Best Swift Poems
My precious chimney swift
Envy alone
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
Cigar shaped
And flying like a bat
While within me
Your beauty burns
And I thank you so for that
For from my human complications
The conditions of my sin
You do so delightfully
Delightfully distract.
When Swift, "Bird of Hermes", Its Last Flight Takes
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Into earthen world, flashing flaming wings
from behind echoes of thunder and light
as unto death its silent cries may bring
truth in Time's abyss, of past days and nights.
Fleet and airy such journey to and fro
as divine messenger delivers words
from Olympus covered in purest snow
down to mankind in its sad teeming herds.
And of such, does man ever truly see
divine beauty of Nature's true worth
far more than bounty of all seven seas
tis' abundance of life strewn across earth.
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Of the "Bird of Hermes", some disbelieve
yet some poets may feel its midnight flight
especially so midnight of New Years Eve
within hopes and dreams given bird's first sight.
Did not such dead gods mirror soul of man
complete with its greed and many dark lusts
and creation of this world, its long span
that ends with our bodies turning to dust?
Shall we not listen to message as sent
yet still struggle in dark, epic strains
as we ignore what such tales truly meant
truth is hidden within man's failing brain.
Does modern science our souls ever save
or technology everything explain
do we know what lies beyond mortal grave
or if part of us on this earth remains?
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7 2019/ January 21- 2020
Hermes, Greek Mythology,
(A Vision Through Midnight Realms Once Seen)
How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Must we think only of victories, not defeats
and deny that all we posses will be lost as wealth?
Disease and age are our enemies...doesn't health control heartbeats?
Spread those tables and enjoy your food and wine,
dance and sing when sadness knocks, indulge in a life simply divine!
Should we live in the moment as the ancient Romans did indeed:
constantly thinking of invincibility and immortality...
shrugging off days and years of dire uncertainty;
wouldn't it be absurd to embody the essence of their creed?
In South Africa Lekker is a portent of good as the word, " Omens " is;
try to include it in your daily speech and write yourself a funny phrase!
Some may say, " It's madness! " and laugh as a delirious Macbeth;
others will accept it and suddenly forget that they are going to die
by contemplating this motto," How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death? "
God's curse on the human race can be undone, if we don't believe Satan's lie!
How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Isn't it an impossible wish for all the living who can't escape reality?
Although science offers much hope with their findings on longevity...
we are bound for our graves without a single breath!
A poet comes; a poet goes
There are many of us now
You know
Yet at times one leaves
And we all grieve
The loss of that
Only he can weave
Such a poet is Chris Green
As remarkable a poet
As ever I've seen
At dawn he awakens us to wonder
Be it glimpse of sun
Or peal of thunder
At night he tucks us in
With lines to soothe the soul
And soft slumber begin
Chris, you've been gone awhile again
Swift be your Return, O Poetic Friend!
Ever flying, never ceasing, ever soaring, speed increasing,
Two sharp scythes by your side,
Leaving land behind
Journeying over land and sea,
Flying high, flying free,
Super speed, velocity,
Hawking prey incredibly.
In the air you make a rift,
With your pointed scythe-like wings
Ever moving sinuously swift,
In the air you are the king.
In your flocks at dusk you're screaming,
Rapidly whirling, whooshing, streaming,
To fly is your life's only meaning,
Swiftly whooshing, whirling, screaming.
By Sean Martin-Byrne
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
The time it takes for love to grow,
The time it takes for winds to blow,
Shooting star in a night's solo,
At twilight of sunset's sorrow!
Swift, fleet, written be
This poem flies here from me
Just before I leave.
Jonathan Swift's
priorities could sell for a dime,
for his greatest wish
was to be big and small, all at the same time.
NOTE: Jonathan Swift was the author of Gulliver's Travels.
Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
Up on the hill I found my joy
on grass of green and gold
I would roll down when a young boy
for I was fast and bold.
Oh how we'd play from dawn to dusk
in torn pants and bare feet
The day a thrill when winds were brusque
yes we were colts so fleet.
We ate the small fruits in the grass
sweet ones red and blue
Oh yes the joys found as time passed
were there for most of you.
Up on those hills who was to know
that time would fly so fast.
That life would bind our bare foot soul
and days so swift would pass.
The River Arno.
Trees at the edges.
The Ponte Vecchio-Old Bridge.
Spots,
swift feet.
a jaguar runs;
silent hunter,
leaps.
From a swift wind may she return this night,
may the moon delight the path less traveled
and make mighty her heals;
for this tiny flower wan in her meadow,
where lightning rips the skeletal gloom,
(where she knows not which way to heaven) ---
but the Star which shines above forgotten tombs....
How I miss her warmth....
while the night pours melancholy
and the sky thunders forbidden secrets.....
For many a moon shall pass til I have her home;
where it is now all but empty.....
and the clock ticks not for time,
but a cruel, long wait, and ill tidings grin....
Have me faith while the devil licks his lips,
and throws sharp stones,
from a desolate deep dark;
She is mighty with me and I with She,
no death could give us part ---
no gate from hell to keep us apart;
with the strong arms of the Lord,
(her swift chariot I await)
*** A prayer and a plea that my girlfriend has a
swift recovery in the hospital***
Why yes, I dated Taylor Swift
And no, she didn't write a song on it
I'm not quite sure what that means
Unless it is she still likes me
That might be the explanation why
I catch her out of the corner of my eye
It makes perfect sense now I believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
When she found out that I like to rock
She went straight from Country into Pop
Any country bumpkin can plainly see
That Taylor still has eyes for me
When I'm out shopping at the Grocery store
And I catch her sneaking down isle 4
Taylor girl you can't fool me
Your not only here for the Pickled Beets
The other day my car dinged low on fuel
So I pulled in for Petro and to check the oil
You'll never guess who's pumping gas
Do you really even need to ask
And when it is I'm home alone
There's that ring of the late night call
With heavy breathing on the end of the phone
To the tune of Shake It Off
I'm a bit more worried than I am flattered
She seems these days Mad as a Hatter
Who after all this would not believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor