Best Newness Poems
Washing away drab, dour and rotting elements,
falling rains cleanse our earth anew.
Sunlight returns to beam upon fresh, crisp nature.
I have begged the rain to pour newness on me,
but never does it heed my plea or grace my need.
Rain, I desperately beseech, please, as a cloud do burst
a purge of the thunderous fear, the stormy, stinging pain
and anxiety tidal waves continuously knocking me down.
The sun will never warm me with healing, soothing rays
if the rain never floods my concrete dam of depression,
freeing my life’s stream to flow with deep content.
Though the rain denies me relief, it keeps me company,
for its dark skies match my inner gray, dreary season
and give me proper reasons to shelter in isolation.
On rainy days, I may pretend that I’m part of life,
rather than a human drought of withering, mortal inertia.
I may even, fleetingly, allow myself to believe
the returning sun will spot the drenched me and,
in either mercy or love, revive, refresh and restore
my drowning, soggy spirit with rays of therapeutic warmth.
If only thunder would crack, roar and screech a demand
for skies to pour suicide ideology drops down in a loud,
rhythmic, lulling beat, such drops would, in time, evaporate
and I would realize the blessing of a true, deep, restful sleep.
opening the door
to the joy of forgiveness -
a glow fills my heart
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This light has dimmed among the stars
Flickering from up above seen from afar
With a heart crushed by an asteroid
Crumbling into pieces falling to the ground
Let the earth swallow them up and go on
Growing life within sprouting a new one
Tasting the new waters from the rain above
Letting the sun give the soul warmth and free love
Let not the fall crumble these leaves
Let not the winter be cold and freeze
Let the spring bring a newness of life
Let the summer travel without strife
Cast your sorrows away starting a new day
Place your faith up above and find love
A never ending Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
A new life given to all.
In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin, their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away
For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods
Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves
Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come
Out across the now no-fence pasture
Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies
White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost
Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground
The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time
Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere
Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep
Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing
Those dark deep woods encourage exploring
To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging
Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring
New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind
Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods
Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment
Now is the time to escape_be fresh new
Spring _bring on the novel
Summertime soothes and refreshes,
Softens our rough edges,
Lifts us from life’s dredges
And grants fresh feel meshes.
Spring announces time to go out
By popping newness all about.
Spring wakes all our senses
So we drop droopy defenses
And allow summer’s coming ways
To frolic cheer through our days.
Let us jump, run and swim,
Then do it all over again.
Sunshine romps with family
Enhance their love’s tapestry.
Sun playtime with friends
Grows memories that mend.
Summertime adventures
Seek anxieties surrender.
Peace and joy clenchers
Are spun by sun’s splendors.
Absorb summertime’s sun-fun sphere
To fortify hearts for another year.
thoughts words and deeds changed
mad wisdom or wise madness ...
Saul into saint Paul
"It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me" (Galatians 2:20)
30 January 2022
NEWNESS senryu Poetry Contest
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Popping bubble wrap
Taking in that new car smell
Grace, a fresh new start
I am dirty
I am a molded creature
A mammal
My heart is fixed
My body dirt, my body clay
I was made by the hands of a mighty, mighty KING
creator of ALL and EVERYTHING
I have a beating heart
Helps flow my beating parts
My heart is flesh
Yet my soul is spirit
I am dirty
I have a cold harden heart
Yet still beating
I am dirty
My heart is fixed
What's left
must I repent
O' Father, Abba Father
remold me, caress my stony heart
Kiss me Father breath into my nostrils parts
Redefine me, remold me into a newness of you
I am dirty
I am a molded creature
A mammal
My heart is fixed
My body dirt, my body clay
I was made by the hands of a mighty, mighty KING
creator of ALL and EVERYTHING
I have a beating heart
Helps flow my beating parts
My heart is flesh
Yet my soul is spirit
I am dirty
I have a cold harden heart
Yet still beating
I am dirty
Oh! God wash me
Hold me
Renew me and mold me
Maken unto me a renewed better image of you
A new start is always good
beginning afresh completely new
this opportunity came to me late
least expected it not having a clue
But when it came it was a thrill
to do my own thing in my time
using this time what I thought best
relaxing at peace life's a rhyme
An opportunity to enjoy nature's best
walking in the hills forever green
seeing the countryside at it's loveliest
such a sight so real to be seen
I could also read all I promised
to feast my eyes upon before
such history I hadn't known
now I could let my mind soar
To give more time to poetry
read and write to my hearts content
write real images in your mind
blessed is this for it's divinely meant
(This is based on my new life of early retirement which began four years ago.)
