I wanted your life-
I have seen it like the evening star points the drifty sands away from all deserts,
where magnificent protection is an aura I am in fully capacity within-
the storm of dreams,
the delivery,
and endimony,
my new child.
Categories:
drifty, animal, birth, care, endurance,
Form: Blank verse
The acoustic hallows,
stark face follows...
The guns show line's in the time's,
as drifty as sand and wines...
The larkspur gives them grows,
the English meter mows,
we don't show,
anything we want to know-
time to create plaster now,
let off on a few rafters,
dynamic and enigmatic...
It is so hardly sparse,
it's waiting on the cart,
it's everybody to dart!
Categories:
drifty, confidence, courage, dance, giving,
Form: Blank verse
4 a.m. fog rich on fields tranquil.
Holstein milk slaps the bucket by hand.
White reports parking-lot cars with lights on.
Calls home to mom every Tuesday.
Young love is as white as is baby’s first smile,
And slow napping with kitties’ purr on the pillow.
White says excuse me, thank you, God bless you,
And love you, when leaving.
Two drunks wrapped under one blanket,
One bridge, one empty same night.
Wet, smooth cheeks, mild lemon grass.
White willow’s wonder, spider web dew.
The feel of raw rice slipping through fingers.
White wiffles on the hill.
Cooked spaghetti, no sauce, tastes white.
White holds dreams for you when faith fails,
Splatted with mud and mired muck.
White sandy beaches, a drifty summer day.
January days locked in ice.
Foster parents cooking for once abused girls,
Chicken and rice with low-fat gravy and broccoli.
Categories:
drifty, color,
Form: Free verse
A blanket of silent fluffy fog
Liquid-smooth muscles at rest
Dreamy with drifty thoughts
Tea-kettle steam pre hiss
No worries, no woes
No wrinkly, scrinkly nose
Lemon and honey tea
Not sleeping; not waking;
Nowhere to go; nothing to do
Float through a limp lazy day
June gentle breeze
Swaying lovely willow trees
Like silky warm skin
Sleeping on a sandy beach
Cows graze in the field
Creeks meander along slow
(Meander is a funny word.)
Lovers in naked embrace
Smooth jazz in the evening
Song sparrows sing in the sun
After Thanksgiving-dinner nap
Ice cream and mint tea
Foot massage and back rubs
Sleep in on Sunday till ten
Mountain meadow’s crystal stream.
If it ends in p-a-m
It’s the good stuff.
Categories:
drifty, drug,
Form: Free verse
Grey mounds of a futile landscape
Life is a feeling the fuel
Rain thunders; under cover drape
Remote, imm'diate and truthful
Neb'lous clouds in illusion shape
O', but how the cooly wind blows
Watching out the drifty clouds, stroll
Spatters across the patios
Water bubbles in bristling roll
Sighing each bursting bubble shows
Pouring it down with all embrace
Falling a down, the hard and fast
Out of the sky, into my face
The beauty of the moment, cast
The smell of wet earth, anyplace
O' sniff of cool crispy clean air
So that is all around remain
It's so complete and so aware
Feel no sorrow, I feel no pain
In rain, as I stand in prayer
Categories:
drifty, rain,
Form: Quintain (English)
I have once been consumed by beauty
And the ground beneath me felt drifty
Throwing my mind off track
That I was in no state to love back
I have twice reflected on the lesson of the time
And my feebleness was brought to prime
Can I really handle the lovely and shapely
With composure and sanity
I have thrice sworn and recited
To never again get too excited
That I may be able to reciprocate justly
With commitment and bravery
I have repeatedly repeated this cycle
Now I'm in need of a breaking miracle
Where if beauty and love be one theme
I will write gloriously enough to equate a hymn
Categories:
drifty, beauty, confusion, love,
Form: Couplet
I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned.
As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know
I do know that it felt so great.
As I considered my lofty climbing rate.
The steps seemed so soft as though stepping on air.
With nothingness around me as a light whispering wind.
Settled so subtly upon my bare skin.
Where could I, in this spiral be heading.
I only know t'was something I was not dreading.
Red birds did sing out an enchanting tune
that twiddled my mind as flowers did bloom.
Now I felt the likeness of finding the top.
As my mind did awaken and the staircase did stop.
And fantasizing where I had been then realizing the dream
Oh the splendor of resting my eyes in a book.
As my eyes did open and my nap I un-took.
David Gary Pennington
Categories:
drifty, fantasy
Form: Narrative
Ode to Snow
From the cloudy sky
It floats softly down,
Drifting silently by
Quickly blankets the ground.
On skeletal tree limbs and evergreen boughs
Covering dead leaves and pine cones,
As thick as weight will allow
The arms of branches take the burden now.
It dances on errant breezes
Or flies swiftly to the side,
The wind will carry it where it pleases
Coming down heavy now, spreading far and wide.
I walk among its chilliness
And wonder if it knows,
That it brings me such happiness
The peacefullness of snow.
Soon spring will come upon the land
Winter storm clouds will part,
Drifty mountains once so grand
Will quickly start to melt.
Then rain will wash the snow away
Rebirth of blossoms, new growing grass
Summer flies quickly by, Autumn seems only a day
All too soon the stormy snow clouds will amass.
Categories:
drifty, nature, autumn, snow, snow,
Form: ABC
A touch of love, a touch of faith,
A touch of hope inside.
Pull up your anchor, put up your sails
And rough the drifty tide.
It’s morning now, it’s time to sail,
Set out on the great deep sea.
The touch of hope and the touch of love
Will calm the waters, you’ll see.
A touch of faith can take a wave
That’s flooding o’re the bough.
Calm it to a perfect rest
And take the worry from your brow.
So take this touch of love and faith
And the touch of hope inside.
Give it all to God, He’ll calm your storm
Your boat of life o’re the rough sea will glide.
Categories:
drifty, faith, hope, inspirational, peace,
Form: I do not know?
When you know you’re startin’ to get old—
Set in your ways and more thrifty—
Your poor ol’ joints just keep on achin’
As your mind starts gettin’ “drifty.”
When you gain weight and wrinkle all up,
Then you know you’re pushin’ fifty!
You’re smokin’ more and likin’ it less—
Eatin’ too many them French fries—
Then some poke says your pushin’ SIXTY—
But ol’ cowboys don’t tell no lies!
You’re not a talkin’ ‘bout your old age,
Just explainin’ ‘bout your waist size!
Categories:
drifty, cowboy-western, funny, life, people,
Form: Cowboy Poetry