Best Welcomed Poems
Hidden within dark shadow
Wishing for a loving touch
Wanting yet hoping no one see's
A need for something soothing
Of feeling a gentleness
Pain is all she knows, all she's lived
Daily praying for what will not come
Knowing her prayers will go
unanswered
Believing in only cruelty
Savage she knew so very well
cruel bastards she's had aplenty
Time continues with or without her
So why even try
Why wish for the impossible
She is a realist and knows she
is too set in her ways for anything
other than what she's ever known
in life, PAIN
Her need grows into one of
wanting an ending
An end to all that has pledged her
To stop acting like she's not broken
And just drift off into another realm
Where broken is welcomed
This is just a poem please do not read into it what is not there!Maybe in a past life but not this one!;)
In my eighteenth season, strangers used brotherhood as
decorative ribbons to gift me a feel and a truth that have stayed
my life long. At a nature adorned ranch flowed a celebratory
wedding reception upon soft green field carpets so lush that they matched the gentle generosity of my host's acceptance. I was a welcomed wanderer, a presence made to feel I belonged and was
valued. Old, wizen oak and willow trees provided a poetic, scenic
border for the velvet ground and shaded the serene river on the
other side of their mighty and graceful tree limbs. It was Fall, of
course it was Fall, the season of lusciousness and breezes that
render promising tickles upon titillated flesh. As music flowed,
love in sincere smiles became hand-to-hand holding, loose swaying
arms, and uninhibited kicks from dancing legs all moving carefree
bodies in a spontaneous, jubilant circle of dance. In a flash-know,
I felt harmonious sensations empower all to unite in the spiritual perfection from which we had come and would, in time, return as brothers and sisters gone home.
sun rays pulse pleasure
when perfect harmony sounds ~
leggy spirits kick
Vibrating elations brightened the sun’s own light and
dissolved all human egos’ need-feel to be acknowledged as right.
I knew none of the faces, yet I knew them all, just as they knew me because a mutual dance feel took us all inside core truth; all were
one in the same from the same one of perfect love. Such knowing
elated my dance with soul-intoxication. The air continued piping in
rock’s most poignant lyrics sung by genuine, emotive voices that
grabbed us all while drums beat as one with our hearts until our
pulses ignited, and guitars glided on soared, radiating nirvana highs through our inside-otherness. These sensations all led me to know
what I still know, dancing that unexpected afternoon was more
important in establishing my life’s philosophical purpose than many
of the priorities I had been taught were paramount to living a
successful life.
songs swirl inner depths
lifting souls in all who dance ~
nirvana buzzes
As days of Winter end with Spring,
Before we know, that time will bring
Complete release to walk and roam-
Devote more time away from home.
Enthralled by Spring's much longer day,
For us to spend outdoors in play-
Go seek out new and varied blooms,
Have joy in smelling sweet perfumes.
Invite dear friends for outdoor fun
Just to relax, enjoy the sun.
Keep lawns and bushes nicely groomed-
Love seeing trees have fully bloomed.
Move on from house to porch at will-
No cold to keep us bound by chill.
Observe as Springtime’s glow unfolds-
Pause to enjoy the thrills it holds,
Quiet sunsets bring soothing sighs-
Release our burdens neath pink skies;
Store energy for the next day
To spend again in Spring’s bouquet.
Under the Sun and warming breeze-
Victorious, Spring ends the freeze.
With her rebirth, we can embrace
Xanadu- say goodbye, erase
Year’s darkened days of Winter’s sting-
Zenith of each year- our Spring!
February 26, 2015
~4th Place~
Contest: Abecedarian - Theme Spring
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 02/27/2015
Sarah Adams 14 August 1848
Conrad Aiken 17 August 1973
Kinsley Amis 22 October 1995
Allen Gingsberg 5 April 1997
Pablo Nerudo 23 September 1973
Walt Whitman 26 March 1892
I hope it is not too soon that i too
Am welcomed home
God Welcomed Us
Today not sure where I should begin
What about all of the women and men?
From their country becoming a refugee
Trying to find wonderful place to be.
No one had a problem like that before
Right down street there is some store
Every other corner church can be found
And traffic can always hear its sound.
Amazing how fortunate we have it all
Had risen in power and never did fall
Each of us ended up entering our grave
In heaven God gave us a friendly wave.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Most Authors and Writers of any kind
would want to avoid the sharp, biting mind
of that mordant and poignant Satirist
whose words of ridicule, and taunting interest
lampoon the very heart and soul
of even the most ardent of Poets so bold
with all their mortifying diatribe
and instill hopelessness in the most timid of Scribe.
What most Authors and Writers of any kind
should bear and keep in mind
that Satirist's are good to have around
in keeping Poets and Writers feet, solid to the ground
their harsh criticism should be a welcomed teaching sound
for their didacticism, is adapted for their precepts to preach,
And composition and metrical verse patterns are all formatted to teach
so as to avoid denunciative, spurious speech.
Let all Poets and Writers everywhere
feel blessed to have those Satirist's there.
For the Poets writes to free and ease the heart and soul
whilst writers of books, hopes to have his work sold,
But the Poets burden can oft' time be too vast to state
then the Satirical Satire can order put to his mind
in helping the Poet to place his priorities in line.
So doff your hat to that esteem critic, Poets of any kind
as they guide your hand towards claiming your laureled crown.
