Best Silver Gray Poems
Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof open,
(Annie Lennox groveling on the CD player),
reckless noon rays on my chin,
wind on ticklish, naked nape ...
Damn, who cares? I am 19 again?
Shuffling into the 7-Eleven Store
beside the Shell gas station
(With a free wind shield clean-up),
I draw out some bucks for a Philip Morris pack
and a two bottles of beer, plus a Dorito
( the barbecue flavor , please)…
Ain’t a drinker; a smoker on occasion,
but I feel like being reckless and
slightly rebellious ;
I lock the door prepping up for an untamed ride.
Grabbing a spray of cologne mist
and red-violet lipstick from the tote,
my irises roll from the lane to the side mirror,
as I slowly dunk the beer, icy and bubbly
zooming away with hands laughing on the wheels.
Nobody knows me in this place; my ribs shout silently:
This is just all for me; just now, I’ll be.
This is just between me and the edge of a free road.
This is about my navel breathing fire and ice,
It’s about touching danger fast without reason or fuzz
Because later, all this smooth craziness will soon pass.
Back to the same home trail, I rip the cigarette sticks,
slide the unused bottle in my bag
before wiping the red on lips with the Dorito foil…
“ Mommy, Mommy… where have you been?”
I smile as if my skin had chased a tornado…
Dumping the beer on the back porch,
My hand is cleansed by some kind of holy water,
And I start to hug my mischievous girl...
Then off I start to roll the plates on the sinking sink.
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Celebrating My Faves Contest
For Andrea Dietrich--Faved by Sponsor
Reposted 4/24/2016
Care not I for the day at noon,
air filled with the humidity of June,
Where is my full mystic moon,
share your golden radiance with me soon,
Bear witness to a lonely cricket's tune,
there you shine on every land, lake and dune.
Will the man in the moon smile bright?,
hill, tree and meadow are bathed in night,
Kill and extinguish the cloudy starlight,
sill of my window glowing luminous white,
Still is my heart as I see a glorious sight,
fills the sky as it reaches it's height.
Why wait there and make me weep?,
shy and slowly over the mountain top creep,
I thought that you were fast asleep,
my wandering gaze I shall forever keep,
Thy orange coloring is rich and deep,
by the time of the fall harvest reap.
It is time to play freely and escape,
visit me shrouded with a sheer silver drape,
Quit hiding and rise in a crescent shape,
sit above every blue snow, lagoon and cape,
Lit orbs eclipse, hued like a purple grape,
permit my wish and my mouth shall gape.
Make the night as bright as day,
lake waves seem to shimmer a silver-gray,
Break through the horizon, if you may,
opaque pearl that evokes a wolves' bay,
Wake early and until dawn, stay,
take all of my melancholy feelings away.
You mystify me as you wax and wane,
knew this waiting would drive me insane,
Do illuminate, please do not refrain,
too many evenings have ended in rain,
New moons alight every street, road and lane,
blue light now gleaming in my window pane.
(Gentle Summer Rain)
Listen to:
light pouring silver gray
enriched thoughts fall from the sky
complete path towards-
Blissful, Delighting Peace
small ceremonial rain dance.
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Gentle therapeutic rain
on a warm summer day.
falls of heaven on my skin
lovely healing memory
smiling tears
embracing promise land
means of escaping
utopia in a cloud
Solace-
light mist paints the Earth
"Drizzling summer rays."
Swimming in sunshine, rain.
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One night a-twinkling in the sky,
I spied a clever firefly
Who glowed the same faint silver-gray
As stars a million miles away.
*****
Although most stars remain afar
I reached out with a big glass jar
Then with a quick and sudden -SWISH-
I caught a twinkling summer's wish!
*****
I whispered to him my desire,
Then set him free -- that twinkling fire.
With lightning speed he went, and soon
He twinkled right on past the moon.
*****
Now when I'm in the dark of night.
If I but look, I'll see his light.
A-twinkling faithful in the sky
My clever little firefly!
The cat sat on the windowsill,
And stirred a little in his sleep.
Each breath a cloud upon the glass
And outside the snow was falling fast
The children all went out to play,
But he couldn’t be bothered to move today.
The radiator hummed, and the woman hummed,
And the cat hummed in his sleep.
And all about the little house,
The snow was getting deep.
The woman sat beside the fire,
And sung a merry little tune.
As she sung, back and forth she rocks,
Darning a pair of colorful socks.
Her hair is turning silver-gray,
But you’d never believe she had aged a day
Since she and the cat and a box full of shoes
Came to the house on the dune.
And all about the little house,
The snow reflected the moon.
Inside my aqua dream, a man, bright-eyed,
stood beckoning to me in ocean’s tide.
I saw him from the shoreline of a bay.
His eyes, reflecting blue of water’s spray,
were tinged with green, and I was mystified.
A wave came crashing, and it multiplied.
The man’s eyes shone like sea in sun of day,
and then I knew. . .on land I could not stay
inside my aqua dream.
The mesmerizing stranger spoke; I spied
a dolphin that appeared and gave a ride
to both of us. We clung to silver-gray,
and jumping on the ocean waves, away
we traveled. How I longed to ever glide
inside my aqua dream!
Written 7/29/12 for Francine Roberts'
"On the Ocean Waves" Poetry Contest
I looked at the world through
my silver gray bars.
