Best Reen Poems
Here’s to the travellers,
the passengers, the tourists
who trek this alien landscape
in search of experience.
Here’s to the resilient,
the adaptable, the survivors
who chose uneven ground
and made a path for others.
Here’s to the dreamers,
the poets, the believers
who see the cosmic cycles
of life, death and rebirth.
Here’s to the family,
the siblings, the bonds
that protect and comfort
because love is never lost.
Here’s a rose for Rita,
for Les, for Reen, for Mom
and all the souls we’ve lost
who have gone home again.
For we are the aliens,
not of this Earth, interlopers,
we belong to eternity
and to eternity we shall return.
NOTE:
Last night, Aug 20, 2019 my sister Rita Rose (her married name) lost her battle with leukemia and kidney disease, passing behind the curtain peacefully, joyfully returning to her husband Les whom she lost just nine months ago. Our mother passed only two months ago at the age of 92 while my brother's wife Reen died in April of 2018. Please send your love to Rita's daughter Heather and her grandchildren.
A lways seeking the light, a beacon in the dark,
B oldly facing challenges, leaving a lasting mark.
C reating dreams in the canvas of the sky,
D ancing with the stars, reaching new highs.
E ternal hills, majestic and grand,
F lowers blooming in the sand.
G reen meadows stretching far and wide,
H armony in nature, a soothing guide
I gniting passions that blaze like a fiery sun,
J ourneying onward, the adventure has begun.
K eeping faith in the power of the human soul,
L ifting spirits higher, making broken hearts whole.
M ountains towering, touching the clouds,
N ature's wonders, mysterious shrouds.
O pen fields where wild creatures roam,
P ure and wild, nature's own home.
Q uestions and answers, a dance of the mind,
R eveling in knowledge, the treasure you find.
S eeking the truth in the whispers of the trees,
T rusting in the journey, guided by the breeze.
U nderneath the moon's soft glow,
V alleys deep where rivers flow.
W hispers carried by the breeze,
X anadu in nature's keys.
Y earning hearts find solace in the earth,
Z enith of beauty, nature's rebirth.
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
Celebration Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Whisking flakes fluttering as the icicles start to melt
I'll never forget how the accumulation of snow felt
Natural cool air underneath the wearing of gloves
Time for gramma's hot chololate that I've always loved
Equator shifts and brings forth a winter solstice
Roses are almost here and so are my blooming hostas
Set my clock ahead as we all lose an hour of sleep
Picturesque and perfect bouncing into Spring with a leap
Radiant sun peaks through and shines for more hours
Inches of rain showers nourishing my precious flowers
Navy beans, chives and tomatoes grow with fascination
Green peas and peppers growing within my vegetation
From snowmen to butterflies, two mysteries of the natured mother,
and icicles melting into fresh topiary creating a masterpiece,
with day lilies, tulips and daffodils in my garden covered,
I let them grow, then cut them fresh making a splendid centerpiece.
icicles melting
sprinkles of April showers
gorgeous scenery
~Date Written : March 26, 2016~
Did not our summer fly by fast?
Eventually, we knew she'd go,
Forgetting to remake her blooms;
Green grasses dried to ashen glow.
How happy was the month of May,
Inviting hopes for summer fun.
Just in a blink her days went by
Kidnapped by June's much closer sun.
Left to the magic of June's spell,
More beautiful the season grew.
No other time of year compares...
Oasis of our year, so true.
Pastels of flowers, velvet greens
Quick to mature through July days;
Refining fullness, but alas,
Surrendering to August's phase.
Then soon, her days too quickly flew
Unveiling thoughts of autumn's glow
Vowed to progress to winter's gray.
Where did our short-lived summer go?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 09/16/2016
Rules: 1 rhyming poem with a minimum of 16 lines and a max of 20 lines. Whatever letter that your first line starts with, the next line must start with the following letter of the alphabet, and continue in that pattern to the end of the poem.
Awash in bright colors past Summer's height,
Unhurried days are lingering with more daylight.
Green foliage will be transformed to russet and gold.
Umber meadows this Autumn are beginning to unfold.
Savor the glory of the season before Winter's first frost
Touches the branches of trees whose leaves will be lost.
Wild rugged den of Hatfield and McCoy,
Entered the Union with birth pangs of war.
Sweet meadows punctuate inked river beds,
Trapped in mountains black wealth of coal.
Volunteers--first to send her sons to serve.
