Best Tideless Poems
Sonnet #1
A cloying scent this unrequited love
sad saccharine denial of its roots
harsh coo – the chortle of a fleeing dove
escaping from the nest of passion’s truths.
The fetid feel of limply touching hand
upon the fevered brow of stricken foe
erasing lovers footprints from the sand
believing that all tides must come and go.
Thus did the fever break, and I awake
alone upon the cold and sweat stained sheets
believing that all love is naught but fake
a masquerade of liar’s texts and tweets.
Has passion but succumbed to passion’s heat
or must all passions suffer such defeat?
11/5/2016
lines 3,4 and 13 have 10 syllables by my count
and 11 syllables by howmanysyllables.com count
Sonnet #2
And yet the heart of passion stilled will beat
upon the very walls that bid it flee
steadfastly stand and rally in retreat
a love that waits where passion went to sea
Lone footprints sadly circling tideless pools
scanning the silent surf for distant flame
passion in lustful search for passions fools
must meet a passion’s passion with the same
For pain is but the touchstone of this ruse
sweet proof that what was held was passion pure
dark pain that animates the passions muse
to bite the bloodied lip that must endure.
So does the sunrise climb to heat of day
while sunset in its cooling slips away.
11/6/2016
line 8 counted as 11 syllables by howmanysyllables
counted as 10 by me
//howmanysyllable seems to think that every apostrophe (‘s) adds a syllable//
living in the flame
rideing on top of that tidal wave
the invisible waves, rushing through
the saltless hot beachy sand
Looking ahead as i saw that beautiful squeaky flippin dolphin
stars spinning ahead, darkeness rushing in the tideless
freedom land
once again im with nature the water is my tears
when i accidently let go of my hope .
like a sailboat i sank .
thunder of volts in my eyes you shall see
bright lightning gets brighter in theat muscial sky .
o nothing butthe wood wind chimes with the angels singing
you can hear it peacefully if you sat back down
turned your mirror facing you back around.
face to face woth my own self.
i looked deeply inside this time
thanks heavenslittle dragonfly;s that this second spent
i took ot to heart .
i saw who i finally was meant to be ,
beautiful the insight as i rose to my feet .
rember the wood windchimes in the wind ,
they always bring you back to your own crazy foolish mind
sometimes it gets erased by time.
every now and then you have to get up and try to fight for your rights in this flameing hell i call earth .
it can take away your heart
the creatures in it they try to pull you away from your own self .
turn the page , look deeper dont ley anyone get to close to your heart so they can stab it deeper , protect your love .
flameing candle burning in the moonlight god sent my baby angel back to her nest we can finally rest. God has our place here. Overcoming hope is what makes you stronger for gods next battle belive stay humble
Gift me radiant smiles and
And the beauty of a horse's neck.
Gift me glens of green,
Pastures pure, and distant tideless shores.
Gift me red velvet bows of Christmas spirit,
And happy-drunk uncles, and cousins and pets.
Get me a photo of last time,
When grandpa and grandma were alive,
And the kitchen and basted turkey were one scent.
Find me a family growing, eager to toot political
Hoopla to the family dining, or the aunt
Not related, never speaking, ingenious
And quietly correct.
Stop the now and rewind this scene,
I long for the gift of those years forgotten,
ego's urge unrelenting
To further move out of the sharpness of youngness, into the blur
Of since then.
Like endless words
emotionally meant
Like tideless memories
erratically spent
Like dreams that weave
a few days content
Like flameless smoke
love lies dormant
It's time for silence...
but a piercing voice rolls
through the valleys
It pitches unseen through
lifted eyebrows
And winds around
a cry for lost trinkets
dispersed in sandy winds
It rings like chimes,
until there is no wind
Just
whimpers of everything previously loved,
and now split in two...
Recounted laughs,
Wondrous mornings taken for granted
and now renamed
New days so unlike the ones delivered
Strung upon strips of fading praise
Robes hanging on deprived shapes
Assuming a static brace,
and a skeletal pose
Aroused incisions stake
boundaries for this silence...
