Best Whim Poems
How I wish to scuttle alone,
over a gentle river,
from bank to bank,
in a small boat,
rowed with a bamboo pole.
The call of the wild is an irresistible call,
to venture into the silken waters,
to feel the wind and look at the blue sky
with nimbus clouds drawing strange patterns,
when seagulls’ fly, shrieking over my head,
and sense the misty spray of water
when weary hours shall sink to blend
with the soothing sibilance of the river,
winding its way through woods and plains!
October. 23.2022
~Placed Eighth~
POEM OF THE DAY
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
What's happened here?
I asked,
I asked again...
and where to reclaim.
For I've lost something precious (so dear to me)
and someone or something's to blame
and will I be repaid in heaven's name?
To be sure, I'll find peace in justice, heh
justice in life..
heh!
Where to place it..
God, demon, mankind, or you?
Oh, such a shame to know
the fault could be all mine too...
swirled in murky shallows
can't fix it, can't face it
can never forget it
it is an injustice,
after all...
So dear friends, convince me
whim of justice, just isn't so
so I decided finally to
just let it go...
I dreamt of a home of my own as a child
where the air is always pure and mild,
Where birds and animals did freely roam
and frolic in the soap bubbles and foam.
A house on a tree by the rolling stream,
Atop a vanilla cake or cherry ice cream,
At the foot of a soaring crystal mountain
with a dazzling musical water fountain.
A house of candies, cookies and chocolate
studded with pearls, diamonds and agate,
Amidst a lollipops field or on the moon,
Hugging the ocean or next to a lagoon.
But I live in a hovel by the train tracks
It rattles my bones and almost cracks,
Ha, my sugar and honey dream goodbye
I have the whistling wind for my lullaby.
I breathe in ardor!
I grapple in passion!
...but of this whim called….love?
I am unacquainted
Once upon a whim
As the excavating limb
of a tractor under-tucked
the feed it hoisted up,
It seemed as though it goes
Akin to an elephant’s nose.
When later the machine
Departed from the scene
With scary points hung in
beneath the folded limb,
Its appearance was akin
to a giant scorpion.
Sitting by the beach one summers day
I turned to my girlfriend to say
Shall we go for a swim
It's cold not too grim
Splish splashing in love do we play
Two bodies now exit the cold blue
Only one of us appears to be true
Now shapely and pert
Her body so alert
My desire is now to pursue
To the beach towel she says on the turn
My love you've turned into a worm
The cold water has spoken
At least it's a token
When warmed I'm sure it will squirm
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-5.php
I am a woven thread of red, white and yellow,
I make hundred emotions mellow,
I transcend your walk into a flight of swallow,
With chimes, I fulfill nature’s hollow.
I am a woven thread with possible decors,
You love the way I adore,
I see the world through your color,
I inhale the world through your odor.
I will be your solo anklet,
I will embellish your ankle,
I will cover your wrinkle,
I will make tiny bells jingle,
I will make chimes sprinkle,
I will spread happiness,
Being your anklet.
I have two beads and a bell,
I don’t make sonorous sounds real,
I have pop colors to make you feel well.
On your ankle, I dwell,
Like a precious threaded jewel.
I won’t let anything harm you,
I won’t let a scratch to attack you,
I will turn myself into a black thread,
I will add an evil eye bead,
I will protect you from every danger,
I will be the solo ranger,
On your left toe.
On your ankle, I will be red string of fate,
Keeping me, you will find your soulmate.
I will be sea green beads on your toe-ring,
I will be the silver drops that always shine,
I will make you smile,
When you touch me, remembering sunshine.
I will be your sunshine,
I will glisten in moonshine,
Because your body is my shrine;
I am the flower oblates on your feet,
I am the threaded anklet over your brood.
I might be a mere glass bead string,
I am your accessory ever dazzling.
I am the happiness, always raining.
I am your ankle-string, always roaming,
~winged Cherubim of love’s whims
shoot thy whimsical arrow
seal very heart of my fate
choose for me my mate~
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And Contest: Winged Cupid
No rooster crowed the tenebrous morning
I woke to somber skies aflame.
