Best Sight For Sore Eyes Poems
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A painted lady, a butterfly
Wispy wings a delicate design
Polka dots align her spine
Marbled brown with fringe
Warm sienna tints a tinge
Speckled black scales of fancy lace
Easy breezy full of grace
Dainty aerobat’s with olive scent
Classic angle iridescent
Painted white ink spots each wing
A sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say,
‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array
Milkweed flowers in her garden
Honeydew nectar a feast to regard in
A thousand miles she will fly,
against Fall's tender cool blue sky
Golden rays her solar compass,
to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end
Up the coast where time she’ll spend
Moonlight bright.......giving brilliance to night
will you marry my daughter..... she's a sight for sore eyes.
A spirit wild ....she's the love of my life
glides accross the skies with others of her kind.
A joy .... her warm embrace as she draws near
to tickle with dainty fingers other spirits' hair.
Her starry eyes twinkling bright...her flaxen hair
sweep the evening sky.
Her smile .....a touch of sunset on the earth below
her gown .....the sprinkle of stardust ,an everlasting glow
illuminates the cosmos...a delightful scene.
I offer her to you moonlight bright
your bride to be.......keep her at your side.
your special moonbeam she'll become
a joy she''ll bring you...on your nocturnal ride,
your special moonbeam she'll be....
my spirit child.
Vacation Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
The sweet fragrance of tall palms swaying in the breeze,
brought continuous harmony into our hearts,
The smell of contentment spread as far as the eye can see,
This was our anticipated honeymoon, we were never apart.
We had been through way too much as a young adults. Our vows were made and we stepped off the plane quickly entering a world of tranquility and peace. Kauai was our paradise. This was our destination far away from the life we left behind. It was on the other side of the world. Our honeymoon was anticipated for months, and we were finally there. We couldn't unpack fast enough, for all we wanted to do was dip our toes in the soft sands of the Pacific ocean. It had streaks of cerulean and light green. I saw beauty in each pebble as the waters floated up amicably. The warm breeze showered a gentle mist through my body. I had never felt that way before. The tides gently flowed up to my knees tickling my legs....
sweet scents of palm trees
tender mist sprays through my soul
peaceful Kauai
On a tour we drove around the massive volcano Mauna Loa. It has a peak reaching almost three miles high.They have been formed over the last seventy million years. To see the eruption of lava was an amazing sight for sore eyes. I witnessed the red flow of the volcano dripping down into a hole to the core of the earth. As we drove up to the cliff, my stomach dropped to the ground. The depth of the Waipoo Falls was entrancing. I was hypnotized feeling a sense of magical desperation longing to fly freely into the blue. I saw such tender beauty in Kauai. We deserved this honeymoon after all we had been through. There we were, on an island created only for love. The intimacy was delicate and our passion for each other drove my mortality crazy.
volcano of love
together in paradise
honeymoon island
Believing we can share such a deep desire for a vacation
Engulfed into the magic an island can freely give
Nature so beautiful, bringing natural elation
Watching the warm waters is so seductive.
~Date Written: February 8, 2016~
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
Tiny toes and a wrinkly face, such a sight for sore eyes to see,
what a blessing it is that God chose Joseph Thomas to be a part of me.
From a toddler to a teenager, soon in college after those days,
Joey married Layla his childhood crush, in love in a special way.
Soon I had grandchildren and how joyful my life became,
we weathered so many storms, but our family overcame.
On my last birthday I turned a tender young age of seventy,
sad news followed and we learned that nothing is a guarantee.
My Joey had been battling lymphoma at only forty years old,
we all gathered around the priest, for nothing could be controlled.
I stood there numb watching my son take his last short breath,
it seemed not too long ago I held him on my breast.
He grew great wings and flew above straight into the light,
I knew I would see him again, what a sorrowful delight.
My youngest daughter Caroline was pregnant with her first,
a gentle baby boy who came out backwards and headfirst!
I had the honor to hold little Tommy for the very first time,
I saw those brown eyes and I knew he was special and sublime.
Can it be true? Does my faith believe this to be our reality?
Can a soul be reborn into another child, a blessing of geniality?
My faith had been renewed and my perceptions had been overflowing,
I know deep down inside, Tommy holds the spirit of my Joey.
I believe the death of my sweet boy transmigrated into my grandson,
an embodiment of his soul with in, two spiritual bodies becoming one.
