Best Streamer Poems
In riming realms
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes
filled with zodiacal-light musings
of ancient cosmic dust
dancing in the arms of Sol..
windswept operatic reveries
rise and fall
as her stirring soprano
tickled by the chanting of icicle chimes
gathers momentum
in strengthening sprays
of frosted musical notes adrift in broken chords
she bestrides
a clouded steed colored mother-of-pearl
flowing with fury
within which beats a blustery heart
surging at jet stream speeds
on the clattering beat of hailstorm hooves
from streamer-skies of the northern dancers
they fly aloft
on arctic gales of lyrical laughter
igniting the imagination
of her freezing fire
burning now with a blistering whip
and a frostbite nip
that sinks its tingling teeth deep
sailing
a supernatural stage
amplifying—
her aerated soprano soars
in polar vortex arias
as an avalanche of glazed trinkets
—descendants of her fertile femininity
skydive
in shivering sixfold symmetry
falling
in fierce flights of fancy
as she cyclones on consecrated currents
with wild abandon
escalating
in twirling trills
of glass beaded squalls
swirling her iced eiderdown skirts aflare
baring tempest thighs
storming with a Siberian sting!
..and as her electric eyes spark
luminous with lightning
she buries you in a blizzard
of opalescent mistletoe berries
and wanton whims.
Categories:
streamer, passion, snow, winter, woman,
Form:
Imagism
My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.
A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.
My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;
came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...
The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.
I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.
This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…
*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it
always...
Categories:
streamer, childhood, happiness, introspection, love,
Form:
Quatrain
A drapery flutters of sunlit glory
With lustrous stars gleaming near;
Hovering around the ‘ Pearl of Orient ‘
Where seven thousand islands adorn
Tints of liberty, peace, and independence;
Radiant in hues… crimson, blue, white
Flaming the hearts of a race blessed
By lush rice terrains and summer winds.
O, a banner of smiles freely glimmers
Through a homeland destined to imbue
Love for all brethrens as it stands proud,
As the harbinger of native warmth
Offering comfort to voyagers , but
Fiercely defending a birthplace’s right…
Where one mighty streamer rides high,
Guarding folk and children…Philippines!
Judy Konos' Your Country State City Flag
Country: Philippines
by nette onclaud...7/29/2015
Categories:
streamer, people, places, symbolism,
Form:
Light Verse
I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
Tied to a strainer that she'd used to sift
The sand, for treasures left by tidal shed ...
The streamer I had given her that morn,
Around a bunch of flowers and the ring
Upon which all our promises were borne -
Our romance and our future, taken wing ...
Her note had led me here so I could find
Her single set of footprints on the shore,
That to our special spot, did slowly wind,
Then disappeared into the tidal bore ...
That answer, I can now ne'er understand -
The words 'I'm sorry' ... written in the sand.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Footprints Old Or New For A Prize" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Sonnets" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
streamer, bereavement, ocean, proposal, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
As a dreamer, I never once dwelled on schemers,
so, as a believer, I fell for him, a deceiver.
I became an anger screamer and tear streamer
until romantic panic lay me down as griever.
I believed his story, his strengths and regrets
which had me set to gently drift into his net
where hidden, as yet, were his sharp-hearted threats.
He spoke of love most profuse when he played to seduce.
I revealed all my truths, he used them for abuse
while running hot then cold to steer me towards confused.
Oh, he was charm, lushness and warmth, a manly steamer.
Then he was harm, harshness and cold, a heartless quiver.
Playing the fool to his cruel, is my self-debt,
one my brain did not deduce, nor heart now excuse.
Categories:
streamer, betrayal, break up, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.
If it happens to be a cloud,
looking down a side of a mountain floating in the middle of the air;
or if it happens to be water,
bathing in the basin under the shade on a foot of mountain at times
and merge in the plain drifting through the valleys.
How do I do manage today? Because it is raining all day.
Should I visit a tavern and have a drink to get mellow?
Or become a tree frog(1) and cry my eyes out?
If neither of them are feasible,
walk in the rain to find my place to stay and when my feet are mired,
just stand there to become a totem pole and chitchat with the rain
by a roadside stream.
Why the wind howls today?
Is it because Jonah incurred God’s anger?
Or because Shimchung(2) has to throw herself in the raging water?
Oh well, since no one knows where the wind comes from,
why not blown myself in the wind become a Manjang(3) and
visit the netherworld where Hades reigns.
1. Korean folktale Chonggeguri. Story of a disobedient tree frog.
2. Korean fairytale Shimchung-Jon. Story of a filial daughter Shimchung.
3. A streamer made with a piece of silk, cotton, or hemp cloth on which funeral ode is written. This streamer is carried by a person who goes before the colorfully decorated bier to let the people know that dead person is coming as well as to express the mourning for the dead in Korean traditional funeral procession.
Categories:
streamer, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting in my garden looking
at the majestic willow
dancing in the soft breeze.
Swaying with the wing chimes,
hanging in the eves.
The shadows of sunlight ripple
across the roof tops,
Makes an image in the visual
scene.
A bird lights on one streamer
and gets a gentle
ride, on the graceful willow
In this peaceful garden of mine
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series
Categories:
streamer, naturegarden,
Form:
Free verse
Daily Poetry #63, April 1, 2017
Word: Humanity
The stars,
Twinkling, celestial jewels.
Constellations,
Wandering celestial bodies,
The glittering streamer of the Milky Way emerges.
The greatest of mysteries,
Splashed across the sky,
A sea of stars.
Celestial wanderers,
On the sparkling canvas,
Which is impenetrably vast.
This is
Humanity.
Categories:
streamer, humanity, stars,
Form:
Free verse
one drowsy day’s afternoon
by a pond where green leafy reeds swaying in a breeze
the sun enjoys a nap enveloped in a halo, the own glory
on the gentle weaves
a water strider gliding on the water with his long legs;
on a reed leaf a dragonfly sat atop of it and puts the pieces of broken sky
into his eyes larger than the sky to draw a picture of complete sky
the shirr chirrup of a cicada carried by the wind comes by the pond
searching a shade of a tree, but when he couldn’t find a one other than
the slender reeds stand by the everything-standstill pond, flies away grumbling
“no matter how desperate i am, i cannot sing a song hanging on a petty reed!
it’s an insult, it’s a disgrace to my reputation”
then the time, i wonder what’s made him so happy,
attired with all colorful patches of silk pieces garment
comes whistling and wanders in the fields and mountains
that is covered only a color of deep green; and dyes it with
spray of all imaginable colors you can think of:
before being sprayed colors were dry
a hotheaded wind makes an abrupt appearance,
letting colorful leaves ahead of him to raise a fuss
once again in the woods calm and peaceful
surprised by the commotion the birds fly away,
the crickets fill up a vacancy and collect leaves named decay
in the wood; tossing ashes after burning them in the lowly hanging
evening glow and long night’s chilling air
and as chilling air becomes dew the crickets wail forth dirges
followed by the lonely reeds cry, then the season stained with
so many mixed emotions drift away with the cloud;
and as the night deepens the stars fall,
the moonlight reflecting on the water glimmers,
a piece of wind torn by the wind behind goes
stepping on the mountainside path lifting a fluttering funeral streamer
Categories:
streamer, allegory, autumn, seasons, summer,
Form:
Free verse
the hill many people passed over
the hill, like a one, not too high or rough
extended from the backyard of a hometown,
the hill that is smoother and easier than a half moon
nevertheless, the people who crossed over the hill
may have carried their own problems that is numberless
as the sands on the seashore, sighs deeper and heavier than
the footmarks left behind
some went with early flowers came with the chilly wind
some may have crossed over, drenched in a torrential rain
some may crunched through the killing frost covered in fallen leaves
some may struggled through a blinding snow
since life is such, as the sun rises in the morning becomes a moon
at night; a piece of drifting cloud becomes stars as night deepens;
a bride carried by a palanquin passed following the gloom on the pony;
a woman led her child passed, carrying a jar filled with tomorrow on her head; following a funeral streamer, a pallbearers’ dirge crossed over the hill left gloomy echo behind.
