Best Wows Poems
When sultry ripples take a hold
Replacing naive dreams
And fantasy becomes so bold
Seductive in its schemes
It moves into her mundane life
And tempts her with such skill
That she would follow anywhere
Against her weakened will
On soaring moonbeams she does fly
She mingles with the stars
And cushioned clouds become her bed
Seduction holds no bars
Loved and wooed by many
She wows the globe’s elite
Life is just a game for her
A playground at her feet
Sips champagne under starry skies
She dines with kings in Greece
Moves like Bardot in Monte Carlo
Goes au naturale` in Nice
But true love does elude her
Wrong choices to defeat
Gambles sometimes take a turn
Taste bitter from the sweet
Evening shadows enter
Before darkness takes its toll
And Paradise was just a lie
When naïve dreams did fall
Dipped to the beat of the music
She brings flavor and spice to the floor
She glitters and drips with excitement
She shines with the glow of amor
Her hips match the beat of the rhythm
Her feet keep the count of the band
Everyone stands back and watches
At the moves between her and her man
She smiles with every twirl
She WOWS with the shake of her hips
She winks as she throws back her head
She blows a kiss from her lips
She's ultimate sexy and sultry
The epitomy of dancing devine
Every man watches and wishes
DAMN!! I wish she was mine.
Rockman :-)
Skating in the Clouds
She ice skates, now in the clouds.
Her figure eights wow, all the heavenly crowds.
She is amazed as the crowd continues to grow.
New, to heaven, God pleases them all with additional,
sparkling white snow.
The new arrival, misses family and friends.
But she will see them here........when they
complete their earthly ends.
She does the axel, with ease, it does her heart, good.
The triple lutz wows all her neighbors in heaven hood!
She notices something small and dark, approaching her
with speed.
Madelyn jumps for joy, it is her long lost cocker spaniel,
Sparky, her pet who fulfilled her young girl needs.
Now, comes her husband, Air Show Jim, as young as the
day they met!
Madelyn is thrilled to be once again with her husband and
her furry pet.
This poem is no epic nor does it intend to be.
Just me, Pangie, hoping to skate one day in heaven with
my cousin Madelyn, most joyfully!
In memory of Madelyn McKay
Entered Heaven’s Gates
12/7/2021
12/10/2921
How long did it take her to be free?
How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world
How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips
Where
Now
She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses
Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation
To SET
HER
FREE!
It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere
Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony
For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine
One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”
One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest
Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity
There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats
Her stanza pushed aside
A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones
…
How long will it take her to be free?
Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key
©Drake J. Eszes
There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
Love is your happy face,
Shows me your noble grace,
Love is the breadth of you,
Love is the length of you,
Love abounds your whole,
Love is your gentle soul,
Love is your giving,
Not expecting receiving,
Love is the tall of you,
Love is the all of you,
Love is what you treasure,
And give with abundant measure,
Love is the sum of you,
An aura and hum circles you,
You must have a magic wand,
For you have me spell bound,
Love is your wrap around arms,
Chasing away hurts or harms,
You ask what should we eat,
Tonight, wanting it to be a treat,
Love is offering me your coat,
When you think I am cold,
Love is your warm embrace,
Within our place and space,
Love you have showered me,
You show it it so naturally,
Our love is humble and true,
For both of us, me and you.
The Beautiful Poet
The beautiful poet sat down one day,
writing her wows away.
She wrote down so many things and
turned it into the most beautiful thing.
A beautiful poem for us to read,
It really was the most amazing thing.
The beautiful poet, let her feelings flow and
made her words glow.
Her feelings ran through every line she wrote,
which made you weep a tear or two.
The poets, work was the most beautiful thing,
with every word you could hear,
the poets heart a fluttering,
with every line, which came straight from her heart.
The beautiful poet just made her work glow,
with every feeling, that she could ever write.
Pouring out and turning a word or two,
Into a beautiful poem for you.
There once was a little balsam
who was growing green and free,
And he hoped that he'd be taken
to be used as a Christmas tree.
He'd spent all of his early years
growing tall and full and straight,
The greenest fir in the nursery,
thus insuring his joyous fate.
It happened on Thanksgiving Day,
when a family came to choose
That proud and towering balsam,
so they paid his nursery dues.
To home, they took the little fir,
to adorn his spreading boughs
With pretty lights and ornaments,
and a chorus of "ahs" and "wows".
And there he stood, quite diligent,
through the holidays and nights,
Stunning with his proud display,
and his dazzling yule delights.
"Best tree on the street!" said all
through Christmas and New Years,
Until ... one day the family took
him down, not shedding tears.
And tho' he'd served them ardently,
it seemed his time was done,
For off came all the shiny trim,
all the garland, bulbs and fun.
They had treated him so kindly
in the weeks of Christmas, past,
Yet now they tossed him to the curb -
seemed their good will ... didn't last.
The trash truck carried him away,
with his limbs now dead and dry,
His tears of sap dripped on the street,
his boughs waved sad, goodbye,
For Christmas trees are blessings,
but there's always a price to pay -
An early end to the grandest life,
in a landfill ... cold and gray.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 530 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Christmas Tree" Poetry Contest, Shadow Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Jan is so kind, she's versatile with her pen.
She hales as the Limerick Queen.I really
enjoy her wit and sense of humor.
Freddie Robinson's poetry often "wows"
me for it is deep, down to earth and one of
a kind.
