Best Thymes Poems
Old Mountain tales of love spin
'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls
drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter just like a honeybee’s dance
in the summer’s rush.
For you ignite my days with passion,
'tis morn, a tear I cry
The calm, twilight lingers as her words
soft and low
In the caress of wildflowers where life’s
tranquility forever grows.
O'! Upon thy lips such sweetness dwells
Must be God's design
Born where dandelions and wild bees
forever intertwine.
O', nectar kissed by sun untouched by
human hands
An arcadian panorama of ambrosia
upon my senses' land.
Thine gaze is my beacon in the
moonlit’s silvery velvet light.
You my guiding star ignites
for all my spirit’s journey
O' my soul’s delight
For as a life-alchemists seek nectar
deep in the mountain’s heart.
Thy love's an enchanting lore where peace
like nestling lark.
All the sages sighs, thymes' tempting lore
a beautiful pure chorus
Heather fills rolling landscapes
an untold story before us.
Yes, my love's confession takes flight
with wild abandon
In the sanctuary, a haven bathed
in golden dawn
Thy touch is a sacred psalm
a sonnet on the wind
Radiant grace, I scribe my song
on every blossom's stem
Sunlight filters through sylvan green leaves
just for you.
Thy smile, a warmth that sees my spirit
through and through.
Our love, eternal, untamed by
fleeting space or time.
A taste of heaven's dew
a love of purest and most divine.
Together, hand in hand
we'll stray through life's inviolate maze
Where wildflowers bloom
and hearts forever graze.
No jeweled crown
arrayed in silks and finery
Could display the love, my beloved
I found forever in thee.
For You are my sweet lady,
my songbird
my forever home
My wild mountain honey
where my spirit roams.
In thee, a love unbound
sweeter than sun-kissed dew
My Wild Mountain Honey
forever wild
forever true.
Categories:
thymes, adventure, devotion, inspirational love,
Form:
Lyric
My memory flashes back on my most horrific nightmare…
Again, I find myself in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to finish the portraits of my agonizing tale.
It’s so hard to clear up my hazy mind
Like smoked glasses- a canvas which I need to dust…
As my tears seek its way to dry
My fine hair drops at every strand
While these paint brushes of mine sweeps so fine.
My mother is so old… now alone with me
Can’t sing long lullabies anymore,
Can you sing for me?
Please put me into deep slumber
To dream that this nightmare sets me free
As I fervently pray and cling tightly to Thee.
My memory riffles through my agonizing tales one at a time
Peeking through a fizzled hope, then I see the light
As all smoked glasses are with colorful paints now
My fragile and emaciated body begin to rise
Anchored by my indomitable spirit, pale skin starts to blush
And my hair grows even more robust than pinctober’s thymes.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Oct. 3, 2015 6.25pm
Categories:
thymes, celebration, inspirational,
Form:
Epic
I will not write a poem today
I won’t – I won’t – I won’t
I’ll defy the metered merriment
Declare the thymes – all crimes
My challenge to the metaphor
An inky gauntlet on the floor
I wlll count no syllables
As I ride the “silly” bus
Nor sound the drum roll of
Repetitive alliteration
For words, like pizza slices
Are the best of poetry’s devises
And yet, it seems, a single phrase
Emerges from the dark through greys
Of lifting fog and dancing haze
Revealing fields where poets graze
I will not write a poem today
The poem will write itself…
Categories:
thymes, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Verse
Pages I open each day
Under the sun that burns the hay
Verses I read and pray
Over a bun of bread I lay
Memories written below my chest
Strokes of ink I wrest
Olives and thymes of yesteryears
My childhood grinds with tears
Cabinet I saved and sweep
Drawer I loved and keep
My mother's pictures that flash
My heart that blink and blush
Her words enter my mind
Without her hairpin that shows and bind
Her spirit lingers, not hide
Soul that triggers, not glide
A book over my head
On Mother's Day I spread
End of Spring that chide
Mothers of the world I pride
Across the waters I sail
Billions of gallons I pail
Boating on a stormy sea
Smiling with endless glee
She made me strong all along
A spirit who stayed not so long
Now I am alone
But she made me stronger than a bone
A book on my lap
Wet and soaked by waters of gap
Dripping with thoughts of sap
Bathing me in a nap
One book is good enough
To help me grow, not huff
A pound of dry book I met
A thousand pound worth when wet
Her diary...
