Best Stir Poems
If to move you, soul must listen, my dear;
let me lie on the grass beside you . . .
I will press my ear to your chest
that I might hear the beating
of the heart I cherish.
Let me, precious one,
stay here with you,
gazing up
at the
stars.
They
sparkle
like sugar
crystals emptied
from night’s bowl of sky
to sweeten the darkness
as your eyes, reflecting them,
dulcify this quiet moment.
Oh, please don’t turn away. Let me stay
so I might stir your soul with silentness.
Stir of echoes
Run through my mind
I see them there
All the time
Where do they come from
And why are they there
Echoes all around me
I try to erase them
Echoes out of time
They're on repeat
All the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear
They're getting
Closer all the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear
The closer I get
The more I fear
I'm losing my mind!
Jealous are my delusions;
demons possessive and breathing
with persistence personified — myself
in woes and throes of sorrow
seeing not so much as a sky-high tender tea light
through the crocheted canvas of darkness
even as your searchlight searches in vain
for a flash amidst the chop of frothy broken crests
it grows ever dimmer
across iceberg seas addicted to soundless sadness
smile’s slain, a face frostbitten;
even while I vow to thaw icy veins
destined to be drained
if the sun should someday stir the cauldron…
I secretly seize the freeze
for I cannot abstain
from the dark matter of my mind
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2019
the beat
of wings the bells
and merry flight of snow
the flap of angel crew as day
unveils
Oh, for a poem to stir men's souls
to remove pseudo-shackles, to set new goals
Oh, for a lyric to move folks to cheer
to cast off aspersions, to eliminate fear
Oh, for a rhyme enabling spirits to climb
to soar to new heights - airy, sublime
Oh, for an idea to shine and shimmer
to pass muster, yet glow on and glimmer
Oh, for an age that rewards the courageous
~ understands that surrender's contagious
We claim to be a mixing pot
Of Blacks and Browns and Blues,
Of yellows, reds and oranges
All different kinds of hues.
They tossed us all into the mix
And put the spoon inside.
In unison we all cry out
Our multi-colored pride.
Yes, that is how it's s'posta be
They mask it all so well.
They simply float "the best" on top
And condemn the rest to hell.
They shackle us below the dumps
To keep us in our place.
They talk to us as if we're poo.
Not worthy of their race.
But yet, tomorrow, when they come,
We'll hold the stirring sticks.
We'll be the ones to dig way down
And put us in the mix.
America just means diverse.
I hope we all prefer it.
Just give the pot to someone else
And count on us to stir it.
if i could
if i were brave
i’d leave my job
i’d be an artist
adventurous and audacious
i’d be extravagant
and listen to opera
as loud as loud can be
fearlessly I’d dabble
on the edges of insanity
i’d paint murals
with the boldest colors
bringing joy to
every passerby
i’d put an end
to injustice
to poverty
as well as sadness
i’d get on a plane
and fly around the world
i’d climb the Everest
to Katmandu
i’d run to meet
the dalai lama
sit by his feet
and somehow
through osmosis
soak up his peace
and crystal wisdom
i’d fly east in sync
with every sunrise
then turn around go west
to capture every sunset
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
the beat
of wings the bells
and merry flight of snow
the flap of angel crew as day
unveils
the drop
of dew the pearls
and birches whisper blow
the hymn of fresh horizon’s born
this morn
the reds
and greens in tune
in sunrise glow and shake
of berries in cardinal’s pine
awake
“Curiosity is also my worst vice, and once stirred one not to be denied.” Anthony Ryan
My love contains lavender and elements of surprise
Like a warm wet whimsical wave
Lose yourself in my chocolate eyes
Find fuchsia freedom hazel happy place
The sight of me a delightful blue breeze
Warming your red southern region
Making green spring and all your dreams
Red hot despite current season
Dip your toes in my sensual soul
Stir stare cherry care if you dare
My emerald embrace engaging close
And thick as my long brown hair
Drink up my love in crimson cup
Enjoy an auto amethyst refill
Your passion fruit makes me blush
Encouraging new stirring new teal thrill
Like a flower bloom I open for you
And curiosity paints a yellow sky
We caramel kiss submit to cupid’s truth
Trying new things licorice lovers delight
when twilight comes soon the night falls
and I lay my head on my pillow
while up above the stars sprawl
oh, my bedroom curtains billow
so, I rise and go to my window
and I find myself drifting in the dark sky
to see a zillion twinkling stars
(but, I didn't know I could fly)
and I notice one star stirs
oh, I think this is my beloved that lures
and then more stars stir and wink at me
and I glide and fly that way
such a wonderful feeling of carefree
until the stars fade into day
and back to my bed I go to lay
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April 12, 2021
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Stars Stir and Wink
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1346-519-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 12)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/12/2021
First Place
Rushing Waters Stir The Soul
The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best
Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears
Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East
Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014
Healthy dinner in minutes
Want to stir up mealtime
Try stir-fry simple, healthy and tasty
You need are the basics
Veggies
Go for bold colors
Texture
Flavor
Choose a fun mix of fav. Veggies
Carrots, broccoli
Cauliflower
Bell peppers
Protein
Lean meat
Poultry, use enough to flavor dish
Tofu works as well
Extras
Flavor with minced garlic or ginger
Finish with soy sauce, hoisin sauce
Sweet and sour sauce
4142013
Words that stir us deep inside
Light a candle, make us fly.
Words that move us up or down
In our minds and round and round.
If our eyes and brains both sync
Words can capture what we think.
Words that hold some magic spell
And take us all where time can’t tell.
Through canyons wide and oceans deep
Preparing us for giant leaps.
Towards imagination’s wondrous realms
And back again into ourselves.
Bathed in
serenity
caressed by oceans of
aesthetic, calm, spiritual
secrets.
Merry
carousels spin
from the wind off the wings
of the wispy, soft doves that sing
to me.
Velvet
corollas drift
and each perfume the air
with the essence of creations
soft breath.
Graceful,
mute swans indulge
the breeze in the silent
beauty of nature's trumpet and
power.
Fragile
wings tickle and
wrestle typhoons within
vast tombs of perfect nature and
my soul.
I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery I add in for some crunch.
Into the pot they go sliced up; it’s quite a bunch.
Some lovely water chestnuts, oh I want those too.
Ideas I can munch on . . . a can of those will do.
Carrots also. Chop, chop, chop – then into the pot
I throw them in as well. Things are getting hot.
Yes, imagination’s heating up so fine.
I want a poem on which a reader wants to dine
Onions I must add as well – so savory and wry!.
Sauteed in oil, they’ll not make anybody cry.
All my thoughts I’m stirring up. Oh they’re smelling great!
To add in all the spices I can barely wait.
For substantial content, I stir in something nice:
my major theme, which would be a lot of cooked brown rice.
I stir and stir my cooking thoughts, veggie words so bright.
With the spices I like best, it’s sure to turn out right.
Metaphors to season all is the yummy soy sauce.
Turmeric and garlic salt will really get across
the flavor of my mixed ideas, Oh, and for the last,
I crack some eggs – the final touch for my grand repast.
My stir-fried rice with eggs cooked in will give it tasty fun.
And now I quickly serve it up. Voilà, and I am done.
May 12, 2022