As dawn rose across a crimson horizon,
a firestorm blazed from a golden core
and scarlet lava flowed above the plains.
Charred, were black mordant clouds.
Menancingly, they swept over my barn.
A rubicund threat; a hazard to the earth,
an inferno; a warning of ill-fated death.
Terror filled me as fire encroached,
knowing I would become a torch,
kindled when scorching embers approached
to ignite me, rendering a fight for life futile.
Laughter heard as I became ribbons of smoke.
Soon, my ashes would be airborne,
and all that would remain of me would be
carried on the whim of the wayward wind.
Snow drops cascading at my window
Wintry chill ‘n echo ‘f snow did follow
Whirled as I sensed winter wind blow
Weighing breeze dim, grim, ‘f sorrow
Wondering I dwelled ‘f a sun ray glow
Swaddled ‘n sun beam’s warmth flow
Silence stole whispers ‘f some sparrow
Streets stillness slay whims to morrow
Winter wrath left spring glee no place
Storm set for days ‘n nights to chase
Strike ‘f thunder sprang their nuisance
Wrack sun’s chances to glare ‘n grace
Wilderness rules this scary solemn solace
Swept nature’s treasured blissful wonders
Celia Basma
Contest: Create Your Own Form, Maybe
I
I had an idea
Far to the back of my mind
It wasn’t clear
A glint not a shine
I had a thought
Couldn’t pin it down
I had a dream
In my dressing gown
I had a whim
Grabbed at thin air
I can’t swim
Throw me a chair
I hunted gold
Hacked with my pick
I caught a cold
Felt quite sick
I toil all day
Hoping for a break
I earn my pay
For heaven’s sake!
David Cox 07/06/22
We are going to Corfu, what a great thing,
Come on its booked, let’s go and buy everything.
‘Hang on,’ say’s hubby, 'In Corfu it rains a lot'.
'I want more sun, not the rain, we have already got.'
But it’s booked we are ready one week to go,
‘I want to change it’ he says, 'so to Rhodes we will go.’
At that time we didn’t know what a crossroads that was,
Instead of Corfu, we changed it because,
My husband and I wanted more sun than the rain
That was the point in changing our plane.
Ok, we are at the airport, now watching and waiting
The flight we were booked on was just to the runway taking.
It stopped all of a sudden and smoke did appear,
The poor people on board, they could not get out of her.
We had changed our holiday on a whim because of rain
Fifty Four people died in front of us on that plane.
The plane we had booked but had changed at the end
Took all of those lives but our prayers we did send.
The crossroads had appeared we were lucky that day
We had changed our course and our lives that we can say.
But to the families of those that perished back then
We have never forgotten and ours prayers still go out for them.
Whim:
I am a little boy called Whim,
Inside your heart I swim,
I am your invisible trim,
I weave the nonsense dreams!!
I make you smile like baby,
I make you pop candies,
I make you hug the soft teddy,
I make you a cry baby.
I teach you to love the old Barbie.
I let you imagine absurd,
I let you feel awkward,
I let you talk nonsense,
I let you chirp in happiness.
I love to see you whimsical,
I love to blow you flute, jovial,
I put off the candle of dismal,
I want to sway you into cradle, rigorous.
I add spice into your daily trivial.
I am your capricious lover,
I am joyous rainy shower,
Inside the clouds I hover,
To me, childhood is never over!
I am that very capricious guy,
I know the formula of being happy,
I won’t let you say sorry,
I will dust off the reasons of worry.
I am the colorful threads of your wrist,
I love the way threads twist,
I love to see colorful feathers
Those punish the streaks of your hair!
I am a stroke of color,
I am a dash of air,
I run riot in nature,
I am your whimsical lover,
I am your unconscious guitar,
I am your subconscious rover,
I am your other half called whim,
I won’t let you ruin,
I will rekindle the crazy you,
With new strokes of hue!!
We all concede mere words just can't express
the depth of our dismay and our distress...
When we hear you whine, from face so mad and grim,
the Universe won't cater to your every whim!