Best Thereon Poems
My sincere thanks to Teppo Gren for bridging the gap and taking time out of his hectic schedule to visit me on his recent visit to Australia from Europe.
Teppo was one of the very first to welcome me on my debut poem on Poetry Soup, and from thereon in continued to support me with his excellent comments and feedback.
I really appreciated your encouragement and taking the trouble to get in touch and visit us in Sydney. I look forward to meeting up again on your next trip.
Miles of endless sands and seas
In today’s times can be travelled with ease
Bridging the gap between family and friends
In a life composed of so many odds and ends
Extend the hand of friendship to proceed
Beautiful friendships are what we need
Categories:
thereon, appreciation, friendship,
Form:
Verse
I was out walking my dragon, when I came across a Dogasaurus Rex.
It really wasn’t so bad until; they got into a real life-pissing contest.
My dragons’ roar was way less than his, and spitting fire, he couldn’t do.
So they squared off, eyes aglow, and yep, a true pissing contest did ensue.
Now, that was really icky, and flooded my neighbors whole lawn, ewww.
Well, it smelled awfully bad, but when they got going, what was I to do.
And a pooper-scooper does not work here, so I had to wait till both were thru.
If there wasn’t enough testosterone, now my neighbors’ was added, to the brew.
A mean old codger lived right there, and now, even he, was royally pissed.
Watering the lawn wouldn’t send it away; it would spread it more, amiss.
I ran to get my neighbor witch, who was laughing her head off, yes, indeed.
I’d need her help to save the yard, and with the old codger, to finally succeed.
The old codger amazed, started adding, held in, bubbling laughter, to the brew.
Seems he’s a lonely old man, with not enough fun added in his life, it’s true.
He tapped his foot, as his dogasaurus Rex did more, what was I to do, in truth?
I became worried, it would be the death of him, if he didn’t laugh out loud, forsooth.
I ask the dragon, to burn the yard, to save us all, but he just snickered more, thereon.
How, you ask, was I to extradite myself? I went home to put a fire retardant suit, on.
Coming back I kicked, the dragon in his butt, for always being so crazily, put upon.
That quickly brought his fire on me, as I took it into the middle of the yucky lawn.
With the taunting done, the icky stuff gone, the witch put the grass back, with great skill.
Then, the dragon started laughing, his butt off, while thinking I’d owe the witch’s bill.
Hah! He was incredulous, as I said; he’d do the witch’s bidding, till it was fulfilled.
Then, the silly dragon, down right cried, as I told him, the walkies, would now be nil!
But, Grandpa Troll intervened, with us both in timeout, again, facing across the lake.
And, the old codger, spent the rest of his life happy, entertaining the town, with our fate.
From then on, the dragon and dogasauraus, were seen everywhere, as great playmates.
And me, I always carry an umbrella, so Dragon can never rain on my parade…
Categories:
thereon, adventure, fantasy, fire, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I Jove's nector sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows,and smells,I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
Categories:
thereon, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Your life through stages
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2020
In the morning of your life,
You'll feel like you have
All the time in the world;
You'll be enthusiastic and
Fearless, and without any
Limits unfurled...
Simultaneously, you'll be
Surrounded by people who
Want to mould you,
Shape you into boxes
That fit their world view...
Don't allow anyone to break
Your stride, limit you or
Harm your pride;
You need to take pause and
Focus on the type of person
You want to be -
Hopefully good and kind and
Generous will be your legacy...
In the noontide of your life,
You'll be looking back at how
Far you've come
And looking forward to see
If there's still time for
Dreams to run...
Don't be thwarted by the
Limitations of time or age -
You're never to old to learn anew
Or with life to re-engage...
No matter your circumstances,
You can always start again;
It just takes dedication and
Willpower that never ends...
Don't be put off by
Whatever challenges you face;
The race is not yet done
And the demons you've got to face
Won't be the best of you...
If you focus on
Always choosing good,
Because good always wins
And allows a conscience
Clear of sin...
In the evening of your life,
You'll be looking back upon
Your path, and hopefully wonder
If you changed many hearts...
To improve the planet
And life thereon
Would be the best of lives lived
And worthy of a song...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Categories:
thereon, encouraging, life, meaningful, motivation,
Form:
Free verse
As each squall breaks the random motion starts
Leaves twigs and dust in chaos whirl and skitter
Yet at its core remains a still calm heart
The land shall be restored to a pristine glitter
But this metaphor denies a truth thereon
That neath that placid heart there is motion frantic
As vigorous paddling of the gliding swan
Not still, though cool and smoothing surface antic
Thus these images of one who many a year
Maintained a calm at eye of every storm
Was anchor to this college barque sans peer
Then held its course to waters clear and warm
16 September 2019
Poem in exactly 100 words
Categories:
thereon, character, metaphor,
Form:
Ode
There are places that connect us to our past
Points of anchor which once linked us to known havens
Those forms, reflections printed on our hearts
Evoke forgotten times as icons graven
And flag an instant signal, when we roam,
That we are nearing, once again, our home
There’s one such image ever in my mind
That long chalk ridge, a back-cloth to my youth
Like table, bare, where ancestors once dined
The shape with a simplicity of truth
It’s presence - a sensation visceral
Revealed in every upward glance peripheral
I will, time to time revisit loved location
The noble downland poised o’er fertile vale
To know again that sense of exultation
Well remembered image tells familiar tale
Then one day some time hence I’ll rise thereon
And stay ‘til winds scatter dust, and I move on.