I was nursing a Metamusel Cocktail to keep me on the go,
When I fell asleep in my Lazy-Boy 'round nine o'clock or so.
'Round midnight my clock chimes 'wakened me with a start,
And stumbling over the cat in the dark, to the bathroom I did dart!
(Like all of us old guys, 'twas essential that I take a leak!)
**Then I scurried to a window to watch the fireworks atop Pikes Peak.
Then to bed where Jeff the cat snuggled up snoring in my ear.
Now ain't that a wonderful way to begin another year!
**Way back in 1922, five guys calling themselves the "Frozen Five"
considered most New Years Eve celebrations to be boring and decided
to scale 14000 foot Pikes Peak to have a little fun. (I suspect that two
old and faithful friends, Jack Daniels and Jim Beam accompanied them
to provide solace and comfort!). Along the way up the Barr Trail they
picked up a few railroad flares on the Pikes Peak Cogway and when they
reached the top of America's Mountain on New Years Eve they lit those and
made a fire out of old railroad ties. This created alarm among the citizens
of Colorado Springs! This evolved into a tradition to this day by what is now
called The Ad-A-Man Club. Each year the club ads a new member to the group and they ascend Pikes Peak and set off a beautiful display of fireworks at midnight much to the delight of folks in the city of Colorado Springs and surrounding counties.
Chilled paws on the ground,
Ears held upright to the wind,
The he-wolf on her right flank,
He is good support,
The one who runs with her now,
She didn't want him at first,
This has proven him,
She tried to chase him away,
But he slunk right after her,
She has grown fonder,
He is welcomed company,
A warm flank to lay beside,
Feeling his warm breath,
The security and peace,
Hearing his paws beside hers,
Chilled paws on the ground.
The silent treatment may well be
Relief from mate's verbosity,
Rare moments of tranquility.
I joyously rise to many a contented day
Where I find welcome bliss in your eyes
That gently carry me happily on my way
With pen through sweet verse and rhyme…
For many a day in our lives, I have seen
How brown eyes lovingly enchant brown eyes
Providing sweet memories of love’s glories
Infusing our minds with a sweet natural high…
Our hearts rise higher than heavenly skies
From mere human sight so very far removed
To a place which lacks no others intrusion
Where in our loves growth we may improve…
My eyes see your love as your eyes see mine
From hearts brightened by sweet heavens light
Which shine from inner love lamps deep within
Giving us both a welcomed bliss in our lives.
Vibrations splinter and echo off of the walls of this bare and empty room
Silence interrupted.
I sit staring up at the ceiling fan as it spins.
Drifting farther into the void, until all I hear is noise.
Until all I hear is the low hum of the tv I left on downstairs.
An overused laugh track.
My stomach full of ?Sunday morning?.
Empty waiting.
Empty thoughts.
My mind is, for once, clear.
Transparent overwhelming.
No greater desire than to simply exist.
An existence that's relative.
Outside I hear the steady rumble of cars,
Driving by.
People living lives.
Silence amplified.
Inside, it's getting colder.
My breath is visible
Surroundings are a blur
I try to hold on to the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The sound of time passing.
Precious wastefulness.
I waited for this.
My day full until it's empty.
To be solely in my own mind.
Peaceful silence follows.
No longer feeling hollow.
Fill me to the brim with nothing.
I welcome it.
Written September 4, 2016
So tired of all this stress
The hours I've put in this desk
Sending and receiving
Never truly reading
A glaze has covered my eyes
I've known it all too well
The pain of walking the line
Toeing the precipice
Edges of edifice
The view has opened my eyes
All these buses and trains
How they all look the same
Passing through the veins of Washingtonia
Packing for summertime
A welcomed escape for my mind
Shutting sounds that surround
Focus on earth and ground
It's so easy on the eyes
With the wind in our hair
Looking to shed some despair
Through forests and rivers
Wise and ancient timbers
I'm finally home right now
All these churches and trains
How they all look the same
Passing through the hills of Appalachia
Why would I even bother so to continue down this road
Why would one never concede falling on his own pride
In how would I even know that something is truly owed
Why continue pressing forward as all things are behind
Neither having seen nor heard and yet claiming to find
And to whom do I speak in so casting word after word
Calling one to be meek by Wisdom the Spirit has stirred
Calling one into question of blindness I see throughout
The Glory of His Only Son covered over by your doubt
How would one not only continue but intensify his fight
In constantly seeking you and placing this within sight
What is that constant need to call you by the Lord's Side
Certainly not I, but it is His Words you've come to know
As much as I try, It's the Holy Spirit in which you grow
Following His Light He keeps leading me back to you
The reason why I bother in continuing down this road
Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ...
Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change
into it's renewed spreading dread.
That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me...
Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear.
How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked
to my one good ear? ...
Haste to thee these all wasted many year.
Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not...
Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell.
Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell...
I shan't ever feel safe as well.
Death promises to me a long yearning respite...
This in the end to me will finally delight.
Welcome children of all ages
For theirs a field filled with daisies
Gently breath of every lasting
Breathe in sweet for memories
Are beneath your feet
A beautiful song the angels keep..
Summers' windows of world Devine
Is a world of mine
Creations for the kind
Innocents inside your minds
A tongue to speak ' an ear to
Here..
The choices rains down
The birds are flying around
Like angels light's
For it will become night..
Rejoice with delight
For angels dance beneath
The moonlight '