Unseen by the insane shrill,
Reminding each day that anarchy
requires peace for its absolution,
Silence...a tideless blue sea
...fading voices
and succumbing numbness
Form:
BEACH PICNIC FOR TWO
Calm and tideless,
Warm and timeless,
Unsalted, undeep –
Warm Baltic half-asleep
Hot sand, hard pebbles –
Dark sparkling crystals
Heated and sunlit,
Ancient and granite
In the tree’s glad shade we rest.
Sand and branches make our nest.
Seeds fall on us in a shower
From the bird-cherry’s fragrant flower
Hungry from the happy day,
The bright and shady, lazy bay.
Cool aroma in the dark –
Cooking fire’s smoking bark.
Sandy sandwich, melting cheese,
Brush the breadcrumbs from our knees.
Afternoon of scented air
For a carefree laughing pair
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(Description of an actual picnic for my wife and myself.)
Written for Carol Brown's Contest - PICNIC TIME
Gazing deeply into her isles, beautiful oceans eyes...
Endless they seem these tideless waters; breathless
My heart frozen within, their aqua's joy; waves of her
Love, crashing upon life's reef; things I thought I knew
Swept away amid her arms; crystal bells as silver strings
Velvet pools and no refrains; she'll wear, my wedding ring.
RED SEA RECALLED
Perim squints in sun without relief
Through its narrow windows
Towards the mirage
Of Socotra’s pearled reef
Red and shallow sea floor
With coral islets shimmering
And rainbows of fish
Near its dusty rock shores
Crossed by the Tropic*
Crossed by dhows
Crossed by Moses
Crossroads geographic and historic
Its waters stream warm
Through the gate of tears *
A tideless desert sea
Caught in a sand storm
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NOTES
Tropic of Cancer crosses the Red Sea’s mid-section.
Bab el Mandeb means Gate of Tears.
Perim and Socotra are islands in the region.
Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind
Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises
Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign.
Empress of the emerald seas, my ship for rich prizes
Listed its name, cargoing only your pure laden weight
Anchorless against the blustering report of bad winds.
I desired you alone, and for you I you alone I freight
Nature's nagging Testament jettisoned among the fins
Eternal glimpse of glee. O how my ship prized your worth
Well in tons delicious of my dreams, your sweet waters
Ecstatic upon the plunging foray of my keel, port
Leaning through tempting triangles, the pirate pesters
Lack speed's pursuit, and through doldrums I evade
Incessant wrongs, until your wild waves wanton decree
Numbed wind and sail in me. Flirtingly you delayed
Giving my ship to port, and then soon abandoned me
Tideless in a salt bog of tears where I logged deceit
Once in a while I come down to the sea, the old receipt
Nested in my mastless fingers, to wail my loss in you.
"i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go..." ee Cummings
In the silent wondrous wonders of my yearning,
you appeared
as a lasting vision burned deep into my eyes
In the flaming quiet of this moment,
my heart trembled
and love rose like a glorious glow
breaking the darkened horizon of my yesterday's loneliness
like a rising sun that splayed warmth so timeless
as to nourish my soul
and lead me to escape the tideless shores of emptiness
where my lost barren heart had dwelled
for so long
Before the world turned
and your gift of love begets love
to leave an afterimage in my heart
Where promises are laid upon the altar of life
and poems were etched into my soul
to be read like a haunting melody
from the lips of your passions that need to be held
like a precious jewel...forever
11/1/19
contest Writing Challenge, November-Some Kind of Love
Poetry Contest
sponsor Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
You are now
as you were then
A figure in the middle distance
suddenly gone
And with the sand and my tears hot
I fought the knot of fear
that you wouldn't come back,
carried out by the tideless sea
Then lulled by your gentle laughter
I forgot.
It'd be thirteen years til you left my sight
slipped from my horizon
Only this time
with no way to come home