Best Veranda Poems
Come out on the Veranda Amanda
For the sun is setting soon
We will speak of love with candour
As we stroll beneath the moon
I will strum upon my mando-
-lin, choose sweetest songs to croon
For you are my heart’s commander
And your nearness makes me swoon
As we let our steps meander
Through the twilight, petal strewn
Will you take my hand and pander
To my passion til eftsoon
Like an unrestrained crash lander
On an outer planet moon
I shall die, a salamander
In your fire to be consumed
Spring's veranda calls to me, come enjoy peace
Out on the porch I commune with sweet nature
A sacred place of quietude and release
Where seasons come then go with air sweet and pure
And the view causes my stress to slowly cease
Out on this portico, though a humble lure
Angels and the Holy Spirit reach down, touch
My soul mends at this place, my steady, strong crutch
There’s a panda on my veranda
It’s been there most of the night
I don’t think I would have believed it
But it’s there in black and white
Once I sat on our veranda with my sister, sweet Miranda
And the forbidden goodies we had purchased at the store.
While I nibble, neatly snapping, suddenly there comes a flapping
Of an apron at the door. My dear mother is once more
Catching us in our misdoing while her favor we are losing
Standing at veranda door.
Frowning, pointing at the floor at the shells we had been dropping,
Cracking peanuts without stopping, we had purchased at the store.
"Pick them up," our mother uttered. ""You are lucky they're not buttered.
They would be forever more staining my veranda floor.
We could see she was revolted so my sister and I bolted
To our mama at the door.
Neither of us dared to amble, bump each other as we scramble
To pick up the shells from off the floor, for our mom who we adore.
Vowing not to buy them anymore, unshelled peanuts from the store.
Ready to be reprimanded, though we've done what she commanded,
We stand still to be admonished, knowing well we should be punished
For the shells upon the floor.
Written: Oct. 4, 14
Oak trees, dark or sunny sky,
Neighbors waving, passing by,
Music of the buzzing bees,
Young ones playing as they please,
Varied colors seasons bring,
Ecstasy of birds that sing,
Roaming strays, both dogs and cats,
Active squirrels, dancing gnats,
Nature’s grand, diverse array,
Divers sights and sounds each day--
All God’s glory on display!
divers--pronounced die' verz
February 4, 2019, entered in Rob Carmac's Premiere III Contest
April 22, 2020, entered in Strand Pick C contest
A lap full of warm animals
Out sitting on the veranda
Relaxing time my rationale
A lap full of warm animals
At least I have their approval
And glad it's not a Giant Panda
A lap full of warm animals
Out sitting on the veranda
One cat clawing and one dog washing
the cat..
Someone has to prepare lunch now...
Amanda smiles when she walks down the street.
Amanda parades for the company she meets.
Amanda auditions when you ask her name.
Amanda Veranda is her own hall of fame.
But under the garments and jewels she wears.
She can't stop fearing the gossip she hears.
At night when she's naked and stripped of her gown
Amanda's wide grin sadly slips to a frown.
Her make up starts running her image is bare.
Her vanity's vanished because nobody's there.
She looks in the mirror and sees she must change.
Her fantasy vanity must be rearranged.
So she made herself useful and gave of herself.
And found she could finally climb down from her shelf.
She took down her trinkets and vases and gifts.
Went out and mended those trivial rifts.
She humbled herself and she found it felt good.
Did all the things that she knew that she should.
Now she’s still quite the talk of her little old town.
But it no longer gossips and puts this girl down.
They speak of her highly since she's bowed very low.
Not low in a bad way she just gave up her show.
So if you're an Amanda whose ego's to big
You'll too find it better to swing a new gig.
Steel gray clouds coat the early morn's sky
Smoke like puffs float close by
Still~the oak leaves hang without breeze
Stagnant the air lies
Heavy rain soaked clouds biding time
Waiting to release tears
Earth awaits dried now from springs once
Steady flow, damp in arrears
A rainy Friday opens doors
To curl with a good book
Captivated by love's story
Give a romantic movie a look
A golden sun tries to peak through
Clouds so cold and steel gray
Gaining progress each slow second
As wispy clouds float away
Behind a sky blue sky awaits
Eager to kiss the sun
The birds delighted sing a tune
Each note the last outdone
Suddenly the sun seems to fade
Its rays covered again
What will come today who knows
Life can quickly change plans
A brief reprieve from glowing warmth
A gentle breeze soon stirs
Quiet pierces the air, birds' songs
Settles down, raindrops occur
May 15, 2015 Out On The Porch
After the thunder and lightning storm
Raindrops steadily fall
It washes the air clean for now
Veranda my name calls
Everything is pollen coated
Birds of the air seem fine
Doves coo to their love in phrases
Sparrows chirp to others their line
It is a musical chorus
Each species comes in on cue
The raindrops a soft cymbal
Crows caw the trumpet due
How enjoyable these few moments
If only could last for days
But then the water might be rising
So that wish needs to delay
Precious can be the memories
Scattered my whole life through
Will my computer retrieve them
Later when its no longer new
World Cruise...Veranda Beach (Acrostic)
Without a doubt this place is a perfect peach
Overnight stay you don’t have to pay at Veranda Beach
Really dirt cheap my own keep and don’t have to leech
Living like a King on my wee little wing what a reach
Dining and reclining my private wine I do beseech
Comfort of home under my dome I like the view
Rules don’t apply as I eat on the fly and grab another brew
Under the sun having fun greeting people as they pass thru
Initial reaction I get my satisfaction with a skeleton crew
Sand all around with uncut grass abound my dinner is due
Enjoying the weather all huddled together with a bad hairdo.
Oct.06.2017
World Cruise
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Since I retired and after my jobs for the day
The list now completed and tools put away
I take time out just to sit in the shady spot,
To muster my thoughts and empty the coffeepot.
Whether it be morning, noon or night,
I sip my coffee let my mind take flight.
I sit and maybe write of things occurred.
To sit and do nothing sounds quite absurd.
My thoughts are allowed to meander along,
While the waterfall gurgles to a cicada's song.
It's a peaceful place just to sit and muse,
See the ships on the Med where people cruise.
Time spent on boats on the sea is not for me.
A landlubber I was born and always will be.
While I sit here reading, the sun catches my eyes,
It's time to go indoors when I start swatting flies.
So off to my computer with coffee I am set,
To write this all down before I forget.
© Dave Timperley 19 September 2016
The succulent awaits the sun
That pink streak now rising
Stretched across a gray blue sky
It's magenta blossoms abiding
Change happens very swiftly each
morn, the sky's color shifts
Now sand like the ocean's shore
That constantly pitches and drifts
Oh! The stillness fills the soul
Colors flash upon a screen
Beauty displayed blesses the spirit
Like the world viewed in dreams
The roosters still rest enjoying
the cool, not a sound stirs
Songbirds rest within their nest
No dove arises with whirrs
An illuminating glow appears
Upon the wispy clouds
Palest pink upon the horizon
Master painter is proud
A red fireball sets the pines aflame
Dark silhouettes exposed
Fan brushed clouds etched above
Like spring's melting stained snow
The heat and humidity will
flood the air~overwhelm
Great is the time spent in the cool
Within the master's realm
Finis'
on the veranda
sounds of raindrops, twirling leaves
scurrying squirrels
gunshots in the distance boom
- deer to decimate garden
Warm sunshine did beckon come out
North wind did threaten chill
Hummingbird windchime played a tune
But it was cold on the hill
Just a few minutes with nature
Enjoying bird calls fine
See the effect of sun, wind,_rain
'Pon the tall Georgia Pine