Best Moveable Poems
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
Categories:
moveable, life, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.
Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
As aching melodies in moveable feasts of swans
Search for resolutions in atonal firebird tango ballads
Through classical dusty suites of western legends
Not losing pitch or tripping over downbeats.
Too many notes squeeze into four square spaces
When magic flutes songs soar over seraglio dreams
Imperial marches set imprisoned phrasing free with fanfares
And close encounters of key notes discard dissonance
Seeking rhapsody in hues of blue.
Plaintive and joyful - hopeful and merciful -
Healing rhythms inspired from the eternal melody,
A lost chord to haunt then heal the midnight heart
All arranged in one accord from the Master’s apprentices
To rest in finality of one trailing echo of waltzing river.
Categories:
moveable, music,
Form:
Free verse
......for Clark
Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles and spares another
Mucklucker from the landsharks,
Towards sundown, God provides,
A daily dose of thanksgiving squeezes between
Epitaphs, well earned....
No bearing, the sea, nor desired, but the gems
Left behind sparkle forever,
Mental health central,
A
Moveable
Feast
10/4/14
Categories:
moveable, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Winged Warrior, your signature line is very beautiful
“STAY IN THE LIGHT”! Stunning and quite moveable
Identifies your soul
Love's your main goal
Kind sir, you have a dear heart, that's indisputable
Categories:
moveable, love,
Form:
Limerick
Is it your voice I hear
or raindrops splashing
a summer's garden
refreshing butterflies.
Was it your breath
tickling my ear or the
winds of May making
flowers dance.
Was it your smile or
the sun all aglow, warming
my heart to contentment, then
resting at my feet.
Is it love, dancing inside me
or your kiss, touching every
moveable part of me.
I think it is all the pure
wonder you bring to my life.
12:33 p.m.
June 25, 2010
Cynthia
Categories:
moveable, love,
Form:
Free verse
l
Un moveable river's
Grinded in stone
Always' a season change
The sun above
Which shed's our light
The moon above
That which shines' by night
Always' a season changes
------
Wet and cold chills' blow
Rarely in the sky
A star be born
A relic from time
Only to become frost
On the window panes'
Of life,
------
Far away eyes' do see
No stars' by night
So many clouds by day...
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Categories:
moveable, care, caregiving, change, earth,
Form:
Personification
The Selfish Knight and His Lady
Sixteen pieces for me
Allotted the same for you
But, it always begins with Me first
Unless the 'me' is you...
Whereupon, like Alice in her checkerboard world,
It's up to me to find our way.
It's up to you
To find my way...
I have been both pawn and knight
(never bishop nor king)
And our Queen moves so many ways
She never fails to make me spin.
"Capture the Queen,
Capture the Queen..."
I hear the forever cry
Emanating from the bishops
Holed up in their towers...
Chanting fealty and Romance
Singing of lady-love and noble favors
As I plod forward, a foot-soldier,
Or jump in frenzied el
The maniacal knight
An endless quest...
For her turn
(Your turn, that is, my Lady)
Comportment and Courtly manners
To match Courtly silks and tresses
Follow you in saffron mornings
All through glades of twayblade and cocksfeet;
Ever gathering, ever in the light
While light be present...
'Til evening's soft glow
Guides you home.
Took long years for one mortal
To build a pointed arch.
Arms extended
Through other arms
And tokens and chivalry pristine,
To your lofty heart.
But you removed the keystone
And that house of worship fell.
Unlike Samson in Gaza
Yours was no righteous strength
But some preternatural power
Summoned forth from within.
Sui generis
An altogether different vacuum-genesis
As lightning came from a dark, deconsecrated space
Not creation, but Her black twin.
As it was, so I deserved.
So here we are
Moveable pieces of glass cliché,
Infidels to the universe of Good
Imprisoned on a board
Within a game
Of skill, a game
within mirrors, a game
Within infinite possibility and paradox
Moved by, after all, an unknown hand.
And still, after all that, it is my fault.
We all learn that
Glass pieces, when struck,
By light, or love, or luck
Make fine parade of color
But cast no shadow.
Well, not
The hollow ones fashioned like you,
The one imprisoned my soul,
Turned prism opaque,
Forced the flight of radiant light...
But, fine pieces they do chip,
Or splinter,
Or break.
That's why they move
When someone shouts,
"Off with her head!"
So it is, after all
This fear which motivates ...
And dispatches all.
Categories:
moveable, romance,
Form:
Blank verse
Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof,
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on the stanchion
Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc
Then crack, all along the line each
Snapping to attention each car in its turn
With a rattle rattle, huff and puff
Away it roars into childhood.
A memory of something important,
Those years gone like borrowed money
And now the dollars have all been spent
But the secret stays in the heart An ancient fondness now focused
A connection across the years
Tears and a smile for that railroad boy
Categories:
moveable, childhood, children, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
the blue jays waited
on the camp bench this afternoon
for you to feed them,
you ignoring me
cost them too,
they wept all day through.
we came to Yosemite
for you
to find resolution
was it in an alleyway
or the Blue Onyx Bar?
did the sun, while feasting
on your skin
devour the last of us as well?
this moveable target
blazing the whiskey sky,
seduced my loneliness
following me
to Jack London Square
taunting me of you
As well…
my hair is singed
from lying in your sun
i am tired of lying next to you
engineering the corpses tan,
i am far better
a pale man
this world of your unknown
strangers smile
approving glance
a night remembered twice to come,
sending you to the other side of the bed;
whatever keeps you there
time finding ways to expand
diluting my reflection
make me more
leaving with less
fortifying with a smile
this journey back
is longer than
the forward run
Categories:
moveable, forgiveness, lost loveme, blue,
Form:
Free verse
Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof,
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on the stanchion
Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc
Then crack, all along the line each
Snapping to attention each car in its turn
With a rattle rattle, huff and puff
Away it roars into childhood.
