Best Wb Poems
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper - W.B. Yeats
There is magic in the twinkling eyes
Of a small, innocent child who smiles
There is magic in the laugh of delight
In a heart who sees a wonderous birth
There is magic in the light of a word
Focused on kindness instead of being heard
There is magic in the new dawn, the star
The feeling that races through a tender heart
Who knows about giving without expectation
Living without gratification,
Feeling without awakening
A need for recompence
There is magic – in hopes and dreams
In faith and all the little things
In wonders that melt away the sorrow
And remind us all that there is grace for tomorrow
There is magic – in the caress of a smile
Given by someone who blesses a heart
With inspiration, kindness, acceptance
All the love that brings assurance and affection
There is magic – in the soul who knows faith
Whispers a prayer and lingers in grace
Knows God is alive, filling up the inside
Of one who listens to His gentle spirit
There is magic – in psalms and praise
In new life that comes with salvation
In freedom from all those things that bring pain
In feeling alive to the new moment, the new way
The new joy that abides in the one who prays
There is magic – in the sun and rain
In the dewdrop and the gentle rose
In the light of the stardust night
And the miracle of one shooting out of sight
There is magic – in love
That is alive and thriving, striving to give more
Than it receives, with a open heart and sincere spirit
Love that is scented with a blushing aroma of insight
Inspiration and music created from the joy inside
There is magic – from the brilliance of a heart
Who knows that real love comes from God’s thought
Of giving away a breath of life to the one who listens
To the gentle, teasing urging of a feeling of expectation
Love like this is the beginning of true living!
Categories:
wb, appreciation, blessing, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words
used there and then
Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
Categories:
wb, language, poetry, spoken word,
Form:
Ekphrasis
..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
His words calm me when I'm restless
bringing beauty to my world.
I get shivers, I must confess
when his passionate verse is unfurled.
I once threw a penny of brown
to see if love, I might find.
Like a princess with jewelled crown,
my dreams of starry nights shined.
Soft words of romance, he brings to life
with every stroke from his gifted pen.
Of sunlight, moon shadows, peace and strife,
I read his poems time and again.
His words bring smiles and move me to tears.
He inspires me to write of feelings, sincere.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 20, 2012
Tribute to WB Yeats
Categories:
wb, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Sonnet
*Image of Letter of Do's & Don'ts by WB.
Writing
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Dear Joan Letter
You said I'm the one yet you're bad in math,
You with someone sent me on a warpath,
Physical brouhaha, caused a bloodbath,
Think twice is a plus in the aftermath,
Prior noted opinions, a steam bath,
Prompts I, some poetic sociopath.
2022 November 18
*3rd Place*
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms
~~Constance La France: 2022 November 23
PSGC & RZ & HMS.
Categories:
wb, angst, anxiety, betrayal, goodbye,
Form:
Vaasokht
Just like that, the wind lost its breath;
the natural vibrato of the ocean's waves became an elegy,
and only the light from midnight stars pulsed
as your heart slipped away.
In the century of quiet, that filled the empty moment,
"They understood that wisdom comes of beggary."
from "The Seven Sages" by W.B. Yeats
Categories:
wb, death, passion, sad, time,
Form:
Free verse
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest twinkle in her eye,
I would prevaricate.
Then to my joy my skill infused
the sweetest of all utterings,
replaced my pap, my sputterings,
no more was I confused.
If I cannot sustain my gift
for stately verse and subtle rhymes,
then I will suffer bitter times,
condemned to loll and drift.
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
Categories:
wb, aubade, husband, memory, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of sad disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who aggravates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all types of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, dedication, writing,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme