Life Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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• Old man Howard was farming one day
• When he spotted a weed in his yard
• He decided that it mustn't stay
• So he plucked it out then and there
• Off he went to milk his goats
• But they weren't producing any
• So Old man Howard sold one of his boats
• And bought himself a-many
• To his greenhouse he went for a potential harvest
• But some of his crops were inhabited
• Old man Howard left to put them to the test
• Against the particles of his homemade insecticide
• Feeling tired from today
• He decided to make some tea
• The stove went click and the radio turned on
• And in the cahir he stayed
A glitter gel pen,
My captivated thoughts,
Communicates in a clear page of my notebook.
I got the bruise of blue,
And began to wonder
The paradox of living all summer
How life has become cruel and kind?
To go from growing up,
To breaking down.
The shiniest wheels are rusting now.
Like water falling in a river,
My sapphire tears,
Came rushing down my scarlet cheeks,
Got within me to shiver.
There were pages turned,
With the bridges burned,
And I had no idea
I've got a lot of lessons learned.
The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
Friend or foe we all are one
One is all, all is one:
So lets not minus that!
We all want to be together,
Multiplying and growing in numbers
Numbers be endless
but numbers can't define life,
We more than that, we infinite beings
Sharing one light,
spinning in circles in one ride
Many fall and a few survive,
That's the chain of life
The colour wheel,
And in time... Mankind said lets make a god in our own image.
Let us describe him as powerless, let us emasculate him
Understanding He is not the all 'powerful God'
Let us do these things that we will be blessed.!
Let us create god as a multi-deity, god can be even female
Let us triumph over this god,
Let us name all the starry host, for that is 'not' the role of God.
Let us create stars of film and stage; instead of stars representing
believers.
Let us create life in laboratory's because there is no creation.
Let us teach of perversion and then bless it.
Let us turn from Him in our sickness's, and embrace drugs.
Let us push youth into deception for, that's an easy number.
Let us introduce them to debt at an early age
Submitting them to 'usury'
Let us tie two stones together that the
people may carry them.
Let us devise all types of distractions, let us remove
The one God from school.
Let us divide the family, that children will not know
One father.
Let us preside over the greatest suicide rates of people ever
And the great teachers and leaders, looked on all they had done and said it is good.
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For marriage is a life promise
And wedding is done just once
Since God has been so gracious
To let you witness this bliss
With his grace and in his pleasure
To day shall ever be a treasure
Marriage is a life contract
Of time of laughter and of the rest
With his love and in his pleasure
Today shall always be a treasure
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For wedding is done just once
With you, family, friends and I rejoice
To Iyabode.
29th July 2017. is her wedding day.
For The Creative Collective Anthology Series -
Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor.
28 July, 2017.
Exodus
Dew-risen art the dawn of life
This life, my passage
Curiosity arrays his patient plight
Against the willy-nilly hours of time
Up and down, side to side
Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave
Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision
Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes
Whether happiness away shall ever come
Murky was night, but this new dawn
Hyacinth and lily on still waters prevail
Wisdom beyond peevish Solomon
The dumb's secret with the deaf is saved
Yet life's candle burns so brief
When hand well-nigh grasped of joy's garment
And all deeds seems reasoning without
Ringing out effigees of great days gone
"So dicephalous art the passage of life
Paradoxical grace of sinful Israelites
O Wilderness of sin!
Two sides defining a coin
So shall man wade this river called life
Coursing, perhaps, from Babylon to Zion
Reluctantly from Egypt to Cannan
Where people that had forsaken sin
Would find solace seeing it again"
I would rather this exodus was never born.
(Afolayan Abolarin)
Hope was mistaken
The destiny is sure
By age all I had was taken
The quest hast always pure;
As isolated as the ruins of Babylon
Tunes I heard was immature-couldn’t dance
Whispered a voice give up not! Carry on
And all desired now in abundance,
Most times we need not what we need
And time only shall tell
Attain not what’s destined with greed
Alas! Humility is appreciated ..all is well;
Today is just yesterdays
Life not a dream we’ve come to stay
Real you yet on the way
O! to regret nothing-in my bed in peace I lay.
The train immortal blazes a path
Through the seasons of Norway, stopping at my doorstep
To unload a passenger, who looks at me,
Then lounges back,
Taking an apple off of my tree,
Talking to the spirits of the wind in a foreign language.
The next train will come soon, I know.
That's the way of life here:
The people come with their black moment-freezers
Touch buttons a few times, sheets lighting up,
Then jump onto the next train back to Oslo.
Thoughtfully chewing on the fruit of many years of labor,
The person yells the only Norwegian he knows into the forests...
That simple "Luftputefartøyet mitt er fullt av åler!"
Tells me, snickering from behind the barn
That maybe this man is here to stay.
The Cougar
How the Rouge Cougar
ruined your life
he killed your father
leaving you an orphan
in your teens
the Lady of the Forest
came to you
giving the power
the Cougar power
it started at age twenty one
every nigh
you transformed
to your hearts wish
your wish for vengeance
upon the one who destroyed
the once cheerful little boy
into a Cougar seeking
your heart for answers
soon they will come
one night the Rouge Cougar
finds you
a battle begins
of life or death
you're left weak and bloody
the Rouge Cougar dies
now you are free
free until you find
the nemesis
is still out there
he did not die
he is now after you
and your new family
Allowing great alembics access over hill and glade and brush and dale of mind and swimming softly through the river running up fantastic meadows speckling valleys round the bay ensconced by lighting strikes and thunder booms across the Roman sky above the Irish ground and all throughout the savage peasant towns of lies of great and small import but all the time of luscious past and pregnant present and the future’s wide embrace of mighty life.
I saw a man who is
insane
whose wife divorced
him
his only son
abandoned him
living a life in a fast
lane
I saw a lady whose
husband
loved that much that
he forgot
his scruples because
of what passed
through his gut
frankly dying with a
wedding band
I saw a girl paralyzed
by a disease
sitting while giggling
as she sentries other
kids
acting the role of
queens and kings
hoping for a miracle
while dying at ease.
A garden fence worn by the weather
The entrance port screaming in the breeze
The paint is peeling off many years ago
Inside the port where it grows timothy
between weeds and dead roots
An old and weather worn houses in the garden
The house has its soul, but no people
A long time ago, a beautiful home
Much joy, laughter and love
in this old house and the uncared garden
The roses are deep red and is a beautiful sight
they creep up the unpainted wall
and cover almost the entire house
A beautiful carpet of deep red roses
There is a forgotten garden that lives its own life
16.08.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.
It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in the web of it
With all the others.
A little mad
With all this exotic experience...
Such a fine young woman,
Bemused and unresisting...
And a little mad,
Like the rest of us.
Huldra
In the green valley
Near lake blue and pink salmon
Lived a huldra
Beautiful in human eyes
But trolls had rejected her
Ugly in their eyes
I heard her desolate song
Saw her shimmering
Blond as Iberian sea straw
Made gold-leaved by the sun
I saw her tail too
And before she charmed me
Sprinted for my life
Since folklore has made it clear
Human and trolls may not mix
Because if they do
The offspring will be rejected
By trolls and human
And for perpetuity be lost
Walking the strand of loneliness
(Huldra, Female Troll in Nordic mythology)
They have bad renomé and that´s a pity)