Best Reeds Poems
For some of us, the dream of love
is tender as a seed
which, sown in fertile hopeful minds,
grows common as a reed.
A stalwart grass, with no rare scent;
no fancy blooms to see;
no passion’s rose, it merely stands
with nothing grand to be.
It shelters me, this simple reed
that slightly bends in breeze.
But winds of lust I do not feel,
to bring me to my knees.
And taste of bliss I do not know;
I dream the fantasy,
for fertile minds can still create
a rose through poetry.
Strand Completely New(6),Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Two reeds at water's edge, siblings
in size and suppleness, fend in wind their
all but invisible life, as miraculous as yours,
or my own: their 'Watcher in the Rye"? No!--
but surely the Watcher in the Sky, who
made their delicate life, and ours. Shall take
a knife from within its sheath, cordon,
and fashion a festive braid for a funeral wreath
while wind sings for all us careless things
of accidental beauty, resigned to the eye-
less blind that do not see us?
CHRISTMAS IN THE PLAIN OF REEDS
Three on isolated holiday;
Cambodia on the horizon.
The reeds sway in the wind,
rippling like drifting snow,
their touch a ringing bell.
So close to the Border,
so far from Christmas,
so far from home.
.
Wind, sly wind
Brush over the shore
Sweep the leaves
Stones, water
Whistle over the lilies
And rattle the reeds
… the reeds bend the wind
G. Milev
where the blue is a mirage
for the forehead bent
the man is undressed
and dry soil drops out of his lips
the sadness is an illusion for those ones
who clench the shores with their teeth
and the articulated reeds swing…
I had become the slender reed
that bent to curve but never broke
a hollow echo of time
that thrilled my veins
(and now haunts my eyes)
and was sung,
as roots of knowledge dug deep,
but with a finding of ground
they eased closer to my heart
with limbs of grace
and foreign hands
I had wandered,
the face of the earth
but I return
to bend ever lower
in giving thanks,
I am a hollow reed
now streaming on the sound
of a whole world,
still singing its own song
in an a cappella of time
The bamboo reeds away in the
elusive wind,
as the sun rolls down on the country side,
The townspeople look on with pride.
upon the lily pad
a bullfrog -
reeds dance
Strings and reeds
Is what it needs
Bassy sounds
and a
Groovy beat
A conducter
to give
Direction
The right singers
to collaborate
So we can
do our thing
and
Celebrate
Get it right
a classic
Composition
Been sung
Many times
In ever position
Make it mine
That's a singers
Mission
Perfect harmonies
and grooves
The right melody
To make you listen
Caught the beat
Put your all into it
Make it mine
Don't ruin it
Sing it right
From
Intro
To
Verse
The right chorus
Make you think
I sung it first
Genre to genre
Era to era
This one's been
Took the song
Made it my friend
Introduced it
To creative people
Made it a priority
To make sing it for
All people
Conducted said
Yeah let's do it
Happy that I am
Included
Make it bassy Baby
The songtress said
The kinda sounds
You can't get out your
Head
Like the standard
The remix too
Made ah dance hall khutt
With a bassy groove
Makes you bouce and
Boogie makes your
Body move
My favorite part is the
Strings
We used them in the
Love song
With same name
We changed the name
For the audience
A jam with soothing
Soul help ya'll
To get in a mood
To do your thang
Let say
I love
I'm gonna be
What you want me
To be
Get you right
So you can
Do the same
For me
Love me like
My lover
Treat me like
A Queen
Pay attention to
My wants
I'll satisfy your needs
Woman keep me
In perspective
Having you mine
Is my only
Objective
Spirits, they exist, maybe only in the mind.
But does that mean they don't exist.
An orchestra sounds
As the wind blows across the waters
Every pitch is thrown and bounces
Around the heart of the sick lover
Pining in remembrance of a lovely voice
Who had no love for him
And his constancy to gain her
Drove her to change her identity
As he searched her out
Among the fields, valleys and streams
He heard her singing
He saw her body dancing in the wind
And he found her yet knew it not
He bruised her ignorantly
Cut her off from the earth
He made her whole again
And tying her together
He sits and holds her
He kisses her
And lies with her every night
But he never realizes his dream
Though he receives consolation
As he plays the band of reeds
She cries under his breath
As she regrets her deceit
Only now to be in his arms
Bound by him and to him
She will be all he desired
As he is solaced and she weeps
They make beautiful music together
Harmony
All reeds are not tuned
Chaotic
Field of Reeds is a heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. Ka of the Nile.
Ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart.
Upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurs.
I drank from the cup of His salvation and entered in
while the sun drank me and poured me out
I stood in the silence of time with my heels down
weighing out the world I measured my breath,
and found it to be good. It is there that I understood
that Aaru fields of reeds is a golden healing place
that I could go to when I needed to be comforted;
I walked in with my shield and sword lifted high
shuffling through the reeds with my tender feet
not a blade of grass stirred not a single sound incurred
as my vision blurred, I dropped all my weapons
all my masks and facades for an ounce of Honesty;
I took my first sip of life at the cusp of death
and realized it was not I who named me Great Warrior
it was Osiris, as He pressed the Ankh to my forehead
my third eye opened and what I saw was a man with a heart of Gold.
Set sail in feathered ships.
Guided by shattered stars and bent sextants.
A little white tempest becomes a black water witch.
Hatched from a devil's chrysalis.
Sails are whipped and torn in half.
Fashion a crucifix from a broken mast.
Souls churn upon Poseidon's spitz.
Slothful morning arrives.
Amidst the frothy angel tide.
An armada of prayers ignites.
Unable to buoy any sign of life.
The last candle flickers in the reeds.
Search and rescue throttles down to recovery.
E'er the mists about the reeds
Retell of terror and ghastly deeds
The headless omen that wanders yon
The moonless shadows that fright the fawn
And gloom the meadow and grove beyon'
The slight weeping upon the breeze
The gaping maw betwixt the trees
The silver rill and naked chill
That glimmer and run down a broken hill
Where writhing shadows accost the sky
And blame the dusk for where they lie
For in the light they find no grave
For fear of night, never delved, -
Nor ritual spell their souls might save
Left to desecrate a verdant wood
Before the crying bowers the gawkers stood
The youngest screams seem turned to tears
In eyes and hearts and whelming fears
Cowards fell where courage made charge
Too late, too late by such wide a marge
They left them there, they could not bear
E'en their own blood could not drive them ere
And though the moon would have his head
Selene in wrath marked the children dead
And cursed the grove and the little town
That listened well whilst he cut them down
And bade them delve hallowed graves
But none such from such cowardly knaves
Nor mattock lifted, nor earth sifted
Nor spade, hence apace no curse lifted
Bleeding hearts doth mark the maw
The crow, the raven, doth caw and caw
Through the night and to the dawn
Hark sleepless cowards, ye curtains drawn
As barren as the desert, tears
No children's laughter heard in years
Nor fruitful harvest, nor answered prayers
Nor fortune weeping where cowards dare
Not lift the shroud of woven fear
The frail threads they hold so dear
Their own lives before others
Rueful kin, sisters, brothers
For whom the years have made so bitter
For the pulse would cease atwitter
And lay thee there bereft of graves
Nor painted upon the picket staves
Sorrow masks nor paltry remittance paid
At last ye layest in the beds ye made
Not one is left that draws a breath
Forever in grapple with their children's death
Never shall the innocents rest?
Never shall the guilty, by divine behest!
But lift each child to such godly height
That they may forever rest in eternal night