Best Ris Poems
Translation below (in progress)
Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix
He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace
J’étais Charlie
De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez
I was Charlie
In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose
Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to see in a day
Iris, crocus, daffodil show
Soft beauty as they grow
Crickets chirp in evening air
Owls hoot in chorus, a pair
Melodies from morning to night
Instantly lift the heart to flight
Newly cut grass with colors around
Give abundance of beauty to be found
Spring is coming soon
Open your heart to the tune
Over the hills, by rivers and lakes
New beginnings are now awake
Heidi Sands
3/21/17
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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Sponsor Carol Eastman '
Contest Name Your favorite Poem Contest
© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
April filled with love
Pretty blue skies with big clouds
Rain will bring a bath
Iris and flowers will grow
Lovely gardens springing up
(I)rrisistable Purple Iris
(R)umination standing tall
(I)ris watch over the yard
(S)wirling in the wind
Heidi Sands
6/10/22
Spring has sprung
The grass is ris'
I wonder where the flowers is?
The flowers of joy
The flowers of sorrow
The petals fall
I may never live
To see the 'morrow
I see a fresh running stream
A beautiful stream
Is it real,
Or a punishing dream?
I wade my feet in its waters
It's cold but jolly
I like that, it's a lot like life
Ahead are fresh wild berries
The berries may not be ripe
But poisonous and deadly
I am not afraid
And I taste with the wild look
Of the devil inside me
Sometimes the noble beast of man
Becomes calloused and fails to see
The wonders of mother nature
Whose beauty is my greatest master
I find a tree
Sit and close my eyes
With thoughts
And a smile.
*Image of Iris The Greek Goddess by Redbubble.
Iris
Iris nicknamed Eye-ris,
Iridescent paired wings,
Indulgent to the gods,
Iliad's messenger,
In waiting for Hera,
Ignored in ancient myths,
Idyllic comes and goes.
2022 February 25
*3rd Place*
Greek mythology
~~Joseph May: Judged 2022 March 08
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
J'ai oublié le jour
Quand tu as volé mon coeur
je suis devenu très froid
la vie je ne crois pas encore
la musique m'a échappé
Je ne ris plus
je n'ai plus de larmes
ni de charme
morte comme la rose noire
J'ai oublié le jour
j'ai oublie mon coeur
je ne connais plus l'amour
rien n'est tout ce qui m'appartient
J'ai oublie ma vie
et tout le reste
comme ça il n'y a pas d'histoire
seulement une larme et le noir
Viens me voir
sous les étoiles
sous la terre
oublie moi
Snowflakes cease as snowdrops rise
Peeking out at azure skies
Raindrops fall upon the lake
Iris soon in blooms awake
New blooms burst forth every day
Gerberas now are here to stay
I hear the soothing song of spring
Sweet the sound bird songs bring
Carnations in hues of red
Offer color to garden beds
Magnolias, what fragrance they imbue
Inspiring a feeling of romance too
Now look, the baby blue eyes dance
Giving hearts a desire for romance
Soft the flutter of the wings
Of butterflies in the spring
On the breeze they gently float
Now I'll watch them as I dote
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3/21/17
Contest: Spring Is Coming Soon Acrostic
Sponsor: Laura Loo
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To her delight
She found each knight
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Wait for tomorrow’s new day
I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat
This morning my roof is my fishing umbrella
A night with my thoughts means I’ve something to tell her
I guess what I mean is I’ve something to ask
I practice the words as I reach for my flask
My thermos sits tempting with vegetable soup
It’s contents have settled to vegetable gloop
Was that a laugh in the form of a squark
As I eat my soup with a very long fork
With no other human for miles around
No unsought opinions that seek to confound
No ear-ache from experts intent to be heard
How welcome the chirps of the earliest bird
The scrabbles and scurries of night’s muted audio
Bow to the quacks of a new day’s first rodeo
The moon doffs its cap to a newly ris sun
My float dips a little… I’m ready for fun
I strike as my float disappears underwater
I think of my girl and I wish I had brought her
Forsaking her bed was too much of a wrench
But she’d have been thrilled at the sight of a tench
My rod tip bends into its repeated thumps
I steer it away from those lily pad clumps
Nuclear war now… a minor mishap
I now live in fear of a single sound, SNAP!
But I turn its head and I draw the fish near
Oh how I wish that my baby was here
She’d call it God’s prettiest creation yet
As the red eyed, green beauty slides into my net
Shame it was not on my new rod as hoped
I’d broken that rod but my old one had coped
Admiring the beauty, my subconscious said
Admire the beauty at home in your bed
I unhooked that Tench and released it at once
I’m thrilled with the one but one more would be bunce
An early morn chill and this fisherman muddles
Should I not be home having kisses and cuddles
I so love to fish and the girl of my dreams
Never complains, there’s no rants and no screams
So now I've decided, I’ve made up my mind
A more understanding girl I’ll never find
I fumbled my phone so I took off a glove
This question to ask of the woman I love
My fishing rod that was a gift from your mother
I broke it, I said, could she buy me another?
Scales hardened over her skin
a condition called ichthyosis vulgaris
ik-thee-O-sis vul-Ga-ris
fish disease
(the ‘vulgar’ means ordinary
but at its worst
it is far from common).
She bled where the plaques chipped and cracked,
she leaked oils, but could not sweat enough.
She existed on her own sunbaked beach
gasping for breath.
She was a salmon fisher once
before she was encased in Piscean plates.
(The root of the word salmon
is ‘salvo’ meaning, to ‘leap’),
and indeed
for years she had tried to jump out of her skin.
One night
an easterly wind
brought a silver-eyed fisherman
to her breach.
In the swaying dark
he laid her down.
She suffered him to scrape
the arid scabs from her
with his skinning blade, hooked like a gaff.
He was exquisitely skilled,
gentle even.
Slowly he skived her sheath,
left her
glowing and wet,
beautiful and supple
on a heap of husks.
There beside the pitching surf
they made love.
Later,
he watched
as she swam away.
(The ichthys fish symbol
is older than history,
sea goddesses
claim it
as a symbol
of sexuality and rebirth).
Molten amber honey drip
'Ris that venom slicks her tongue
Gnashing grin gnaw heaven's grip
Slam damn me with dirges sung