Best Tracie Poems
I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why
Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight of them to me is so profound
Some voices come in whispers so low
Yet some billow causing them to echo
There is a reason they came down below
They bring a message of things we should know
~Angels descending,bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,whispers of love~
These angels didn't fall at all
Just upon us they made a call
For : "Fallen Angels" contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
~Quote of Fanny J. Crosby included in this poem as requested~
Written in the form of Rhyming Couplet
Written: 02/17/2012
4th Place Winner
"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")
A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get your fine diploma
Fond friends get left behind
Blink one eye
To keep a tear at bay
Tick tock tick tock
You get a job
Or first you go to college
Find a mate and settle down
Tick tock tick tock
Surprises come
So soon your first child’s prom!
Blink both your eyes
Try not to cry
Tick tock tick tock
A grandchild’s birth
And then a whole lot more
Folks you used to know
Have passed away
Tick tock tick tock
Blink back those tears
Of joy and pride
And also tears of pain
Tick tock tick tock
Changes happen
For the good and for the bad
You must adapt
Or fade. . . . . .
Tick tock tick tock
Sit back in your recliner
And simply close your weary eyes
There will be no more tears
To blink away
For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest
a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed
a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head
a loud screaming sound
resonated through the house—
my face turned bright red
my husband woke up
hysterically laughing—
I was on the floor
I could not get up
without someone assisting—
ku ku krazy day
I went back to bed
wondering what day it was—
perhaps, tomorrow
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....????
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
friendship - ((CONTEST))
**Jun Jun Villanueva**
Friendship~ salient lyrical canzonet of life's vast immeasurable experiences
an intermezzo in an interminable tedious dulcet musical theater
a masterpiece fabricated through hearts' harmonic jibe
excogitate from comradeship's bond and pinky promise
"HYMN" my heart and soul still warbling in oxymoronic spirit.
**Poet Destroyer**
Friendship- stood like a b-sharp note, the best jubilant occasion
My ears a funnel of tease~ something big in the air, waves off your shoulder.
Repetition and codas beyond the ripples of my reflections~ I see you my friend.
Ready to sing and examine the warmth of immeasurable experience.
The ripples you compose inside me, are like the last octaves parrying symbols.
** Tracie Edwards ~ contest **
My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong.
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.
My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.
Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.
It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic.
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.
In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.
Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.
Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?
Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.
Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.
The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.
Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.
That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.
When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.
I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.
© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whose only wish is to remain...
like wind chimes in a hurricane
we lose the scent
of song
of self
of flesh
seeking to find what we think
we want and wish for-
For a time we must all go our way,
running swift to glean the chain
to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain:
lone lemming on the slippery edge,
for a time we all must go away-
Making trails like Saturn's rings
crossing minds with death's clear intent,
the opaque of pleasant things,
(brittle creatures in metal galaxies)
seeking what's inside our veins...
For a while, despite the truth of denial
like sandcastles in a driven rain
piece by piece or whole grain,
we all must go away.
but
we'll come back full(bloated) circle
after a thorough
panning of the vein
when the path back home
sings like a golden finch,
post-warm-hearted rain...
for a time, we all must go our way-
for Tracie and Linda
Eight times he looked death right in the eyes,
sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries,
sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind,
left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind.
Another time he got run over by a car.
No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star.
That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors,
often fell off walls but landed on all fours!
Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives.
Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of
Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver
You Suffocate Me with Darkness…
~Satan~
Lawless, deceiver
Perverting, accusing, murdering
Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer
You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy
You are the real loser
in
The
End
You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine…
~Almighty God~
Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver
Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing
Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend
You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life
You
are
the
main event
In Paradise…
Our Lord
Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix
1-2-11
For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver
John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”. Gwendolen wrote the second half.
daffodils
wilt in summer heat --
a lost friend
kite tails fly --
children chase the wind
and catch the sun
a forgotten swing
sways beneath an empty nest --
and ripe, red apples
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012
for ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....???? Contest
(Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver )
In someone else’s dream I long to be.
