Best Strew Poems
Sun flow progressed from east to west,
with rays of light, the day is blessed.
Like suns imbue, rays beaming through,
my heart still shines with love for you.
Sun rays presume that flowers bloom,
and fill the air with sweet perfume.
Like flowers hue of red and blue,
my heart still blooms with love for you.
The charmed mystique of forest creek
that trickles down a mountain’s cheek.
Like streamlets spew their water through,
my heart still flows with love for you.
From Moon’s soft glow, the moonbeams flow,
and light the darkness down below.
Like moonbeams strew the silvery hue,
my heart still glows with love for you.
A candle’s light glows in the night
as shadows dance with calm delight.
Like flames that grew with heat on cue,
my heart still burns with love for you.
August 24, 2019
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...
Example for my contest
December 20, 2022
I've had no lover's valentine
For far too many years,
But I still have some sweet love notes
Among my souvenirs.
If my loved one were here it would be
Valentines every day.
To show my love for him, I'd strew
Hearts all along the way.
Don't weep for me, I've had my share.
This is your time, enjoy.
May your love's words be just as true
As those of my lost boy.
Continued from Part 1
“Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
You horded thirty silver pieces, downed a whiskey shot,
Then crossed yourself and wrapped yourself in furs of ocelots,
And danced on cleated cloven hoofs in purple polka-dots,
Then drank His blood from chalice cups with pious afterthoughts.
“You’ve treated men like mongrels chained, like little flies to swat,
By doing what you wanted to, instead of what you aught;
You’ve wiped your nose with dollar bills and paid your serfs with snot,
But when you’ve paused to preen your pride, you’ve scrubbed a scarlet blot.
“In ashes of our victories: the diamonds that you sought,
The crock of gold, the Golden fleece of bogus Argonauts -
In mirrors of your lifelessness, the evils you begot.
“The haunted winds strew leaves of time across a shallow plot
Where now, beneath the frozen stones blanched bodies bathe in rot,
Disintegrate, return to dust to feed Forget-Me-Nots
Amidst the bane and pits of pain where broken bones lie caught.
“In fields above the catacombs and tombs of Camelot
The black and withered tree of Death arises from the spot
Where oft beneath a bleeding moon you hid your gold in pots
Embedding doubts neath barren bogs where roots of wormwood squat.
“While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
Your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots
And gaping wounds with bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
For wrapped in chains around your throat, the Reaper’s grim garrote.”
Yes, that’s the fate of all your kind, disclosed by Wise Men taught.
But that was, oh, so long ago, by now you have forgot…
End
Once upon a time
My lady called
I stood mesmerized
At ocean’s cusp
Glinting, glimmering, gleaming
Thousands of sparklers
Dot her sequined dress
Shouting
Look at me!
Look at me!
Breathless ripples strew pebbles at shores edge
Cormorants perch on hips of slate
Eyes of diamond reflect starry nets
Starfish mouth warm honeycombs of tide pools
Waves of breast, milky white, feed the minions
Feet of clay glue her honeyed presence
Roaring, rumbling, ripping
Like the sea serpents
Who call her waters home
She crashes
Into shore’s stationary sentinels
Whose feet she laps unceasingly
Capricious as she is
This lady is not fickle
The meditative state
Which hypnotized and paralyzed
Is there
For your embrace
Scatter me there where the winds are sweet
To the blue of the sky and the sun’s bright heat
On Oliver’s Camp where the dragon lines meet
Scatter me there on the hill
Scatter me there where the waters flow
Where the weeping mourners come and go
Down by The Wharf where the ducklings grow
Scatter me there on the bridge
Scatter me there where the earth sees all
When the pond is lit by a moonbeam’s fall
Where the children play and the drunkards brawl
Scatter me there on the green
Scatter me there where the griffons play
Where the waters pour the hours away
In the pool of the fountain on Market Day
Scatter me there in the stream
Scatter me there with the silent dead
Where ages of souls have been buried and wed
And the angels cavort among coffins of lead
Scatter me there by the church
Scatter me there where the townsfolk cried
And strew flowers on the steps when Diana died
On the stair where 'tis said that Ruth Pierce lied
Scatter me there on the cross
Scatter me here and leave me be
On every street, under every tree
Until I am dust and memory
Scatter me here where I’m free
by Gail
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
January.29.2015
'Dove's Cooing' is a poetry style created by Patricia Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
April.02.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry form or style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.
I stand in awe and contemplate nature's beauty
Deep within I feel a very real sense of duty
Awe that I can marvel at a butterfly's flight
Then from my heart be able of butterflies write
I contemplate how plants can sustain survival
Especially when it is such a dry year all upheaval
Yet God the great designer knew just what to do
To assure food, beauty, life as seeds strew
I muse on little happenings in nature
As a water droplet trickles down to nurture
Small creatures of the early morn and give sup
As they can drink from the leaf as if a cup
I meditate on God's goodness at these times
In His presence I humbly bow and flows rhymes
This meditating releases stress worry in time
I can feel the touch of the Great Sublime
I understand there is a Supreme Being
When I look at his creation I am agreeing
Of his forethought on making the earth
With all its beauty, constancy and rebirth
I stand in awe at the wonder of it all
From the Grand Canyon to an ocean squall
I stand in awe at the mountain ranges capped with snow
Of God's love for those in the valley below
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Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
afterglow
Beneath, green clover spreads its
downy pillow
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
blades furrow
Lilac strands their fragrant
essence strew
As her ebony locks in soothing
breeze flow
White, silken lillies fringe the
bristling undertow
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
milky tallow
Twirling dandelions their feathery
dander billow
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
The working navvy did dig deep
He followed Brindly’s new laid plan
A transport system to complete
A salvation for the labouring man
As the furrow cut with sweat and maul
With breaking backs and torn sinew
Each man in turn to heave and haul
Sustenance for starving kin renew
Tracts of land transform through spade and pick
Veins enriching the countryside
Bringing new life, each shovel, each brick
Levelling earth, raising national pride
A true revelation this arterial plan
Almost lost through modernisation
Abandoned, grown dense, dispirit man
As steam and diesel grew within the nation
Each lock assiduously built
Before first steam engine’s whistle blew
Weeds strangle, progressive man’s new guilt
The canals ebb, debris as seeds strew
More beauteous now than ever been
Our arterial chart of the waterway
Each torn muscle, victuals did glean
Bed and nourishment for one more day
The navvy’s ghosts look down, heads held high
Their gnarled hands rest in heavenly peace
Majestic waterways dug in sweat with sigh
A once industrial, now beautiful masterpiece.
© 16/11/2013 GG Inspired by Harry J Horsmans'
free verse 'The Cut' which is a colloquial name for a canal
1.
Eternal Spring
O Peaceful trees
Permit the bees
To raid your flowers
As they please
And let the breeze
Play with your leaves
Before they meet
Old winter’s freeze
And waft your fragrance
Everywhere
And strew your petals in my hair
For spring will bring it all
And let you
Squander it again.
2.
As Seasons Go
Lifeless
Dormant in the ground
Stick- like to my view
And yet in spring
Yourself will you renew
And leaves and fruit abound
Rejoicing in the dew
And verdant will your vines
Bring forth
The possibility
Of nectar sweet your winter wines
Will bring me ecstacy.
Return to dormancy
Content I’ll be
To let you mark the seasons
For eternity
And me.
Brian Strand's All Yours (March 4) contest placed 1st
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
November.18.2016
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.