Best Mingle Poems
"I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship." — Louisa May Alcott.
The rain and sleet mingle together.
Wayward winds weigh me down,
Wetting my poor old clothes thoroughly.
I walk alone through deep pools,
How can I not be shivering in the storm?
The wraithlike winds increase the wetness of my face,
Water seeps down my tattered clothes.
I curse the closed shops and unsheltered houses.
How can I survive this miserable downpour?
Dark Cimmerian clouds cover the whole city.
The forces of weather mingle thoroughly.
I find no respite in such a mingle of a cyclone.
Let thunder wreak havoc in the hurricane,
I’ll find my strength by hook or by crook.
I’ve learned there is a shelter I’ll find,
A change of clothes, a purge of soul:
A mingle of hope, survival, and resilience
That somehow will cleanse my heart and teach it love.
Placed 1
The loss of a partner can be devastating but they wouldn’t expect you to stop living your life to the full.
Quote by poet.
I was a seventy year old widower and I'd given up on life
I'd sit at home all day thinking of my dear departed wife.
A friendly neighbour called and said "John you need to live,
you're mobile and healthy, you've plenty more to give".
“There's a club for seniors with many widowed or single,
please come out with me and have a good old mingle."
Reluctantly I decided to accompany her to the church hall,
had visions of oldies sat around but it wasn't like that at all.
Most were seniors quite alert and were having a good old chat,
there was plenty of laughter, lots of jokes, a lively place at that.
With plenty of smiles and handshakes, they all welcomed me,
and for senior and lonely single folk, it was the place to be.
Three happy hours soon went by, and I felt I was back on track
I couldn't thank my neighbour enough for getting me my life back.
She said "I know your wife would want you to live and be happy",
I said "Yes, she often told me that and in my heart she's still with me".
“Your autonomy matters, so to utterly maintain it, mingle in social situations as you willingly see fit”
by author
Mingle – they told her.
Since you are single, you should mingle,
but she was shy and had no care for things
like fancy clothes, boyfriends or sparkly rings.
Mingle -they repeated,
saying not to be a wallflower at every dance,
but contrary to that of her peers,
her mind was rarely on romance.
Mingle – they kept saying,
and not to spend so much of her time
in some corner of the library mingling with books,
but no social ladder would she climb.
Mingle – her parents said.
Find someone to settle down with soon.
But she went far away to the university
and there this timid flower learned to bloom.
Mingle – that word she stopped hearing very much.
To mingle with bright minds is what she wanted to do.
She earned her doctorate in physics
and later made a scientific break-through!
Mingle – they no longer tell her.
The best minds in the nation bow to her.
They seek her out for her amazing knowledge.
Great people to her expertise defer.
Mingle with us -
the people most important in her field now say
at the parties in her mansion that she hosts
with the doting husband she’s married to today.
"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling
of letting go and holding on."
~ Havelock Ellis
Humans can be compared to diminutive grains of sand
as we mingle, traveling from home soil to a foreign land.
An ocean's depth represents the divine or life's infinity.
Sand and sea will mingle together in the surf for eternity.
There's an ancient relationship between sea and sand
in which the tides were given the resolve to command.
Earth and Oceans have always coexisted side by side
as important voices in Nature, they mingle and coincide.
Luna majestically reigns over the sea's ebb and flow.
Magnetic are the powers of her luminescent glow.
Tempest winds provoke white crested waves to thrash,
sending sand aground with every thunderous crash.
And when the sea has calmed her churning once more,
grains are able to mingle together on a distant shore.
In the radiance of sunlight, they will linger and dwell
until windswept waves arrive as if brewed from a spell.
Tiny grains cannot socialize because they are tethered.
Guided by Nature's winds and seas, they're weathered,
stranded on golden shores, beach after sandy beach.
Mercy is not a request they can beg for or beseech.
Never can they choose where to go or mingle at will.
Washed upon a sandscape dune they may be until...
Fingers of storm-tossed waves return them to the sea.
They're merely temporary tenants, just like you and me.
ZOMBIE MINGLE
Wolves are howling all night long
Hoar frost coats my pumpkin patch
I shake these chill October nights
Hark the wind its eerie song
Yea the very ground doth quake
With ghoulish souls hath come to life
They push at gravestones overhead
Appetite for blood to slake
Pumpkin shells their fall bought home
See them fill the seedy depth
And carve a mouth of jagged teeth
Freeze my body to the bone
When sun goes down all warmth has fled
I’ll stay within my humble home
Not wander neath moon’s autumn bright
Become the feast of living dead
Thus spoke I hear my doorbell jingle
Dog Spot emits a warning growl
Oh God that ceaseless ring-a-ling
Without doth stand the zombie mingle
Dave Austin
Mixture between opposite groups
Interests and goals realized and shared
New acquaintances gained and enjoyed
Groups and organizations, males and females
Loose minds emerge, ready to interact, to
Either establish business networking or close relationships
Among Crowds Mingle
Among crowds always like to mingle
Which does make my soul tingle
Seeing how happy people are
In America in bright new car
An RBI can be caused by a single.
