Best Smooths Poems
He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which way my adjectives should go
when wandering "A Starry Galaxy"
I follow the "Sinuous Melody"
To cross the river and climb the boulder
While tapping "Gently on the Shoulder"
He finds summer in "A Piece of Winter"
As a friend, brother and mentor
He is welcoming, and when reading your poem
His comments are "To You Alone"
And if you come to say
"I Needed Wings Today"
He will weave lines in a "Distinct Ballet"
As if "It Came Upon a Prophecy"
And not from some stifled "Academy"
Dear John, please continue to "Compose"
Even when "Getting Old is Getting Old"
Without your gift
We are "Too Soon Bereft"
The "Verbal Miracles" you perform
Show how "All of Life is a Poem"
You have been my friend
my artistry sibling,
"And I Am Grateful".
12/20/23
Categories:
smooths, appreciation, friendship, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Non-Toxic Love
Pecking order glances
Destroys friendship chances
Dissolves love, annuls romances.
Surviving smart as a fox…
Smooths that road of hard knocks…
So step out of the box.
Live above mental kicks.
Care, without verbal pricks,
Strengthen homes made of sticks.
Avoid hot gossiping lips
Prevent ill judger's grips.
Watch the evil one do flips.
Find peace with the white dove.
Be sheltered by God above.
Receive His gift… non-toxic love.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
Categories:
smooths, angst, love, peace
Form:
Rhyme
Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy
I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.
In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.
Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get
but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see
we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.
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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
Categories:
smooths, love, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
I recognize the subtleties of love
its reality
is easy to see.
An emotional gift sent from above
to both the frightened
and the enlightened.
I understand the desire for passion's flame
and sense how disappointment can turn to blame.
But I feel there is more.
My heart starts pounding like a thoroughbred
when I am with you
for your love is true.
And when I feel loved, my smile starts to spread
sharing sweaty palms
without any qualms.
Love is such an indescribable feeling
I bounce head over heels, from floor to ceiling.
But I feel there is more.
Love titillates my heart and smooths my soul,
and I understand
why it feels so grand.
You're the missing piece that made my heart whole
We're but flesh and bone
scared to be alone.
Love lets lonely hearts visualize heaven
gambling that fate will roll either a seven
or beat the odds with a winning eleven.
But I feel there is more
to love than keeping score!
(Qarinage)
Nov. 13, 2018
Categories:
smooths, 12th grade, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior
A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary
Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses
Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry
In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed
Might be intimidating
I'll still give you 'A' star rating
Categories:
smooths, flying, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Hard-working, calloused hands
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file,
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain,
my arm hairs stand erect.
11-7-19
Categories:
smooths, hair, husband, mountains, romance,
Form:
Free verse
She's only seventeen
Eyes of warm blue ice…
a sky with clouds of pearl
Kindness peeks out,
empathy for the whole world
Ebony lashes, concealing,
revealing, in a graceful fan
Flickering glimpses of
this strong woman within
Youth plumps and smooths
dandelion dusted skin,
That only glows a golden bronze
when the sun's shinin’.
Hair, a long and straight
arrow down her back
Sometimes it's a rich brown,
sometimes blue, or black
Not interested in pink satin
or frilly, white lace
But she loves to have shiny jewels
to decorate her face
Inside this stunning shell,
behind all the bling,
Lies a mind full of deep thoughts,
a heart that's known pain
Yet she laughs without boundaries,
she will always dance in the rain
My heart and soul, my beloved,
She's only seventeen.
Categories:
smooths, child, family, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
When one excites
the other calms.
When one is worried
the other soothes.
When one is rough
the other smooths.
We go together
like sweet and sour.
We're the same
yet different too.
We can't fit in
the same shoes.
But we like the sky
and the stars above.
And we both like
being in love.
We share our cookies
and our milk
Because he likes the chocolate
and I like the cream.
And we both dare to dream.
If I'm sad
he makes me laugh.
If he's mad
I act daft.
I like red
and he likes blue.
Together we make
a lovely purple hue.
If I'm broken
he fixes me up.
I'm the sugar
in his cup.
We come together
whatever we do.
Like a plus and a minus
we stick like glue.
He hypnotizes
and I magnetizes
Cause opposites attract
and that's a fact!
Copyright: Jan. 24, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
smooths, love,
Form:
Free verse
We are all improbable in our own way,
and who can augur the future?
I never could have laid out my course in advance,
though in looking back it all makes sense,
even if it was me flipping a coin (or if somebody flipped it for me).
Hindsight smooths the probabilistic waves,
and here I sit, having cast the coin,
having had the coin in pocket,
having gotten change at an early age,
the cashier having had a drawerful of metal,
the mint having stamped to its heart's content,
the metallurgists having had their smiles,
the miners having ground fault wiles,
the cosmos having performed admirably, elementally.
