Best Talented Poems
A talented philanderer is Wind.
He often visits Meadow. He exhales.
Beneath his breath, her blades of grass are pinned.
When done with Meadow, then away he sails.
With Forest he has been so many nights!
Her trees’ limbs in late autumn he unveils.
Moaning, gyrating, Wind’s desire ignites
as Mother Nature swiftly he goes through.
Oh, many are the skilled Wind’s sweet delights.
But oh, what heights that Wind is taken to
when he decides to wend his way to Sea
where her enticing waters sparkle blue.
Her body rolls in ecstasy as he
comes gusting, lusting for her from aloft.
I think he is her fondest devotee.
Wind comes to me at times, but as a waft,
for I prefer caresses that are soft.
July 18, 2022
for the Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
soft skillful mimics
talented singers but shy—
bright red embarrassed
Laura my friend from the past
Has reappeared after ten long years
She was my first real friend
Here on the Soup and never forgotten
I was a little apprehensive
About joining coz of my inexperience
But Laura was one of the first
To put my old heart at ease
Inviting me in with wide open arms
Making me feel totally at ease
So for as long as Laura is back with us
Her heart will be part of this loving group
Of really talented folks
To you dear Laura thanks a bunch!
To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
I have never done before,
I wrote two books, "Living with God",
The next good book"The Sounds of Christmas",
My poems were well-liked by the seniors at the residence,
I gave them as christmas presents one year
Blessing my relatives and friends,
I was featured at the Open House as a guest poet.
They praised my accomplishments,
We had a lovely reunion with my relatives,
The sound of music came honestly,
I taught myself as a teacher to play many songs,
A friend came up to me and said,
That they would like me to play for the birthdays,
I played the piano for the birthdays and socials,
Previously I had sung with the choir,
I participated in bazaars,
A well-respected poet and pianist,
I said to myself, perhaps I have practiced all my life ,
Just to be featured today as a senior today,
I met a future mayor of our city and a bishop of our church,
I had friends that were ministers and lunched,
I thank God for the many accomplishments and blessings,
We have a beautiful conservation area nearby,
Many hikes and lovely walks guested with relatives and friends,
A retirement that is blessed by the Lord,
To have been blessed to share my retirement with my father and relatives,
To have discovered my favorite miracle singer,
These are the many blessings of God and I am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Holding on to my words
Your kiss
Took the sun
And replaced it with Mars
There is a deep chill
As the heartbeats echo from
Underneath the ground
It could have been confused with an earthquake
But it is the sound of the dead returning to life
Mesmerized, her lips are like to two mountains hidden with
Gold in between
I never thought this would happen to me
I never thought someone could amaze me
I hope not to ruin things this time
Tugging strings
A symphony plays every time a smile exudes from her face
Dear Lord,
I hope she is the one
That will be the one for awhile
Ladylove, what is your name?
Truly irresistible,
Marilyn Monroe does not have anything on this girl
If for instance, I was interested
You would be more interested in the football star
The trail of perfume you left behind
Reminds me of my cowardice not to ask
Taking the chance not to get hit by the
Suave man in a suit and tie
Rewind,
Now I took the chance and you are mine
No more looking in a million different places
True or not true
“This is the best rodeo ride”
Yes, I finally made it to a fifth round
Releasing the floodgate of emotions
Are we there?
We are from away from home
Don’t look down
The stars are reflecting from your eyes
I would give all my money away
And be poor and in love
Just for one day
This kind of love creates shooting stars in the sky
Voice like an angel
If “Michael” means arch angel
Her name must be Michelle
The secret quest is now revelation
With Crimson Satin upon her breast
Clings to her body’s frame as if a test
Draping soft curves along her trim waist
Longs to depart without lingering haste
She has everything I want to know
I can take days just tasting
We can speak an entire conversation for hours without a word being said
With each rhythmic movement
We create waterfalls
Like snowflakes falling down
All around us
I am practicing my martial arts
Since first I saw you
No one will take you away from me
It was your hair
Long, flowing, gently rising above
Your shoulders as a slight breeze
Pass through, coupled with a
coy glance sending infatuating
Permanent portraits in my brain
Subliminal mind binding must be a hobby
The only thing I can reason is you are my everything
Alone, not anymore
As I gaze in this antique mirror called my soul
I can finally dust it off
Finally witnessing love up and close
Some may say you are just lovestruck
But does it strike so many times per day
My heart has been whipped into shape
More than these two golden rings
Before you there were none and after you there will be no more
She has me thinking beyond the now
Finally I am here, arrived at happiness point
And now my heart is pounding too hard against my chest
Threatening to take my life before I get to see twenty five father’s day ties
Bum-giddy-bum, bum-giddy-bum
I am resuscitated
Lord, thank you for defibrillators
Now I get to spend my second lifetime with her
Without any fussing
I promise to kiss your photo a thousand times, and then walk one thousand miles
And ride in a van filled with the Taliban
And cross state lines
With an illegal immigrant out of Arizona
Feet covered with sand
To prove there is no getting away from me
So, why ask am I the one?
