Best Rings Poems
skating upon saturn’s rings
endless ice cold arcs
innards of past moons shattered
blades reopen wounds
in my wake scars and chaos
proof ~ that I was never here
Sometimes thirty years
feels like a long time
When you’re an old soul
and the hours and minutes
have taken their toll
But there are songs to write
and words to weigh
messages to impart
and things to say
So another song percolates
Flows out onto the table
You sigh deeply
and for a moment feel stable
If only life could be simple
Cause living in your head is lonely
You keep thinking to yourself
“ Has anyone ever known me?”
I could write you a poem
Lighthearted and breezy
But you’re complicated
no one can promise easy
Even though you’re searching for answers
we can read the rings in your wood
Although at times you feel ancient
An old soul can be understood
There are more songs to write
and souls that need caressing
By keeping your words honest
there is release in confessing
For within you resides
a God who is loving
He’s the source of your words
the reason they are bubbling
So take his hand
Never be alone again
He’s older and wiser
and can carry your pain
Happy 30th Birthday
I am a fan of you
Smoke Rings
If she wanted to stay he would make her a place,
for he loves ev'rything that she is,
and he'd willingly give all the world and the stars
for her love--if they only were his.
But he likes it alone, and in silence he knows,
if he wants, he can talk to the moon,
or hear voices at bars, or the children he loves,
and if wanting to go--he'll go soon.
Or to stay if he choose, for the night is still young,
but she's there, and he's wanting to say
all the words in his heart--but he's holding them back
and the night is much colder than day.
So he goes to someone who's no danger to ways
though he smiles, he is really not there
and he wants to forget, but he wants to live on,
if she stays or she goes, he will care.
And the one he is with, sees the love in his eyes,
and she knows it's not hers anyway,
but the ones' who was late, and the one who will go,
and the one he will never let stay.
If he asks and she stays, he'll go off the deep end,
and he knows she loves silence--as he;
and she stays for a while, til the silence is deep,
and the end is the end that must be.
But she looks at the floor when he wants her to see,
and she goes when he wants her to stay,
but the words are not there, and he watches her go,
with the thought that it must be this way,
but he smiles in his heart--for he's known her at least,
and he's loved--and has found love is good,
and the end that he feared, he prevented in life,
though he wonders if he ever should.
And the journey is long--he'll look back on her face,
and he'll think, many times, there it goes!
and he'll always regret; for it's always alive,
and she's part of his life, and he knows.
And the others who see--feel the same for their own,
and they wonder why he doesn't try,
but it's smoke rings they see; or a bird in their hand
that is wanting to fade in the sky.
And the sky will embrace ev'rything in the end,
and the things that we see are a mask,
and the smoke rings that fade to the will of the sky
are in love--and the sky didn't ask.
When silence sings
A memory rings
A heart springs
And words wear wings
*****
I compose my rhapsody
Passionate and full of melody
With shades of artistic unity
Satiated with peaceful beauty
*****
There’s a poem in your eyes
Raw feelings of Nature ties
And all the wonder it implies
Your verses in my mind I eternize
*****
Your hidden rainbows of the mind
To every single hue I relate and bind
A magic wave of wand, one of a kind
A treasure of human nature is mined
*****
Timeless streams of secrets
Shall retain their mysteries
And the sacred words of poets
Shall go down in histories.
Written on June 5th, 2022
Word prompts by Silent One :
"When silence sings "
"There’s a poem in your eyes "
"Hidden rainbows of the mind "
"Timeless streams of secrets "
She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled, as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm
She soared past distant planets,
on paths lighted by effulgent moons
Weaved her tears among Saturn's rings
and all the while she was gathering stardust
before they mingled with sand on Mars' dunes.
From mountain peaks of Jupiter,
she bottled mist, to which she clings
And all these amazing interstellar things
were collected as caressive tokens for him;
the one she had vowed to love more than life.
From far reaches of dark galaxies
she held treasures from her jaunt;
Mystical items she hoped he'd want
brilliant beacons of silvered moonbeams,
fading light, captured as the sun dimmed.
She carefully wrapped her gifts to offer
in layers of cosmic flecks from a comet's tail.
Trussed with silken threads of time, unraveled,
she tied celestial troves she would soon proffer
to the one for whom she holds in fervent affection.
From his heart, she hoped would spill
the love that somehow waned to a trickle.
Then in abundance, once more it would flow
like a wildly churning river, Yes, she loves him still
We sit alone in the shadows outside,
Blowing smoke rings in the dark;
Watching them rise and then divide,
The cherry just a glowing spark;
This is what living is all about,
I’m more happy now than I care to admit;
Talking, laughing, and hanging out,
Just sitting here with our cigarettes lit;
Blowing smoke rings towards the sky,
Your simple words tugging at my heart;
I lean on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh;
And watch as they slowly drift apart;
Doing all the things we shouldn’t do;
I liked being here alone with you,
Blowing Smoke rings in the dark...
mutual care that started out of nothing
now it means everything
our love and devotion
a blessed union now sealed with two rings
our nurtured care developed
we are forever one
Two different lives, from different worlds, were meant to be as one
He became her guiding star, and she became his shining sun
Once they had been strangers, but love brought them together
He had never fathered children, but quadruplets called her Mother
He brought along a gentle love, and was sure enough to give it
She brought along a crazy life, and taught him how to live it!
The day arrived, when they would wed, excitement filled the air
On the fifth Yule day, they said their vows, and end to end were there......
The children, four, came through the door, to crowd the alter floor
He pulled 5 rings, a diamond gleamed, upon her finger worn
And 4 small rings, upon 4 chains, around their necks, he swore
to love them all, and make them whole, and give them all he owned
5 Yuletide Days, 5 gifts he gave,.... 5 times the love, ...and more
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For Shadow's Contest: 12/3/13
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* planets psyches
whilst Saturn’s in Pisces
the end of a long journey awaits
through the cycles of life she skates
aboard water ice of Saturn’s fragile rings *
spun out of control, fans gossamer wings
BECOMING * ———* AN ——*— ENTANGLED — *— — WEB,
* WHENEVER — * SHE — STARTS — TO —* — STRAY — *
a--pivoting--death--spiral--a--backward lay
* afraid in orbit to show a little discipline *
she performs an axel, with precision
* time to let go of the toxicity, it is *
skate or die h a r m o n i c i t y
* welcoming in challenges
of a new age
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Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn in essence
To mine folly I court thee with ardour
Thy golden locks weave a web ‘round my soul
Beguiling eyes yield thee my surrender
Sempiternal truth insanity stole
Foreseen temptress thy counsel I not heed
Forewarned I ne’er beheld such love from thee
The bell rings and I hope she walks by...
That pretty little Mandy who makes my heart fly...
Her beautiful smile and eyes that make me sing...
I hope she notices me before the last bell rings...
I will grab the chalk and write on the board...
"Michael luvs Mandy"!!! before my feet have to soar...
Now the bus is full and I can't find my luv...
I'm on the wrong bus again ughhhhhhh !!!!
dedicated in honor of my Contest to Mandy...
I read on here that she never got a love note
at age 13...now she has one...
[In Loving Memory of Pam and Roger Schulte]
Love can be found in the heavens up high,
Look up to visit them, and be their guest-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
Even if not seen by the human eye,
These two lovers meet in an angel's nest-
Love can be found in the heavens up high.
The fingers of these two angels now tie,
Having prevailed through every mortal test-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
Their love still remains true; and they both sigh
As their hearts now beat in a single chest-
Love can be found in the heavens up high.
To ringing bells, now hand in hand they fly;
In wedding clothes, they are forever dressed-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
With this precious thought, let our eyes now dry;
For to have known them, we've truly been blessed.
Love can be found in the heavens up high,
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
© 2017
Time has swept her ageless hand
Over the drudgery of life
Dawns have risen and suns have set
The hourglass is still losing sand
Draining, waning the hours
Another second has just slipped by
What makes this game grand
Destiny a fickle thing
Tripping toes and trembling hearts
I will not believe it's not planned
Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.
Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of ecstasy;
Such orchestras are eternal.
Mortal ears never hear what the soul’s do.
The ability exists, in the ears of belief.
The baffle of mortality;
The muffler that stifles a spirit’s songs, is a thief.
Science is the profiteer that
deludes the singing soul into silence.
Dispense with the facts;
Sit in the silence to hear the concert of your life.
The wind blew leaves like confetti all around
It's a party for Autumn to celebrate sight and sound
There's so much beauty to see, so much to be heard
As the wind blows, clearing ways to be cured
I never let a day pass without noticing something
Whether I feel good or bad, healing will always ring
Heidi Sands
10/5/26
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