our Spring was a whirlwind of newness
learning our emotions
exploring the worlds we were
that had left their long-held orbits
as we began a dance among the stars
in each other's arms spinning thru galaxies
never losing the gravity in each other's eyes
we then burst into the fullness of Summer
idle days as companions upon a trail
each step brought us deeper into fruition
a fullness of an accrued life
we had reaped the orchards offerings
swung the scythe in union
as fields of wants and needs were harvested
now we sit on a bench
as everything begins to come to rest
it is our Autumn
holding your hand, the age spots
are now a part of what was pure alabaster
still, the precious cup
my cheek holds in reverence
when you guide my gaze into yours
the skin has folded a bit
here and there
condensing years of accruing love
pouring inward to an ever-growing heart
time has been good to us
a love that has grown deeper
its roots match the canopy
joy hangs from the branches
rooted in the happiness below
we are the strong oak
a love was borne in a single acorn
what we have is the most precious gift
our singularity in the devotion we have
for each other
what we share deepest in those roots
is knowing these seasons are but
life in the garden to come
there are still times when our lips meet
i have those butterflies
still, times as i peer thru those roses
you grace our special evening meal with
you are red and i am pink
i skip a breath
the heart races an extra beat
i breathe in the potpourri she has become
i still read to her poetry on that bench
where we first began
i have never wavered in my intent
each poem has but one purpose
to win her heart, again and again
the never-ending story of my love for her
children still lost in the magic
2/1/19 Kismet
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and extraordinary part of the lives we live. ? Nora Roberts, Charmed
A Spring day brings new, new hopes and desires
Newness of fresh green grass with lambs frolicking upon
Butterflies hovering their silken wings seemingly on fire
With the quickness of their beat as they wait their turn
to drink the nectar of life that they yearn
A Spring day brings freshness, which your body requires
to bring about love, revive the emotions within,
to see and hear the birds as they sing like a choir.
So many flowers to stop and admire it's a sin
to not dwell and relish the perfume and beauty within.
Penned 28 April 2014
Sometimes I miss
the way you used to ask for a kiss.
The way you'd gaze n my eyes.
And see past the lies.
The words you used to say,
Like tell me how pretty I am today.
How much do I mean to you?
Seems like anymore I don't have a clue.
The sweetness, no more.
Because now its just like what for?
After Two lovely years.
We've changed gears.
Newness has escaped.
over us love has been draped.
Keeping us together,
Always and forever.
We know all of each others secrets.
The ones down the deepest.
When we're together we get bored.
Staring at a blank door.
You play games while I sleep.
Silence without a peep.
Yeah sure nothing's new.
We've done this a time or two
... Or a few.
The point is now that i know the darkest the deepest...
Of all of your secrets.
I can truly appreciate who you are,
This is why I made you my morning star.
I don't care if we stare at a wall
I genuinely cherish the moments we do absolutely nothing at all.
Just fast away in my dreams, in your arms.
Away from all harm.
The sentimental type of feeling.
The one that got me to start believing,
That love could be a happy ever after.
Maybe had some tears, but more laughter.
That's why I don't mind.
Get comfortable relax and unwind.
Nothing more we have to find.
Because we have the worlds greatest treasure.
Something that can't be measured.
You've got yours
And I've got mine.
No more waitin in line.
Because from the start
you stole my heart
And Now baby,
nothing will
Ever tear us apart.
And all that flows,
Even through what should be fatal blows.
Is love on the end of cupid's little arrows.
So even though I miss the newness.
And all the sweet things you used to do
This love is rare.
This love is true
It belongs to me.
It belongs to you.
Light
Expands
Landing on
Dawn of newness
Chartreuse trimmed landscape
Spring gifts unwrap
Pastel graced
Bouquet
Lawn
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Little baby boy
You have arrived with smiles ~ cries
Diapers ~ bottles
Date Written:2/8/2022
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