With arched and columned mitre, it’s ample.
Some people love patter:
finger plucking, then stutter—
harmony to the letter.
Categories:
columned, music,
Form: Englyn
there twasn't lights breaking
embarrassment
no, there is illusions of daybreak
i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs
columned bridges dangling low
on lustless ships
deserting grips
guilty spectacles, hived
crustaceous criminals
devouring sadness
bells fasting to rebuild glowing hours casting
italian imperialists
hunting burning forests with wine
liberated toddlers taunting grandfathers
inside of ticking guillotines
burning pouches of mothers milk
Categories:
columned, voyage, wine, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
He is on his riding mower.
He looks like me,
only he owns a rich man's house,
a garden measured in acres -
his skin is better.
No picket fences: this is upscale America.
Long drives and old stone walls; gated.
A cultural dream
pioneering into new luxury,
the way covered wagons once did,
canvas closed, oxen quietly moving on
into territory that's hard to imagine.
I see him standing
near his wide columned front door,
he is smiling the way I smile
when I think no one is looking.
I like him, and imagine his beautiful
wife in my arms.
He left the wagon train,
to strike out on his own.
They found the green valley,
gold seams under their feet,
and the land already posted,
to keep others out.
Categories:
columned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The old, columned front porch is sagging
Sad shutters hang on the bias abandoned,
Broken panes neglected as weather crept in
Still their silent voices call out with warmest hospitality.
[Lind30WCU, 7,7,7,9]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written January 26, 2022
especially for "Lind30WCU Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
columned, grandparents, home, memory,
Form: Verse
He is on his riding mower.
He looks like me,
only he owns a rich man's house,
a garden measured in acres -
his skin is better.
No picket fences; this is upscale America.
Long drives and old stone walls, gated.
A cultural dream
pioneering into new luxury,
the way covered wagons once did;
canvas closed, oxen quietly moving on
into territory that's hard to imagine.
I see him standing
near his wide columned front door
He is smiling the way I smile
when I think no one is looking.
I like him, and imagine his beautiful wife
in my arms.
We have left the wagon train,
have struck out on our own,
we found the green valley;
gold seams under our feet,
the land is already posted
to keep others out.
Categories:
columned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splendor, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart of the South."
My memories are endless.
Categories:
columned, how i feel, usa,
Form: Narrative
Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.
Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.
Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.
Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.
On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.
Categories:
columned, adventure, allusion, analogy, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
Rounding Out Reality
Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality
Categories:
columned, adventure, beautiful, dream, love,
Form: Free verse
Congregated on a bone-white columned hill,
Wielding Thor’s great hammer, raging on at will,
Raining Odin’s thunder upon resounding blocks,
Indulging gilded beggars of fortune’s ticking clocks,
Deploying more and more to feed the desert gulls,
Fenrir’s pack forever howls, while bloody fangs indulge.
07/25/14
Categories:
columned, america, political, war,
Form: Rhyme
Beneath a columned structure people watch
As man and beast compete in a deadly match
Soon the drama before them will unfold
A drama contested by the very bold
In the distance a palm tree stands
in this ancient desert land
where pyramids rise from arid sands
To inter pharoahs who were grand
Two stone faced pharoahs observe the scene
As 3 men strain to control the king of beasts
Their muscles taut, their senses keen
As they try to avoid becoming the lion's feast
A leopard skin lies near their feet
Perhaps a cat that was too weak
But now the lion they try to defeat
If they lose this battle, the result, bleak
The lion roars for freedom's hope
As the men hold tightly to the ropes
Trying to subdue this creature with ebony mane
But the beast within cannot be tamed
As the lion rises up like a roaring flame
Yearning for freedom once again
The 3 men, perhaps captives themselves
Into danger's realm have delved
But if this feline should break free
The captive will give chase, and the captives will flee
~~
Categories:
columned,
Form: Rhyme
from: "Me to You", by Alastair Reid
"...write me about the weather.
Perhaps
a letter across water,
something like this, but better,
would almost take us strangely
closer to home.
Write, and I'll come."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Monterrey, Nuevo Leon
Dizzied by the whirl of crowds
On sidewalks, seen through windows --
Reflected in mirrored, columned walls --
I drink, I eat, I mull and fret, I yearn,
Little lulled by homely music
Softly playing beneath sonorous
Strains of Spanish
(Beautiful tongue, not yet my own,
But now not strange to me --
Not wholly foreign.)
I sneak sidelong glances, I peek, I stare.
I feign indifference:
A pseudo-cosmopolitan air.
I am quiet and excessively polite,
Not yet knowing how to be rude
In this still stiff idiom.
And, I am intensely lonely --
Hungry for a caressing, offhand phrase,
Only a stray familiar word, hardly heard,
Whispering all there is to say of home.
Categories:
columned, angst, depression, introspection, music,
Form: Free verse
Endowed in size
Endowed in shape
The Mr of Men
Our bodies draped.
Religious belief
Personal choice
Makes him speak
With a different voice.
Blood induced
As his stature grows
Columned pose
Erectness flows.
Pleasurable scenes
Pleasured in ways
This Mr of Men
Stars in many plays.
Passioned in stroke
In loves say
Eruption of joy
Loving spores spray.
Absorbed and shared
This joyous stem
Undoubtedly
The Mr Of Men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php
Categories:
columned, passion
Form: Rhyme