Categories:
thereon, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Alas, never seen along highways and byways anymore,
Was some very classic poetry that has become American lore!
'Tis sad that these masterpieces have vanished from the scene.
So I want to add some Burma Shave verse from my old bean!
"Plain old soap won't do the job
What you need is a generous gob
Of good ol' foamy Burma Shave
If it's your mug you want to save!"
"If you want to impress your sweetie pie
You should have on hand a good supply
Of smooth and creamy Burma Shave
And let me tell you fellers it's all the rave!"
"If she told you to drop dead last night
And you were no longer her shining knight
Perhaps it's a smoother mug she craves
We'd recommend you try Burma Shaves!"
"She thought his stubble a disgrace
Each time it scratched her pretty face
Sorry to hear about that Dave
Shoulda used Burma Shave!"
"When rising each morn to mow your stubble
You could save yourself a heap of trouble
Before you shave give your face a healthy lave
Then slather your mug with Burma shave!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
NOTE: For the younger set and those not familiar with this bit of Americana, during the 1930s, 40s and 50s, Burma Shave signs were posted along many highways across the U.S. It was a very clever way of advertising the shaving cream. A different line of the ditty was posted on a red board about every 150 feet and they were fun to read as you sped by. The verses above I dreamed up but if you really want to see some of the old signs and the witty verse thereon, type in your search "Burma Shave Signs".
Categories:
thereon, funny, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Little warrior, take heart and know this
That before you came into my ranks
My kingdom had stood untouched
Safely guarded in that mountain fortress
Where's kept the heart and dreams of its king
Where flew the battle flag of solitude overhead
With the warning printed so boldly thereon
"Don't tread on me!"
My kingdom slumbered in a wintered sleep
That rendered my reign bereft of flavor
Then you, still baptized in bloody victory
Let loose your piercing battle cry
That shook the very foundation of my kingdom
Crumbling down the fortress walls!
Little warrior, my first knight, despair not
For you've become the salt of my kingdom
And the favored champion of this king's heart
And by very reason of your appointment
Have stayed the axeman his fatal cut
To my own mortality, for yet another term.
Look now my little prince
To that once cold mountain fortress
That had imprisoned in cold stone a hollow dream
Gloriously basking now in the warmth of defeat
Look there, high above the cherry blossoms
Where now the nightingale and cardinal sing
A new flag, warmly streaming on a spring breeze
Proudly raised in the fullness of my heart
This battle weary king's final treasure
At last, at long, long, last...
Flies my precious white flag!
Timothy I. Brumley
* A poem for my son that conveys the emotions I felt while witnessing the miracle of his birth
Written in free verse form as a reminder that freedom is never won free of cost, but
instead requires upon her sacred alter, the greatest of all sacrifices.
Categories:
thereon, family, love, sonheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
She's often seen on dark and stormy nights according to local lore,
Gliding among the ancient stones standing in that fearsome moor.
Mists wafting about the burial ground add to this spectral scene,
And circling above, a sinister murder of ravens is usually seen!
'Tis said that this hapless wraith seems to be on an endless quest,
Searching, ever searching as if for her own eternal rest.
Or does Raven seek a specific grave upon which to wreak revenge,
Whose occupant for some wrong she is determined to avenge?
She kneels at each stone and peers at the name etched thereon,
Is heard softly sobbing, then slowly rising, she moves on.
As she makes her ghostly bourne, heard is her plaintive moan,
As with vengeful eyes she examines each lichen-covered stone.
Is it a lover she searches for who left her bereft and forlorn,
Who broke her heart and filled her soul with eternal scorn?
Or could it be with malice in her heart she seeks reprise,
For the brutal murder that caused her untimely demise.
The thunder roars and lightning flashes as she glides to and fro.
The troubles that distress this restless soul we shall never know.
This fabled phantom presses on wearily, wearily lurching,
Determined to complete her quest, searching, ever searching!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Among The Dead" Contest - February 2011
Categories:
thereon, death, mystery, sadheart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
This write based on celestial object that are diurnal in active, in this write the moon, stars etc. feel sad because the day light will soon chase away the night.
