Freshened Poems | Examples

The Work Rotter

Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas 
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda 
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms 
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke 
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance 
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and 
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.

Love Not Yet Lost

she left her rose in my book,
and her lipstick kiss on the next page,
i saw her briefly in the crowd,
but then our eyes did not engage.

she left her floral pins in my room,
and her delicate scent like perfume,
my shower was wet from water on her,
she must have been here, I assume!

She left her shoes outside my door,
and her hat hanging on the coat peg,
the cushioned chair had a memory of her,
my  carpet freshened with her bare legs!

She left a smile in my dreams last night,
and her thoughts smeared all over me, 
when at morning breakfast made my toast,
It read on the toast “ I love you’!

I left all I had for a life with her,
and still search for her in the crowd,
I hope to find her one day at home,
I know that day she will make me proud!

Written 21/09/23

Our First Snow

she has freshened the meadow
the fence post are topped off in merry fashion
she floats down with such a light touch
if she was not cold, we might not notice

she begins lightly 
giving us a tiny version of herself
no one expects her to keep up this pace
but she does 
for six hours

our yards resemble Santa’s village
everything has been touched
she is twinkling with a spirit of joy
I do not want to make prints
feeling a reverence

Summer Flowers

Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
Lovely flowers freshened by the summer rain
Daisies, asters, hot poker with their scarlet plume
Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
All equally lovely in a vase in my sitting room
It is wonderful to have cut flowers once again
Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
Lovely flowers freshened by the summer rain. 

Written June 10, 2022

Like a Tourist

As the morning comes
thoughts begin to wonder
how to live like a tourist could
walk the beach to see the sunrise
have fresh fruit and banana pancakes
for dinner, eat shrimp with a shot of tequila
take my photo next to the heart stature
go shopping at the local market
take a nap in the afternoon
dance under the stars
go back to sleep

When I awake again
I feel like a tropical tourist
stretch against my silky sheets
smell the sweetness of a gardenia
see gauze curtains flutter in warm breeze
hear the doves coo and a woodpecker chatter
arise to find fresh squeezed orange juice
at the small thatched roof restaurant
where musicians play love songs
as vendors come to your table
with trinkets and jewelry

With delighted eyes
I stroll back through town
say hello to friendly merchants
buy a blue straw hat to shade my eyes
talk to a green and purple parrot in a store
then sample some fresh roasted nuts
as I near the street where I live
my mind is fully freshened
and a smile blossoms

On Summer

To the spring I, ever, humbly prayed:
Do not, so fast, make your march forward
One, coming after you, is cruel;
He'd dry the flowers you had freshened
He'd destroy the beauty you'd fashioned
Orchids will have soon a burial.

Quick, the hiding summer heard my words
Sent his forerunner, wind, with tough whirls
Sand and mud and wastes together flew;
Dried leaves and flowers got simply blown
The strongest of branches got broken
Heat and sweat and humidity grew.

Birds of all kinds got themselves hidden
Many of their nests, in winds, broken
The young ones struggling to fly away;
Remembering the days soon got passed
Games they played in the spring got full-stopped
For season's change keenly did they pray.

'Thirsty!', the parched cracked dry earth, aloud, sighed
'Thirsty!' all sun-burned creatures' union cried
Forests and hills and vales too did mourn;
Praying with bend head and folded hands
The whole of earth and heavenly bands
Seemed seeking the solacing monsoon.

4th May 2021.

The 4am Plea

My brow sweaty, my voice a whisper,
tossing and turning like pages of a book.
My mind fleeting, thoughts racing,
not listening to my overwhelming plea -
'To sleep, let me sleep.'

I can now see daylight brewing,
darkness withdrawing, 
the freshened colours of dawn.
And yet my plea is still the same -
'To sleep, let me sleep.'

Labour hard, rolls soon the night,
aching pain, restless limbs thrash.
Dancing to a most sickly beat,
refusing to let lethargy sleep.
I plea - 'sleep, let me sleep.'

