Best Very Softly Poems


Premium Member A Muse Abused


I'll just step
very softly,
tip toe,
on this blank page.
My inner critic?
fast asleep!
Perhaps
I'll tap dance,
lightly,
while he snores.
For freedom
has a jazz band beat
...soon twirling dizzily...
Shhh!
The prison guard stirs.

9/27/2019

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© P.S. Awtry  Create an image from this poem.

Lost Myself In Mexico

Well, I jumped across the earth to the other side
and found myself in a place called Mexico
I wanted to home so I told them lies
about what I thought how much I hated it here

I left my green card in my passport
and I left my passport alone at home
So I walked to a bar in a place called Mort
and I had whatever they gave to me

I woke up later with some energy
So I walked down to the beach to swim it off
it was getting dark and I lost all since of me
at last request I stayed the night with ?Maria?

I spent day two ATVing down the drive
and spent my money on a donkey
I got bit by a rattlesnake on the ride
no one helped me but I stayed alive

I limped to the nearest shelter
and I drank some more anyway
until someone screamed to go help her
as I turned around to see a dying girl

I gave her a hand and we fell in love
I still can't explain how it pulled it off
or what she was dying from- some-thing?
we slept on the couch of the bartenders club

In the morning we ran away 
to find another job to pay
for my trip home in May
and all my boss had to say... was:

How was your stay in Mexico?
and I spoke very softly
in spanish I never knew
"Nunca encontré un Taco Bell"

And that's the story of what I went through

Premium Member Heavenly Bliss

Heavenly bliss

Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love
And were on their way to be wed
When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away
As both of their bodies, lie dead

But their spirits were both drawn to heaven
As they stood, in front of the gates
Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs
When Shawn hollered loudly  “Just Wait"

Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn
And said "This is no time to tarry "
Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in
Without being properly married

Saint Peter replied very softly 
"We don't do that kind of thing here
But if you're willing to wait, 
“I’ll see if I can, get it cleared”

Three months went by, while they waited
Saint Peter, show up with a Priest
"I know it was slow, But I want you to know
You’ll be married Forever at least"

As the wedding was getting started
Shawn asked a question, with doubt
What happens here in heaven  
“If this marriage just doesn’t work out”

A silent filled up the heavens
Saint Peter, was shaking his head
And once he regained his composure
This is what Saint Peter said
 
“It took Three Months to find a Priest
In this Heavenly Foyer
How long do you think, I’ll take for me
To Find you both a Lawyer


The Christmas When Santa Got Fat

The Christmas when  Santa got Fat 

Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima Beans and lots of Spinach Green
Life’s unfair when you’re Santa Claus and still your wife is mean.

So what if he‘d piled on the pounds   and his belly was very round
He could surely fit down any chimney without the slightest sound
Oh well he thought its Christmas eve ,   children would put out some snacks
Milk, Cookies and Candy Cane   would put his tummy back on track.

He got into his silver sleigh   and heaved a mighty sigh
Rudolph, , Prancer  and  Vixen  waved to Mrs. Claus goodbye

He was really very hungry the clouds had begun to look like food
Then again if he asked his reindeers, they would be so very rude
They all agreed with Mrs. Claus, Santa was rounder in his seat
They hadn’t even let him carry his goodie bag of sweets

The last place on his list was the house of Jill and Joe
Aha he fit down the chimney and he heaved a mighty ho
He placed the doll and toy train right underneath the tree
He saw the milk and cookies and rubbed his hands in glee

He ate and ate the yummy snacks till his pants felt very tight
Cheerful now he began to feel Christmas Eve was a jolly good night
They he tried to climb up the chimney but heavens he couldn’t get back
He wriggled and squirmed but had to agree his middle was very fat

Rudolph, Prancer , Vixen he very  softly called
You’ll have to pull get me out of here I can’t seem to move at all 
The reindeers whinnied suspiciously what Santa felt was a nasty laugh
He now agreed sheepishly why his food had been cut down to half

They heaved and with a mighty yell, Santa came flying out 
It was a good thing it was still midnight for no one had heard him shout
When they reached back   home the reindeers gleefully recounted the tale
When he saw Mrs. Claus’ angry face, he began to get very pale

But when she gave her sweet belly laugh, Santa heaved a sigh of relief
It’s a good thing they got you out my dear before they thought you were a thief!
It’s a stricter diet for you this year before you revisit Jane and Joe
Or else instead of the chimney, you will have to ask to use the door!.

Premium Member Ivory Flakes

I love watching the snow fall, 
very softly and gently to the ground.
The blanket turns from summer green,
to a blanket of ivory flakes.
Once whiter than white,
now ivory from the soot in the air.
What part do we play,
in this changing world we live in.
For better or for worse,
we all live here together.
Maybe one day the ivory flakes,
will return to the white snow.

Premium Member A Night Walk, Nature Then Talks

A Night Walk, Nature Then Talks

Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!

Forrest path was wide and very well worn
I had walked hundreds of time before.
This night my mind and my heart both torn
my wife had just walked out the door!

