Best Rambled Poems
To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....
Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old tears appeared and newly swelled.
In and out, snow to house, young you and me in tender years
of igloos, snowmen, skating, snow ball laughing and fighting,
in animal mittens Mama knitted and snow suits tightly snug.
On some far stage, I feel sure we are still close and at play,
but today I have no smile to curl, just winter’s bleak weight
from tons of missing and reminiscing for my ill, lost brother.
Climbing a hill covered in deep snow reminded me how thick
my own thoughts were sadness bogged, of love now long gone
that was once joyously caught and I swear that hill mocked me.
My legs moved on their own accord as memories of other hills
caught my heart and held it painfully, eloquently still-scored.
Looking up as though Daddy could see me, remember with me
the hand holding and hill rolling he showed me decades ago
as his delight from falling snow created and molded my own.
Years later it was my son’s hand he held, watching icicles melt
while from a distance I watched their silence spill laughter
and their sled fly hills, growing a bond now many winters gone.
At hills peak, I felt my aches that winter etched as pains’ crafter.
Memories where finality marks each season, hurt me most of all.
Categories:
rambled, brother, childhood, dad, death,
Form:
Free verse
In a valley where our hands etched the moon
Through luster of nightfall’s October veil;
We shared confidences through hazed monsoon
As I rambled on, keeping each detail
Of common views…angels, books, a jazz tune
While a serenade for two charmed night’s grail,
Igniting warmth with his presence everyday…
Slowly, we knew this was destiny’s way.
Through persistent journeys, time clasped one spark
Enshrining three years graced by light above,
A pledge to remain steadfast, to embark
On endless devotion crowned by flamed love.
Again, he offered eternity’s mark,
That would seal our vow like heaven’s white dove
And my moist eyes glistened just like before,
“Dear one, fate shall lead us to evermore.”
Love Story Contest For Silent One
Form of Rhyme: Ottava Rima
Re-submitted 11/3/2017
Categories:
rambled, destiny, love, time,
Form:
Rhyme
I spoke into the microphone, as tears interrupted my speech
The dread of public speaking, overcame me, like hearing a screech
Then I sort of rambled on, probably too fast for others to understand
In the background, the lake waves rolled in and lapped the land
The waves were easier to listen to, than my own words in the air
All the people in front of me standing in time, looking at me here
It is nice to be heard with significant things, but this is not my way
I’d rather have a pen in hand to be writing all that I have to say
Although, even with a speech with words stumbling and a few tears
It is to be remembered and was not nearly as bad as I feared
For all went well, as the weather delivered a perfect sunny day
Blue skies, slight breeze, lake filled with fun, all clouds drifting away
A cleansing, a commitment, verified in a speech to last forever more
As the smiles spread across faces and the lake waves lapped the shore
Heidi Sands
7/30/17
Categories:
rambled, celebration, change, water, words,
Form:
Sonnet
I have had many joyful dreams in my childhood,
but I recall some very emotional too;
and I would tell them all out loud in make-believe,
playing make-believe was something I loved to do.
I rambled on for hours and hours, hours,
and a writer was blooming in my re-telling;
but one dream I kept secret and close to my heart,
in the dream I heard drums beating and a black horse.
In this dream Black Star was my war horse majestic,
and I- an Indian princess and warrior;
I fought for the rights of my people the Ojibwe,
I battled to keep our lands and our waters safe.
But, it was only the dream of an Ojibwe child;
now truth is- that Canada is disappearing.
_____________________________
April 17, 2019
Poetry/Verse/My Horse Black Star
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1135-392-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Poem of the Day - April 19, 2019
Categories:
rambled, childhood, dream,
Form:
Verse
I've focused on this evening
For near a fortnight now
Each element planned to perfection
Every detail intended to wow
I admit that in the past
My efforts have been wanting
To pack my feelings to a single night
At the very least was daunting
But not this time I was proud to say
I would dazzle her every sense
A night complete with all her favorites
Sparing no expense
With a rose in my teeth, two goblets in hand
and attired in a rented tux
She passed me bye, slumped on the couch
and rambled of how her job sucks
I offered some wine, she said "not tonight
This day has left me too tired
I must review these reports, then get some rest
Or tomorrow I'll surely be fired"
As I watched her wearily climb the stairs
I felt a wave of somber dismay
I extinguished all the candle light
and sent the cellist away.
As I gazed at all my wasted effort
I felt an angry rush
She didn't acknowledge the time I had spent
Just left me alone in the hush
As hours passed I realized
My anger was surely misplaced
I remembered that smile she shows only to me
and all of my pain was erased
I went upstairs to check on my sweet.
and give what support I could
If I could reach inside and relieve her stress
God knows I certainly would
Atop our pedal covered bed
In a state of grace she slept
Clutching the poem I had left on her pillow
still soaked with the tears she had wept
I placed a blanket upon her
and wiped away her tear
then closed my eyes to imagine
How to dazzle my love next year.
