Best Neath Poems
Purifying drops
Cascade down the maiden's back
'Neath the falls she bathes
For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
I never imagined a context of tears
Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet
In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
When leaving behind everything that was mine
The memories are haunting as life lies before me
Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do
Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
I’m certainly having a day that is blue
Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!
Walk with me neath falling snow
As my heart does plead your name
in amongst the shivered calls
Crystalline of flowing climb,
snow of winter’s fingers falls
Footprints on a path of white,
longing but to find their way
To your love this eve I seek
in the place they long to stay
Faintly moonbeam’s whispered light
illuminates the heaven’s form
Tiny crystal coated skies
gently sway this winter storm
Through the branches evergreen,
shadows dance in wishes soft
On this evening filled with dreams,
clouds of silver waft aloft
Eyes now search the twilight bliss,
past the gates of iron glaze
For the love within your smile,
here to quell my lonely days
Take my hand midst drifting sighs
strolling in this shimmered sight
Kiss me now my precious one,
as I hold you close this night
Out here in this evening chill
as our hearts once more do glow
Wrapped within my arms so warm,
walk with me neath falling snow
Good night Soupers
Neath moonlit heavens
Hold me close
neath moonlit heavens
Fill my dreams
with endless bliss
Take my breath,
for you I’m breathing
Let me feel
your tender kiss
Make me whole,
my heart is waiting
Sing to me
your joyous song
Show me light
in stardust twinkles
In your arms
here all night long
Good night Soupers
Let me write a couple lines
before I go to sleep
I promise not to burden you
nor to make you cry or weep
Lay your face down on the pillow
on the shoreline 'neath the willow
May you the sandman sprinkle
with dreams of stars that twinkle
placid… the surface …
not one ripple seen… though ‘neath
dark waters ~ sharks preen
Soft is the call of the night
She whispers to me in the rustle
of leaves ‘neath an ancient breeze
For time runs headlong into the chasm
~ lunging at moments already passed
manatee 'neath bridge
endangered species rebounds --
sighting evokes joy
*Entry for Carol Brown's Nature Haiku contest
Neath Fog's Face
Poetic Form: Villanelle
"Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing in the rain"
Drowning limbs taxes hanging balls, on chain
Snaps wide-eyed drying few, tense befalls lean
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Sun starved thins, yet sprigs warm in cellophane
Dubbed genes circles in, sketched lines its routine
Each angle decomposing in the rain
Playthings of the gods, thunder, lightning reign
Angels whispered mist, Heaven intervene
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
The grapes wrathful hue amuse the terrain
A rainbow struggles for space in between
Each angle decomposing in the rain
A ray of hope flickers o'er the domain
Alas, it sinks, darkness filters the scene
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Each angle decomposing in the rain
2021 May 12
*3rd Place*
Choose Your Form
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 May 13
fall before the snow
midnight's forest echoed sounds
footsteps cracking twigs
Our first kiss whetted my hunger and thirst
I was a budding rose at your first touch
Love bloomed in the garden for me that night
With such affection, my heart was unversed
Romance 'neath a full moon... there was so much
starlight.
Passion claimed my senses; our love extol,
I'd never known such glorious delight
You gave me strength when I needed a crutch
As if I had wings, my body and soul
Took flight.
November 6, 2020
Sara Kendrick's The Speaker Contest
Brazenly stared within the
irony of irrational horizons,
shadows colorlessly implanted on
an oasis of silent sand dunes - -
no footprints were visible in her wake,
tidal waves lilted in roaring disobedience
kinking temperaments' permanence,
reflective intimation no longer visible
beyond mirrors cruel unimportance
blindfolded in a peculiar fashion,
realities' ghostly animated particles
toppled under relevant significance
to the depths of modified senescence,
releasing disembodied spirit held its own
midst lofty persuasion's undulations,
nullified 'tween composition's banality
somewhere mid fantasy & ascertained ashes,
descent upon apparent illogicalness transpired as
transcendent lucidity mocked hazed transparency,
naked truths became clearer as they blurred into
ludicrous relinquishment 'tween rebellious renditions,
whilst flimsy breaths reprised figment's fanciful betrayal
Oft' I wonder if that old sycamore tree in the meadow yet stands,
Where as youth on languid summer days we sat holding hands;
And if our initials within a heart we engraved upon its ancient bole,
Have withstood the raging storms or, alas, hath time taken its toll.
There in our innocent youth we pledged our love for all eternity,
And etched upon our hearts that love and devotion for eviternity.
Love transcended the treacherous shoals of life through all these years;
Brought us untold joy, and yes, sustained us through our fears and tears.
Though our walk is a bit unsteady and our hair is now a silvery gray,
We still unabashedly hold each others hands and say "I love you" every day.
Lord, how I pray that old sycamore tree in the meadow yet stands,
Where our love blossomed on languid summer days as we sat holding hands.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Twas the morn when the moon's thousand candles..
Lit a path for Lily Valley... Away from the always ~
Shouting...Never-ending midnight's darkness storm...
When suddenly.....The easterly wind lay down...
His breathy lengthy hand... Aside her flushing dew
Afore the glowing forehead... Of the morning sun...
Whilst the clouds grazed high above... Pretending ~
Not to notice the willows near by... No longer weeping..
As all along... The forest trees stood tall nearby..
Betwixt the sway of their green and lusty rumors...
Whilst... The elder deeply rooted mountain...
Remained a crusty spur ~ Moaning his earthy tones...
Smoky Dreams ‘Neath Rainbow Rings
Oh, you are so cool,
opaquely bright,
clear prism shattering
true light
And you
red glowing sweat
condensed containment
flaming tears
Draw near to me
let me consume
your crystallized
angelic plume
I dare not
lest I extinguish
the molten core
of lava’s anguish
You fall into
a silent night
You rise upon
a roaring light
our lives
but aimless
wanderings
smoky dreams
‘neath
rainbow rings
©12/30/2017
submitted to STUNNED - Poetry Contest