I yearn to permeate his heart and mind.
So when he drifts to sleep it’s me he’ll see,
and in my arms his paradise he’ll find.
We’ll meet inside a world of glowing hues
and catch a star to Venus and the moon.
As homeward bound on comet’s tail we cruise,
I’ll read his wicked thoughts and nearly swoon.
Then slowly I’ll fulfill his fantasies.
He’ll sweetly moan, and then my name he’ll call.
Inside this dream I’ll have him on his knees,
for I will be his only and his all.
But no, not he. . . it’s I who can’t resist!
And it’s in dreams of mine(not his) we’ve kissed.
For the Dream a lil Dream Contest of
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
SCENERY TO PAINT
Every day we reviewed them in parade attitude
Along the Snake River in the Tetons’ solitude,
Or at attention on the banks of the Volga
In the infinite taiga -
In neat ranks along river terraces
Warm dark firs mixed with yellow acer,
All with the wind slowly leaning,
Their branches across the river-ice signalling
To great endless squadrons of their fellows :
In spring with their full flowers - yellows :
An army in a gold and topaz uniform
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform ;
And in fall with their rich golden foliage
Always polished and ready for duty with courage.
In poor soil, in tough climate, these were heroes
Prepared for all their tomorrows.
Each morning we watched “Reveille” parade
In the dawn’s early light; and the evening shade
Gave “taps” for that heroic multitude -
The taiga’s topaz army, in golden solitude.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest ...Paint the world...
People watching, on a park bench under a ripe sun,
I sat, seemingly wasting time. My heart smiled the second hour when I saw John,
my father, in the clouds. He smiled back with arms that reached
from the past to pick the sun from the sky like a peach.
Golden light splattered,
as he bit into the fruit at high noon; with my head back
and tongue out, I tasted drops of sunlit ambrosia.
My father winked from the clouds. His eyes searched to teach
a lesson of love from father to daughter, spanning a gap in time. "God is love",
I heard on whispering wind. "Scotland". Again, he said, "Scotland". I didn't understand.
"My mom wanted to go but never did. Live, give and forgive, outlive the bad, relive the good",
like thunder from his mouth
I heard the words echo. "Time is on My Side" played
in the background on an old transistor radio as ancient
as the silent man, still like a statue, next to me. A hush fell on the park and a peace
swept over me. Men, women, spirits kept moving by for hours, yet none
were noticed as my wide eyes stared at the passing sky. I was happy.
In fact, I had never felt happier, but I knew I was running on empty,
exhaustion washed over me from the power of emotions while the sky moved north to south.
Clouds faded with daylight. Sadly, I blew a kiss goodbye "knowing the sky was feeling the same".
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, May 31, 2012
for Mish-Mash contest (Tracie)
In the middle of the woods lived nine women,
each woman was unique in their own special way.
Pd walked around wearing one sock everywhere she went.
Andrea lectured all the women on the English language.
Everywhere Tracie and Gail went they made funny faces.
Linda Marie could be found swinging from a tree.
Anna Lise likes mustard and cheese on crackers please
Carol, Abby and Melissa played jokes when they could.
this was a three ring circus in the woods.
Tracie's 9 contest
Cory
Living with a heart that's warm...
Looking for a page not worn...
Lighting in a sky with no sound...
Lifting teardrops when a hearts not found...
Loving words that shout for miles...
Last but not least, a poet who can always make me smile...
The vicks
Johnson is me poor old name,
Brisbane town is where I’m staying,
Had 100 jobs I’m saying,
A some times Diversional Therapist.
(entertain the old n decrepid)
Tried burying for half a week,
Wouldn’t let me smile, or squeak,
Drove a council bus,
punched out a few,
Who’d fight, no fuss.
Bouncer in the Valley,
Loved the chicks,
Woke up in strange beds with hicks
Accidently used the vicks,
Talk about the ring of fire?
Don Johnson 21-july-11
tracie edwards
Contest Name Getting to know you