Here I sit, tonight's chautauqua taking place in a goblet of garnet, yea - a very phrontistery of fuchsia. Far be it from me to understate the euphonious manner in which the cork leapt from the bottle, the Olympian olfactory embrace, the bathykolpian brand of this elixir. The wind outside the window - what is it telling me? Am I entangled, unawares, in my ebullience, a ptarmic influence in the decoction escaping my notice? Am I blind to the greater reality, my words falling like amaurotic husks to the ground? Or, that given ground, does it emit the mephitic essence? Is this the supernatural revenge of some aspect of the wine's terroir, rendering the drinker typhlotic to the usufruct of this very forum, to an iatrogenic principle at work? Are we held at bay by external sternutatory Influence, all our self-reliant suppositions trumped by errhine externals?
Here I sit, wondering if 'tis no more than the contest of the Ego, Superego, and Id, grinding against one another in tribologic sculpting. Or is a spiteful, chthonian influence at work, stemming from that same terroir? Can the wine be blamed? Can we cry out, apotropaically, to rescue ourselves? Are conscious forces arrayed against us, or are we our own worst enemy? Is there a soil/soul for a wine? And is it only a fancy of Fortuna that I sit here tonight, deterministic tendrils floating around me in a manner that threaten my assumptions? Am I free of myself, or is there no such thing as such freedom? In the end, do all things come to one? Obfuscatory clarity - yes, I know, and peace won't sleep in the transparent bottom of my glass.
Categories:
smooths, addiction, drink, earth, wine,
Form:
Prose
A light with bite that wounds the eye
is breaker borne. Ashore,
this bright morning burns
black holes upon the retina:
sun spots that dot the dunes.
My vision sweeps, west to east,
a stretch of beach. Each wave,
which breaks then smooths to ripples,
retreating leaves its flotsam:
spume-laden seaweed and shells the sun
will bleach to blinding white in hours.
A swimmer bodysurfs to water's edge.
I sip my tonic, sponge my brow,
and, through tinted glasses, confront
the terrace crowd of others, cowed,
like me, by youth, by sun, by sand and sea.
Categories:
smooths, holiday, introspection, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
THE TIDES OF TIME
Willy nilly the aging process
Smooths and recycles the sharp edges of life
And re-sorts our big troubles and small.
The ebb and flow of time - irresistible,
Repetitive, constructive, destructive -
Cleans the rubble-strewn
Patch of our life,
Rounds and makes regular each grain,
Filling in holes, combing each strand
To form a smoother pattern until
Seniority brings serenity,
And the tempests of hot temper
Abate, to be replaced by
More clement elements.
Our older, smoother, rounded
Patch of firmament
Must needs fit more firmly
Into the cycle of life,
For the tides of time wait for no man.
Categories:
smooths, age, life,
Form:
Imagism
Oasis at noon
What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within
a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.
Oasis at sunset
Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands
Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing
Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends
Oasis at Dawn
Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon
With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye
Categories:
smooths, dance, day, earth, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
My Frenemy
My Frenemy sits beside me, cool and quiet
Even as I write this.
My Frenemy smooths my thoughts. whispers new ideas into my head
But... also robs me of recent memories,
Not to mention my general dignity.
My Frenemy is neither good nor evil,
Nor friend nor foe,
Depending upon his use,
As I suppose is true of all of us.
So we shall continue our dance for now,
Taking and giving,
Dying and living.
Categories:
smooths, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
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Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy
I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.
In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.
Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get
but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see
we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
Written by Nancy Jones on the evening of August 6, 2011.
It was inspired by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ and her contest entitled “Three Gems”
Categories:
smooths, imagination, love, music, ,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
When the sky rains down in jelly bean lights
Colors bright, multiplying themselves through lightning bolts
Seen through their candy cracks opened loud
Like clouded green glass glowing thick
Glowing wide jello wavering in a blinding flash
Across the landscape kissed
Happiness smooths over coconut sweet trees
Orange sugar slices take on a smile candy cotton
Hurried up above, going nowhere fast
Not in a frenzy or need for speed
Shapes of clouds in the breeze
Sun light yellow orange meanders
Rainbow bands on grand canvasses arrive
Bursts into life over new seeds landed sown as sugar cane
Plants shaped like trumpets sound crisp golden notes
In Spring they sway as delicacies
Fill up the sandy hills with syrup sweet aromas
Flavors melt
Melodies come sharp with deep dark chocolate
Swirl us into thick rich passions kiss caressed
Brings us to our knees
Keen to the taste of joy
Drums strike up a fever speaking from the heart
On the horizons wide smile as laughter caught
Between each beat comes sugary sweet breezes
Through fertile trees full of the reddest apples
Delicately lifted in deliciousness on Easter bliss
Confection powder converts grass into candy
Covers every misstep covered in the past by snow
Sensibility goes out the window falling over thrilled
Children trip over themselves, jump marshmallow high
A springboard to heaven gliding by
Just within the reach of kites made out of caramel popcorn
Babies also take a chance and reach with all their might
Jelly beans beaming lights touch the soul right to the core
Jump! Take every color candied treat
Before the streets drown them in water melons mouth
Swallow up the last sweet flavors drifting down
Jelly beaming lights roll in on thunder clouds
Categories:
smooths, adventure, baby, beautiful, candy,
Form:
Free verse