Best Peyton Poems
Dear Carolyn:
Another letter from another tour
In this place in the sand they call Helmand
This will be my last, for you can be sure
To never look back on these Afghan lands
Dear James:
It's been so long since I've felt your embrace
Studied the constellations through your eyes
Found joy in the manly features of your face
Or recovered from our last sad goodbyes
Dear Carolyn:
Another two lost, one was my best friend
Before it's me, I pray my leave is soon
My heart is crying out, my hopes descend
Is tomorrow my day, in deathly strewn
Dear James:
I've been praying so hard; surely you're safe
The son I carry will have his Dad's smile
I don't think God would orphan our young waif
You must walk through our door in a short while
Dear Carolyn:
The joy in your letter, mother to be
Me a father, soon to be homeward bound
Grow with my kin in the land of the free
To thrive in peace on American ground
Dear James:
I think our boy will be a football star
Perhaps he’s sending a message to Dad
Like Peyton and Eli he’s thrusting hard
To have you and him here, I’ll be so glad
Dear Carolyn:
As James was preparing to say goodbye
Boarding the chopper to take him your way
Enemy aircraft dropped bombs from the sky
I regret to say this was James’ last day
Commanding Officer Brannigan
U.S. Armed Forces, Afghanistan
The naysayers said Manning was too old,
And under Brady's pressure he would fold.
But Peyton proved 'em wrong,
And came through very strong!
Manning out-gunned Brady and caught him cold!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
GOOOOO BRONCOS!!!!!!!!!
Finished before start
Colts fans leap from Bandwagon
Peyton Manning's hurt
Lavender Grace
A soft mist proceeds through the silent hill
The decor of a plush carpet nestled by my feet
Shadows reflect the doorway along the empty room
We all see through a tiny lens among the fallen dew
Some say that we have bitten off more then we could chew
It's a place filled with lavender grace or leave a trace
Soft pillows erected in the pillars fastened on the monument of my heart
A whisper calls me to a place of far away illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on a long awaited vacation
An angelic frenzy lights the dim flame to egnite my heart
Lavender grace spread out over this Peyton place
Hearts have been broken only to discover another trace
With mystic dew spread out upon the cobwebs
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough
A whole host of choral singers exchange their vows
Inside we tend to hide beneath the hidden garb of compromise
Sweet fragrance of joy I send to all those willing to accept the message
With long lines being formed out in the public view
A new duration to spread the love of the lavender grace spread out a new
As fresh as the fallen snow we could help others in their distress
Shape through the trees a melted breeze will soon to impact
A heart saturated with the truth of love to withstand the test of time
Bow your heads to receive the message of love sent from above
Ella is overjoyed when her friend Peyton comes to play
They have a special bond; it has always been that way
You’ll find them having fun together on a sunny day
Playing in the park where on the swings they’ll sway
When Ella has a sleepover then Peyton comes to stay
The last time it was special as it was on her birthday
They have a secret code but mummy knows the things they say
If Ella says a certain special word then Peyton must obey!
Ella says he’s her boyfriend and they will get wed one day
Nick is saving hard for their wedding, as he’ll have bills to pay!
Fictional write based on photo
Laura Loo’s contest Personal Memories Monorhyme II
05~26~16
{How we play soccer}
"Peyton!"
I call out, voice horse from all the yelling.
I left him for one minute, and he was gone!
Silly puppy, he doesn’t know what he's doing.
He just wants to run an play.
“Peyton!"
I call out once again.
Nothing.
I'm getting a bad feeling about this a really really bad feeling.
All would be lost if I lost him.
I would just lock myself in a room.
But Again I call out his name.
And again.
Nothing.
No rustling of leaves that tells me he's coming.
Just my heart, sinking.
And this stupid sore throat.
"Peyton!"
Still nothing.
Running down the road I trip and fall.
So I get up, not feeling the blood running down my face.
I search far and wide.
Always calling his name.
"Peyton!"
There's no where else to go.
I go back to the yard and grab my soccer ball.
I start kicking my frustration out .
Then I hear him.
"Peyton!'
I cry out his name with a different tone.
He smiles a doggy smile while jumping up on me.
I don't care about he mud this time.
I hold him tight.
He's fighting for freedom.
Released.
He looks at me, his eyes saying.
"Lets play soccer"
I agree.
But first he licks my face clean of the blood.
We play a good game.
But I know he let me win.
Some our very eager perplexed swept within
Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?
That inner struggle within/
To remain attached to the vine sublime
We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold
We then read books based on logic & get trapped within
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For some,
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?
Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;
The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced
For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?
The inner struggle.
Like cats and dogs they love and fight
Then giggle through the beam of night…
Ellie plans a game, how fun and right
Along the grass where moon shines bright,
When naughty cousins fly a kite
Its tassels blazing, red to white;
As Peyton holds the strings real tight.
