Best Nother Poems
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
Another day soaked in the melody of your musical memories.
Breathless I seek, for a rosy gleam of morning glories,
cascading calming beams in tangerine tints, where~
dulcet dreams still linger over sun-kissed meadows,
engraved with clandestine seeds we’ve scattered across
fields of fireflies flaring childhood sagas woven with
glistening ink flowing in sapphire syllables, like
hypnotic hieroglyphics carved from tears left untold. Yet~
I ponder, what is heaven like, without me, by your side, do you still laugh,
joyously to the thoughts of how we swirled and twirled like
kindred spirits, lost in our own sacred spheres ricocheting with,
lyrical light, that emanated emerald euphoria..
Maybe, in the elysian castle, where you reside, angels would,
never let you forget promises we made beneath moonlit skies,
on the nights when the world too did abandon~
peacock-feathered peacefulness that we truly deserved, despite our,
quivering hearts, that beat in tune to the grief-struck stars…
Remember me, when fragrant flowers flourish in colors of~
soft mauve sunsets, we painted in butterfly brushstrokes.
Tonight, I’m listening to the waves whisper serene serenades,
unraveling sparkling tales of your seraphic realm in
violet verses, for I am still healing, alone, reminiscing,
wishing, someday, when every jewel in the horizon falls in~
xanthic streaks, like autumnal leaves, wilting to the absence of,
your loyal presence, I’ll find a canvas, to immortalize this love~
zestfully; while souvenirs of yesterday’s twilight twinkle, you remain the poem of my soul.
I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons.
SORRY, J. D.
G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland
R adiant warmth of Summer's sun shimmered over the trail
E mblazoned with clover, near a forested Wych Elm stand
A stonished at the scenic vista, my lofty imagination set sail
T raipsing across the North Sea, I was Captain in command
E lusive was the tailwind on my adventurous nautical escape
S cotland clamored for my return, 'Make haste. Hurry home!
C ast your notions upon the wind. Your spinnaker, undrape
A nother day will you play, when in illusory flight you roam
P erchance invite another dreamer and don your Tartan cape
E mbark upon a getaway beyond the heathered hills of loam'
Just where have the weeks gone
Another year has whizzed past
No New Years resolution, I'd only break it
Unless it’s to meet George Clooney
Ah fiddlesticks he’s married now!
Romance is off the cards
Yeah, but a girl can dream!
January Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
NB I have never made a New Year's Resolution, this is just a standing joke with my husband
1/1/19
I met her in the wake of night.
A tiny flake of gold,
traveling at the speed of light.
I dipped my plume, and
used her bright white on a canvas black,
mapped my way to her land.
Before I had another thought,
my heart racing,
gone this woman I sought.
On the following eve,
I returned to the blind spot
Hoping for a reprieve.
Nothing glowed not then,
not 'nother 'leven times, 'n still I tried,
but for not again
then above the silence of a scream
I heard a glow, saw a sound,
I felt a vision, a faceless dream.
It was my headless woman of yellow ore, my finely cut prism of glass,
With an inviting scent she beckoned me to taste her fast
Like a ray of sun I travelled through and to the other side I did pass.
From solid to a multicoloured arch, from half to whole,
and almost before it started, it ended,
a dark grey cloud, with lightning, thunder and soul
a lively pillow of moisture,
burst.
March 2 2016
armand
Our Seasons are a blessing, as they also represent
the cycle of life- and Spring is our symbol of Rebirth.
A nother Spring did come our way;
B egan late March, and day by day,
C ontinued to advance and urge
D ear Daffodils to soon emerge,
E nhancing scenes with pastel splash-
F orgetting drab of Winter's ash.
G reen life came forth with varied hues-
H ad driven Springtime's wakened muse
I nto a frenzy of rebirth.
J ump-started seeds, beneath the earth,
K indly spread Forsythia bloom;
L et Crocus sprout from Winter's tomb.
M agnolia blossoms, pink and white,
N ext painted days with pure delight.
O ur Spring brought Pansy's vivid shades,
P urple Iris, Sweet Pea cascades.
Q uick to grow, Anemones,
R ounded buds on Dogwood trees.
S lowly, Spring displayed her gems;
T iny Snowdrops danced on stems.
U nder bushes violets grew
V anishing bleak Winter's view,
W ith colors painting the new scene.
X anadu, our Springtime dream!
Y early blessings, seasons bring-
Z enith of each year- our Spring!