My flashlight was not needed much at all
full moon spraying light on the ground.
I reflected back to our love and its fall
how love troubles follow me around!

Yet farther I went,calmer my soul became
mother Nature sensed my agonizing pain
She was assuring that she'd be the same
giving me a renewed spirit like rain!

I saw night creatures scurry all about
watching me with those glowing eyes.
My heart almost happily sang to leap out
beauty came and my mind felt the skies!

Starlight merged,shining moon cried aloud
trees then began to very softly speak
Starlit night-sky without a hiding cloud
warm tears were now wetting my cheeks!

Why O' why did my dear wife wish me to die
had not I bought her this sweet land.
Nature showed me lonely in the night sky
sometimes leaving is taking that stand!

Then an owl called out its lonesome hoot
there was healing in that great call.
Had I not my life and good health to boot
life again could be a dancing ball!

Nature moved me to settle this great hurt
to enjoy so deep the God gifted scenes.
Allow the heart to again dance and spurt
Grab onto hope by any and all means!

Forgotten, my life,my dear sweet sorrows
images fading fast as deeper I invade.
Nature sings,cares not for our tomorrows
nor our vanities we so foolishly made!

Returning now,down this old well worn path
stars and moon spraying ever brighter.
Gone were pains and my dark and evil wrath
heart and soul soothed and much lighter!

R.J. Lindley
Sept,3rd 1975

Note-- Presenting this poem , a gem from my private
 journal. Forty years ago today! Written when I was
a healthy, robust young 21 years old and so full of
piss and vinegar.


The End of Days

The world lies silently sleeping
The day of judgement has come
This day is one of awe and wonder
But feared by many and none

I looked out across the seafront
The waters calm and still
Across the meadow was quiet
Nothing stirred on the hill

Everything was holding its breath
Nothing dare speak or move
Everything waiting, waiting
To see what it’s made to prove

Had we as a world, as one and all
Done enough to make it through?
Only the one who judges and knows
Could tell us what really was true

Fire would consume us all
Or feathers protect us from fate
Depending on the judgement
All we could do was wait

Then very softly from the sky
The feathers, through air and trees
The one who judges sent the sign
And everything moved with ease

The end of days as we knew them
Time to start over and new
The judge had passed his sentence
Repayment was now due

Premium Member So Very Softly - the Rictameter Style

~So Very Softly~
(Rictameter)


Softly
Your sweet love comes
Bring all the best in me
There's love, magic in all you do
With you my whole being feels like brand-new
Your love illuminates heart, soul
Brings beautiful  love song
Makes my heart sing
Softly.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016


April.17.2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 


~Author's  Notes:

The " Rictameter" is a very popular invented poetry  form or style that just popped up on the internet in the last decade. No one seems to take credit as the source. 
The  "Rictameter" has  a scheme similar to the Cinquain poetry form or style.

Premium Member Embrace with love

If I'm not allowed to fall, 
I can't learn to walk
Through peace with falling, 
I rise again in strong faith
When I climb a mountain, 
I see its lowest point
By peace with the lowest points,
all fears dissipate

Even while traveling, 
I long to stand still
Thanks to such stops, 
the journey feels more intense
Deep below my strength 
I sense there is softness
Thanks to that softness, 
much stronger I am

Do I choose to shine,
it illuminates what seems dark,
not remembered and 
overlong unseen, 
When I embrace with love, 
everything that once fell 
returns to a state 
of purity

And just as I stand still, 
I long to travel
Thanks to the traveling, 
my path unfolds before me
Narrow but passable, 
enlightened by love, 
so if I do fall again?
Then I can only fall…

very softly

Premium Member So Very Softly - the Rictameter Style

~So Very Softly~
(Rictameter)


Softly
Your sweet love comes
Bring all the best in me
There's love, magic in all you do
With you my whole being feels like brand-new
Your love illuminates heart, soul
Brings beautiful  love song
Makes my heart sing
Softly.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016


March.26.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 




~Author's  Notes:

The " Rictameter" is a very popular invented poetry  form or style that just popped up on the internet in the last decade. No one seems to take credit as the source. 
The  "Rictameter" has  a scheme similar to the Cinquain poetry form or style.

Premium Member Of Heaven and Hell

The fabric was already woven,
fine silk 
the essence.
On the way out I looked
	for a door,
found silk,
a cocoon.

Then I heard a key
	turning in a lock
and looked.
There beneath a fire breath
an alarm was screaming.
Demons were pleading,
Let me out!

I looked again
and angels reposed
	singing very softly.
The lyrics, the words
	were kind,
and the instruments
played harmony.
© Bill Yates  Create an image from this poem.

The Most Beautiful Bard of All ~

As I myself considered this visions given truth ~


My spirit reserved unto its magnificent path....


Recognition, deep down inside that it is not I, who are a poet at all


Not as one whom would be thought although, I do sometimes write?


A verse extracted from these tempered veins; such caverns of gold ~


The greatest story ever told; time and time again....


