Best Scrolled Poems
Medicine Hat Appaloosa
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Remember free will too has been gifted,
with freedom allied to fate's fickle choice.
Tendered words uttered still..now uplifted,
God provides each one a life and a voice.
Ere life ebbs and scrimshaw scrolled hands beckon,
find strength in Medicine Hat horse's paint.
Flesh prized and spirit bold, yet to reckon,
respectful head bowed, pray it isn't too late.
Of sarcasm's sharp sword, one can ill afford,
cursed hubris' price which is never repaid.
The cost of soul's vows torn in broken chord,
word's sting or solemn praised tapestry made.
To cheat one's own heart with standard-less staff,
turned now to stone, to write lone epitaph.
Poet's note: The Medicine Hat Appaloosa is the poem.
Quoth TheRaven - 7 July 2019
Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy
I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp
Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy
It'll take more than your words my style to crimp
Hey, babe, your style really sucks
Call that art, I have seen kids write better
Have some heart, instill it in your writes
Feel the moment, feel those letters
My feelings are there, you just may not relate
If you can't grasp my intent, too bad for you
I write from my heart, not from a man's head
I know what I'm saying, you just haven't a clue
Oh, i see you have posted another piece
Let me read and determine my thoughts
Excellent shape and so true to form
This definitely has plusses, you must be man taught
Hold on, joker, no man has influenced me
Dickinson and Teasdale are among the finest
Your thoughts on my work I'll disregard
Your views on poetry reveal your blindness
The last write you wrote, has invited my see
It has clearly shown, your writing to be
Scope, shape and the form you have written
I have scrolled to your past, and I am sorrowful smitten
No more condescending from ye on the throne?
What was it that made you feel superior?
And, furthermore, what gave you the right
To make any poet feel inferior?
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
As I lie on my bed reading my book
My mind wondered to a look and a smile
Staring down on me. I turn to cry awhile.
I could not stay focused; I closed the book.
I remembered I had my husband's phone
Number in my contacts. I reached for my
Cellphone on the night table with a sigh
I scrolled down to his name (Dad), only he'd known;
Opened message. I've always called him Dad.
When the screen came up, I typed, I love you,
A heart I picked to place, when I was through,
I pushed send. Tearful grief, do not think me mad.
Two and a half years since he has been gone
His sweet scent of utter love still lives on.
3/9/2021
There were so many books at Barnes and Noble’s
That I wanted to buy but I wasn’t able
Up at the counter with my chin in my hand
I said to the sales clerk… I have another plan
At my low bank balance I did curse
As I put my wallet back in my purse
I pulled out my phone and I began to type
Amazon.com, open morning and night
I entered the ISBN number
Of the books I had found
And quickly my frown
Was upside down
For there on my phone
Was each book I was seeking
At a lower price
And with free shipping
I clicked and I scrolled filling my cart
With Barnes and Nobel’s heavy on my heart
There is much to be said for a book held in hand
And my first choice is a bookstore to find what I can
But as money is the king of the land
I must cut costs wherever I can
Thanks Barnes and Noble’s, mortar and stone,
But I must go with the prices found on my phone
Before the stars were created,
there pulsar shined an infinity Light
in the primordial void
It shone soul supernova bright,
before the world ever was
Before this blue marble of green was made,
there moon glowed a celestial Son
Whose solar mercy was salvation poised
A Halo silhouette cast in the Genesis shade,
did cover every future confession
Blotting out sin-colored, Big Bang noise
The crimson wave blight
was preemptively cast out of sight
Before any blue wail was
In the evolutionary dawn of creation,
(that stellar parade of firmament praise)
Invisible parental eyes witnessed
the mirror image Light of perfection
No shadow of doubt existed
before the world was
Paradise tears were Eden formed
Adam and Eve naked fears
wouldn’t be the sunlit tilted norm
Maize inner darkness
(that bier hole in the bosom pale)
could have no purchase hiding place
to fallow tomb harvest
Only husbandry shining echoes were
cosmic background heard
Resurrection radiant words,
heavenly rooted in the revival future
Where bleating sounds now
graze Holy words undisturbed,
in luminance superb
After the old world was
candle light snub scrolled away
11-22-20
The October sun beamed down on my face
As the leaves twirled around me, in this place
Shades of blue decorated the sky, above
As I tried to capture a warm glimpse of love
Waiting for me, where trees held color tight
With warm breeze messages sent through the night
Then there it was, up above in my sight
Scrolled by clouds, in wind currents of flight
A splendor of all that I need to know
Wrapped around me, in the sunshine’s glow
Heidi Sands
10/26/19
I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.
For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.
Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme,
Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time.
Till my eyes were made blurry by the sun through the trees,
As the sweet-smelling jasmine arrived on the breeze.
So I took in a breath, just as well as your heart;
It was beating for all, and no longer a part.