Sad and alone
the only thing I could do was
reach out and feel the
wind on my fingers.
Trapped in by the sadness,
guilt, and pain i felt.
I was held back by
the fear and unknown
thoughts of the world
i could never enter.
But when i reached out for help no one
would ever take my hand.
I became a scared caged in
bird that learned not to trust.
That loneliness was my only friend i learned to
lock up my heart never
to be hurt again.
But one day you came
and reached in and asked for my hand.
You unlocked the cage I set in i held
tightly to your hand as you led me into
the world that was unknown the
world I thought I would never enter.
You wiped away the tears as they fell
and your kindness blew away my fear and sadness.
I entered the world that
I could only see through my
silver bars
As I hold your hand i take
my first steps in to a new
beginning.
Decades of friendship have grown every day,
and now we are seniors, with hair, silver gray.
Back in our teens, at a bus stop we met;
from that day on, our friendship was set.
Thicker than thieves, we were rarely apart,
a bond that was strong right from the start.
Our classmates nicknamed us the Bobbsey twins,
and so that is how our story begins.
Two young girls who fast became friends,
planning together for fun at weekends.
Sharing our secrets, both joys and our fears,
laughing and pining, and sometimes in tears.
There for each other through thick and thin.
Forever best friends, my dear Sara Lynn.
Never give up, fight if you can
Rheumatism has already attacked joints all over the body
Hands, shoulder, elbow, hip, ankles and knees are not as they once were
You have to fight on ... but is not easy getting old
My brilliant car ... so raw and simple ... a cure for depression
It is not difficult in any way
I just love it ... a real Ferrari puppy
29.01.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
A third eye, an open ended
topsy-turvy petal blowing gap,
a vaginal bore, is what I’ve become.
The bloom's long gone. The petals sucked
dry with nectar long ago lipped.
Every orifice repeats its plea
for knowing I, centered as the core of id.
I am the warmth burnt from fields of Iris’
and bays of daylilies, I have
flowered, soon to die.
A third I laughs at the absurdity,
tendrils rooting on hair of silver gray,
aft holding to the ship of orbital she-
ray-rising to the celestial he.
First Published by Kind of a Hurricane Press 2013
Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than life- Not! Famous to none; infamous to
one-- maybe! That old tree that never moves but to stalemate then check. Mark it off-- I'm
done! Approval, Approval, Approval! Stamp me authentically me. Nature calls no one as we
call it often. Rings true, I believe. Natural self looks like Apollo and Daphne in the minds eye
of keen perception. Distorted fragments of soapstone in my artist's mind recalls and carves
and older self. Rewind now, back to babyhood; not yet out of the woods of my sheltered life.
Sheltered life, comfortable; Sheltered strife, uncomfortable; Shelters galore, displaced
woman. Never to become morbidly serious about reality-- I'm an Aspen now in a darkened
mood detached adhered to my silverish, thirtyish leaves, leaving one silver-gray split hair on
the memory of the past which is still not true to self-- now in present life is hopeful and not
reproachful!
The Bitter End of the Road
Travelers coalesce as if from as dense fog
about the grounds of the retreat.
The lodge shimmers silver-gray
amongst the changing autumn woods.
The gravel way diminishes in rearview mirrors
with the pinging sound of pebbles against
the metal horses of the day.
Civilization, ever trampling,
encroaches upon what ages ago
had been a pristine forest, now swarms
to the Lodge’s gates:
ants to the picnic
late comers in search of the scraps,
the leavings,
of much abused nature.
Slamming car doors, buzzing cell phones,
endless chatter accosts the forest’s skirt.
Beaten paths awaited those stalwart enough
to venture in, rushing ever forward
and upward
through the crunch of fallen leaves,
the snap of branch,
the distant warble of unseen birds.
Water, when near, adds
its own rush, and babble.
But, the smaller critters seem to have vanished
tracks and spoor, trampled
whether in reverence or disregard;
it matters not.
In our ever onward rush to enjoy,
the sounds of cricket,
cicada, the squirrels chitter,
the owls call;
we by our mere presence
destroy.
First Published by Poetry Quaterly
The dense fog drapes all like a soft wool shawl
Morn's sun tries to peek through silver gray clouds
But those game roosters crow long_their pride show
God's creatures sing praise some soft_others loud
Rippled clouds (like sands upon a beach lands)
Float upon the eastern sky enshrouded
Caught up in this dense damp fog_ rain's evidence
Kipling Style Work
First try at this stlye
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Contest: In The Kipling Manner
Written by: Sara Kendrick
When the seconds don't flow with energy.
Don't wish to fight for the space, to be seen.
Essence doesn't fetch you double jeopardy.
Thoughts break through their own fences on the screen.
When I connect through pages of aged time.
My limbs that have run wild, now siesta.
The years lullabies and nursery rhyme,
being snapped away by an orchestra.
Tomorrow's melody, melting away.
Connect often with family and friend.
I admit my hair has turned silver gray.
Life's last journey - we will meet at the end.
10 syllables per line
The joys you brought into the home
A little silver-gray skein - soft and warm
Raspberry tongue and jade green eyes
I believe that you are exceptional -
nothing more, nothing less
You are a door opener, to inner feelings
There will always be hands to pat you
feed you and nurse your wounds
In the reflection room, threads are woven
of future dreams
A long earthly journey of discovery
with life-giving energies