Best Transports Poems
Try leave behind "Book Of The Week"
And head upstairs where floorboards creak.
Where people tilt their heads to look
At every spine on every book.
Where murderers and secret lovers
Plot and scheme between the covers.
Where transport from another age
Transports you to another page.
Where old detective books reside
Each with their price pencilled inside.
Where books based on geometry
Share space with trigonometry.
Where childhood annuals stand in line
With memories of a simpler time.
Where silent thoughts pervade the air
And words speak volumes everywhere.
Aries Soul
Mischievous flint spark
razes lethargy’s prison
igniting joy’s fuse.
Leo Soul
Rich roaring campfire
radiant warmth draws attention
confidence blazing.
Sagittarius Soul
Long-tended embers
spawn dazzling wisdom flashes
endlessly glowing
Capricorn Soul
White gleaming marble
proud solid stability
structural beauty.
Taurus Soul
Lavish lilac shrub
broadcasting sensual delight
exudes comfort.
Virgo Soul
Majestic maple
limbs' crimson remnants swept clean
prepared for new growth.
Libra Soul
Sleeping lover’s breath
passion’s rhythm synchronized
harmony complete.
Aquarius Soul
Fresh pine-mountain air
clears celestial vision
connections revealed
Gemini Soul
Frolicsome breeze
swirling dance unencumbered
transports wisdom’s seeds
Cancer Soul
Soft persistent rain
quenches fragile seedling’s thirst
nurtures flowering
Scorpio Soul
Ancient cavern pool
envelops secret demons
guards Pandora’s box
Pisces Soul
Still midnight lagoon
shimmers cosmic buoyancy
atop deep pure peace.
The mighty 3rd to the north did steam,
Chasing a ghost not to be seen
Guard the landing your task assigned,
Quiet the day is to be benign
At dawn the Imperial fleet does appear,
Surprise complete, ranging fire splashes near
Outnumbered and out gunned, duty is clear,
Close the range you must in spite of your fear
Laying smoke, a jagged course you take,
An account of yourselves you will make
Steel your heart and make sure your eye,
For each salvo keeps you alive
Toe-to-toe the battle, you exchange mighty blows,
Triumph impossible, yet into the fray you all go
In perfect rhythm, the mad dance goes on,
As smoke filled gunhouse loads powder and shot
Decks strewn with the dead and dying,
Teams repair to keep the ensign flying
Struck and struck again, yet to point blank you steam,
Hard to port, you cross the “T”
“All guns to fire at the turn, torpedoes away!”
The enemy scatters in disarray
Too late, mortal blows you take
To the deep, no more your enemy to rake
One final salute their captain does render,
For you fought to the death and did not surrender
On this all men do still agree,
These were the finest two hours of Taffy 3
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On October 25th, 1944, 3 destroyers and 4 destroyer escorts of Task Force
Taffy 3 engaged a combined force of Imperial Japanese Navy battleships and
cruisers in a 2 hour running gun battle to protect the escort carriers and troop
transports taking part in the Leyte Gulf landings in the Philippines. Two of the
three destroyers and one of the escorts were sunk while sinking three
Japanese heavy cruisers and damaged three more. Due to the fierceness of
the attack, the Japanese fleet retired from the area thinking they had been
attacked by a much larger force. At the outset of the battle, the commanding
officers of these 7 ships, without orders, individually decided to attack and
headed at flank speed to the fight all knowing they would most likely not
survive the day. Almost 1600 did not. In a final act of respect, the commander
of one Japanese cruiser saluted the crew of an American ship that had just
sunk as his ship passed them floating in the water.
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Just incase...
The world should end.
Ive made a few friends,
Some relationships came and went.
Some endured to the very end.
Other relations could not mend.
No animosity, to any of them.
Its just life, how things begin,
And often end...
Just incase...
The world should end.
I dont have alot, of worldly possession's
Just some earthly aquirements,
Attained along the way.