Categories:
rambled, me, time,
Form:
Rhyme
The Day The Dog Died
The very day her dog had died ;
she sat alone and cried and cried.
He'd been her companion for many a day ;
she thought he'd be there when SHE went away.
She wept and wept all through the night ;
somehow, her husband would make it all right.
They got in the car and went to the pound ;
she, so discouraged, just looked at the ground.
"Pick out another", her old husband said ;
"You have to face it, your boy dog is dead."
Then the old lady walked slowly outside ;
tears rolled down her face, she wanted to hide.
Up rambled an old dog, a female was she ;
crawled into their car, as bold as could be.
The dog sat patiently waiting there ;
not moving a muscle, going nowhere.
"She just picked us out !", the old lady cried ;
"I thought I'd have no friend till' the day I died."
Now both the old girls sit in a chair;
discussing the world and going nowhere.
That little dog had a very sad past ;
now, she has someone to love her, at last.
She's given the dog a name, Dee Dee,
she listens intently, her chin on Mom's knee.
They pass the long hours being together;
in rain or snow, through all kinds of weather.
So, if this is a "dog's life", lucky is she;
there's just not a better place to be.
Perhaps they will leave on the very same day,
for, to each, there is no other possible way.
I think of them often....they'r gone from this earth;
I'm nearing her age and I not nearly her worth.
Although. three little dogs sit on my bed;
listening and playing and tilting their heads,
at each and everything I say;
like it was important in some sort of way.
I understand the importance of each little creature ;
to someone, somewhere, for they are the teachers.
Categories:
rambled, animals, love, day, husband,
Form:
Couplet
In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of the mental unconscious mind, then free fallen into
The waves of insecurity, rescued by mine own self
Sustaining life preserver, called survival.
Line by line I’ve written into my life journal, leaving a
Legacy behind me worth preservation’s finest gilding,
Bound are these pages of mine existence with love,
Tenderness, and freshly cut rose petals, of remembrance.
Reflected in the cover of my life book, are the joyous
Faces of those whom loved me beyond words of
Expressions comprehension, without emotions tears
For they celebrate my life, not with sorrows regrets
But with prides respect and honor.
Through hell’s fire I’ve rambled and traveled, being
Tested by friend and foe alike, but I’ve lifted myself
Beyond the flames of reality, bathing within the warmth
Of a divine faith of loves power everlasting.
I’ve been given the spark of the eternal, it breathes
Within me, it drives my spiritual being, to over come
Ignorance, intolerance and ambience sloth of spirit.
At times I’ve been tempted to dance, against the flame
That flickers in the night, teasing me, taunting me,
To choose wrong or right, but mine feet stood stead
Fast, yielding only in my secret world of dreams escape.
Yes I’ve mused amongst the fantasy realm,
Flying, soaring into the abyss of illusions mirrors,
Clashing as a bird smacking at the glass of reality,
But I’ve awakened wiser, a soldier better prepared
For the battle known as life.
In this journal I bequeath all that is the best of myself,
To those for whom I’ve touched, and in memories moments
Of stilled realization that I’ve gone, dare let no tears blind
Thine vision let no words of sorrow spill from your trembling
Lips just do me the one last favor for which I ask of thee,
Simply look upwards, and smile.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
rambled, adventure, art, history, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
We fondly strolled through languid ways
And rambled on without goodbyes;
On cool and moonlit autumn days
That held a glimpse of paradise .
Bewitched by evening's lucent beams
He told me I was ever fair--
That mirrors all our lifetime dreams
While tucking ribbons in my hair.
Time lit love's candle in my heart,
Although I vaguely heard his sighs
Enkindling flames that we won't part;
Retracing oceans in my eyes :
Yet journeys he had known, afar
Unsure of betrothed vows, our plan:
This oath circling on his lone star
But wait I must, dear pilot man.
.....................................
Premiere I - Open: Rob Carmack's Contest
Resubmitted 12/26/ 2016
Inspired by the Line 'Vapor Trail Dreams, From Paper Airplanes'
Title Of Poem Shortened--- Pic included
Categories:
rambled, absence, flying, for him,
Form:
Quatrain
For what shall come of morning tides
Pure heart so fine in charcoal skies
of breath my mind does see
This captured feeling locked inside,
alone as to believe
For what shall come of morning tides
along the wish filled shore
In seashell decorated time,
to want a little more
What sent this ship of harbor dreams
to sail a course so lost
As currents bide my every whim,
now simplified the cost
When once the sunrise happiness
did take a weathered turn
For but a few words offered up
in lessons I have learned
My sails, the moon’s reflective light
aglow an empty grin
Atop the wave’s deserted flight
to want this love again
For this shall be my journey true
in aimless rambled roam
If I have not the love of you
I sail these seas alone
Of courses kept in lock and key,
where island beaches call
Upon this deck on bended knee,
the darkness comes to fall
As life shall raise its mighty hand
of you that I do seek
Collapsing firm upon this man
in testament so weak
Come set these chains that hold me tight,
my body craves the pain
As on these seas of bright moon light,
I cry within the rain
When minutes dance and hours pass,
I plead to desperate skies
Explain to me how this can be
in scenes before my eyes
Take me home, my heart does scream,
begin these days anew
My life it lives a wayward dream
with out the love of you
Categories:
rambled, lost love, ocean, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
I played the flute for a rampaging elephant
she hesitated then flashed a forlorn tusk
and rambled on...
