Best Song Sweet Poems
If I could write a story song
Our loves’ beginning, told in time
In beautiful, eventful words
Perhaps a Sonnet of a rhyme
If I could write of younger days
Of unexpected rendezvous
Of fate’s design or destiny
I’d write of how I first met you
There’d be no Taxis, Chances Are
No Auld Lang Synes, no Lyin’ Eyes
There only would be tears of joy
For having lived love’s sweet surprise
If I could write a story song
Then every word could fill a page
For love needs only thought to live
And thought defies all time and age
And so my story would portray
The fortune of love’s wondrous gift
Of one remembered summer night
Of wandered hearts, no more to drift
A melody from yesteryear
Plays softly on the wind--
A mix of myrrh and honey,
A wistful sweet and bitter blend.
Fond memories of bygone days,
Of long departed friends.
Of hollyhocks and lilacs,
A reverie that never ends.
A vision of a one-room school
Set in a woodland glade--
Of children playing joyfully
There in a spreading oak tree's shade.
A farmer toiling in his field
Behind a horse and plow.
No air conditioned tractors
As modern farmers do it now.
A rustic, weathered, country church,
A Sunday morning bright
Glows fondly now in memory,
Bathed in nostalgia's hallowed light.
A barefoot boy with fishing pole
Beside a lazy stream.
A song in perfect harmony
Played in that golden summer dream.
Oh memories, sweet memories
Locked in my soul to stay.
Oh melody, sweet melody,
A haunting song of yesterday.
The lady I love is true to herself
and in that respect she is true to me.
She has cast her eyes to see no one else.
Such a love as ours is ordained to be.
To loves sweet song our hearts beat as one
and in that respect she is true to me.
The game of life, it seems, we both have won.
With our children raised grows our family.
To loves sweet song our hearts beat as one.
Although we are old, we live cozily
our days pass quickly in a hurried style,
with our children raised grows our family.
When I close my eyes, I can see her smile.
Our love is still strong yet our time grows short
Our days pass quickly in a hurried style.
We will be together in Heaven's court.
The lady I love is true to herself.
our love is still strong yet our time grows short.
I have cast my eyes to see no one else.
As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.
As I did mature,
my music went on a grand tour.
Loving to dance all night doing the waltz,
then a bubble bath with lavender salts.
When down and out,
the old blues lets me breakout.
"life is a song" to be sung,
just open your mouth and wiggle your tongue.
A robin awakened me cheerily
as I sat up in bed
Tweeting his sweet tune
that now plays in my head
And when I retired
at the end of the day
To the tune of the robin
soft to sleep did I lay
When I woke at sunrise
What did I see?
A pretty little birdy
Perched in a tree
I said, little birdy
Will you sing for me?
A soft song of beauty
Perched in your tree
Joyous little birdy
I implore thee
Sing of loves magic
Perched in a tree
Please little birdy
Sing a harmony
Sing for my sweet love
Perched in your tree
Then the little birdy
Sang out with glee
For my lovely lady
Still dreaming happily
And as her eyes opened
She heard the melody
Of the little birdy
Perched in a tree
Worlds collide in my throat
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat
pours down the avenging slippery
slopes of my brow.
Never knowing, always searching
Never finding, always lost
Lost among friends
Lost among family
Lost among myself
How I wish I could escape.
The doorbell rings
the wind chimes jingle
their dancing song against
the soothing wind.
I listen, I hear, I obey
I smell the fragrance
of the incense of my heart
burning, yearning to rise to
the highest potential, the ceiling
fan at least. To be caught
up with the current of the
arms outstretched, to over-
throw all other senses
I lift and spin
losing all of my consciousness
in a looping track of
ecstasy.
