Best Yearlong Poems
On Valentine’s Day My Love
Our love is quite wondrous and enchanting all the yearlong,
And on Valentine’s Day its sparkles radiantly in Heaven’s very light.
As I look into your eyes My Love I marvel so at your very beauty,
And all the little things we do as One while renewing our love daily.
We seek our fortune and destiny together in all we do in our life,
Making every second, minute, hour, and day count for an eternity.
We are so blessed My Love that God helped us to find one another,
And to make our union of love, respect, and happiness so special.
As we walk now through this life in love as a couple together as One,
So too our eternal souls will walk on Heaven’s footpath always as One.
Valentine’s Day give us that time to reflect on our love so cherished,
And on all the things that matter the most to us beyond any human strife.
And so My Love as we renew our special commitment of love on this day,
We should rejoice in God’s blessing that our love will be One forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (February 7, 2015)
(Unrhymed Couplet)
A love letter to mother nature
Nature's fury bellows
Reminding all exactly who's in charge,
Aggressive and noisy wind, mother's
personal thug, acting all big and large,
Though, for all her wrong doing and her faults,
she also does a lot of good, like the beauty always shown,
Filling this world with such awe and wonder,
I have quite a few examples of my own,
Daffodils start to poke their heads out after their
yearlong nap, perfect shades of orange and yellow,
The branches of ancient, wise trees
made to frantically smile and wave hello,
Graceful, beckoning hills ripple throughout
the land, expanding for all to see,
While excitable rivers splash, dance and play around
their rocks, gushing towards the sea,
From melting sunsets, gorgeous
blends of magenta and peach,
Skies filled with sparkling stars,
I so long to stretch my hand out too reach,
Although our mother may sometimes be callous and fickle, causing immense torment with storms and quakes, She also generously gifts us rainbows, forests and other sources of magic, despite how much she takes,
So when you're feeling like this world is nothing
but misery, pain and people's constant drones,
Just try to remember, every once in a while,
to take a look up from your mobile phones.
Amazing spellbound cloudless starry night sky
Beaming with enchantment and wonder
Crystalline frost on window panes
Daring the warmth of the
Edifice to melt
Falling fluffy glistening white snow
Gracefully lies upon the ground
Harmonizing the trees and brushes it surrounds
Impressing the world around
Joyful noise in the homes
Kids jumping for joy watching the Christmas tree
Lights twinkle and glow, dress in garland, and candy canes
Mistletoe hangs to lure lovers to steal a kiss
Nativity sits on a small table to celebrate when Christ
Our Lord was born Christmas night
Presents are wrapped and under the tree
Questioning kids are curious to know
Reaching and touching to
See what toys
They have received that is
Under the tree
Valuable memories, but
Whimsical for kids and wonderful to see
Xenium have also been given
Yearlong to people in need with
Zeal and love
1/21/2016
Whose fault is it
Who's to blame
must it all be ME
only me...
Yes, I have my mistakes
I admitted, didn't I?
Childish ways
Decision sways
Unplanned mistakes
Consequences shake
Didn't mean to,
don't you believe?
consecutive days
dotted months
yearlong vents..
I made you cry
and so I too cried.
I put you to shame
And so I was too.
I failed you
and so myself too.
But..
they are all in the past.
The past.
Won't you learn to let go of them?
[Just I am learning to forget and forego]
However..
If you want to stay there
Spare me.. Don't drag me there.
Simple as I want my peace
I want to move on...
Just to move on...
Do understand this.
Doesn't matter if you will never like me
I won't push you
I won't force you
I won't please you
This never be to be proud
nor am I bragging
nor am I too hard headed.
I just want to discover ME.
not from your mold
not from your dictation
not by force
not anymore in anyone's shadow
Don't insist.
But just me
so...
If you do care
If you do love me
Let me be..
© O. E. Guillermo
11:25pm
October 15, 2014
Sponsor Judy Konos
Contest Name c'est la vie
3rd place
Baby in my dreams you were my only desire
In my life till now you have been my one inspire
In my heart I hold this love so open and strong
I have never thought of anyone else all yearlong
When you are far no where near out of touch
At night I've never dreamed of anyone this much
When you're close and I feel your gentle kiss
And when you leave its all of you that I miss
In your heart and soul I will forever confide
Baby in our time together we could never divide
Its your everything that makes my life complete
Its everything we share that makes me heart beat
For you I'd do anything, never make you wait
Whatever the time, place, and even the date
Baby your name is engraved on my heart
My heart longs for you each time you depart
And honey I will never hurt you or try to break
Baby I'll never disown you or cause you to ache
You're my everything that will forever remain
Our love story would be so easy to explain
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
XX
YY
Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
***
Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
X
Y
Z
•THE END•
10~07~16
It was a long and turbulent year
Beset with death, war and crime.
Oh! Where do we journey from here?
Alas, a New Year begins its chimes.
Last January misfortune began
North Korea captured the Pueblo ship
While Americans soldiers died in Vietnam
The Hippies embraced the LSD trip.
Chaos and dissent forged its plans
When February embraced the year
With death from khe sang in Vietnam
American widows shed their tears.