In hidden glens Bigfoot and Mothman roam.
Raging rivers white water rafters ride;
Green valleys house her ancient Celtic stock.
Indians roamed, leaving mystic burial mounds;
Night music choir of frog and whip-poor-will.
In forests treasure of ginseng and yellow root;
Apples--green golden fruit crisped in summer dews.
Mysterious mountain culture all her own,
Infused into her native citizens alone.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, 4-15-2014
I am a very old senior white male. At 10 years of age I was playing with two black friends when a bully who was white and twice our size started calling my Friends the N word so my friends ran away and so did I.
I never heard the word before this was the first time even though half my school was black.
I went home and asked my Mother what it meant.
She wrote the word down the left side of the page and said .....
The word is an acrostic son it means .....
N ever
I n
G od's
G reen
E arth
R epeat
>>
The word artist
I paint pictures with words.
[email protected]
Pass my Mother's wisdom on to anybody who offends you with this word.
MIMICKING FAME WITH DR. SEUSS
Dr Seuss,
You’re the man,
Let me try and mimic
You, if I can!
There’s a Zik,
In the Tick,
Of my Clock,
And a Nouse,
In my House,
And a Bink
In the Sink
Of our Kitchen
There’s a Stouge
In our Lounge,
He’s rather nice,
To be around once or twice.
There’s a Pindow
Near my Window.
Do you know ,
There’s a Nore,
Behind the Door,
Someone tall, it’s Celt,
I felt
Looking at me.
I feel sure,
That a Bure,
Lives beneath my
Carpet I Deplore!
But afraid of
These tiny Creatures
Who have, identical Features
And look like tiny Preachers!
In my Kettle,
There’s a Reen,
That I’ve Seen,
And fat Co,
By the breakfast Nook,
My pen and paper Took
That’s made me Mad
He’s really Bad!
And his friend
Is Ged,
Who lives under my Bed
Most of all
I have fun with Ploor
Who lives beneath the Floor,
He’s such a friendly Guy,
He’d like to visit you he said!
Too late for entering contest, but still posting.
Sigh! Breathe in and out, eyes closed, heart beating,
Uttering forth prayers, fists clenched, candles burning
Making of my room, an altar on its own, and I, a
Mere white witch, seeking and yearning for sooth for the world's
Offspring, all drowning in the oceans of Earth, cornered,
Not even able to lift up their own bodies towards safety!
In my mind, words heaved, powerful and mighty in the
Night, silent and pulsating, submissively making the light
Green for my angel to sit and hear of what I have to say!
May it be that life be as rosy as it is in your own realm
Yes, may it be that children laugh from their hearts
And adults be willing to give out their hands to their peers,
Needing nothing more than warmth in their hearts and
Gurgling clear streams in their souls, yes, angel, may
Earth and her children heal, may the gloom and the doom
Leave, once and for all, so that life, even temporary, be a bliss!
For Contest A Forms
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date Written: 11 Dec 2021
Jacklin is a singer,
As per what I think, she likes burger,
Carrom is her favourite indoor game,
Kindness and calmness she supports,
Liberal to do anything,
Intelligent and genius are the synonyms,
Naughty but cute.
Rabbit is her favourite animal,
Oh my god! is her repeated statement,
Dancing is out of her ability,
Rose is her favourite flower,
Ice-cream is oxygen for her,
Green and purple are her favourite colour,
Unusual things makes her furious,
Especially if you call her by nickname,
So, never call her Jacky!
Winter winter
Icy whisper
Nip in the air
Touches warmer
Evenings longer
Rose in your cheeks
Maples burning
Apples charming
Green is white
Icy quiet
Christ in sight
________________
28/12/2016
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
Sweet you look in warm rain
Peeling the soil for chocolate chains
Recalling Vincent van Gogh
Inklings of green mailbox
Nestling molecules of paradise
Greeting us in the melting ice
In the flute of your green wood
Soft Grosbeak in the neighborhood
Comely you look
Oomph in your brook
Mystic whisper in the air on your moonflowers
Images of dreamy hours
Nectarous noise in our hemoglobin
Green and pink touches you offer umpteen
Shadows of your strawberry stories
Oleander glories
Open the boat’s door
No more desolation, quick pulse of footfall in the silken shore
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19 March, 2017
Green
Rippling
Appearance
Sinuous and
Sleek
Scales
Nestle
As tongue flicks
Keen to taste the
Earth
19.03.19
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