The most joyful dance, the
most joyful longing. To be
set free amongst
green fields, golden beaches,
red bricks, white snow
clear blue sky. The Red-
Bird of my heart is crying
to be set free. It's longing
to be separated from that
Iron Cage, The Iron Curtain
against the soul of freedom
It wants to fly higher and
higher, to soar and spin
to stretch its wings with
the other birds. It knows
Externally it is the same
as the others and yet
Internally it is different
from the others. He has
that slight spark of
a reality that is completely
him. That is unique from
the others. It wants to
share, to experience this
freedom, all the time. It
yearns to be free to be
itself no matter where
it flies, not having to
choose its pecking ground.
To laugh and to live with
the other birds, with
the Crows, Bluejays and
Pigeons and be seen
as an equal. But alas
they will never accept
his song nor its
flight pattern. Internal
spark has to be concealed.
Back to the Cage it
goes, back to limitation
and longing. Back to
the feelings of false-
security. It wants to
be free, so it has collisions
in the throat and galaxies
of heart torn asunder. Desperation
in the eye and sweet salty sweat
pouring down avenging slippery
slopes of brows.
beautiful red bird singing and eating your seed oh how I love you
Date Written:1/18/2021
5 Place
A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku
Contest Judged:1/22/2021
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Birds are singing songs
Harmony that is me~you
Big bees are buzzing
Date Write 9/6/2021
3 Place ''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
~The Birds~
(Unity)
Living
Moving
Flying
With nice colors
WalkingMigrating
To many places
Mating
Fighting
Swimming
Breeding
They soar the sky
Nesting
Feeding
Tweeting
Sing sweet nice songs
With nice colors
To many places
They soar the sky
Sing sweet nice songs.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
copyright@2011
October.8.2015
My sweet, sweet love
I sing this song for you
From my heart and from my soul
I sing . . .
(piano solo)
Now that you are gone
Now that you are gone, my love
I will travel on
With you at my side, still
Now that you are gone
Now that you are gone, my love
I travel on
With you at my side still
And each new dawn
I remember you
And each sunset that falls
I will be dreaming
Mountains I will climb
And I will rest in meadows green, my love
Waters I will seek, my love
Now that you are gone
Now that you are gone, my love
I will go on
With you beside me, still
Now that you are gone, my love
I will travel on
With you by my side
Each step with you, my love
And when my time here ends
I will come to you
Wait at heaven's gate for me
I will come to you
And together we will be
For all eternity
Just me and you, my love
Forevermore, my love
(piano solo)
Forever with God above
You and me, my love
My love, my love, love, love
_______________________________________
June 12, 2015
Lyric
Sung to the music of Kevin Kern's, Pastel Reflections
For the contest, Pastel Reflections, sponsor, Craig Cornish
Eleventh Place
Blackbird Haiku
Blackbird sings so sweet
Song Thrush adorns black clothing
Bring joy to the World
Written 25.7.18 for Tania's
Haiku Bird themed contest
A beautiful spring day wedding with big bees, the sun is shining~birds singing~love is in the cool breeze.
A lemon cake had been requested by the bride on her knee, soft white frosting to dress the cake in for all to see. A spring garden wedding takes place under the big shade tree,
she wanted plenty of pretty flowers~please. I found a pretty yellow china rose it would not freeze, a pretty pink rose made of china not cheese. A lemon cake made with real lemons and grated lemon skin, soft white heavenly light frosting to dress the cake in. The cake journey has ended with a rhyme, now for the two love birds it is honeymoon time.
Date Written:4/26/2022
4 Place
~~Note~~ "The Cake Journey" was written on 3/21/2022.
This write is part #2, "The Cake Journey Ends."
The Ending to "The Cake Journey" Story...........
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 LinesContest Judged: 5/14/2022
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Rhymezone
When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife
A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent
Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife
He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump
For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel
Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young
the weaver song birds
weave most elaborate homes
that
LOOK LIKE UPTURNED FLASKS
hummingbird's sweet trills
charms us because it ingests
in
NECTAR TWICE ITS WEIGHT
petite and plumpy
love birds are valentine's souls
but
DON'T EAT CHOCOLATES
March 29, 2016
Mystic's Split Haikus