April 16, 2016 (revised 07/17/2020)
Contest: Share Your Blessings Poetically - Abecedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Another morning filled with sun
Beckons the mind to open where,
Clearing the cobwebs has begun,
Dreaming so many words to share.
Enjoy my tea and my muffins
For this is when I’m most at peace
Grab pen and paper, fun begins
Hoping a new poem will release.
Imbedded in my mind are words,
Just wish I could remember some!
Knocking around, but never heard
Laugh it off, someday they will come.
Many thoughts appear thru the night
Never found with the morning light!
A-n early morn has broken,
B-ringing light to Sunday;
E-vening rain disappears,
G-ray haze fades away.
A-nother dusk has turned
I-nto a break of new dawn;
L-et the twilight leave, as the shadows are gone.
A-llow your life to go on,
B-egin to move forward;
O-pen your bag January twenty-ninth,
N-o one evades the security
G-uard.
L ife
I ntroduces
V alues
E veryone
L oving
A nother
U nderstanding
G od's
H and
L ifts
O thers
V ictoriously
E verlasting
D-ay six in June early morn,
A-nother dawn is shining;
B-ad weather turns good,
I-nclement clime is
E-nding.
R-ise of the sun has begun,
A-fter the long lonely night;
L-ight from the wide blue sky is burning ever so bright.
Saddle old Brownie
A saddle on me old brown horse,
To ride away into the sunset,
Light swag on me old pack of course,
Nother horse called my Regret.
Carry flour for damper or tasty fried scones,
Sugar n tea, few spuds n onions,
Carry a stockwhip to flog off the dogs,
Or galahs with the loony some ones.
Camp every night by blazing fire light,
Out where the Coolabahs sway,
Dip water from the river and boil,
Gumleaf smelling tea today.
Seach for mussels at the waters edge,
Put him on the hook today,
Catch em a cod, good tucker by God,
Spit out the bones I may,
Protein n calcium hey….
Don Johnson 20-july-11
J-ust another day in delight,
U-nder the wide blue sky;
L-onely night has passed by,
I-t's a new flame shining high.
E-vening chill disappears, as the dusk has faded away;
T-wilight is nowhere in sight, as the morning birds chirp and play.
L-et my rhyme just create
A-nother day in pure delight;
C-omposed in serenity,
O-de of joy that I write.
S-un has begun to rise,
T-wenty-eighth day in July;
A-nother day in delight
L-ets the lane clear in the sky.
E-arly dawn has just broken, dark is nowhere to be found;
S-torm is not brewing to make you feel safe and sound.
S-hadows are all gone,
A-fter the moon goes away;
L-ight is burning bright
U-nder the break of
D-ay.
C-louds above don't gather,
A-ll haze and mist are gone;
P-oor visibility has turned
I-nto a beacon beneath the sun.
Y-our birth brings much mirth,
O-ffering fun left and right;
C-elebrate the occasion, just another day in delight.
Heard a soft sufting through the front door.
Must be 'nother telegram from Kentucky.
Never lived there. Never been there.
But God I bet it's beautiful.
Blue grass. Blue trees. Blue people.
I'll make it one day, I figure. Out of this trailer.
Out of this ditch.
Got a 'gram not two months ago from Kentucky.
Mother lives there now. Frail, worried. Probably blue.
Says it don't bother her I never visit.
Says she's sticking around. So I figure I have time.
Time to get to Kentucky. Time to be blue. Time for it all, I figure.
J ohn is back again on the same busy street corner
A nother year older, grayer, slower, sicker, shabbier
N ot poorer though; never had a penny in his pocket
U nder the worn cap, he still wears the familiar smile
A nd startles passers-by with the jarring, heartfelt song
R eminding them just how a man's luck can go wrong --
Y ou were gonna drop a few coins in his cup all along...
January 02, 2019
Entry in "January" (acrostic) contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Coocoon
butterflies so sweet a flying,
wafting lightly, floating there,
sometimes, mostly hypnotising,
life is short but death repairs,
coo coo cocoon is a waiting,
bug deciding time is right,
nother butterfly is a flying,
mother nature’s sweet delight.
Don Johnson
...
R-ise of the sun will begin,
A-fter the cold chill is over;
Y-our eyes will see the day to make you feel better.
B-ad weather will fade,
E-vening shadows will go;
R-aindrops will disappear,
N-ew dawn sees the morrow.
A-nother beacon will shine,
R-ed rays brighten the sky;
D-ay thirteenth October,
I-nclement clime passes by.
N-ight will turn into morn that will share the soft wind;
O-pen your heart to warmth, rise of the sun will begin.