The wind dives low with forceful might
Kids tumbling like their toy’s low height.
Suddenly, a rush brings them fright
Is it a creature dark or light?
Without thought, they run from the site
Into the yard, the gang on flight;
Inflaming laughter, what a sprite!
Personal Memories Monorhyme II
Contest of Laura Loo 6/14/1016
“Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive,
you have to watch out for.” Grace Metalious, Peyton Place
THE FOURTH FLOOR OF NOWHERE
The back room on the 4th floor of nowhere,
nowhere but our love, hidden from the lips
of those hustlers and backbiting peasants.
Spring to Winter, we’d get our kicks and kips.
We’d stash water bottles, cash and her
stare, where no one would bother to look.
Her blackmail ended our tryst and her life.
We played her game but not by her book.
We knew one day they’d go room to room,
key in hand, a skeleton to find, no remorse.
We’d have goosebumps near each other
but be careful to keep our eyes off course.
Forever is a long time of regret and forget.
A tongue that dared to cross our path, so
unimportant, forgotten, a regrettable life.
A backroom hush but a ghostly shadow.
We don’t dare recollect our lust of youth.
The handholding, the kiss, rose petals in bed.
We are unhappily married to our secrets.
Life in Peyton Place is to keep promises dead.
9/8/2020
Craig Cornish’s The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
My ten year old daughter Ella wrote her very first poem about her best friend Peyton. She wrote this all by HERSELF :)
P enguins we like together
E ager to show me something new
Y oung when we met
T ogether with him forever
O pen to me all the time
N othing compares to my “P”
Written By: Ella Rose
Date Written: February 18, 2016
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
When I looked into your eyes I knew you were the one
Love was the essence of my mere existence
Those walks in the park all alone
We were both holding are own
Sweet kisses and the poems would flow
Yet in a vision you take me away to a beautiful place
Where kings and queens hold there own in the scene
I used to dream of far off places certain traces
You were always there in my arms
Your eyes would twinkle in the sun having fun
Now all the years have passed having every reason to grasp
The truest love that I ever knew
Perhaps I have bitten off far more then I could chew
Together forever no matter what the weather
When I go to a show or a club you will be by my side
Friends that want to run away to hide
Many as of late watch as things slide
No you are the woman that I adore
love in the purest taste not some Peyton Place
we have come this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when my hands on the plow
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey
I'm going to be the man that takes home the money
Nothing phoney just you & I
listening to music that sets us free from the likes of Stevie B
Lavert & Kenny G taking our love to places that see
Not to mention Al Green man all those people would scream
Luther Vandross & Barry White taking us through the night
man they don't make music like they used to
at last the latest trend was a Rooster
Girl I'm going to take you higher then ever before
lest I implore another open door
you will see in time we shall shine
she dances on a ring of fire yet throws off its challenge with a shrug
folks today sweep old school underneath the rug
But I got to keep it real where others insist being no big deal
Your the one for me the woman I adore
I dedicate my life to you always until the end my baby & love
I saw a movie the other day,
made back in fifty seven:
This was when I was very young,
not much more than eleven.
The setting was a New England town,
and It was considered obscene at the time.
A romantic story called Peyton Place -
with no profanity, no nudity, and little crime.
As I watched, I began to think:
"My God" how far we've gone,
from opinion then, to opinion now, -
Have our hearts turned into stone?
It has been a mere fifty years,
this sobering contrast with the past.
How swift our journey to the sewer:
Will God's judjment come as fast?
It seems we've lost all restraint,
nothing is condemned as taboo.
Was the hippie era such a shock
that no kind of filth seems askew?
Can we hope for that rare repentence,
as ancient Ninevah realized:
or, have we lost all sense of decency,
which resulted in Sodom's demise?
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Jonah3:10 - "they turned from their wicked
ways, and the Lord spared Ninevah.
Genesis19:24 - the Lord rained fire
upon Sodom.
Lionel
There is a dividing line between the chasm fault
Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?
Clearer heads have prevailed yet
There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?
Yet the heart from within will surface again
Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss
In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor
Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?
Be Not Afraid
When you are going through the trials of life
Lift up your hands to the sky
A whisper in your ear may taunt you to give up
Still be not afraid he goes ahead of you
To prepare a special place
Amidst the real Peyton place your living in
Cherish the love sent from above
A beacon of hope to a hurting world in need
To touch the very hem on his garment
The prison cell will be opened
The flood gates of heavenly beauty rush in
Piercing hearts of resistance to be silenced
At the very mention of his name Jesus
Take his hand to the ocean of fellowship
Walk in the real desire of truth seasoned with salt
Relax and breath in the delight of his word
One can claim their unique destiny among his presence
When you walk through the desert he is there
When your in prison with out hope he is there
He will never leave you nor will he ever forsake you