Happy Mother's Day! :)
(Prosebite)
Categories:
thymes, appreciation, dedication, mother, mother
Form:
Narrative
He happened to me like an autumn
Just like the change of leaves
It was sudden
But it was raining, raining on that day
Raining with black umbrellas and hurried footsteps
With wet papers and cold classrooms
Then, just right then
I heard a shrieky little laugh
Just a glance and I was caught
Caught in a whirlpool of warm chocolate
And there, just right there
Was where I met my Peter Pan
To me
He was a bouquet of sweet herbs
Sprigs of parsley crossed by bay leaves
Topped by thymes and wrapped in sage
Fragranced by mint
And colored by lavender
He was… all the good old nature
To me
He was a puzzle book
Filled with ancient spells
And wondrous casts
Rested on the shelf of red mahogany wood
Dusted in ignorance
Waiting to be learned
To me
He was a drop of sunshine on the window pane
A slip of moonlight through the crack door
The first morning dew and evening stroll
The summer breeze and the night air
To him
I was a blank page
A passerby ring
Snow in the summer
And a midnight dawn
One day
I swore
I’d knock his guard and ask him out
Yes I swore on that one day
That had passed long ago
Categories:
thymes, first love, flower, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Burning sun over lands
Solar pun with dancing strands
Across the lands, memoirs of time
History of lands, sands of time
Men of history, written in rhymes
Like poets in line, with leaf olive and thymes
Categories:
thymes, history, poetess, poets, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A Big Bowl of Things
I gulped down a big bowl of soup,
I could've sworn it had assorted letters of poems
that spelled villanelles and palindromes!
It was funny...
'cause when I gulped down a big bowl of stew,
I could've sworn I saw the meat and taters
dance around my stew to limericks and clerihews,
with amusing rhymes clinging to my suppertime thymes !
It was funny...
'cause when I gulped down a big bowl of chili
I could've sworn I saw a sonnet and sestina
So I told the nurse ~ she said, "That's silly !"
"You may have seen an amusing rhyme clinging to your suppertime thyme,
since you were given an extra med, is why these pictures are in your head!"
"Good thing we caught it,: it was close-we will next time reduce your dose."
Copyright McCuen 2009
Categories:
thymes, confusion, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Celtic Sun
Celtic sun, one such wonder,
Sending her rays unto the woods,
Celtic sun spun her golden silk,
Oh, such beauty on kiln dried land.
In this mystic cool Spring air,
Soft wind blowing everywhere,
As free as a maiden-fair-hair,
Butterflies fluster and fill the sky,
The Monarchs of black, yellow bright and blue,
Cardinals chirping, flapping their wings,
Hummingbirds swooshing by,
Drinking from sweet vines and Morning Glories,
Near Plumeria trees, they fly, happily glide,
Catalyst vision of rainbow prism colors bright.
Celtic sun, shines as glorious about,
Casting shadows on fluffy white floating clouds,
Majestically high on blue yonder of mountain ranges,
Fields of magical wonder, Spring flowers and herbs.
Tulips, Daffodils, Silkwoods, Sages, Lilacs and Lavenders,
Honeysuckles hang higher on climbing fences,
Lemon scents in the garden of Rosemaries,
Thymes, Parleys, Fennels and Oregano flowers .
Dancing with plummelling Plumerias,
Butterflies & bees swarm for nectar of flowers.
Morning light shines on desert tan earth
Birds glide and chirp among tall trees
Dew drops crystal dancing with the moon,
Heat swoons and soon it's melting by sun light,
Atop the Delphinium petals blue and bright,
With sweet scents of Hyacints and Java Jasmins.
As dark sky shines on bright stars, so fair afar,
August moon fading soon over the horizon,
Golden sun rising and basking on the sky line,
Over the rim, it shines on the blue azure sea... and behind.
As the ocean waves rush to the shores,
I adore natural earth that I saw, in awe of her beauty,
Forever more, and again, I am in heaven,
Oh Celtic Sun - alas, one more truly happy day.
Jieranai Maier ©2002
Categories:
thymes, beauty, blessing, emotions, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
wee've awl maid miss takes
sum foke think their perfect butt
cann knot sea era’s!
eye fink aye cann right
butt eye’ll admit sum era’s
sum thymes doo app pier
Categories:
thymes, humorous, poetry,
Form:
Senryu
Rhymes and reasons
Seasons and thymes
Jumps and dances
Prances and climbs.
Rhymes and reasons.
Doing her thing.
Seasons and thymes
Twirling in spring!
Rhymes and reasons.
Showing the way.
To a season with thymes
Who just wants to play!