So amazing that Joey's spirit has again become earth bound,
this is why I believe what goes up....must come back down...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
Sad sad goodbyes
Tears in the rain;
TV drama
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Old man writes
Amusing musings;
Laughs madly aloud
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Memory recites
Changes lyrics;
Good old daze
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Morning mist
Cold chilly wind;
Sun on vacation
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Limping man
Walks his dog;
Sight for sore eyes
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Old heritage tree
Ancient times linger;
Living relic
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News highlight
Men killing men;
Wars never end
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A cruel race we are
Style sweet smiles;
Turn around and kill
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Jolly Lolly fun
Old ice cream treat;
Extinct as the dinosaur
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My darling sleeps
Speaks in a dream;
Murmurs lovely things
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Just for a while
Shopping briefly;
Fatigue comes quick
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Crowded lift
Strange motley faces;
Checking e-devices
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Ancient evenings
TV for company;
Life goes on
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Leon Enriquez
22 July 2015
Singapore
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore EYES
Off the top of my HEAD its been nearly two years
Yes ,I have been keeping busy
A FINGER in every pie that’s me
It has been a bit of a struggle
I did put my NECK on the line
Many times I cried my HEART out
Then would dust myself off and say “ok girl CHIN up”
And FACE the music
Yes we were away for a while
We had really itchy FEET
Though we were BACK before we knew it
I've kept an EAR out to see if anyone had heard from you
I did hear you started your own confectionary business
You’ve always had a sweet TOOTH
It’s on… “Now what’s the name of that street “?
It’s on the tip of my TONGUE….
It is something like KNEE
Kneetson No Kneedham thats it!
You’ll have a lot of ELBOW room there
If you ever need help
I can always lend a HAND
Oh ,you heard about that incident did you
She really put her FOOT in it this time
She has a such CHEEK
I told her to get off my BACK
To stop looking down her NOSE at me
I’ve always been upfront with her
Worn my HEART on my sleeve
Though getting the truth from her
Is like pulling TEETH
She is a royal pain in the NECK
I ARMED myself for the next encounter
My HEART was in my MOUTH
To be honest I got cold FEET
Best I keep her at ARMS length
So last time I saw her ,I said
I hope you are all EARS
I need to get something off my CHEST
I politely wished her good luck
Told her to break a LEG
And kiss my ****!!
(A Body Idiom Poem)
Mean from the start, depicted by fury.
A beast lies in you, from the belly of your torment
Sour & snarling, with each word you spill.
Lonely is your heart, unwilling to chill.
Severely damaged goods, not my fault.
Feel the coldness in the air, gone as you depart.
Not a sight for sore eyes, whenever you pass by.
Even your shadow, quivers with despise.
Somehow in this lunacy, a twinkle emerges
From your eyes. A gesture pass that dark, shallow
Exterior. A interior full of light.
Gaze seemed so gloomy, now seen so bright.
A roaring echo rumbles, into a sweet lullaby,
By night.
Beauty lost & found, in the strangest place.
Bewildered but transformed, love has found its place.
Across the sea in a far off land,
Hunkered down in a bombed out farmhouse, a soldier makes his final stand.
Seriously wounded, but no fear does he show,
As the enemy approaches, he’s locked and loaded and ready to go.
As darkness nears this may be his only break,
With night vision goggles on he is willing to give back as much as he must take.
If his ammo holds out he may have a chance,
In hopes that his squad can reach him in their forward advance.
As pain from his wounds are taking their toll.
A vision of getting home to his wife and young son is now his primary goal.
He wipes away sweat even though the weather is cold,
With no thought of quit he waits for whatever to unfold.
Rat-a-tat-tat, the machine guns make their report,
As he holds his fire, at the present, the ball is in his court.
They don’t know for sure he’s there as they try to draw his fire,
As he huddles close to the ground in his own blood and mire.
All at once they are upon him as he raises to shoot,
But the enemy falls before he does and it takes a moment for this to compute.
Then he spots his comrades as they make there way to him,
He said you guys are a sight for sore eyes, he said my chances were getting pretty slim.
They get him to a med-o-vac and back to base,
As they work feverishly to save his life, he loses an arm in this ongoing race.
Weak and weary, they ship him back to the states,
To convalesce, and thank God that his arm, the price he paid for our freedom was to be his
only fate.
He thanked the Lord for sparing him one arm to hold his wife and little son,
He thanked the Lord that he got to come home and his battle was done.
He thanked the Lord for a country that embraced him in his darkest hour,
And to the Lord he gave all Glory and Thanks for His Almighty Power.
Ah tis a glorious morn in Old Penryn Town
A chill in the air, sparkling frost on the ground
The Sun rising o're the mountains and trees to the East
What a beautiful sight .. for these old eyes a grand feast
The garden is aglow as it greets the new day
The flowers and plants rising from their sleep in the usual way
The field basks in the sunshine and soon the geese will arrive
Settling in to rest and feed on the pond what a sight for sore eyes
At the foot of the Sierras Old Penryn Town does quietly rest
The remnants of old orchards paint a clear picture of its glorious past
The hills and valleys provide a small shelter from the cities that lay beyond
Bathing everything in their beauty as if created by a mystical magic wand
In the distance a lonely train whistle can be heard loud and clear
As the train's monotonous hum draws ever more near
People traveling to somewhere, supplies destined for those further North
The train tracks form a majestic hi way as they weave back and forth
Every day in Old Penryn Town is a gift to be cherished
I often think of those that settled this land and then quietly perished
Their spirits cast an invisible cloud covering this beautiful land
And sometimes at night they can be felt among us .. still lending a hand
Life provides many challenges and often our rewards are too few
And to find peace and comfort is something most of us seldom do
So I am thankful that my love and I settled on this most hallowed ground
As each day is a blessing in Old Penryn Town
She was the nadir of affection
like a scorned lover, hell-bent on revenge.
