Best Seeming(A) Poems
Presumptuous to think
that all should be subject
to man’s will – We highest
on the Pecking Order! Till
nature shouts her feminine trill,
has her monarch fill, clawing
back, with undressing wind,
voluminous waves, and
impaling chill --
For no man can command
the summer’s end,
nor the fall’s exact rate of exchange
though we give such cycles a day
Mother will have her own whimsical
way, reminding us, that she is forever
wild and free...seeming a season abrupt
or a never-ending frosting eternity….
Categories:
seeming(a), emotions, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
His words are teasing to the senses
his mind seeming a wondrous retreat
he makes me feel defenseless
and it becomes difficult to breathe
I have never met him
but he makes me ever-so restless
this woman who is ruled by true greatness
with passion generated through timeless written passage
satisfying all of her needs by the weight of
the strokes of his quill
Categories:
seeming(a), imagination, inspirational, mystery, passion,
Form:
Light Verse
Asking you to be you
Because you are seeming a little blue
Carless from life, taking into mind
Doesn't that keep you on time!
Even though you have been a leaving,
Freedom has brought you back to my door
Geese laid their eggs, right by your sore
Heaven knows why you come back
I just open up the store
Joyful you come ,at last
Kindly I give you some cash
Loving the way words roll off your tongue
Mindless to say they
Never did they want you to stay
Obviously they said the rudest things
Politeness was not one of their ways
Quizzing you solely
Respect has got take away
Sadly beating you just so you have a place to stay
Time has seemed it will take forever
Under the weather is the
Vases of the loved feathers
Why you seek to get a hold
Xerox is not in
Your behold
Zig- zagging is your only way you would be sold
Categories:
seeming(a), soldier, sorrow,
Form:
ABC
L.A ‘62. English professor George (Colin Firth) is mourning the loss of his gay partner. He's
spent the day reliving memories, but that night meets his student Kenny (Nicholas Hoult),
who secretly admires him, in a bar. The two end up at George’s house after a spontaneous
ocean swim. Kenny has just emerged from the shower,wrapped in a towel. George is making
a fire. When Kenny goes to get a beer, he discovers a nude photo of George’s dead lover in
a drawer. His suspicions about his teacher are confirmed. A beautiful score of stringed
music, nostalgic and tender draws me in to every nuance of Colin's performance.
George, feeling foolish and seeming a bit flushed with anticipation (yet restraining himself
from improper conduct), sits on a chair across from the young man when the boy returns to
the living room. A conversation ensues in which George asks Kenny questions, trying to
discern the young man’s reasons for being there that night. The boy, too, is trying to learn
things about George, but keeps hedging with his responses to George‘s questions, and
nothing completely “telling” is ever said. Meanwhile, their eyes linger on each other. The
young man’s eyes are an enchanting almost gleaming blue; I find it hard myself to look away
from his sweet face. My eyes are also riveted every second to George’s face and to its many
subtle changes of expression.. Finally, the boy asks George something and at that moment,
George’s face blurs. My curiosity is very aroused when suddenly the scene has switched to
George awaking at about 3 a.m. from his bed.. The young man, however, is not in the bed
(as I had hoped he would not be). He is asleep on the sofa, and he clutches in his hands the
gun which George had planned to shoot himself with. Had George revealed his plan to end
his life that day to his student? Was that what happened in those missing hours? Had the
boyish Kenny (while George was sleeping off his drunkenness) found the gun in the same
way he had discovered the picture of George’s partner and now was holding it to prevent
George from carrying out his suicide? I know I am soon going to learn George’s fate. . .
Categories:
seeming(a), life, lossday,
Form:
Narrative
Fields of gold meet a deep indigo sky
Specks of light an autistic bright palette
Vagabond dreams waft in nigh & nigh
Field of blue flowers and rising sunset
Prophesying the future of the fields
In walks her aura like a burning hush
Drinking in solitude, her body yields
Like the tree in the wind, soft swoosh
Armed in loaded moments post to post
Their love is like a rare flower after dark
Sitting on a fence the lover and the ghost
The platitudes of sing songs, from a lark
Mystic Rose
Blue flowers within the top breezy air
Near a barbed wire fence near the yellow field
The sky so blue is a stark contrast there
Great supply of plant life brings a great yield
Trees bend to the wind, seeming a storm comes
Near a barbed wire fence near the yellow field
The whole place here seems to be quite lonesome
The air seemingly goes and whips around
Trees bend to the wind, seeming a storm comes
Animals here don’t feel lost on the ground
The flowers move quietly in the wind
The air seemingly goes and whips around
Alone I walk in this field which I send
Aura of a storm from the field of hearts
The flowers move quietly in the wind
Love is with blue flowers that I impart
Blue flowers within the top breezy air
Aura of a storm from the field of hearts
The sky so blue is a stark contrast there
Russell Sivey
Form Terzanelle
This was a compilation from a picture we both viewed
Categories:
seeming(a), flower, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
As the sun glow is expelled by darkness,
I pour myself a whiskey and ice,
sitting in my favourite spot to relax,
distant traffic pollution, somehow soothing,
smell of freshly cut garden in the air,
the thoughts of the day’s reality leave me.