Then there's Andrea, I really like her style
not to mention she can write anything.
Heidi has the ability to create lovely pictures
with words. She often supports her soup
friends. I admire her work alot.
Connie Wong is another poet that I enjoy.
She excels in most forms. I especially like
her writes about family and love & romance.
Anne- Lise(Sun Shine Smile) her poetry rocks!
She often supports and encourages her soup
friends. She is the sunshine of the soup.
Gershon Wolf's poetry often makes one think,
or laugh, I enjoy his pen.
Oh I can't forget CayCay, her comments
are always so deep and genuine.
Paul Callus, is another poet that I really
enjoy. His pen is amazing.
Jennifer Proxenos a new poetic friend
from across the pond. I enjoy her pen
very much.
WW's poetry is poetic and deep, and he
really embraces his poetic friends like
family. I like his style.
Richard is such a staple here, I have
admired his poetry since day one.
Silent One has always been one of my
favorites on the soup.
Chris Green is so kind and his gift is
amazing .I'm a fan of his pen
BW, ( Dear Heart) her poetry amazes me
whether its is dark or filled with love, she
draws you with every word
Victor, I really enjoy you poetry, you are
great story teller and an encourager.
Vijay I'm often in awe of you work, I find
it deep and poetic
Tom, you often stop by to ask me how
I'm doing, not to mention your poetry
very good.
Lyric Man has always been one favorites
on the soup.He writes from the heart and
it's in shown in his work.
And Bobby maybe I may be disqualified because
you are near the top of the list ( As far as Favorite
poetic friend goes).
The list goes on and on. I apologize for
the poets I didn't mention. There is too
many how could I just pick one?
Inspired by the " Pick a Friend(s) on Soup Poetry
Contest
9-22-19
Purple in dress, wows
Cascading black, down her back
She turns, tanned beauty
.
Rainbows flash colors in different hues
Hues splash waves in different clues
Clues of life's cycle of views
Views of human souls in historical pews
Mirrors of life come in rainbows
Mementos of life drill on burrows
Shallow grounds dig deep on half souls
High mounds stay low in flat bowls
Rainbows in colors reflect good news
News of lives rich in cues
Rainbows in colors project life you choose
Wows of hives inject life you noose
I am living in a small village; my father told to me;
Do not be a man like the Radio,
Live with the nature and hear the sound of tree.
That is the common way a man should be;
Nature has the big power and you should know;
But learn more by yourself, do not believe me.
As growing up; I can hear and see,
"Develop the better nature" what the Mayor wows;
And show-off to cuts down the trees.
Who can stop him; no, no, nobody;
No one can stand up and say no;
Villagers have to say yes same as me.
Everyone become the Radio slowly slowly,
Just complaint quietly as a broken Radio.
No, What I can do, I have to re-plant the trees.
With hoping that the trees are growing strongly;
To change village to the good development circle,
Things need to change; Radio, People and Me.
How to Change? Just listen to the Trees.
potentates posture positive
pontiff punches prove powerful
protectors pretence premeditated
praetor promptly protects pride
princes' prance precede praise
princess' precious prayer prayed
progeny prose practiced perfectly
predator parades predominance
prey predestined predicament
primitive premise provides promise
preachers play perfect performance
populas position poorly played
powerless pouts past pow-wows
press potshots potpourri pother
penetrates poultry popular position
powder puff polititions perdition
Sparks of golden quarks
Amazing particles of heart
Pyrotechnic shower
Too fine
Almost from cloud nine
Rise from the articulation-flood
In the fulfilled flow of fascinated blood
As effusive praise in Aha and Wows
The moment a poet finished an Urdu shayari in a mood of sunset
Like in the couplet:
“If someone were to listen, one thing I will opine
Love is not a crime forsooth it is grace divine”
in a poetry soiree
in a gleaming evening
I can see in the frame of my mind’s eye
Those soul-sparkles in a diamond glow
With jaws distended in a gape
In a variety of shape
Beautifully blowing up
By the chorus of wows, and wah wah
In the wake of delivery of the rhythmic couplets and quatrains
Fine grains of pain
Pomegranates in pleasure
In poetry or shayari
Also called “Sher”
And then the sparklers from the listeners taking illuminated seats
On the trees in the garden
Looking resplendent with those fireworks of satisfaction
Grand vocal pyrotechnics of the artistic colors inside our soul
Our whole world now at the goals of releasing
The ingrained heat and light
Into softly loud appreciation and approval from the aroused assembly
Of pink interest
An aesthetic quest
in the bird-like flying of the eloquent firework
The sophisticated atomizer of stirring pyro-spark
A soul-stirring recital followed by the sparks of applause
From the embers of the latter arise another shayari
On goes the reciprocation
Of passionate oral fireworks of elation
Quarks in the pulse
Shower of polished spark
In sublimation of our basic dark
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June 5, 2016
For: Fireworks for Me – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Note: 1) Shayari is a musical form of Urdu poetry… - Wikipedia 2) Wah - Used typically to express admiration -Oxford Dictionaries ( Internet)
DUMB DOG
My dog goes out each day
To chase some cats at play
These felines climb trees with ease
He cannot climb the boughs
Just sits there and bow wows
Cats scratch the tree hard and tease
So all his loud rough bark
Results in more rough bark
On his nose, and eyes, and knees
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Entered in Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest “Balassi Stanza”
(Verse form is Balassi Stanza)