Jim Horn
Here is another word you can think about
without any doubt.
mollify
verb | MAH-luh-fye
Definition
1 :
to soothe in temper or disposition : appease
2 :
to reduce the rigidity of : soften
3 :
to reduce in intensity : assuage, temper
Which is what we need to do with everyone's campaigns.
You said you want, you say you treasure.
But it's impetus in your heart and veins,
pompous in that fact, the heat drives fast-
beldams with your cruelish handsomers.
I vividly crawl in your genius,
quest on a very long journey in-
and yet out, though for a timely cut.
An uncouth dream forever trapped out.
And you wished those feelings over again.
Erow.
We are the beating of five hearts. The epiphany of the forever changing souls of our lives. Just a modicum of dust, on this vast horizon.
Smiling, laughing, and crying together, as we traipse through the wilderness of our intoxicating minds.
We are the whispering paths of our journey within. Graceful dancers, into the nostalgia of yesteryear
.
Hence-forth, a mingle mess of times future, a continuous wrap of Paper Mache, clinging to the ties that bind us.
I am here for you, reaching out and listening to the intertwining of five hearts meeting as one; guiding you into the kind and gentle spirit who embraces your soul..
We are now the purest band of tremulous light; a family that unites our strengths of love for eternity.~Cyn
Dedicated to my four children..
Marshall, Joshua, Michael, and Megan
With Love, Forever Momma.
Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler
God Starts to Mingle
When among us God starts to mingle
There was a feeling just like a tingle
Then moving sensation overtaken by
Out with much joy will start to cry.
What we want more than anything
Is our choir that soon starts to sing
Overcome by them we all have been
Return to church to hear them again.
Were most impressive we must admit
As priest preaches from church pulpit
And by Bishop Curry were re-assured
After wonderful sermon we had heard.
Until next Sunday we could hardly wait
So from physical condition sort of sedate
And rise up his sermon caused us to do
Jesus was God's Son and this we knew.
Happiness and joy we all now received
Thankful because in God we all believed
Glad we were a worshiping Episcopalian
Went on to next prayer after saying Amen.
Bishop Curry is the new Presiding Bishop of the
Episcopal Church. He is not an Archbishop and
is Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church. The
American Episcopal Church as the Episcopal Church
is multinational and name was changed at the
General Conventions (6 years) ago from The
Episcopal Church of the United States of America
to just The Episcopal Church.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
WE CAN’T BE COMPLACENT WITH CODVID-19
We are fighting an unseen enemy
It is real not rare- this coronavirus
At this time of COVID-19 pandemic being our enemy
Don’t be complacent Mr. Clean
You may have lived all your life being clean
Be you a laborer, officer, medical practitioner or an academician
Coronavirus is no respecter of personality, celebrity or position
Have you taken notice of this?
Bath twice or thrice with ten tablets of soap and So Clean
Put on your underwear, boxer and dress up from head to toe
Mingle, commute and socialize all day
Then check your scrotum you’ll find a dusty mud-like dirt.
Have you bothered to ask yourself where it came from?
We’re all at risk
So keep observing the protocol for the stoppage of the spread
No matter who told you as long as they are endorsed by WHO.
Do them and be safe and save others
Stay safe, don’t be complacent
If you think you’re smart the virus you see not is more smatter
Stay safe, we can overcome only if you and I care
"A true writer must write. Ink is in their veins." By Poet
H=How do we mingle,
O=Over at your place?
W=Writing away.
T=To write a funny limerick,
O=Ode poems work for me.
M=Mingle with friends is fun,
I=In the world of words.
N=Never knowing where it will take us,
G=Going from humor to sad.
L=Laughing until we cry,
E=Editing every page.
Tranquil heart exerts a calming effect
on agitated minds in ego’s bind,
exuding an effervescence bliss flecked,
steering one and all toward pathways kind,
head and heart aligned, both divine entwined.
Fragrance of flowers is a mating call,
drawing butterflies to scents they recall,
as bliss delight that makes easy its flight,
savouring pollen borne by a love squall,
teleporting presence to zenith height.
"Humans delight in the comfort of friends.
If not, the joy of commingling ends."
__by Poet
My neighbor, next door, remains single-
It seems she knew not how to mingle.
She refused to join in
And would not let us win-
Just stayed in her human-proof dingle.
One day, we created a jingle
Hoping it would send her a tingle!
“Joining groups, so much fun
You'll be pleased when it's done!”
She hung her “do not disturb" shingle!
She never did quite intermingle-
Strong neighbor support soon did dwindle.
So she missed the delight
Of her God-given right-
To share in the joys to commingle.
That beauty did suit me
then she refused me
went and removed me
now I'm stuck moody.
What should I do next
I can't ring or text
this so unexpected
again I've wrecked it.
no beauty will choose me
no cutie will amuse me
they all just excuse me
the excuse them, not me.
It's just how it happens
at first I attracts them
one better distracts them
in line I move back one.
no one respects me
I wish they'd select me
someone elect me
you'll like the erect me.