05.02.2021

Herbaceous Fragaria

Thicket of intermingled branch tangle
Hides pimple shine ripe juice strawberries strewn
Across pine needle pick up stick mangle
Fragrant lily pink tang gives tasty boon
Hook horseshoe slender stems support balls' dangle
Gloss hanging globes celebrate scarlet balloon
Bountiful renewed eruption of Spring
Sprouts floated fruit fit for a fairytale King


Hidden in haven bed of duvet shade
Shielded precious berries, safe from predator 
Sweetest treats endorse purely Heaven made
Cones pushing petals exalt Mother Nature
Lanterns swinging China Town of gloomy glade 
Lined foliage raises redness in rapture 
Emblem of wild leaf crown insignia
Represents righteous memorabilia 


Humble hunter uncovers last month's melt
Freshened season floods taste buds in wonder 
Tart bumpy tongue tid bits brazenly dealt
By pine imbibed wildness growing under
Woodland umbrella where I'm gladly knelt
Gaunt Winter cruelty is cast asunder
God's lollies extend tender umbilical
Sun warm strawberry snack sabbatical 




     16th February 2021

     Written for Contest: Spring

     Sponsor:  Regina Mc Intosh

Covenant

Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant 

Battered slate roof removed promotes damage 
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish 
Passage through gathered dirt

Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment

Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing

Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage 
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders 
Hold each firm in order to flourish 




               23rd November

Once Purple

The bridge was once a purple hue;
There’s just a trace remaining.
It should be freshened up, but seems
The city is refraining.

Of course, it’s low priority
Compared to needs more pressing
Like sanitation, safety, schools
And other ones worth stressing.

Yet when I saw that purple bridge,
The opposite of boring,
It made me smile and surely set
So many spirits soaring.

Perhaps one day, if things return
To life as we once knew it,
Some painters will show up
With purple paint and get right to it.

A Winter's Harvest

With long hair wrapped up, rugged nails dirt dipped,
denim overalls and barnyard boots,
I set forth to get them gnarly raspberry stalks clipped,
and return with harvested horseradish roots
and frost freshened persimmon fruits.

12-30-19

Seashore Seesaw

Like the sound of ocean in a seashell
My ears ring of the love for the ocean
With land, river, lake unable to quell
The ache for sea, woven within finespun.

The sound of waves that break and surge up shore
Washes the stain and stench of inland slime
From the mind and body, right to the core
Purifying, cleansing like bells dawn chime.

Heralding last hour, all gone and dusted,
Flushing away the past's stain, taint and scour.
New dawn born each hour, freshened and flustered.
Time with the sea renews, like chimes on hour.

The sound of sea in sync with my being
Sustains love with chants and seesaw seeing.

Time Saving Tips

My life it is so busy these days
I need to save time where I can
So to shave off a few minutes here and there
I've come up with a master plan

Astronaut underwear
That's just a given
How much time that's going to save
I need not even mention

I'm going to wear my glasses below my nose
That way my nose for itself can see
Whether it needs picking or not
That's going to save my finger and me a lot of grief

Soap on a rope will go around my neck
I'll bathe in sinks as I get ripe
To save on minutes and energy
I'll do one pit at a time

I'll pull out my agua blue polyester leisure suit
That I've saved from the 70's
I'll wear it all the time, even to bed at night
Those suckers stay wrinkle free

My toothbrush I'll paste up and place in my mouth
When I hop into bed for a good nights sleep
In the morning I'll be all freshened and brushed
From a night of grinding teeth

I even got the brilliant idea
One night while watching my dog
A device on his rear so he can mop
While he scratches his butt across the floor

These are just a few good ideas
I'm sure I'll think of more
Once I have all this spare time
Sitting around bored outta my gourd

My Love Is Real

Mist fills the morning with freshened air
Yellow fields smile past the distant shore

Lullabies play a gentle tune
Offer hope of what's coming true
Velvet kisses in the month of June
Every touch my heart doth swoon

In winds of care I blow free
Sending signals of my love for thee 

Reaching out for you and holding tight
Each and every unguarded night
Allow my arms to be a comfort place
Left open for you with a warm embrace

The Wall

The Wall

Generations have passed The Wall
glancing at its brick and mortar majesty.
Crowds gathered – to be amused,
swayed, exhorted, demonized –
by the vagabonds of vitriolic vendetta.
Unseen change posted its messages
“Awake, Arise, Agitate, Assemble”.
Causes layered upon demands
for more – or less.  The wall shuddered
beneath the layers of torn torment,
joyous indecision, victory’s urination,
defeat’s desecration.  She had felt the
icy sting of bloodied bullets,
endured the sunsets of  hollow hope,
welcomed the silent midnight brushstrokes,
freshened dreams claiming ownership

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