Physical attachments, that will astray,
When my life has withered away.
Just incase...
The world should end.
I hope one-day we Meet again.
This flesh, we do not own.
Its just a vehicle, that transports the soul.
Until, it finds a place to go.
Just incase...
The world, should end.
I need to say, one more thing.
I need to let you know, how much I truly cared.
How sometimes, my own ignorance,
Ruined the love, I could have shared.
That my own fears, have often shattered my faith, &
How ive struggled, to find the right
Words to say.
Just incase...
The world should end.
Please know, I will always love you
Till the end.
OUT OF THE BELLY
Highway sixty pours into the Ottawa Valley the same way sunlight rips through the drapes of my darkened motel room. Every Monday I knife my way through the darkness and Algonquin Park to toil in the trade that chose me and rip at the bowels of duty and then every Friday I head back in the opposite direction yet into another abyss. The darkness has impregnated the Darkness. Emerging from the womb I am welcomed in Petawawa (is that Dante drinking coffee at Tim’s?) by the Time Traveler who transports me into the 18th century and my French voyageur past. The timeless river calls…
Ottawa Valley
Reborn, out of the belly,
Darkness…Orion
Waves as he fades into the
Light. Work is an hour away.
Warmth I feel from your heavenly embrace,
transports my soul to a celestial place.
Sapphire eyes light up your poetic face,
divine desires ignite to praise your grace.
Silent One
13 February 2018
Example for Romantic charm in 4 lines
Today's Sounds
Music rolls off the banjo, bluegrass
Active cheery sound, gland it’s around,
Folk music in little town passed down by word of mouth;
Family remembers and other people too, and songs abound.
Symphony sounds dynamic notes through the grand hall,
Aria Nessun Dorma rapturous great joy emotion,
Opera transports to a lofty feeling, heavenly classical,
Piano music and classical guitar uplifting feeling locomotion.
Listen, echoing 14th century chant cathedral music,
Hymn captivating, baroque music alive to this day,
History’s not historical, it’s not even past; and organ rolls on,
Waltz smoothly wafts across the air through the dance hall bay.
Ice cream parlor music cheerful tunes with hot fudge sundae,
Oldies music reminiscence rock ‘n’ roll, jazz, country and western feeling,
Big band dance music, rhythm and blues, brass band thrill,
Gospel music, spirituals, and blues, highland healing.
Motion picture music score jumps high fidelity positive
Enjoyment, touching stereo button to instrumental music roll,
Relax in the day, easy listening music comfortable rest,
Sound waves motions ear drums, people listen alive soul.
Then:
naïve, sheltered, shy
what i thought
i wanted to be -
an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity),
a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife
Now:
brazen, talkative, traveller, open
what i am -
a Christian, a writer (a poet), a model
citizen, prone to psychoanalyse, a mom, grandma,
a wife
Then:
at 5, under the knife, tonsils removed, ice
cream treat; cut my foot in a bike spoke, no dinner
Now:
Wheeled through airport, whisked to urgent care,
ambulance ride to hospital, anxiety led to prayer, peace
as piece of me removed (gallbladder)
Then: single, not wise, average, well-endowed
Now: married a long long time, know things (experience),
endowment’s gone south
Then:
envision wearing a billowy white shirt, sitting in front of window
facing the sea, writing poetry, ink dry
Now:
Anytime, anywhere, wearing anything or nothing at all,
ink wet as muse sees fit
Then:
face to face friends, cord attached to wall, cell of my own
making
Now:
poetry friends all over the world, poetry transports with
my fingertips
Then:
Mom, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents
Now:
Deficit of loved ones. Looking
to the future in bright new faces
Then: reaching inward, wanting love Now: reaching out, loving
Going further: reaching ever upward, in word and deed
I am entitled
to die, once,
and see my Lord and God
12/30/2022
Then and Now
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Death is not goodbye
your soul has just gone on ahead
and waits there patiently for me
ensuring death I will not dread
Death is not the end
so my dear until we meet again
you went first to pave the way
you left your love to ease my pain
Death left me your essence
when grief and tears begin to flow
your aura like a gentle hug
transports me to a calm plateau
Death left me alone
you were never coming home
grief consumes my waking hours
I live a life in monochrome
Death takes me at last
now tired and weak solace I seek
I see you there before me
as your fingers softly brush my cheek
So as you gently take my hand
and guide me through Death’s door
the Angels grant divine salvation
our souls entwined forevermore
Written 2nd March 2019
1st PLACE!