Categories:
thymes, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
NEVER BLAME THE MAN
WHEN HE HAS YOUR BEST
INTEREST IN MIND
WHEN HE ACTS NICE
A TREATS YOU KIND
WHEN YOUR FRIENDS
SPEAK ILL OF HIM
TO CAUSE YOU TO
DISAGREE
SO THAT ONE DAY"GIRL"
YOU'LL OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE
THEY'LL ARRANGE WAYS TO
CAUSE
AND MAKE THINGS GO WRONG
FOR YOU AND HIM
HE'S THE ONE TO
BLAME
HE SUPPOSED TO BE THE MAN
BUT THAT IS A PRECURSOR
TO WHAT YOU KNOW HE THINKS
SOMETHING AINT RIGHT
AND YOU KNOW THAT AINT REAL
WHEN HE SMOOTH HER OVER
THEY'LL SEND IN
SOMEONE HIS WAY
TO BREAK-UP THIS SHAM
AND SEND THIS BUSTA ON HIS WAY
DAYS GOES BY" GIRL GUESS WHO
CALLED, CRYING AND BALLIN
ASKING SLAP-JAWED
"OLE BOY, GIRL"
WANTING TO HOOK UP AGAIN
I TOLD HIM I GOT A MAN
I CAN'T LET YOU BACK IN
THEY GOT MARRIED THROUGH
AND BEEN HAPPY EVER SINCE
THEY GOT RID OF THOSE FRIENDS
THOSE TROUBLE-MAKING TRICKS
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY
BOOTEZ" THE BAMA" NEIGHCAFF
Categories:
thymes, break up, conflict, friend,
Form:
Ballad
Priscilla was born under a lucky constellation
Without a single bit of consternation
Born under a lucky constellation
The entire town was in celebration
We were excited, filled with excited jubilation.
A lovely couple – Wilbur and Winnie Thyme.
They had patiently waited a long time
To get the ultimate gift, a baby girl.
She was adorable too with one gentle curl.
They had wealth and cherished antiques.
They did not care; she was a doll who squeaks.
They were all about giving her whatever she needed.
She was a success, in everything she succeeded.
The Thymes were pleased, proud and puffed.
Priscilla was not the kind of girl who huffed.
She was born under a loving galaxy.
Cherished by every native – wild and free.
Categories:
thymes, baby,
Form:
Rhyme
bassoons & oboes
they rehearsed in the atrium
to the on lookers delight
the sounds of the oboes were soothing
they were like the sun setting into night
the chefs were amazing
and the sounds of the bands,
I asked my lover for favor
I was brave and took the chance!
6 pork tongues
1& 1/4 cup of cocnac
1 gallon of grape juice
2 cups of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of minced garlic
2 cup of chopped onions
1 cup of green bell pepper
1/4 cup of gingerroot minced
1 cup of soy sauce
1 tablespoon of turmeric
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
cook for two to three hours until tongues are done and tender
drain broth/stock: remove excess fat
measure 5 cups
add 3 1/2 cups of rice
cook rice until done...
add..
2 cups of crabmeat
2 cups of yogurt
1/2 cup of minced green onion
2 cups of asparagus
1 cup of parmesan cheese
3 crushed garlic cloves,
warm over heat until cheese melts
a little love some thymes goes a long whey!
Categories:
thymes, celebration, fashion, guitar, i
Form:
Ballad
Sasha Marie woke up early, getting her healing herbs ready for market.
She was bringing the masses the ones they liked the most.
St. John’s Wort, thymes, catnip, allspice, and eye of newt.
Eye of Newt made her smile for it was a hybrid she invented.
Magi, her familiar, curled around her leg, mewing, wanting a pet.
Of course, she accommodated him. He was a black and white love bug.
Symba, her dog, began to bark loudly. There was a truck going down the road.
Sasha Marie rolled her eye; one truck in two days and the dog went nuts!
She opened the door and Symba rushed out to bark his disapproval.
I could finish those cinnamon rolls and take them too, she suddenly thought.
She remembered what a hit they were with the last crowd.
The phone rang. Someone wanted a healing, and a healing.
She made them an appointment, then began a walk through the garden.
Her best friend Marda, was already there. “Cinnamon rolls?” Marda asked.
Marda did not like to bake, but she certainly loved to eat.
It was handy having a best friend next door. She was weeding Sasha’s garden.
Matter of fact, it was beautiful – what Sasha had thought of doing this morning
Marda had already completed.
“How long have you been here?”
Marda looked at the sky. Maybe a couple of hours.
They went into the house, ate warm cinnamon rolls and spoke of the fair.
We had better leave by five tomorrow. We want to get our tent set up in a good place.
Are we taking those signs we made? The ones from last time? Sure. Why not?
They grabbed up a pile of signs that said “To No One Do Harm”.
Most do not understand them, Sasha Marie said. I was going to leave them here.
“Their children get it,” Marda said. “And that’s who we are educating anyway, right?”
They both pondered the negativity of the Christian men who used to write faerie tales,
Scaring children, making witches sound evil, threatened by female power.
A disservice to Wiccans.
Categories:
thymes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Let sweet rains drop on your palms
Let it cuddle your skin, soften like a balm
Your bangles hum the dreamy rhymes
Let wind waft your fragrant thymes
I am far away from you, far, far away
In dream I sing with you, dance and sway
How are you dear? how have you been?
I am eager to know, truly I am keen
Dark clouds darken the smiling sky
Where the wild wings dare to fly
I am longing for sweet rains to fall
Or sunshine! even it be patchy small
May you stay blissful there, stay carefree
Chuckle and laugh in a catching spree
Hope I will see you soon, in a luminous day
Bye now my love, for you I will gently pray
Categories:
thymes, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme