Best Windless Poems
* For Mary Kathleen Lessard Caithness *
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cast tie-lines to shadowy depths above
meteors to plunge the ocean of suns
kick off - tally-ho! from the pier of known
a scoundrel's nod to the skull and bone
vast skies uncharted now beckon ahead
a dusk of dreams splashed yellow and red
naught but astounding, the adventures be
an endless sojourn 'cross a sparkling sea
the sky-palette waits for a score of tales
come a warm solar wind to puff the sails
all worries and why's now, abaft the beam!
set our course due for a foolish dream!
a celestial tempest to bend the jack
to his tasking a-hold the kicking strap
stem the tide, aye, mind the moonbeam drift
spread her wings wide and give her lift
the sextant's now set to the Milky Way
(we'll grave her clean on a windless day)
to port side, a wink from the Seven Sisters
off starboard, the gleam of nebulous vistas
we sunder the clouds with our wake of mist
now dark matter deep and heaven-kissed
tossed by the waves through a sea of night
we gasp for the void, yet we drown in light
our spirits denuded and paean-versed
we dare constellations to do their worst
for now we all pull to the labor at hand
to chart the expanse of this boundless land
at the bidding and mercy of a rapturous breeze
three prayers for fair winds and following seas
'til our hearts are sated and our marrow torn
and we drop our anchor there, worry-worn …
on the sands of time, we'll commend our dance
and return our dust ... to the great expanse.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Sky" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Best Rhyming Poem 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ at Poetry Soup.com, awarded February 1, 2018.
Categories:
windless, adventure, imagination, metaphor, sea,
Form:
Couplet
I set the stage for tropical romance;
among my rocks have sirens’ songs been sung.
Yet some who dare to traverse my expanse
into the briny depths of me are flung.
Inconstant as the sun that comes and goes,
I’m calm as windless day or still of night;
then furious as hurricanes that blow.
You cannot know my mind nor guess my might.
By ancients I was feared and deified,
and still two thirds of all the earth I rule!
Let humans learn the ebb of every tide,
but he who disrespects me is a fool.
The plight of humankind will be its worst
when I and land for sins of man are cursed.
Categories:
windless, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17
Categories:
windless, death, lost love, moving
Form:
Ottava rima
The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat
Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues
The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear
The day is misty, bitter cold, and crystal sheen
But I am warmed by one small ray of golden morning light
From high upon a perch of snow top crest
A lone stag with graceful legs that fly
Carving out a quiet trail, like fleeting wind
The sound so soft, the hush of whispered steps
He halts, and looks at me with logic's eyes
And seems to smile in recognition,
His golden crown of antlers, gleam in morning sun
Just when I thought my crystal world would splinter
He tilts his head, and bids me to come
And like an eagle's wing, remote and sure
He darts away, just like a bird
Without a sound
Beauty of the wind....beauty of pure grace
I run after him, panting and breathless,
Through the glimmering, in search of answers
But, I cannot keep up, as he disappears without a trace
And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound
Yet, I am left alone, and feel at peace
For Constance's Contest: The Nature Dream/Spirtual Dream
Carrie Richards
Categories:
windless, fantasy, imagination, natureme, morning,
Form:
Narrative
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
windless, blessing, creation, destiny, giving,
Form:
Classicism
I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.
The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.
As I meander through a cloudless dream
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.
Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.
Categories:
windless, imagery, love, morning, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
the flutter of little wings
pulsating in a windless dusk
as i watch the setting sun
glissade across the florid sky
its cerise glow reflecting prismatic
burst of colors on this little bird
as it sips the last of nectar
before darkness arises
my thoughts drifting
into night's allure
as the full moon rises
above tangerine tipped trees
the last fades of day
flushed against obsidian skies
my memories linger autumn-like
falling like the mist of night
my thoughts weigh heavy in this air
i struggle to breathe within remembrance
of your wingless flight that august night
i lose myself within the expansion of time
as day fades off like life in the raven of night
August 8, 2019
Categories:
windless, autumn, bird, death, night,
Form:
Free verse
With laces tied, she is up and away
With the glint of the moon on her steel blades
The clink of metal as she leaves the ice
Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight
Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing
With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring
Without any strings, she flies like a kite
A vision of grace on a windless night
Carving her masterpiece there on the lake
Gaining more power with each breath she takes
Joy beneath heaven on a starry night
In a world of white drenched in golden light
A girl with a dream and a pair of skates
Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Categories:
windless, child, dream,
Form:
Sonnet
seal with a kiss ...