She trampled a greed pocked society
gored its steel hook wielding keeper
and his forty-year reign of chained isolation.
Men with rifles arrived, expert at finalizing freedom.
It took 200 bullets, give or take, to bend her ancient knee.
She trumpeted to her kin, long ago marked for death...
profits cut away from their gray mountain heads.
I played an Ivory flute for an angel elephant
as she slid into the mist of a sunflower ascension.
Categories:
rambled, absence,
Form:
Free verse
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.6.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
Categories:
rambled, beauty, dark, imagination,
Form:
Blank verse
It being a holiday, with friends, I went to chill out
In a gregarious company, partying was sheer fun
After a heavy booze, my first-time experience,
I fell flat, plunging into deep sleep and dreaming away
In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A tropical island with a magical spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bird of Paradise, Plumeria and jasmine
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and tall growing grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As Nature, thus unveiled her bounty before,
My fancy, unfettered took to wings.
I loved my sway over that fairy land
With treasures galore that none could claim
But how suddenly loomed an unwelcome thought
That dampened my spirits and stole my joy
“Will I ever be able to see my folks
To be enmeshed once more in a warm embrace”?
Longingly I looked for a ship skimming the sea
To carry me back to my native land
To get united with all my loved ones
To live a life ever, as lived before
Like a marooned sailor, desperate, as I cried
To alert the ship that sailed away
I heard distinct my husband’s anxious query
“Darling, what made you scream so loud”???
Categories:
rambled, appreciation, confusion, dream, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain,
For now, I heard the squelch of death again,
It had echoed from my emptied inkwells,
As dying words crept from a mind that quells,
Pilfered hands scrawl at piles for hopeful hints,
A gleam, as much as a sign to convince,
A broked stopped clock reminds that time does not,
And a muted bird still has what its got,
Rambled eyes of a place in disguises,
Shadows grow as my heart vaporizes,
My rhythmless moves just proved my resolve,
I heard the squelch of death again, evolve.
2019 September 14
Categories:
rambled, allegory, analogy, fate, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
A Shining Afterglow
we have rambled together
along the Ganges river
just you and me
gazing at each other
we have trodden together
the streets of Bombay
through narrow
tortuous lanes
goading each other
we have sauntered together
along the Delhi boulevard
eyeing each other
and some of the wonders
of the world
we have ambled together
along the snow-capped hills
of Kashmir hand in hand
skating down the snowy slopes
we have ascended together
the steep Tripura hills
laid with thorns
pulling up each other
we have braved together
the desert of Arabia
strolling side by side
under the torrid sky
till our throat had run dry
we have explored together
the Kenyan reserve forest
with its wild fauna
breezing together
with our lips fondling each other
we have roamed together
in British public parks
meandering amidst marvellous
alleys of red roses
vying with envy
at cherry blossoms
and inhaled their intoxicating scent
we have swum together
in the cerulean waters
of the Mauritian shores
with the setting sun
reflecting its pink afterglow
on the leisurely undulating waves
where we lay in close embrace
atop ivory sands.
we have for so long
shared the same roof
during the summer
of love and care
when the salutary
shine of the salubrious sun
illumined our lives
during the winter
of dark despair
when woeful wild winds
threatened to blow down
the façade of our home
we have for so long
been duty-bound
caring for each other
since the break of day
during the sweet glow of the day
at the dim twilight hours
during the darkness of night
we have for so long
seamlessly shared
our joys and sorrows
our fears and hopes
our pains and pleasures
our daydreams and nightmares
now that the autumn of our life
life Is at close
let the afterglow
of our love linger on and on
shining until will last our breath.
Categories:
rambled, feelings, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I carried my heart far from home on a quest
for love. Feeling like a well gone dry, I yearned
to fill an emptiness and rambled to find rest.
I sought solace in strangers, all my love spurned.
For years, I searched faces and hopeless city
streets, lonely sidewalks rolling out before me.
After wasted time far behind and miles roamed,
I learned my heart ached for who waited back home.
Categories:
rambled, absence,
Form:
Rispetto