Paintings, brushed throughout the centuries; days of old


Loving hands; so very softly do they hold, this majestic quill, before


These brightened eyes of mine; tender etchings upon the parchments


Precious blood dipped ink; the Lamb of life thus spoken


Speaking, from within this humbled heart and soul; rejoicing


Rippling waters a voice from Heaven; resounding these words; so lovely....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"He," the most beautiful bard, of them all ~






Note: Smile ~ I Know, Just Call Me A Dreamer; "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~

The Devil's Due

I really should'a read the fine print

When Evil came calling
On a fine sunny day
I was caught full napping
Didn't know what to say.

The dapper gentleman
With a Van Dyke set fine
Spoke in dulcet tones
Like sweet and mellow wine.

My name is I Levi
Very softly he said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.

For power and for pelf
If You strongly desire
Or bevy of beauties
To set your loins afire.

You ask me what you will
I'll grant it with a snap.
There is no hidden catch
There's no devious trap.

I had heard of dealings
With powers of the dark
Of dire trades of soul
Of hell-damnation stark.

I asked of  I Levi
Of what I had to do
Just sign he smiled and said
Just common ink in blue.

Great doubts I had at first
But soon dispelled by greed
Quickly I read the script
Signed the mystic deed.

Great was wealth and power
My lot from that day on
Youth, vigour,  virility
My cares and worries gone.

For full twelve months I lived
A life that Bacchus shamed
Wild, wanton, to the brim
No rein could make me tamed

Then one fine sunny day
While wining with a wench
Came Levi with a smile
And a terrible stench.

Your Time's up, my dearie,
He most cheerfully said
You are now Satan's guest
As now that you are dead.

I pleaded and begged
My tears started to sting
I told him of the deed
Where there was no  such thing.

Softly Levi told me
What that day he had said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.

Your time here is ended
As ordained  on  Above
Your soul will be taken
Your Corpus feel the plough.

I've now learnt my lesson
Rather late in the day
Caveat Emptor holds
The fine print's always there.

I really should'a
Most carefully read da
Fine print then, Goddamn it!

The Great Forest Tapestry

In a basin of jewelled bronze

The leaves lay

Many colours

Of many shades

To become a tapestry

Trees never die

They are forever made

 

A soft wind blew

Gentle on the leaves

The Queen took them

Kissed them too

Made many

Threads spun

Magical weaves

The trees have begun

 

Upon the cloth

A mighty tree grew

In shades of green

Of soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches, seen

 

The trunk grew strong and tall

Of threads spun

Texture of bark

I can hear its’ heart

The first of many

The trees have begun

  

Branches reached out to play

Touching the sky

The joy

To see how it grew

Everyday

 

The leaves from the basin

Of jewelled bronze

 Carried by the summer queen

With a soft kiss….

One by one

They were blown onto the tapestry

The leaves multiplied

Faeries darted back and forth

Sewed each one

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The tree has begun

 

The heart of the tree

Could be heard

Very softly sighing

The first of many

Upon a tapestry

Where leaves were laid

Branches reached out

Touching the sky

That a Queen made

 

To a castle door

Leaves were left

Memories of suns

and seasons

For trees never die

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The trees have begun

The Conversation Begins Part Ii

I crossed the stream and as I did I felt the living water refresh my soul.
And while I was still in the process of walking across the stream, I could
feel the water get very warm, as it washed my feet before I stepped over to
holy ground.  Then I was finally standing before Him.  My total height barely
reached His nose.  I could not even look into His face because of His brilliance.
"Am I killing you now?"  He asked me very softly, very sweetly.
"No. I love you," I said as a single tear dropped from my eye.
"I know that you do."
"I know that you won't bite me."
"And yet you hesitate," He said.
"Yes, because I love you so much, I would never want to let you go,"
I told Him, shaking as I did so.
"Is that so bad?" He asked me in an ever softer voice than He had yet used.
More tears were starting to make their way down my cheeks.
"I love you so much little one, that I could never let you go. Now do what
you fear the most," He commanded. 
I did. I hesitantly touched His mane. It was so soft, yet slightly coarse.
His scent was like a bouquet of roses.
He kissed me gently on my face, gently kissed the tears running faster down
my cheeks.  I threw my arms around Him as far as I could, and cried until
I could cry no more.  Then a little while later, a feeling of utter peace came
upon me.
"Did I kill you my beloved child?" He asked me, as He passed on to me the 
warmest feeling of love that I had ever experienced.
"No. I love you," I said to Him again, because there was nothing else that I could
find to say.
"Then that's all that matter love," He said.


A little while later my dream vision was gone, but I was not sad.
I knew that we would meet again one day, and then I would stay
there forever with the One I love best.  To this day the Great Lion
of Judah inspires me as I write poems, lyrics, poetic forms of stories
and essays.  There is no greater love in my lifetime than the love I
have for Him.  I hope that my personal relationship with Him encourages
all who read my given works to more fully encompass Him in their lives
you will be glad you did!

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