March was a month of political storm
As L.B.J. gave a farewell speech
Kennedy's campaign in this month was born
As 500 americans died in Nam each week
April, April! Why did you come?
Riots and hatred to your month belong
April, April You've finally gone
You have taken Martin to his eternal kingdom
Resurrection City enveloped May
A bloody winter lapsed to a Silent Spring
most everyone mourning Martin,s grave
What more anquish can this year bring?
June has arrived and consumed with tears
Oh! Where, Oh Where has Bobby gone?
Another disaster has come this year
Is the darkest hour before the dawn?
Hunger in Biafra envelop July
preppies and youth embrace the Pill
We 'll find peace, if we try
alas in Nam there is more to kill.
August so sad, no end in sight
Chicago's the place for riots and tears
When will the sun shatter the night?
What more can happen this fateful year?
Melancholy breezed through September
The turbulent Summer has finally past
Humanity will long remember
The blood,sweat and tears, which had been cast.
October was a month for prosperity and peace
Our Astronauts exploring space
Jackie Kennedy wed a man from Greece
Laurels for U.S. Olympians achieving !st Place.
November arrived, the moon shining bright
President Nixon will rule the nation
The year long storm fading with the night
As a New Year waits in anticipation
December calmly found it's place
North Korea returned the Pueblo Ship
American astronauts soaring into space
landing on the moon at a record pace
Farewell,farewell 1968
Your year has succumbed to the past
The yearlong storm we'll soon forsake
The tears and death for which you cast.
The earth revolves around the sun
America,America forever lives on
It's a time of peace for everyone
as we embrace a New Year's dawn.
People ask how this yearlong will come
to pass, of which parts are the triumphs
and stench of learning... of why blossoms
drop on cobblestones ravaged
by a wildfire tearing velvet buds,
flatlining: the male stamen and female pistil
barren from incessant drought.
And why of all things, must god-children
endure anxieties trapped in houses
yearning to grasp a firefly on the lane,
to hug grandparents, not from a distance
but...but in the flesh of every day--
Add into this equation an insatiable need
for human connection where friends, kin gather
like a warm herd exchanging intimacies
skin to skin, mouth on mouth, arm in arm---
This is limbo within the inferno of the living,
while Pilates from urban jungles rinse their hands
absolving themselves from mortal sins...
an epoch of how time's pleasure or pus could pass.
Craig Cornish's 2020 Contest
5/23/2020
E Is For Emotions A For Angry
Bailey Long Loved to Play Ping-Pong
Honey, I look into your eyes and I see there is something wrong
Can I read a story about a boy that loved to play ping-pong?
~
Bailey Long
Bailey Long loved to play ping-pong
He never lost a game all yearlong
One day Bailey Long woke up feeling achy and that made him very cranky
Everything went wrong when he played ping-pong and it made him very angry
Bailey Long’s mom put him to bed and gave him some warm tea and honey
That made his tummy feel funny
So he wiggled and squirmed like a worm all night long
The next morning Bailey Long woke up feeling strong
With a twinkle in his eyes and no fear
He went back to putting a sting to the ping-pong game with a cheer
By: Eve Roper 9/20/2015
Anxious brides carry doubt,
Each female,
Greets him intoxicated,
Joining kingdoms love,
Men now obedient,
Pre qualify responses,
Staying tomorrow united,
Victorious women,
Xerox yearlong zeal.
I am sure this will strike up some controversy,,for sure...Maybe and then again maybe not !!!
ABC poem for contest.
Overwhelming need grips my very heart
Navigating scenic beauty and ease my mind
Hazy and nebulous, I do feel right now
Only for an idyllic rural life I will wow!
Landing at wonderful alluring shores
I yearn to wander beauties never seen before
Drops of serenity shall rain into my soul
Appeasing a daze and letting be a whole
Yearlong of hectic schedule hard to bear
Sovereign holidays I now deserve, that's fair!
July 14th, 2018
Note : I will be away for a time.. I will miss all of you, your reads, beauties and comments.. Grateful to you all.. Stay safe and blessed always.
Heaven-like Giving
Today is a day of joy.
Santa shops for girls and boys,
Finding the most perfect toy.
Many elves are overworked.
Toiling yearlong while time lurked.
Hearing dreams with all ears perked.
Sewing clothes and making clocks,
Magic flowers, building blocks.
All the while, the time tick tocks.
Computer towers, name brand.
Some instruments for the band…
Karaoke, try your hand.
Many shoes and mini-toys,
Books about ‘Helen of Troy”
Working elves creating joy.
Day in, day out there's no frown.
Cars and toys are pushed around.
They make sure all flaws are found.
Music that is heaven bound.
Socks have fun sliding around.
Magic sights would all astound.
His lists are long. No, not small.
Many gifts he'll have to haul.
How will his elves make them all?
It's too late to hire more.
Fill this list? He'll need a score!
Solution. Shop at the store!!!
“Merry Christmas!” Rang his sound.
Buy some gifts; help elves rebound.
Heaven-like giving, love crowned.
A Merry Christmas to Ya’ll (Southern Smiles)
God's good will upon you fall
Recall heaven's way. Love all.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
November 27, 2009
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......