She was still like a fresh flower, a sight for sore eyes.
David was told she was once jilted
by the beau of the town,
now hell-bent to wreak havoc on men
who unknowingly felt her black spider's charm.
He was not known to her; he was not introduced.
So, it was easy to ignore her, despite the warnings
of his soul. For did not his heartbeat faster?
And adrenal flow in quantities above the norm?
Yet he remained aloof, played hard to get,
knowing that was the way to beat her down.
He had no magic or dreams to weave,
no moon dust, mystic herbs or love potions,
only his determination and wily will.
For they were as alike as two mountain peaks
covered with hard white snow and tricky paths,
dangerous slopes and precipitating avalanches.
Perhaps the predator savoured more the chase.
She began to notice, and David was yearning more.
Until the day arrived when they looked into
each other's eyes and knew the outcome of the game.
Gone was the last speck of hope,
the shred of possibility, the promise of a new love
loomed like a giant glacier and the dice were cast.
The deadly demons in them were loose.
Idyllic days passed sensuously by a farce of fervour.
He had to save himself for her clutches could hurt,
claws that could cut deep within the soul.
So, like the knave he was, he slinked away
left her to her own devices and saved his pride.
She was not easy to forget, he dreamt of her often,
nor was it easy to forgive himself, especially when
he heard the news that she had killed herself.
23 September 2022
ONE FROM THE DARK SIDE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
"A House In New Orleans" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
Walking down Bourbon Street I stopped at the 1850 house to see it for myself. The French Quarter is rich with historic homes...homes with fully furnished decorations and you can smell the history of New Orleans the second you walk through the front door. It's considered a jewel of this city and depicts family life during such prosperous period in the city's history. There are many homes and they are visions of such beauty with a good story to go with each one. Oh my, how the trellises reaching towards the sky are filled with such marvelous vines and tall rose bushes. Purple and pink wild flowers that are a sight for sore eyes. So close to your neighbors and sitting on balconies cheering to good food with close family and friends...
French Quarter beauty
Bourbon Street fine history
traveling flowers
You should see it at night..the street's and alley's are crawling with tourists singing and dancing to exquisite soul jazz singers, filling up every square inch of the French Quarter. A divine restaurant with fine food and many drinks. During the night you can't miss the parties and good times shared between people from all over the world. Everyone laughing, singing and dancing all night long. A once and a lifetime visit and the most remarkable citizens living free of life's responsibilities...I finally put the beads around my neck as I enjoyed the Chinese Dragon Parade...
jazz music singers
laughing, dancing, drinks in hand
having fun all night
5th Place Winner
Date Written: January 16, 2016
I dreamt of you again during the jaded hours where chocolate silk covered my soul tainted with morbid memories of where breast cancer had lingered long after hospice left the building I gazed through diamond covered eyes window panes leading to a quaint ledge I often glanced over after untimely chemo therapy a sight for sore eyes to find you hovering over angel figurines lined against the gift shop wall how drained I was an yet it was your soul that needed prayers your heart that needed my undivided. attention I'd forgotten life I'd neglected living catering selfishly to pain and disfigured timings I'd endure I thought of passion pink and sassy threads leaving nothing out I thought of new loves you'd explore in my absence I daintily gathered my pink gel soles and began walking breathlessly for you dear as I'd remembered your beating heart beneath my weakened breast bone
At the country club a sight for sore eyes
Brunch with the bunch and giraffic surprise
Two tall orders, son of a gun
It surely beat the hole-in-one!
Anticipating sharing a slurped prize
You'll never believe this thing I saw
It couldn't stop from flappin' its jaw
With warts poking thru its beard
My eyes permanently seared
Wait! it was only my mother-in-law
I look in the mirror
There I see the prettiest girl in the world
For all her curves and edges
She sure is a sight for sore eyes
She knows her beauty is a weapon
The sharpest she could ever wield
Certainly mightier than the pen
Sharpened only by her brains
She is a force
Defeat a distant acquaintance
Nothing that stands in her way
Ever lives to see another day
Brick by brick
This girl built herself up
With help from passers-by
Who didn't know it was an empire they helped build
The girl in the mirror
Is content
In a shoebox in the street
Or in her mansion up on Wilbery Street
Cause she got that inner peace
Rosè on the roof
Designer handbags year-round
The newest wheels in her driveway
Is the only way she rolls
Prayer sewn to her side
Jesus tattooed on her heart
The Holy Spirit her only confidant
Her faith her foundation
The girl in the mirror
Thinks of her faults
Like brush strokes of an artist
Perfect in their imperfection
She is a masterpiece
No need of change
Rich in health and in wealth
Gorgeous on the inside and the outside
The girl in the mirror
Is the best part of me
I feel lucky to know her
Maybe one day I'll get to be her