A memory of something important,
An ancient fondness now focused
A connection across the years
A tear, a smile for that railroading boy
Those years lavished, gone borrowed money
And now the dollars have all been spent
But the secret stays in the heart of hearts.
Oh, I wish to go back to those days,
To see the world for the first time,
In all its glory, the glory of a life yet to live.
Categories:
moveable, allegory, childhood, children, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
You’re a mess, you’re all over the place,
Your colours just don’t look right.
You look back to front, not neat and tidy,
You look like you’ve been in a fight.
How about we sit down and think about things,
And get back to a healthy state of mind.
Let’s put all of you together again, in one piece,
All of your colours should be aligned.
Just a quick brush here, a flick of the wrist there,
Your face is cute and beautiful.
Then a little massage on the soles of your feet,
And your joints are now so moveable.
Now, a shimmy on your sides, a wiggle of your hips,
And your core looks exactly as it should.
A few more moves and, tada, there we go,
You look happy and healthy and good.
Your reds all match, your blue is together,
Your white, yellow and green are in sync.
In this moment, I can sit here with you, my Rubik’s cube friend,
Enjoying a celebratory drink.
Categories:
moveable, wisdom, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain
She wakes from a forgetful, trance-like state
Unconsciously rolls over
and feels an embryo inside
Forgetting her divine power and wisdom
Sophia calls to her
She walks out the door
Tripping over the obstacles in her path
Shedding tears for time lapsed
Embracing her divine feminine
She faces the blowing wind
Approaching a male rock
un-moveable
even in her magical presence
Growing stronger
She leaves the rock
Befriending another entranced maiden
She says
“You are not a slave”
Vision restored
Joyfully
She sings the immortal song of Isis
Endowing all those on her path with
The Christ Light
She sets other Goddesses free
Uncompromising in who she is
Her juices are flowing
She is glowing from within
She remembers
the baby growing inside
Her offer to the world
Conceived without conception
She is pregnant with
Passion
Purpose
Possibility
Amazing Grace!
A single woman
Giving birth to humanity’s savior
Psyche Enlightened
takes her rightful place
and consciously creates a new world order.
Categories:
moveable, metaphor, passion, tribute, woman,
Form:
the soft pattering of feet down the street
the breath of stale air against your neck
don't turn around
i'm not there
the moon beating down rending you restless
you were made for the nightlife, baby
but the masquerader you're dancing with
don't even imagine
i'm not there
the moveable mirror
i tie the knot to the tie
the black suit contrasting
the pale white buttoned shirt underneath
and the day wraps around
waiting on some kind of funeral for myself
everyone is gathered
but i'm not there
sinking and thinking
don't let them catch you blinking
i see you standing outside the restaurant
without a date
i must have been something
if you think about me that much
but i've still got my gin
and my capsule of breath mints/pain relievers
i'm alright
i get outside and see the moon
and i see the reflection there of you
i stand and blow a kiss and smile
within minutes i'm off the driveway
down scott
through alabama
onto holcomb and into marietta
i arrive at her house and knock at the door
you run through my mind for one last minute
then the bubble pops when the door opens
she's all dressed up and ready to go
ready to go anywhere
standing on the street corner
waiting for a taxi
the wind is cold and merciless
you grip yourself and rub your hands together
then to hear a pattering of feet
a touch of stale breath
don't bother turning around
i'm not there
Categories:
moveable, love,
Form:
Free verse
No Conclusions, THE PROCESS OF PAINTING ***
Not often between lines.
Crossing lanes. Consuming spaces.
Ordering gray shadows
Like shaded fog or misty traces —
In a measure of displaced displays
Of reality’s clarity
In impressions or abstractions,
To emphasize the building theme — with
The colors smudged or stippled or stroked long
Outlying and blending — cautiously —
Of as if themselves in a trance,
Running away
Circling off the canvas;
A rhapsody of shapes forming,
To be perhaps perceived,
Playing hide and seek —
If viewed in a turning to upside-down,
Or then seen from a look far off
From another side, across the room,
As if from beside some seaside beach
Of the moveable imagination
Of possibilities, yet a stroke by stroke
Closer to the finished effect —
To be appraised and lauded, at that exhausted,
But nevertheless, rejoicing end illumining —
Witnessing, according to open examination
Of life scenes below, beyond, or high,
Blended in new colors
Often strangely named, to
Guess their nature by their new pseudonyms:
Like Earth’s Crust Brown or
Baby Fair Yellow Hair.
The painting
Now ‘till forever will be
Beheld hung up somewhere, (or
Kept back in the black of a closet’s corner floor)
Where it stays, not resting; not still!
But running
Through time’s approaches to
what whatever’s passing popular in art interpretation.
Painting after painting,
Whipped up in the winds
Of a viewers’ risen remembrancs—
Spirit to Sight
Picture to Touch
Art to Power
Spurring minds and moods into possibilities of
Re-seeing journeys
Into themselves through this painting
Always being as if magically moved
Through an instant
Lost, then
Re-addressed.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/27 - /21 rewritten d12/24\2022
Glory to God…
Categories:
moveable, art, color, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
This month I have read"The Letters of Ezra Pound" The" Collection OF 73 Poems"by EE Cummings " The Moveable Feast"by Hemingway And" The Beautiful And The Damned by Fitzgerald" Still thirty piano masterpieces And september blackberries are not enough Not even here Not even now In the absence of love
Categories:
moveable, romance,
Form:
Free verse