Best Turns Poems
As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk
As daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky;
the stars in heavens thus ascend.
As daytime slowly comes to end,
the birds in trees the night to spend,
for in the darkness do not fly;
as daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky.
After the sun sets
and darkness blankets the land
lovers start to play
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land,
and daily chores have all been met.
Please kiss me when the sun has set;
make this a night to ne’er forget;
all night fulfill our love’s demand.
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land.
As darkness arrives
lovers cling to each other
love the night away
February 22, 2018
Poem of the Day - February 24, 2018
"Blind Man Turns"
Rest easy in my lull, Love
Love
is not the gentle goodnight, Love
in the beguiling
silence of Lost Lovers' Woods
It is the war we
all wager
reflections
in each other
We run from it
We run to it
The Labyrinth
we all are
striding fresh
through greener than green grass
roads we never thought
we’d journey
futures like bruises
bruises like roses blooming
bruises like sunsets fading
War torn
We All are
the softer, truth seeking and
the fallen, sharp metal shards
Love runs harder
than war
Love runs towards
you with its arrows
Bleeding slowly
Bleeding fast
Love
Heads or
Tails
Hearts
saved
Heads
rolling
Tongues
dry for a pass
wanting wet
trysts for duelling
tails short and long
tales to be read
to the dreams
that once in the past
were futures
formed like a sprouting bean in the belly
from
Love
Falling free and hard
short lived butterflies
wings transparent
veined in vanity
are
the Brave
waiting for
the burn
Love
bleeds hot
bleeds fast
Poets kissing soft warm bellies
whispering breath over sensual hearts
where the hot
holy see parts
singing
“this will last”
The Golden Grail
shining
waiting
for you
door
open
without
chain mail
holds a heart
bled and worn
An offering on your short
spare alter
never entirely yours
but always mine
blind man turns
his heart ripe like an apple
open and
star seeded
Light Burns
waiting to be tasted
a swallowed soul
without feathers
born again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Love,
our most
precious gift,
helps our world turn
with stronger heartbeats.
Reach out to help dear friends;
stretch arms to embrace loved ones.
Greet strangers with that happy smile;
branch out to spend time with the lonesome.
Our love...the strength that turns the world around.
Our love...the strength that turns the world around.
But earth's heart and soul need our love too.
Planet earth maintains nature's rules:
must spend her gifts cautiously,
safeguard her atmosphere,
save cherished water.
She requires care
to move on.
Grant her
Love.
Today’s my birthday. I just turned three.
I wished and wished with all my might
for something small and cute for me -
a polka-dot umbrella, red and white.
Mommy has one bigger, but this one
fits right in my hand. I couldn’t wait
for rain to come, so I prayed the sun
would go away! Then came something great!
It poured down rain. Mommy let me go
out in Grandpa’s field, but all alone!
No one had to watch me; Mom said so.
She said I could be all on my own.
To the red bench in the field I ran.
Under my umbrella I now stand.
Mommy says I’m a little man.
No one even has to take my hand.
I got up on this bench all by
myself! Even though I’m getting wet,
I still love my umbrella. The sky
is dark, but I will not go home yet.
Something really wonderful I see,
so a little longer here I’ll stay.
There’s another birthday gift for me -
a rainbow in the sky! What a day!
Written 9/29/17 for Eve Roper's Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella contest
Topics of conversation seem to change as we approach maturity.
As kids we talked of love - now it's lumbago and social security!
It once was enlightening to simply discuss the weather,
But now it's a litany of their ills when oldsters get together!
When a teen we bragged about that first voluptuous kiss.
Now all we can do is talk about such and lamentably reminisce!
Girls whispered amongst themselves and cast a furtive glance,
At the high school "hunk" pining for a torrid romance!
In our courting days, sweet talk we'd whisper in the other's ear.
Now it seems we must yell to be heard unlike in yesteryear!
As married folks we debated about money, bills and kids,
Exasperating table-pounding sessions where we'd flip our lids!
Seems that no matter where senior brethren congregate,
With each other their aches and pains they must enunciate,
Discussing the woes of arthritis, phlebitis and laryngitis,
Bronchitis, bursitis, gingivitis, dermatitis and gastritis!
I reckon I could simply say, "Gee, you're looking swell!"
Then perhaps upon these gloomy topics they might not dwell.
