Best Reversed Poems
Sunflowers imitate the sun’s bright hue;
birds take flight in sunny skies of blue.
Trenchant traces seen from the hill
view joy below, peaceful, still.
Solstice comes without sound
where peach trees abound
in summer’s blush.
Soon autumn
breezes
blow.
For Andrea Dietrich's "Etheree Me" Contest
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Unpenitent the sky rains ash blackening the night
the fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats the air, it snuffs man's breath, death maybe their plight,
yet, all hands come to the Captains call, his to command
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Hell's inferno's come a calling on this sun lit night
a foul wind blows, the fire roars, and so the flames are fanned
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, the crew were lost, debtors they'd alight
they went up like straw scarecrows shriven by the brand
aflame, aflame, the tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Burning cinders catch the dock, the workers run in fright.
Pain and heart ache fill the wharf still they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
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In the blink of an eye the earth reversed
the sun rising in the west setting in the east
gravity's pull suddenly lessened it's hold
heavy things grow much lighter and floated
Look up to the sky and see what I mean
houses, cars animals and people flying
water running uphill instead of down
mighty oceans now the sky adorn
All still just kept within earth's strati-fear
beneath shines a land so strange
empty lakes and ponds now up in the sky
bewildered animals flying by, oh so high
As the day grew slowly to its close
gravity started to righten herself
and things began to resettle themselves
yet landing in totally different places
The poles became hot lands of sunshine
while the tropics were buried deep in snow
oh what a pickle it all was the army striving
to return things to normal but all in vain
Mammoth rescues of creatures to their normal climes
speed was all important before they perished
to our credit most were rescued and re-homed
our earth always mysterious is now reversed
How will we cope in this new places
well come back in a thousand years
I suspect human nature will be unchanged
still the same old BS run by the same morons
Garth Brooks, a wonderful singer is he.
He sways the crowds with his melodies.
The youngest of six, he began
his career by listening
to songs from Country’s greats.
To emulate them
became his quest.
Three cheers for
Country’s
best!
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
I watched a T.V. Special staring Garth Brooks last night and it was
simply the best. I hope some of you watched it too.
"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he says
leprechaun, thinks he's all that
then, wiggles his tongue.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
create
for me a song
so blue, that doves dare swoon
'pon gentle breeze, hear elfin cries
swallowed
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swallowed
'pon gentle breeze, hear elfin cries
so blue, that doves dare swoon
for me a song
create
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Feeders
Are filled with, the most tasty food
The chickadees flitter
Everywhere
Happy
They eat
Food from the ground
Emptied out of the dish
They dance around from tree to tree
Well fed.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.4/2006
Shadows Reversed
Luxurious spring blew into my ear
nesting birds delighted senses
just sprung from dreams
morning prayers were simply shadows
as I smelled your sweet womanhood
I readied your bath of silken warm water--
lilac soap lay ready to kiss your neck's curling hairs
my heart bursting with lusty joy
popped like a silver bubble--
to find you the shadow
V Anderson-Throop
2014 Valdez, Alaska
V. Anderson Throop
June 9, 2014
Valdez, Alaska
are poems Reversed
Eyes the to Tantalising
side to back to Front
Shall I compare thee to my Adelaide?
Thou art less lovely and less temperate.
Rough winds shake you, my bony lady May,
Adelaide’s lease hath all a better date.
Sometimes too hot your eye of hell shines,
And often your ugly complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair always declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But her eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair her ow'st;
Nor shall death brag her wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time her grow'st,
So long as you can breathe or you can see,
So long lives thou, and I will not love thee.
Spring snow lays
on the ground
so cold
I can't wait
for warmth.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.22/2013
None knows what signaled him
Deep down the rim
To get down from the train
As if gone insane
All on a sudden
Much before the destination
Amidst thunderstorm and torrential rain
Ripping off the existence
Trifling with fear, sadness, guilt
Ignoring the defenses inbuilt
Shutting the books, the gladiolus,
Avoiding the blue with white cumulus
Stuffing all poems in the wardrobe
In love with the neural microbes
Leaving his moon scattered on his table
All unredeemable
He softly alighted and went to the ocean
Found the setting sun
Whispering the last emotions
That called him passionately
He exchanged murmur with the distant surge
To be at large
In that vastness of ecstasy
Haunted by the same fantasy
Of peace
Of the need to cease
Of a tumultuous release
And the glorious peace
The bird whispered the ultimate words
Into his intense ears
Why live in the herds
Go on
The mist is gone
The restless soul went ahead
Toward the endless
The setting darkness was looking in pleasure
At the light’s last signature
When all on a sudden
He heard someone
Saying in focused voice
Of his son’s choice
By which he had sacrificed
His life for his nation
And his wife’s decision thereupon
To commit suicide
Goaded by the emptiness inside
He was all ears
Confirmed he really had heard
Those potential words
And the mist returned
He felt a little beautifully concerned
And swam back to the shore
Borrowing from the endless store
And went back
Towards the reversed moments
In quest of another key to the door
That seldom stops calling
Into cozy warmth of redirected thoughts
From nought
To another unknown plot.
The snow falls outside
flakes are beautiful
I wonder if it will stay
going to get rain
sooner or later
supposed to get rain today.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.19/2012
This is my own style of poetry.
As I look to the darkened sky,
a fallen angel in disguise
held me down around the halo,
I fell and drowned into their eyes.
Deepest notions of sentiment,
unearth the thoughts I have sent.
A candle burning through the night.
Is my mind broken? While yours is bent?
I need to change this skin tonight.
I'll take yours, it fits just right.
Roles reverse, I float away.
While you stay grounded, so sleep tight.