places
Until you are mine
These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pillows
moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns
By gazing over hills to where old country church bells
and crickets play harmonious sounds.
These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows
pouring moonlight zest across the rose-plum of my cheek
By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul's dark cobbled street.
By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand
By tides washing out corals to a distant land.
These eyes have often been solaced by your return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the hush-hushed whisper of your voice
By the embrace of your arms.
By the way you love me...
By the way you need me...
By the way you want me...
Like an autumn bonfire
before next dawning dew fall
By the way you lean on me.
I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways.
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways.
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving.
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm.
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm.
And lo, the air! How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns.
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!
Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)
Since God already wrote my name in the Book of life permanently
I'm now granted precious inheritance absolutely
Receiving His blessings of great bounty
I must worship Him in spirit and truth's certainty.
With His love sealing my spirit in His ownership
I'm well-protected by His caring guardianship.
Because He is my Teacher-mentor thru biblical preachings
I must discern amidst erroneous teachings.
Having His favor in my ministry participation
I'm blessed in my faithful stewardship's function.
Along His offered relationship so sweet
I enjoy our vibrant fellowship every time we meet.
By His miracle, my body is made as His Spirit’s temple
I'm verily secured against lusts that trample!
While His holiness is molding my heart
I must not defy Him; from Him I should never depart.
Thru His wondrous love story
I'm assured of eternal victory.
Grateful to Christ for His marvelous love
I ought to live for Him, with faith looking* above.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
March 7, 2019