Staring through my framed garden,
into the distance, blurred visions surrounds me,
a shadow of uncontrolled feelings overcome me,
flashes of after life seeming a reality,
a tunnel vision of anguish appears.
Pasts flickering, streaming like an 8mm 1950 movie,
cries of pain, laughter start to echo in my minds space,
ghostly whispering and screams mashed together,
pitter-patter of children and drowned out laughter,
smell of cooking emanating from somewhere.......
Thoughts of past racing in my mind,
a panicked endless fall,
body shivering with cold sweats, hot flushes,
sounds of shattering crockery,
voices of anger, cries of sadness...........
Attempts to stop is consumed and relentless,
locked in my barbed wire prison,
my awoken nightmare of the past,
I cannot flush my mind.
Rocking to force a sleep, anxiety and paranoia,
Mind not resting, becoming drained,
tsunami of confusion overwhelms,
Tossed around in emotional waves.......
Background words I hear,
may I pour you another?
may I pour you another?
Tunnel fades, dark blur disappears,
muffled sounds, flicker of memories silent,
close call of stuck in my past, no return,
saved from my inner grey rainbow,
left for another day perhaps.
A beautiful image forms in front of me,
my body jerks out of numb stillness,
a clearer voice I hear,
are you okay, she asks?
may I pour you another?
my voice of saving grace now vivid,
a perfect body outline no longer rigid.
Thank you for being here, I say,
I embrace her tightly,
words I say, that physical touch,
mean more, than can be explained,
one day, you will understand.
Love turns my grey rainbow to colour,
I love you......................................
Categories:
seeming(a), anxiety, care, future, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
She was stern there looking at me
Not quite a pout, almost angry
Her hair, wild, is loose all about
She keeps it stringy and spread out
Her eyes burning with fire, deadly
Heart bleeds seeming a mystery
Red between lips is what I see
Protruded out with a fine pout
She was stern there
Her nose flares as if she won’t be
Won’t hold my love, she sits sternly
Fiercely she carries some dire doubt
Without my love she’s in a drought
One thing’s sure, there’s no guarantee
She was stern there
Russell Sivey
Categories:
seeming(a), life,
Form:
Rondeau
I see a land completely all in white
Secluded by the trees and the bushes
This place is grand seeming a holy sight
It’s not like snow or powder in some night
The land is quietly filled with shushes
I see a land completely all in white
The woods holds the mystery of delight
Will the fairy that made this give wishes
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
There are spots illuminated by light
The whiteness is bright and filled with lushes
I see a land completely all in white
No creature here really wants to fight
Glory emphatic is great in thrushes
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
White seems to sure make everything just right
Not a plant carries or surely crushes
I see a land completely all in white
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
Contest: Fantasy
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
6/20/2013
Categories:
seeming(a), fantasy, life, nature, places,
Form:
Villanelle
Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation
The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years doing their gentle but remorseless work
Inside the house light denied world now given to insects and rodents
Left to do nothing but eat and all gone now consume just themselves
Wintertime wind whistles and rain seeps in through gaps
Kept once a garden dissembling now in its own fertility
Nature kindly putting forth hated nettles burrs and docks
By lack of care a garden that is there now seeming to wildness
What now is there left of a man what was there ever
But everything unnatural now reduced to its former glory
Outside the lovely wild garden flowers
The reds of Foxglove Ragged Robin and sweet Herb-Robert
Bright suns yellow the Lesser Celandine and Creeping Buttercup
Butterflies alighting on blue Willow Gentian and Large Venus Looking Glass
Categories:
seeming(a), imaginationhouse, garden, house,
Form:
Free verse
From the sky, rays that lift the hearts of men
Beams on down upon the beautiful sea
The sun brings its glory, does go and send
Allows a meekness about what’s empty
Gleaning everything from what I can see
Beauty is within the air, surely free
Seeming a shining moment seen humbly
The rays do devour the darkness, brings hope
Harboring light in itself completely
Letting life in, allowing one to cope
Russell Sivey
Categories:
seeming(a), happiness, life, uplifting,
Form:
Dizain
Today a hummingbird flew by my face
She proceeded to land with so much grace
She stared at me and cocked her head
In my eyes I could see, in my heart she had read
Today I saw the shape of an angel in the clouds
She winked at me and waved so proud
As her shape changed to a heart so far above
I knew you were there spreading your love
Today in my yard, a rose bloomed so huge
It's colors so bright and seeming a fugue
Each petal was perfect and delicate too
Today that rose reminded me of you
Today my heart feels heavy and sad
But I know you are telling me please be glad
Today was the day you left this earth
It's been one year since you left family and hearth
Today I lost a mother and best friend
My world as I knew it crashed to an end
Today you have shown me to look all around
In all you will see me as I am no longer bound
Today you have shown me to dry my tears
I am no longer in pain, I no longer fear
Look to your heart, you will find me there
In all things you do, do them with care
My daughters, my sons, my husband and grandchildren too
Today believe me when I say I am always with you
I will be with you always, I am never away
By your side I remain each and every day
Categories:
seeming(a), absence, anniversary, beauty, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Perform Some Sexual Sin
Remember time we took a trip to Morocco,
And had stopped by there for terrific taco;
After that into time we took very long leap,
To see willow who always wanted to weep.
