Best Rimy Poems

I hear the winter call my name
in syllables bereft of breeze,
ethereal through silent trees
hypnotic in their leafless maim.

In sheerest blue of morning freeze
the shadows drape from rimy limbs
while through my head a matin swims
that beckons past the boundaries

of culture's polished monotone.
I'd ramble the denuded scape
past...

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Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded...

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When the bending sickle of a silver moon,
Floats with the fleeting moth too soon;
Then let us strum the golden lyre,
With poesy for flames of fire.
Let not the dreadful words of doom,
Fade away the rose's bloom;
But pass thro sun and candle light,
To shine on day and...

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When the bending sickle of a silver moon,
Floats with the fleeting moth too soon;
Then let us strum the golden lyre,
With poesy for flames of fire.

Let not the dreadful words of doom,
Fade away the roses bloom;
But pass through sun and candlelight,
To shine on day and the...

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From the rimy ruins of Abbey Carth,
the Scaramouch, did tarry march.
Bold, be he in his deeds, with voice.
Cower, he will, when given choice.
Want, is he, of a heroes ilk,
bedecked of medals, braided silk.
Bringing up the rear in battle,
he be not, a man of mettle.
Cannon fire...

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