14th June 2019
Contest Name Got a Darn NA Again
Sponsor Lu Loo
Contest: Dance of Death
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
N/A
Contest: Your Choice, any form, any theme
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
If I could only write like you
Beautiful and profound
Perfectly penned words
Skilled, inspirational, spellbound
Poetry so captivating
Transports a mind
To other times and places
Abandoning reality behind
Evoking emotions
Opening eyes for the first time
Touching hearts and minds
A gift significant and sublime
IN PRAISE OF BEAUTY
O beauty allure, beauty of the hyacinth
Doused by wailing drops of dew shroud
And pierced by the radiant shaft of heaven,
Through the rituals of purity
To tread the virginal soil of Venus.
O like the scenery
Of the splendid garden of Aphrodite,
With Pageantry, the art of Pothos and Himeros,
The pearly dross most sought after
Like a wand that spelled all the eyes of men.
Dazzling aurorae shimmering in deep shadows;
Figure beholding the twinkling crown, Andromeda.
Sunrise awaking the greenery;
Ascending furrowed amber terrain of
The gloaming by the countryside!
Habendum et tenedum!
Before the lily white altar an avowal
Of chastity and tranquility enshrined;
On a feather-quilted bed day and night
With love elixir soothing the body and the soul!
Soul melody in the diatonic harmony of
Meshed contralto with resonating baritone.
Swell the homophonic rhythm of Azande
As the pitch from my lips wears and declines
And the tempo of my heart increases!
Scented lavender wafting through the subtle air;
An aromatic morning of rose bathed with dew
That transports the mind beyond the earthly realm
And captures the heart at whim
Lost in the imagination of the form and frame.
Culinary variety spread in a romantic atmosphere
In candlelight banquet of cream and crimson;
Sheer delicacy, man’s greatest savour
Whose delights subsist even in her absence;
Whose substance transcends life’s ideal.
O beauty, within my heart dwells, enrapturing neurons
Let no worldly cataract becloud your glory
Through my eyes of mine, forever!
To my sister Marcie
You were the epitome of a true Southern lady.
Your hospitality reigned warm and generous
as a summer's day, guiding you the consummate hostess.
You played life's roles with grace and compassion.
Strength and dignity kept you anchored and
confidence validated your presence.
You embraced family and friends in a circle of love
giving hugs magically lifting spirits with your smile
binding us to you for a lifetime.
The gray mist of illness vanishes softening
your features in blessed peace.
In the distance a church bell tolls,
golden music transports your soul to heaven.
Tears stain my face.
It’s wrong to judge people by appearance
So when he approached me with that grimace
I tried to see what’s inside
Perhaps a sweet prince did hide
Behind scaly green skin on the surface
He offered his lips, I felt revolted
And through the door I just might have bolted
If I had not made a vow
To be less judgmental now
So we kissed and my heartstrings he jolted
Such heaven we found on his lily pad
Till he turned into a horny-toad cad
Now my mouth is filled with warts
And no more bliss he transports
I just look at him and shout out “Egad!”
Sometimes a book’s cover shows what’s within
And I’ve surely learned much to my chagrin
This frog will not be a prince
When I look at him I wince
And just belt down a few chugs of sloe gin
This entry for the happily ever after contest is based on the fairy tale about the frog
prince.
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.