You are my only
I have laid down the clues
I have relinquished everything
My desire for you is the length of coast to coast
You have unlocked everything good in me
There is no one else
This lady with character
I would not trade you for anything, not for a girl who calls for fun
Likes to run to the party scenes or even to play in the sun
Even if I was the sun or if
And all the lost treasures under the seas were offered in exchange
I would not need it because I have already found a rare priceless pearl
This Quatrain King is taking a break for a bit
Rhyming has been my thing since day one
Sometimes I talk in riddles I'm told by wifey poo
But you'll be happy to know
This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across P-Soup
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important in their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”
Ta-Ta!
© Jack Ellison 2014
This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important to their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Unlimited”
Ta-Ta!
your poetry and limericks too
every written word a part of you
class in five classy lines
getting laughs and blowing minds
mostly fiction, but some are true
she ends all her comments with a heartfelt hug
one can't help but fall in poetry love
her words flow and often rhyme
gets me her every line
so Jan, long may you have the poetry bug
Talented in closing every door
and drawer left open by my spouse.
Those beastly eyes from childhood;
doors and drawers under the bed, too.
Talented in tripping and spilling,
splashing and controlling (only
the remote control - what wife doesn’t
like to watch her favorite show?)
Talented at staying indoors with piles
of books on either side of this couch potato.
Nah…I’m not that bad; but I am that good ;)
I get outdoors when I know I should.
Talented at rolling eyes - well, that is a dated
talent, I’ve disguised as a wizened smile,
a wink, a walk-away, a sigh, a blink.
I don’t oft need eyes in the back of my head either,
as I’ve used up most of my early childhood skills.
Now I look to see if I’ve encouraged the talents
for the ongoing generations - let’s see:
Lecturing, check; swift kick in the butt, check.
Will I be talented in old age, like using a cane
to trip those whippersnappers or racing
a wheelchair in traffic. How about removing
my teeth when I put my foot in my mouth?
Talented, am I? Am I as talented as Jack?
He’ll be the judge of that. Support me Jack
from the onslaught of attacks, jumping jacks,
or other nonsensical topsy-turvy lumberjacks.
5/5/2023
to an african mom
born a child
with black skin
from his father
he always complained
his mom
why he is black
everytime
mom gently kissed
his forehead
saying
colour does not matter
if you are able and talented
this was enough
to calm
that little boy
slightly younger
he became
began going to school
all made joke at him
at home he complained
his mother
she smiled
saying the same thing
again and again
if you are talented
colour matters
nothing
now some years later
a well grown man
he became
remembered still his mother words
went one day on an interview
all qualities he had though
the chair person quoth
though you are
able and talented
but black, sorry!
rejected...
My friend, so young your countenance remains
When word’s cold death exacted Britain’s pain
In one brief moment quill caressed page,
papyrus breathed to life, precocious sage.
When first I gazed upon your stanzas long
mesmerizing trance from an angelic song.
A thing of beauty is the ink once spilled
in Eton’s courtyard ‘ere long days were filled.
Unending dream of dear Endymion’s sleep
imbued my soul in verses piercing deep.
Bright stars like flowers and far-off Ganymede,
ethereal seems real as what was real recedes
and tides of dusk creep slow upon night’s shore.
I, upmounted by your winged fancies flew,
a star-filled flight among the heavens new,
and silvery moon, which never burnt so bright
upon the shimmering waters of this night.
From Latmos’ Isle no stranger urges birthed
into mythic worlds of gods and fairies’ mirth.
When lore and love released their final breath
the heavens dimmed, as if to honor death
and stillness hung thick in English moors,
despair lurked yet close behind dread’s doors.
How long endured the object of your gaze
Fair Brawne, whose aura obsessed days,
did she, as we who grieve now centuries past
shed tear on tear, romance of Autumn last?
Having tasted, what remains on earth to weep?
For those who love, your beauty never sleeps.
Critically talented is he…
Watch him paint you a portrait
And design your graphics
Graphically in depth gradually
Peacefully mastering his art
His hands are designed to outline the impossible
His colors vibrant and the easel close to heart
Critically talented is he…
Take your cookbook you wrote
Remix your favorite recipes
Deliciously sweet inspirations…take notes
Delicate scents linger to the sound of destiny
Candles flicker to the sound of your melody
As the scent of his food with the melody flow through me
Critically talented is he…
Critically cookin’ and remixin’ recipes
Mending your broken easel with season
To ease your worried mind for whatever reasons
Consciously drawing a portrait of tomorrow
And giving away your borrowed and broken sorrow
Passionate he is and critically talented is he
By: Aleasha Martin
We’re All Parcels
Everyone is a precious parcel perfectly wrapped
There’s something hidden below the layers
Inside us all a gift that’s trapped.
Will your present for the world stay hidden?
Or will you accidentally discover it and let it out?
Look inside your heart and set it free.
David Cox 4th June 2021
Truly Talented Poet
Silent realization
of exact emotion
put in verse or rhyme
ringing as wind chime,
touching one’s soul and heart,
sorting suitable syllable set,
is the perfect and precise task
of a Truly Talented Poet.
02/15/16
Form Grook
101 contest in a ROW - 14 Contest by Poet Destroyer A