Best Tis Poems
‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
You, my homeland
Are of a beauty unrivaled
From one coast to the other
Your plains and rolling hills and pointy peaks
Cry to the heavens of freedom
Your jagged coasts and sandy keys
Offer the arms of welcome and opportunity to the world
And teem with the gifts of the oceans
Lakes and rivers and streams
Born with purity in the snow-crusted mountains
Are the lifeblood of the people
Bubbling with earth's finest bounty
And carrying the breath of all creation on their backs
From cities bulging with people
To a wilderness, untouched and untamed
You are the envy of the earth
And the bosom of liberty
America.
I live here
In the United States
Yes, I'm proud
Proud of where I live
Blessed to have been born in a place
Where I can chase a dream
Where I can speak my mind without fear of punishment or death
Worship, (or not), in the way I choose
Get healthcare, schooling, and assistance in a number of ways
Learn to drive and get a license when I reached 15
Vote at age 18 in a democratic process
And follow the interests I decide on, freely
These are extraordinary things
When you think of the restrictions
Of much of the rest of the world
I was taught from an early age not to take these things for granted
And that many of my opportunities and rights
Had been paid and fought for
By the energies and lives of our people in military service
I'm thankful for that
Whatever others may say, to me this is the greatest country
We are usually the first to be called upon
When another country needs help
And usually the first to respond, in any way we can
But we are also the largest target
And take much of the blame for negative things that happen
No matter where it is
And yes, that bothers me.
There IS no perfect place, and certainly not this
But it is a land of freedom and opportunity
And people move here from all over the world for those reasons
I was blessed to be born when I was -
When a kid could go for a walk and not end up on a milk carton
But I was even MORE blessed to be born WHERE I was
And I thank the heavens every day
That I am an American.
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe away their tear.
Think of the children in this season of joy,
girls and boys without a single toy.
Their joy is just a day of peace,
when the bombs finally cease.
When you sit there comfortable and warm,
Think of the homeless struggling in the storm.
Why is it so difficult to understand,
for them this is no winter wonderland.
Some are alone in a nursing home,
Waiting for a loved one to phone
Or watching their door
Hoping it will open once more.
Touch the hearts of those lonesome tonight,
simple gestures will fill them with delight.
Remind an orphan to keep faith in life,
give them hope when struggles are rife.
With compassion, bombs will remain silent,
tongues must speak against those who are violent.
Only love can dilute streams of hate,
reach out to those in pain, to change their fate.
Silent One collaboration with Carole Duet
23 December 2017
You'll not see determination
like it...
this spirit sailed across
seven seas...
even as a child I fondly
recall it...
I knew I was different...
for what I believe...
for instance rich kids
down the road for their
Christmas a trampoline
they received...
they refused me entry...
so I took to hills...
walked off all disharmony...
whilst up there I found a
bog in it a dead cow lodged...
this cow bloated like any
fair ground balloon could be...
so I climbed aboard her and
I bounced all day...
cost me nothing my soul
in tact...
...thinking back...lucky
the old cow didn't burst
or crack...
it's the universe you see
the higher power understands
watches over me...
I often think of that day...
the spirit of the poor...
is rich...
Where there is a will there
is a way.
anyhow those same kids
they got tired of jumpin
up and down...
so they came to our house
we teamed up played rugby
instead...
for I knew from an early age
as young as five it is not t'ings
that bring fulfillment...
it is other people and love that
bring us this full of life...that we
feel inside...
Tis the Irish in me...
this spirit I believe...
the spirit that sailed
seven seas
...the spirit from above
Tis the Irish in me...
If Death in time should somehow find
I'm running just a little late.
I just realized to my great surprise...
I have an expiration date.
I pace the floor with Death at my door
With no out that I can see.
But I've thought it through, I have things to do
Before I embrace immortality.
With one last breath, I entreat with Death
If I might linger just another day.
I have family and friends... to make amends
And a bookie yet to pay.
But Death will brook no tardiness
As they seem somewhat understaffed.
So I accept this judgement
Knowing well my Government
Will have one less soul to shaft.
The End
White stars, red and white stripes.
Blue for loyalty.
Waving in the wind, instilling pride.
Reminding us of pledge.
Apple pie, Chevrolet, John Wayne.
Viet Nam, Gulf War,
Freedom of speech, freedom riders,
Free to think, free to be the best we can be.
Texas, California, Iowa, from sea to shining me.
State pride, rawhide, courageous side.
A cultural mix unheard of before the Pilgrims landed, and the Natives
Took pity and helped them live.
Thanksgiving, 4th of July, Veterans of Foreign Wars,
Germans, French, Italians, Scots, Swedes, African Americans.
All Americans, all united in that.
911 Hero pride.
Sacrifices. Pride to all of us, they were Americans.
All for one, a nation under God, my Country Tis of Thee
8/27/2018 My Country Tis of Thee Contest Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend
Decades past, when free love was all the rage
we were not told, bait for the golden cage.
In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies
we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies.
O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell
when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell.
Years ago, my pride led me so far astray
now these later years cause me to kneel to pray.
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
life is not over, time can be thy friend.
Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee
soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free.
Future promise, grace me with clear new skies
send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016
Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of tyranny,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my hackers live,
Land where my loyalty is,
Land where the bankers give
Let Russia ring!
Let Russia swell the breeze,
And ring with Putany
Sweet brother's song;
Let lying tongues awake;
Let American freedoms take;
Let law and justice break,
Let Trump rule ring!
My native country, flee,
To land of autocracy,
Thy name I love;
I love thy arrogance,
Thy sweet high-handedness;
Your subjugating dominance
Of thee I sing.
Allies like Moscow Mitch,
Have America in the ditch,
Let Fox News ring!
Republicanism is a ,
Our government for the rich,
My Lackey's be enriched
Of thee I bling!
Corruption's' God to me,
Author of tweetery,
such sleaze I bring.
Long may my brand be bright,
With dictator's impending night,
The fools have given me the right,
I'm God your King!
'Tis nineseventeenPM!
On the balcony, in a rocking chair
In full twilight surrender
Savoring this wonderous time capsule
This moment of captivating tranquility
So soothing I wish It would freeze in time
Sweet nineseventeenPM!
Not quite my bedtime
But I know Morpheus will soon come calling
The wind out here whispering inconceivable secrets
To trees darker than the night sky
Crickets are chirping beneath the moon
Magical nineseventeenPM!
I wish for many more moments like this
Moths are darting about the lightbulb above me
Oh, what a night! I wish Asteria would appear before me
And strum her lyre under this twinkling
Canopy of innumerous twilight stars
So long, nineseventeenPM!
The nightjar that sings for me has flown away
I feel the arms of Morpheus enfolding me now
I don't want to fight my sleepy eyes
I intend to revisit you again at nineseventeenPM tomorrow
Glory the sky with even more stars!
Submitted for...
BRIAN'S SELECT B, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 06/11/2020
nineseventeenPM Poetry Contest/Winner(6th Place)
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Date written and posted: 06/24/2018
it moved on its own like electricity
shimmering
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or
like air in my tires
...you rolled
drove me
roved me with sleight of hand
melt of my belts
turn of the wheelhouse
you slid me to left
rocked me hard to right
dressed me
cloaked me
in one single wild flower
you caressed me
with silk
stole my manners...you left nothing of me
I was the milk and honey
you drank
grew tall and I small
humbled before the tidal turquoise caverns
deep trenches
rip tide pull
I am round as the supple pie
you lithe as stripped bark
my rings go round and ripple outward into the world
you satellite me
I forever circle you
~A lament~
Most signs and prophesy already fulfilled,
the scarlet of harlot lady has sung,
the veil has fallen away.
Hitler, De Fuehrer the man of sin,
the son predicted, hath prophesied,
many of God’s elect, the Jews have died.
`Tis much later than you think,
millennium is surely at the brink,
the harlot’s two legs of beauty are no more,
two towers of economic power have fallen.
In one hour great towers did fall, bewailed,
bemoaned, the earth doth reel, to and fro,
nature’s safety is in the fro, as earth bows low.
A vicious cycle, a call pending of Michael,
One foot on land one foot on the sea, one final plea,
One more call of love, and then we’ll see.
Trump Towers in Old Istanbul
Influenced our President's pull
Brown skins do not matter
So let the Kurds scatter
And enjoy the Turkey Shoot Cull
last night I heard the moon whisper in a hush so tender,
“love…
yes, ‘tis love-
as we laid to surrender in a gentle moment of splendor.
we sat and counted stars until there was no more
existence to gaze upon (embraced in affection)-
indulged in cosmos and saw the water treading upon
venus with ease (bodies adjacent in warmth).
I thought of how you loved me without condition,
hands held without caution, only care and concern.
the sun rose and replied to the moon,
“love
yes, ‘tis perpetual love-”
and with promises of radiant yellow we shined into the
morn glory, encompassed in dewdrops and the opening
of white and tangerine lilies.
for I am your undying ignited candle blazing on into the
constellations we call home-
"yes… ‘tis love,
‘tis love."
August 18, 2018
Steaming, a cup in hand
Piping hot liquid, deliciousness
Found on the heavy blend,
Sunlight reflections on the glass,
Window pane glistening,
With its gentle brilliance.
Steaming, one cupful of enjoyment,
Pleasant like the morning,
When the dew drips quietly,
Shimmering on the edges of a rose,
Blushing, shy – like the sunrise
Who beckons from the mountain crests,
Portraying the wonder of a dawn
When light penetrates
Forests and thickets with blessings.
Steaming, a cup in hand
Promising to share the moments,
Just before darkness abandons the night,
Wistful and whimsical as daybreak,
When the joy of morning begins,
And light seeps through the shadows,
Pouring hope into the carefully laid plans.
Steaming, one cupful of love,
Breathless and flowing – singing
Rhythmic as the new dawn,
Enjoyed by those who know this love –
Coffee is like the silence,
Who prepares hearts for the time,
Passing us by… the moments,
Treasures we can’t keep but still,
We won’t weep, because these treasures….
They are the fortunes found in memories –
And those memories… jewels we keep!