Then your touch, as the grass, teased my delicate skin--
Such sweet innocence this; or such wonderful sin.
Ah, the earth is our playground; our home is the sky,
As I proudly remarked, "Look how high we can fly!"
Thus I give you my love, may it evermore keep...
Hear the wind in the willows? They no longer weep!
Collaboration: Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance
05/12/14
Among the souls of empty hearts
O distant bells of steeples chime
in echoed hymns of saddened weep
Comes again the midnight hour,
down dampened cobblestone to creep
Along the darkened streets they roam
of alleyways and torches fed.
To reap the fortunes of desire,
black shadows, piercing eyes of red
With fingers crawling guttered dreams,
slicing realms through endless mist
Empty hearts which now they seek
with blade of sharpened steel now kissed
To carve the tears, come wailing fall,
neath worried frowns on window sill
Collecting that which no one knows,
until such bellies have their fill
With carpet bags and tethered rope,
a list on which your name is scrolled
When heard the knocking on your door,
just close your eyes of nightmares told
Soon you’ll wake to find your place
among the souls of empty hearts
Where clouded paths shall be your guide,
this valley as your soul departs
At one-thirty in the morning, while I was lying in bed reading my book.
My mind wondered with thoughts of my husband. I couldn't stay focused on the story. I remembered I had my husband’s phone number in my contacts. I laid my book beside me, turned, and reached for my cellphone on the night table. I scrolled down to his name (Dad) and opened message. I've always called him Dad. When the screen came up, I typed, I love you. Then, picked out a heart to place next to it, and pushed send.
under the twilight
sweet scent of thy utter love
mournful mind wanders
Now that I had taken care of what was bothering me, I put my cellphone back. I picked up my book and started reading where I left off. Five minutes into my book, I heard a ping. I got a little frighten. I thought to myself; It couldn't be him. That is silly, that just cannot be. I put my book back-down and picked up the cellphone. There in a bubble message read, “Who is this?” I put the cellphone back-down ignoring the message. I thought to myself, hmm…someone had my husband old number. I started feeling guilty. What if, the person gets in trouble. If, a wife or husband finds and read the message? Or, I woke someone up and thought they had an admire. I decided to massage back.
I am sorry you must have my husbands all phone number. He passed away a year and a half ago, so I just wrote that message for him. Sorry, I won’t do that again. I apologize.
The person wrote back and said,
“No, no, you’re ok! You do have the wrong number; I know times can be tough. Love you too & so does HE!!!
I write this poem
I write this poem for you, and for all.
I wish I could catch your tears in a bucket
And put them in a wishing well.
To show you I care in this harsh world out there.
I do wish I could mend your aching heart.
Fill it with joy to endure every new break.
Give you the courage of a lion to face your fears.
Take a chance. Do it all.
There is so much waiting in every day born.
I wish I had an eraser to wipe away scrolled doubt.
Let you know that everything is going to be ok.
Because hearts do mend and joy doesn’t die.
These are just feelings we all have, you and I.
Heidi Sands
Tears rolled down my face
One for every person lost
You can't change that evil exists
Whether you cry, scream, or shake fists
Oh, how the truth can be so cold
I shiver wondering when love broke,
into all these pieces around me
Words are powerful, but can be so empty,
when scrolled by the hand of a hollow person
Just as a lighthouse casts a beam of warning,
sometimes it still isn't seen in the fog
Heidi Sands
2/10/26
(C)opyright
Moments passed
Days that took years I gasped
Fragments of yesterday
I skipped and delay
My heart that rolled
From mountain to the ground and scrolled
A wishing heart to touch you again
Missing you, embracing you without pain
Memories you left in me
Accessories I wore and slept with me
Each day I see a smiling sun
Your face in full moon filming, not pun
Time traveled fast
Without you beside me that last
Time will bring you back to me
Your heart and soul hails in me
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders,
My brethren of the forest wilds.
Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept
Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes
Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer,
Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath
Blankets of chilling white.
I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn
For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm,
For my life’s secret is coming true you see,
Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree.
Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace
My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel
Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that
Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical
Holiday called Christmas.
Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch
Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed
A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s
After glow of this special season.
Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my
Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the
Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift
Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit.
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A river folds upon its banks
with waters deep and cold.
Its molten flow rolls endlessly
from aquifers untold.
It ripples over ancient stones
placed when the earth was cast.
Each sheared and formed the bedrock's course
'neath outflows bold and fast.
Swift currents know of time's slow ebb,
and legends never told.
Its surface gleams beneath the sun
of sagas being scrolled.
The sky above has seen the work
of time's artistic hand,
and knows the melding and the strength
of water and the land.
An ancient bending vein of life
connected with the wold,
that shields enigmas deep as time
in runnels which enfold.
Roll on past hill and fertile land
'til deltas cease your course.
The river and the woodlands speak
of life's primordial source.
Nov. 2014
Common Verse