Arirang* is the hill so many souls passed
carrying uniquely woven their very own stories
Arirang hill simply standing there without a word
though she witnessed everything;
like a half moon the hill though let all kinds of
worldly affairs crossed over stood perfectly mute;
it might be thought the earth keeps revolving
and people keep breathing, the hill doesn’t want to say a word
*Arirang: imagery hill
Categories:
streamer, life, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Through a wicked tunnel along the blackened tongue
like a thorn or a daydreamer
we skipped and danced while we were young
gleam on circus string streamer
the black hair of eternity painted the sky red
crisp white skin and wicked cackle
shadows of mars and of dread
she appeared blistered and ramshackle
she let herself in and wrapped me in herself
chained to the ground among clouds of grey
opened my chest, heart upon its ribbed shelf
she showed no mercy and no dismay
her somber web entangled my being
storms toiled and tossed me in my bed
i ran from the concubine, screaming and fleeing
finally at rest, my soul lay broken and dead
a glimpse of a rampart, taken apart
visions of a knight upon his steed
rumours of war that refused to start
her taste was like, honey mead
“Blame thee, for it was not I!”
sanity was lacking in her voice
“Twas the wench within the sky!”
the madness was not her choice
the curse fell unto me as a child
the noose slowly raised on its own
the pain would be soon and mild
the chair fell and crack’d be the bone
“O! god!, why have you forsaken me”
she cried when he wasn’t there
“My tome, my prize, has lied to me”
eden’s garden was empty, not even a hare
her mother wept for a fortnight
her father’s soul demolished
her lover lost all hindsight
but secretly, she flourished
The clouds broke, the sky became blue
“I know all sadness and all misery”
Her mother said, gazing at the hue
"but soon enough, I will be with you"
Categories:
streamer, depression, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
On the ride to daliy chores,
As clouds their bellowing did
I thought of when I'd seen her last.
Then a streamer of the Sun
Caught me in the eyea,
I thought of when last we spoke
While wondering with ardent sighs.
The worK progressed with steady speed
Till afternoon was bright,
A segment of a rainbow arched.
Her thoughts came with the night.
Categories:
streamer, love,
Form:
Free verse
A special day with beautiful guys,
planned a fantastic party.
For me they became as clown,
who all lift me together.
Like streamer they created,
a friendship squard.
My army surprised me with a cake,
and wish to turn twenty.
Candy, chocolate, cupcake are ready,
to get in our mouth.
So, it's time to cut the cake and,
my guys are waiting to blast the confetti.
And now my face is ready,
For cream makeup.
Categories:
streamer, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
Scottish charm Gods grace merry place
Long tables brightly colored cloth canopy
Foresters tales minstrels manuscript
White flowers hanging garden priests
Veins on forehead thick black beards
Castle hall best jesters bravest beef
Scarlet cross mantle linked chainmail
Gallant warhorse plaited headpiece
Kindhearted man loved her deeply
Sage smoke vapours rose sunrays
Mighty hunter brought quarry home +
breathed deeply the scent of flowers
Red-and-gold garlands on his neck.
Categories:
streamer, history, nature, people, places,
Form:
Verse
I’ve always been a dreamer
But isn’t dreaming better by far
Than being a front-page streamer
Telling of bad news from afar
My dreams have led me to faraway places
Where cloudless, blue skies rise behind mountains
And rainbows end leads into traces
Of brilliantly overflowing fountains
Sights unseen and never spoken of
Whisper through my agile mind
Where I can be anyone I love
Or anyone who I think is kind
Dreams are amazing pleasures
Capturing hearts with pure treasures
Categories:
streamer, dream,
Form:
Sonnet