a love song
at first glance
of song and dance
his eyes caught her twine
she was more than divine
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a different bred
but he liked her lead
she was tomboyish
all over than lavish
at first glance
of song and dance
she was bikes in mud
more than perfume in suds
polyesters and tank tops
than finer dress shops
at first glance
of song and dance
she, a bowl of country soup
a little of this, a little of that
she could outdo your lips
without any slips
at first glance
of song and dance
she had look and providence
rode the island in consonance
she had a chime and a chant
that can make men pant
at first glance
of song and dance
in his dreams he took her hand
together they stand
bare backs they scratch
an egg is hatched
at first glance
of song and dance
love is in the air
package with care
seal with a kiss
swim, swim in bliss
on the horizon
of song and dance
two little seals swim
windless of cares and whims
freer to be as one
happy that life begun
on the open sea
of song and dance
there the seals be
volleying a ball of glee
like words, from noses to noses
in the end, words turn to roses
on the setting sun
of song and dance
the first glance, a spark
a chance rose from the dark
together they sing along
to morning dawns
connie pachecho
1/30/17
Categories:
windless, allusion, beauty, romantic, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Death Of A Beloved Friend
O Friend, when thou hadst uttered thy brief tale
Our hearts grew still as flowers that watch the stars,
Through long windless nights.
Yea, men shall hear;
Far sea whispering, and the feet of them
That walk the earth in mercy, though they be
The other side of the world; and to that end
Poets shall wander by in loneliness,
As thou hast wandered by. We know not yet
How weak our knowing, and how little availeth
The little that we know, for we have lost,
The deep heart to listen;
Down the widening gap,
In unimaginable glory streams
The flood of light we share within our souls,
Revealing all the beauty that shall be
For them that will abide in its purity.
R.J. Lindley
1985
Note:
That long black curtain has fallen,
youthful skies hold no more joy;
Dreams we once heard callin'
are but false hope we now employ.
Time, that elusive and dark bandit,
speeds away on a mere whim;
splashing whale if we could but land it-
Never! That light is now fading and dim.
Too soon , blackness engulfs the light;
gone onto its mysterious early reward,
all that remains, cold lonely in the night,
living left behind, that is going to be hard.
Categories:
windless, conflict, dark, death of
Form:
Rhyme
The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese
I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year,
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.
No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.
The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow.
Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.
Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.
But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.
One day, I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.
Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010
Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing
Else.
Categories:
windless, imagination, music, naturemusic, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Land uses dress style
according to the climate. . . .
changing with seasons
Ocean is moody
chilling with a windless day. . . .
raging with tempests
Ocean does not care
how land looks or if she’s rough. . .
he hugs her shoreline
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For Linda-Marie's Contest:
HAIKU HODGEPODGE ..TRIO ... Poetry Contest
Categories:
windless, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Gazing lovingly upon her velvets
Beautiful heart shaped glass
Searching about the vanity's
Disclosing drawer and a brush
Gliding it sensually through
Her cascadings golden hair
Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes
Once more; such beauty her light
Giggling while turning knowingly
Amid her silkened bareness
Cherries set in firm atop, soft
Voluptuous vanilla breast
Swaying gently fragrants perfect
Hourglass afore that my heart
Timeless this love's windless
Chills caressing my spirit
Left drifting inside these her
Spellbinding, oceans painted eyes.
Categories:
windless, beautiful, girl, love,
Form:
Free verse
Lost In a Thought
Who am I...a tossed thought left to ramously rot in a sea of insanity?
What am I...a wondering wave a shackled slave a crumb of humanity?
Where am I... drowning in a whirlpool a salivating drool of organity?
Why am I...amidst the stars with battle scars in a universe of infinity?
Like a restless rust a defenseless dust futilely falling inside my being
A life unjust a windless gust perpetually lost within thoughts of fleeing
A wounded wreck unknown a depleted drone unadorned and unseeing
A cataclysmal clone in this realm I’m thrown my thoughts are bleeding
Watching the hands of time a mindless mime of the words unspoken
I am an endless evolving enzyme in a parasitic paradigm of the broken
Losing grip of reality a frantic flee adrift within the obstreperous ocean
Lost in a lost a condemned cost of evaporating memories of emotion.
Sept.29.2017
Lost
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
windless, confusion, loneliness, lost,
Form:
Monorhyme
How else to tell you
of the movement of
the universe that sets my world to tilt?
Where spatial acuity and intuitive thinking fall down
and weep
at the feet of blank spaces and odd numbers begging
direction
I scratch for description of the structure of blue ink
on pulp paper . . .
the humidity of black seas on windless nights,
the way my lips sometimes speak
in dry dust
For the latitude of line and length, the way I like
how they intersect, conjoin,
tear apart . . . forever changed
yet spent
of further locution
And still I dream
I can hear the world
running out of time and tolerance for
small words
. . . for small minds ~
The measure of meter and moments
sit in whimpering, drying ink
falling off the edge of sense and
sensibility
How else to tell
you
who cannot hear?
Categories:
windless, introspection, philosophy
Form:
Free verse