Best Refrain Poems
Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we’ll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we’ll toss to milky moon
and resonate our silky tune-
our cares we’ll toss
our cares we’ll toss
in freedom’s name our love commune.
Come float with me, my winged escape
on billowed waves of blue
we’ll lift the night mist’s heavy drape
and sail on moonbeams through.
This golden eve will whisper dreams
on silver sheets where all it seems-
this golden eve
this golden eve
cascades our love down rushing streams.
Come bloom with me my winged escape
in midnight’s breathless hour
my petals spread ‘neath stardust cape
to nature’s heady power.
We’ll give ourselves to Spring’s last rites
awaken sleeping appetites
we’ll give ourselves
we’ll give ourselves
and Autumn’s zenith expedite.
~Trijian Refrain~ (a fabulous form by Jan Turner)
Oh Maiden Moon, who gave my eyes,
in visions of a child,
the innocently whispered sighs
to keep my temper mild.
With waxing love, I saw you grow
the Goddess maid, of all I know,
with waxing love,
with waxing love,
a world of light you gently show.
Oh Mother Moon, who took my hand
and nurtured in my soul
the will to work and understand
in ways of old, I’m whole.
Oh blesséd Moon of perfect grace
within your light, I find my place,
Oh blesséd Moon,
Oh blesséd Moon,
with you, I stand in sacred space.
Oh Waning Moon, I’m blessed with age
your wisdom as my guide,
no words to tell upon the page
as mysteries confide.
Oh Lady Crone and queen of night,
advise my heart with ev’ry rite.
Oh Lady Crone,
Oh Lady Crone,
you fill my life with pure delight.
Before you lies a tiny crystal ball.
Pick it up; feel it smooth and hard along your palm.
Can it speak to you? Stare into its icy depth.
Perhaps if you gaze long enough, you will see your future
cascading like a beautiful waterfall of dreams . . . or
a tiny crystal ball perhaps is all you’ll ever see.
Based on picture #3
Written June 6, 2016 for THE BEST OF 6 Contest of nette onclaud
Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.
I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in the glow of risen sun
Fresh days and fresh pages to write upon.
I sense God's love flow through charmed symphonies
In enchantment of choral melodies
I seek Him in the dewy morning mist
In the sky when it has been rainbow kissed.
God’s revealed in roosters crowing refrain
In rain dancing upon the window pane
I rejoice in nightfalls scenic display
Stunning sunsets taking one's breathe away.
There's not a fragrant rose in June that blooms
Nor stars twinkling brightly around the moon
No clouds adorning the canvas of sky
That doesn't send reflections of God on high.
In the morning I will sing of your love...
* * *
19th October 2020
I will not fear the silent night
alone below the moon
or winter’s cold approaching bite-
the sting that comes too soon.
I’ll wrap my heart in Summer’s song
And sing to keep my passion strong
I’ll wrap my heart
I’ll wrap my heart
And hope that frost won’t linger long.
I will not mourn the silent night
or raging of the sea,
the frothy caps that spread in spite
of calmness deep in me.
I’ll rise above the drowning tide
with pounding heart and battered pride
I’ll rise above
I’ll rise above
and fill the barren wells inside.
I will not hold the silent night
against the bitter wind
though darkness clouds my inner sight
and resolution’s thinned,
I’ll plant my feet, embracing choice
accept the native parts, rejoice,
I’ll plant my feet
I’ll plant my feet
remaining true to my own voice.
~Trijan Refrain~ (a fabulous form by Jan Turner)
8/23/10
Mirrored Refrain
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x represents the only lines that do not rhyme in this poem. A & B represent the refrain!
Linda-Marie
Angelic force,
draping over me, her canopy.
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me
You helped erect my "secret window"
Ambitiously chasing what I hunger!
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Our poetry sessions, I sit and reminisce.
Stress free, under this willow tree
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
When depressed and blue you come through,
relax me when feeling vulgar.
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Every verse meant to impress this poetess,
an essence of the empress I aim to please!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
Harshest critic yet my biggest fan,
imperfections cast asunder
Her spirits alive within me,
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster
Death cannot take the gift I was given,
Linda-Marie!!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me.
Jared Pickett
2/17/2014
Asavvy1
A Tiny Sphere
Our earth, our world, though just a tiny sphere,
you shine most fine among the rest,
defined with life of varied forms that are
the only ones we know of now.
In maze of cosmic dust how rich you are...
a tiny sphere...our mammoth world.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place
Contest: The Best Of Poetry 6
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 06/06/2016
Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.
a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.
Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.
feel the searing electric distortion
static fuzz of madness
surge through
morrow's marrow
my moanin'
a primal scream
at the Eve of Destruction
trapped in a skipping groove
of creation
shattering guitars
and blasting kneecaps
in an empty cathedral
of resounding sound
Our touch
a violent crescendo
of needles and poisoned honey
pain swollen sweet
as a mother's milk
laced with a junkie's fix
on a stillborn birthday morn
each note
a razor-sharp reflection
etched in stretch-marked
scar tissue
of the agony that throbs
within this moog menagerie
of fractured femininity
set
Between the sets
of our shattered chords
a single note lingers- soft
almost tender-
like a child's last breath
before the
final
f i n a l e
Silence crawls
a venomous asp
a deafening absence
louder than stacked amps
of patriarchy
reverberating in the hollow spaces
between drumming heartbeats
where your persecuting promises
used to nest and breed
I am the discarded B-side
of the one-hit wonder
rising from dumpster-filled
lungs of domesticity
reborn
in the Electric Avenue
of my own making
singing
Billie's bruises
Muddy's floods and
Johnson's hellhounds
to the ghosts
of futures stillborn
in this Rhapsody
of beautiful
destruction
Moon-faced and sickle-smiled
I conduct this orchestrated
Savage band of ruin
my voiceless voice
a lightning rod
splitting the sky
of expectations
as I agonizingly birth myself anew
in the RCA Victor Rhapsody of Blue
of Beautiful
reconstruction
P e r h a p s…
a new refrain
Ghostly, my echoes are moans floating in the air
like muffled murmurs carried on the wind
or rippling waves across a calm sea.
If I'd been singing lyrics to a sad melody,
I'd hear the haunting words until they'd fade away.
Where they end up, I'll never know.
How far do echoes go traveling from here to there?
Maybe they scatter through distant hills,
whispering as if they're telling my secrets.
Gossips, repeating in the timbre of my voice...
always in a rush to run away from me,
like children playing hide and seek
who cannot hush to keep me from finding them.
Even now I still hear my words in refrain.
Echoes are mirrored images of my voice
but in reverberating sounds instead of visions.
Reflective and repetitive,
with the ability to mimic my words,
only speaking what's been spoken.
I wish they had the ability
to filter words I'd rather they omit.
Things that in anger, I scream and shout.
I doubt the reality of that.
Only echoes in the Twilight Zone
would be so bizarre to be able
to manipulate my voice with one of their own.
Strange, how much louder they sound in the dark.
~Great Books~
(Life's Refrain)
Great books
Awesome to read
Teach a lot many looks
My soul they feed
Great books
They bring
Fun, go places
Keep brain sharp, a good thing
Lots of phrases
They bring
Book stores
They help us grow
Book knowledge open doors
Great seeds they sow
Book stores.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.28.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Life's Refrain " is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
The tree bears our names
Deep are the initials carved
A heart and arrow
Forever it will remain
So long after loves refrain...
This teapot, chipped and faded,
brings memories so dear,
of friendships made and secrets shared,
while sipping its fine brew.
This teapot chipped and faded.
Kim Merryman
8/4/15
For Nette's Prized Refrain Contest
#2 teapot
Drink earth's grape - and liquor's melting
of the sense's grim
clap the heart and soul and dance
the music's justly whim
moisten now life's hurried stance
with temporary oil
lift the spirit - tilt the glass
spin day's doldrums - kiss the sin
for 'morrow enters still again
the mundane and the rough
tonight - you soothe the palette
by living off the cuff
~Great Books~
(Life's Refrain)
Great books
Awesome to read
Teach a lot many looks
My soul they feed
Great books
They bring
Fun, go places
Keep brain sharp, a good thing
Lots of phrases
They bring
Book stores
They help us grow
Book knowledge open doors
Great seeds they sow
Book stores.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
July.25.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Life's Refrain " is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
~Don't Waste Time~
(Mirrored Refrain)
Time goes by so very fast
Days and years are gone past
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Time passes quickly it doesn't stop
Consider accepting Jesus Christ today
Tomorrow might not come as they all say
Time passes quickly it doesn't stop
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Rejecting Jesus you should not really do
Choose Him and you can go to Heaven too
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Time passes quickly it doesn't stop
God give us time don't wait till too late
He gives us choices but don't tempt fate
Time passes quickly it doesn't stop
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January.6.2015