The next day we zipped over to zany zoo,
To see such a gorgeous, good looking gnu,
Sometime later only seeming a short while,
Saw smile from some cute scaled crocodile.
Revived vibrant memory of vagrant Venetian,
Who performed part in play called Phoenician;
Remembered someone performing sexual sin;
Ended up being President living in Washington.
Jim Horn
Categories:
seeming(a), allegory, analogy, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
As I look out my window, all I see is couples holding hands
As I see lovers kiss and smile, it reminds me of us
As the couples walk along these roads, I wonder if you and I will ever be that way.
We're far from one another, yet we're staring up at the same moon and stars
We wish to be side by side, though we both know we're thinking of one another
As i'm writing this I think of you
While my heart is miles away I still feel your arms around me
As I wonder if you truly mean all you've said to me
Watching day turn to night my heart begins to race while a smile appears upon my lips.
I won't say for now as I feel like my forever is so far away
Finding ways to make you closer then you are
Finding quotes to say how i'm feeling
Knowing you are the one
Seeming a bit cliché
Being in love seems like a dream
Finding you was the best thing I've done
Yet the distance is killing me
Looking deeper then skin
Looking over both our disabilities
While scars are visible only to eyes but these scars brought us together with love making scars less then they are.
Bruised only to see my heart mended by you
Categories:
seeming(a), beauty, boyfriend, cute love,
Form:
Free verse
Built with the measurement of The Alive
For those once here but no longer thrive;
One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment
And it was some lavish entertainment!
In the past, bamboos strung into a box
For some innocent guy or consummate fox!
A wiring round it of raffia fiber
It’s eventual occupier, The Subscriber…
Easily costs more than other carpentry,
Often hesitantly purchased by The Peasantry:
Usually, when seller has jacked up the price,
From the bereaved buyer wanting to gain thrice,
…Because now he’s still choking with grief
Preferably wanting bargains to be brief…
In recent times, no longer feared
Not by even the kids now reared,
Many of it on commercial display
Seeming a big toy for a little play.
Rolls tears down cheeks only in tragic context
And only then, a sorrowful river shorn of pretext
Authentic scenes of on lookers Mortification,
As, it buoys a man of peculiar qualification
Or that of lower integrity
Who had spent a fortune on his infirmity…
Now more than ever a political tool,
Supposedly delivering popular opinion pool;
Easily foreshadowing the disgrace of a rival party
And it’s members advising to stop feeling hearty,
The customary motive, Electoral comedy
Still sometimes unleashing evils defying remedy.
Categories:
seeming(a), absence, bereavement, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
The further I traveled from
me, the closer I came to you –
found myself nearing with
such found release...my heart swelling
sweet generous nectar; sensing no loss,
but, in fact, more abundance
for sharing and receiving. It is the lesson of love,
the ripening of heart's dearer agents through selfless caring –
Indeed! Love is a nurturing school...of small little
chirps, purring, and needy cries; it is cold dark
forced out by the graceful warming of heavenly
pairing: The rests minimal, and pianissimos
ever brighter: Shakespeare was not so overly theatrical
about the world being a stage, nor Poe too
speculative, about all seeming a dream
within a dream – for love is dreamy, magical
and mystically deep – The Universe shouting,
Encore!~More!~applauding endlessly such
Divine Sleep....
Categories:
seeming(a), inspirational, love, meaningful, passion,
Form:
Free verse