Eyes wink, tears flow
Our hearts crow because you will soon go
In your presence we glow
When you are gone we are less glow
You hold our life thereon
You are our companion
My eyes are dark, I can't cry
But the pains therein never die
I know you breathe through me
You are no more without me
But my enemy is potent
He will drive me out at all cost
Quiet of the night is nought but sad
A little more time I will fade
Eyes winkle, tears splash
We want an end to this
We want to own the day and night
We want to hold everything tight
Make us an incendiary
Bomb to retaliate against our enemy
Make us a lasting danger to overcome
The enemy that you alone can't overcome
My eyes are dark, I can't cry
But the pains therein never die
I know you breathe through me
You are no more without me
But my enemy is potent
He will drive me out at all cost
Quiet of the night is nought but sad
A little more time I will fade
When light does appear
Dark does disappear
Enemy owns each tool
Destinies turn us into a fool
Sun does power over days we have no right
You own me, I'm the night
8/1/15
www.poetrysoup.com/poem/quiet_of_the_night_696787
Categories:
thereon, anxiety, imagery, love, nature,
Form:
Lyric
If all mankind's wishes, would join forces
Earths people would have no evil to fear
Children wouldn't live or learn of hunger
because all newborn babies would thrive
But, all humanity lives in fear of an evil
That mankind hasn't learned to control
A wrath suppurates and silently churns
In the dark heart, of a broken man's soul
Only when humanity learns the lesson
As "The Great Spirit" of Earth revealed
The sole evil in life people have to fear
Lurks in the darkness, found in yourself!
The lesson:
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
Categories:
thereon, earth, education, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I looked out of my window
I saw the lad they talked about
He could dance on a thread
I could hardly stand on a rope
So I told the lad what she said
He didn’t hesitate
I ambled down the street
I saw the man they talked about
He was covered with gray hair
And wrinkles were etched on his face
But I possessed none of these
So I told the man what she said
He heaved a deep sigh
I stood along the alley
And I saw the lady they talked about
She sang like a nightingale
But I could hardly beat a frog
So I told the lady what she said
She didn’t believe me
I walked into the market
And I saw the boy they talked about
He could run on air
I could barely walk thereon
So I told the boy what she said
Pray he understands
I rode along the highway
And I saw the girl they talked about
She had the beauty of an angel
I was no match for her
So I told the girl what she said
She pondered and walked away
I lay me down to sleep
And wisdom spoke again
But only my ears heard her
Then I knew it was true,
What she said
About a gift and an opportunity
Categories:
thereon, allegory, hyperbole, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
Hast the nature enwrought thou with an angel touch?
Or hast thou arisen from the heavens?
As thy eyes shine like golden stone
As thy voice hue the hoedown
The Gods pledge for thine love
My heart doth rise as thine eyes set upon mine
Thy hazel eyes enwrought my soul with perplexity of love and comfort
I could not wither staring thereon rosy cheeks
Thou hast sup my soul
And my heart wreath around thine...
Categories:
thereon, love, passion, romanceheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Ah, tomorrow and tomorrows!
A procrastinators’ catchall
future days that he will borrow
freely to do nothing at all;
but presently those days will dawn
calling due his declarations;
promises he’ll not keep thereon:
deliberate fabrications.
His wishy-washy character
lacks effectiveness and purpose;
his favorite word is “later”
which can be defined as fruitless.
Is there any hope for him? No!
as long as there are tomorrows.
Categories:
thereon, people,
Form:
Verse
While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn,
To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon!
Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for posterity,
Due to its peculiarity, sincerity, rarity and macabre hilarity!
"Here lies Gus riddled with lead! The high sheriff shot him dead!"
"He brewed the finest booze in the county! 'Til a G-man shot him for the bounty!"
"From his horse Red was throwed! He was the finest feller we ever knowed!"
"His jealous spouse cut short his life! With a twelve-inch butchering knife!"
"She slipped on a derelict banana peel! The bump on her noggin failed to heal!"
"He failed to slow down and swerve! Lost his nerve and missed the curve!"
"If you think this place has no appeal! How the heck do you think I feel?"
"Here lies the late bullfighter Umberto! He was fatally gored by el toro!"
"Clyde owns this piece of real estate! Or that's what he claims, at any rate!"
"Barnstormer Barney has flown the coop! He failed to negotiate an outside loop!"
"Cowpoke Pete has bit the dust! From his wild cayuse he was abruptly thrust!"
"A slug ended the career of gambler Steve! Seems he had some aces up his sleeve!"
"Too much cholesterol is how he met his fate! Docs warned him but 'twas too late!"
"She met her doom skating on the ice! Tried to do the triple axel thrice!"
"He always enjoyed a nickel cigar! Alas, his flame died out due to too much tar!"
"Upon my stone let no bird alight! Should that happen, please clean off the blight!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
thereon, funny,
Form:
Rhyme