I enjoy repartee with folks about religion, politics and sports,
But talk of doom and gloom leaves me sorta outta sorts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:)
In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.
With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.
He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.
He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!
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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018
The waning days of summer
Are the saddest of the year,
Nature wears a somber face
As dying time draws near.
One by one the flowers fade
As life slows to a crawl,
Nature seems to sense its fate
When summer turns to fall.
How I wish it wasn’t so
For summer cannot last,
Fall is racing close behind
In front of winters blast.
Our lives are like the seasons,
Death comes to one and all.
What will then become of me
When summer turns to fall.
frozen river sleeps
man's desires go unbidden
winter turns her face
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
When velvet turns to stone
When heart forgets the home
When lovebirds all have flown
When only hate is shown
When kindness turns to night
When blindness covers sight
When fear chases delight
When dreams have taken flight
When trust is torn in two
When old gives way to new
When dry replaces dew
When words are listless, few
True velvet will remain
The texture still the same
It lives up to its name
Plush softness is its claim
It will not suffer blame
It will not taste of shame
True velvet will remain……
Eileen Manassian
july turns the page
choking on august's breathless
unbearable days...
humid-silenced chimes
sunlight's once-joy gasps, heat-drained
~ hallucinating
June 23, 2020
Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Karmic seeds once sown,
Thought, I’d reap fruits by me grown,
Spring came, soon was gone,
And turned to summer too soon,
And fruitless far my fortune!
It dawned: I might sow,
But it pays if I well know:
My job’s just to sow,
Man no more can than propose,
Someone sits there to dispose.
______________________________
Rengay |16.02.2022|
Poet’s note: A twelfth century poetic style in Japan, Rengay started as a collaborative form of poetry, with two stanzas, the first called Hokku, later became Haiku of seventeen syllables in three lines. The next stanza is a couplet of seven syllables each in both the lines.
WHEN LOVE TURNS TO HATE
They were once in love, but love’s turned to hate,
and Steve no longer resides at their house.
His wife had an affair with his best mate,
who then lived with Steve’s son and his ex-spouse.
Their divorce was bitter, her lawyers won;
she got the house, the car and their small child.
Steve’s granted access to see their young son
and hugs him tightly when they’re reconciled.
Steve feels depressed when he has to defer
for she reneges on his visiting rights.
When he next has his son, he will show her
by putting an end to their horrid fights
Steve jumped from the cliff tops at Beachy Head,
his son clasped in his arms, both were found dead.
*reneges counted as 2 syllables not 3 as per how many syllables
Your finest sonnet Contest
Sponsored by Mark Massey
7/24/18
From dry wooden cracks
Seeps the elixir of life
Oozing out of its earthy shell
It crawls upon the outer walls
Of its once eternal prison
It flows and covers
Encompasses and drowns all
Preserving death within its clarity
All else seems insignificant and weak
Thus it perishes before the creeping nectar from within
The elements awaken
And let loose upon the forgotten and the lost
Time passes and clouds pass by
Frayed by the undying winds
The Sap Turns to Amber
Carries within its crystal the tales of an era
Trapped now in golden glass
Forever preserved, yet still forgotten
So the amber in our hearts preserves
Our defeats and triumphs
Within its recesses
Only the foolish are captivated by the luster
And only the wise see through to its core
A cat sits on a chair
and hovers over me
as I lie in bed.
It’s December 31st
as a soft rain falls.
As I get up
I ask myself
if this is
an ending or beginning.
I’ve been back in town
full-time for five years
but embrace memories
of highways travelled
throughout the Midwest
when I worked
for road construction crews.
Now I’m left with my poems.
Bare limbs in the yard next door
wave and dance in the wind
beneath the cover of grey skies.
The cat brushes against me and mews
and I know it wants to be fed.
I take it downstairs
and fill a dish on the floor.
It eats in the kitchen while I call
my older cousin and we peer
into our younger lives.
When asked I said
if given the chance
I say
I’d live my life again.
Outside the window
rain has turned to snow
and the dormant yard
bears the change of weather.
soft skin like honey
a gentle caress like wind
...and so it begins
soft lips meet soft lips
kisses enflame the passion
... passion engulfs us
two hearts beat as one
with arms and legs entangled
... flame turns to embers
*(this is not for the contest)