The Maypole fell out of fashion
Due to a lack of compassion
Invited to bed
"Get knotted!" girls said
"Weaving ribbons is our passion!"
Categories:
maypole, humor,
Form: Limerick
I remember it well.
The feeling was swell.
It happened once a year;
An event most precious and dear.
The fragrance was in the air.
It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky,
There protruded the aroma of summer.
I hasten to say, it was a beautiful first of May.
And presently, I pause with warm affections, to reflect,
To muse upon the emotions that were like no other day.
To us, May Day was like a holiday encased in amusements.
It was time to plait the Maypole.
With coordination and precision, we flowed
With the rhythm of the music as we danced and skipped
Around the pole, plaiting eye-catching bright and bold colors.
They were rainbow colors, filled with life, like those in our hearts.
Oh, what lovely and memorable visions of childhood, so real and vivid.
No selfies or videos, but the pictures are forever painted in our souls.
It's true that life took us away, far from the shores of childhood festivities.
In our career years, we are encumbered with futuristic aspirations, but as
the locomotive of life slows, our minds swing back to the Maypoles of yesterday.
050422PS
Categories:
maypole, childhood, may,
Form: Verse
maypole
betwixt us
brings May flowers ...
honors Wiccan magic
raining
Written: May 11, 2019
Writing Challenge 1 May 2019 Cinqku
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
maypole, may,
Form: Cinqku
Chestnut curls
Bouncing in a six-year-old way
Long fat ones
May Day Maypole magic
Frocks of many colours
Lavenders, blues, with frothy stiff petticoats
Tall white socks to knees
Crisp against flesh legs
Shiny black patent leather shoes
Innocence in a faerie's mind
Each young maid wearing a garland of flowers, mostly daisies
Some violets, holding spring softly in their palms
First grade boys rolling their eyes,
Tired of their bow ties, thinking this all silly
Forced by their mothers and a strict nun of a teacher to participate.
Written: 4-28-2019
Contest: A Garland
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
maypole, flower,
Form: Free verse
Life is a maypole
Where is that pole?
Life is a maypole
Where is that goal?
Life is a maypole
Where is the flicker?
Life as a maypole
Why do we toil?
Life as a maypole
What's my role?
Life as a maypole
Make that call, it's never late
Categories:
maypole, life,
Form: Lyric
Life is colorful,
Bright, vibrant and always fun
For children and fools.
Categories:
maypole, allusion, childhood, joy, spring,
Form: Haiku
The pole stands long and sturdy
at the village centre old
the ribbons lay afloat
red,blue,green and white
some bright and others light
of which people grasp and frolick.
Life is like a maypole
varied paths to take
happiness and sad times
of which it is a part
either vibrant or bland
we hold on no matter what.
©Nadiya (12 Feb '15)
Categories:
maypole, life,
Form: I do not know?
Life is you and me
holding hands
while the earth go's around
each of us you see.
life is like a maypole
if we are strong at heart
with family or friends
we always stick together
until the very end.
life is like a maypole
a simple smile will do
to get each of us through.
life is you and me
no matter what your problem is
don't let go,
just go with God flow-- because
life is like a maypole
Categories:
maypole, family, life,
Form: Ballad
The Maypole is as the Pillar of the community,
Wrapped by ribbons of love.
To be wrapped in love that comes from above;
Is all I am thinking of.
It happens in May the spring of the year;
And by many this festivity is held near and dear.
New birth, new life; the birthing of a soul,
Is represented here by the Maypole.
Mayday, Mayday; new beginnings is on the way.
It all springs forth as a new dawn begins,
And then the Maypole festivities comes to an end.
Around the same time the very next year;
All of the festivities... reappear.
Just as life cycles, so does this day,
I wonder will it ever go away.
Mayday, Mayday; it will never end,
As your life transitions, a new one begins.
Penned 2/10/2015
Categories:
maypole, holiday, international, life, may,
Form: Rhyme
Women, dance around this tall Maypole with colorful strings
and stare into your sweethearts' eyes:
don't they glance back and smile remembering joyful things?
Men, notice the spark on your darlings' faces,
it's a happy event for renewing vows:
start the first day of May without telling lies!
Go around it many times, return to your youth's days
when present was distant from tomorrow,
see all the images come alive as you glow;
pull the string and go forward, look the Maypole swings
as a wheel of fortune that spins at full force...
driving out evils and fears of any source!
Entered in Serene Roberts's contest,
" Life is like a Maypole "
Written on 2/10/ 2015
Categories:
maypole, dance, future, may,
Form: Rhyme
Life is like a maypole
A red frill of romance
wrapped around my soul,
Green of vivid ideas
keeps shaking me as a whole,
Blue of my creativity
as the words rock and roll,
Yellow of my family
is such a magnetic control,
Orange of my heart,
beating beyond control,
Pink, Purples and Whites don't lag
writings on a peaceful scroll,
How colourful am I !
and Life is like a maypole !
Written Feb 9th, 2015
For contest by Seren Roberts
Awarded 2nd place win
Entered for "Your best honest poem" poetry contest by Lewis
Categories:
maypole, beauty, life,
Form: Rhyme
Grab a hold and take a spin
You destiny shall begin
Hang on tight
With all your might
You’ll want to reach
The very end
Pick any color you desire
Red, yellow, pink or even saffire
The pink ribbon sends you flying high
The blue and yellow can’t touch the sky
The dance will begin
And as you spin
Your color will entwine
With other colors of your life to make it so devine.
You will laugh and spin
And do it again
You will fall and cry
And wonder why
Your life is like a maypole
A dance with colors of the sky
This wonderful dance of colors
Entwined with all the others
Is a journey that you must begin
Until you reach the very end
02/08/2015
Categories:
maypole, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
Ribbon as red as blood floating in the air
The blowing wind gives it a bit of a flair
The yellow one beneath it waving the other way
As though it wants to be left astray.
Is not our lives that way I truly envision
Yet looking closely it needs supervision.
The green ribbon twisted to the pole
For this dance this it has no role;
the yellow helping itself up like a newly lit flame
Its stamina is bleak has nothing to proclaim
Our lives struggles with hurdles to jump
We work hard yet our finance always on a slump.
The blue ribbon dancing all the way without stopping
It makes the others jealous others their hearts throbbing;
The virgin white on top of the pole in command
It’s the prolific one it wants to be in demand.
Now I think of my life comparing it to the white
It is quite different, in fact it is completely shite.
I have already entered one for the contest but since I liked the theme I wrote another one.
Categories:
maypole, emotions, life,
Form: Couplet
The dancers weave, their threads are wound;
some gold, some red, some darkest brown.
Their cords (our lives) spun to the sound
of Mother Earth changing her gown.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown;
the ribbons pull us round and round
as Mother Earth changes her gown.
Fine patterns form, colors compound.
The ribbons pull us round and round
while time keeps counting swiftly down.
Fine patterns form, colors compound;
life's tapestry can then be found.
While time keeps counting swiftly down,
the dancers weave, their threads are wound.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown,
in Mother Earth's most changing gown.
Categories:
maypole, analogy, life,
Form: Pantoum
I'll weave my thoughts into dreams of glory.
Just maybe I'll inspire with my story.
This journey long on a pebbled road.
Still the view makes light this uphill load.
Now I see skies of azure blue.
Plenty of beauty to see me through.
Come with me and promenade.
Step out from the gloomy shade.
We shall skip to a brand new beat.
No desolation or defeat.
Fingers of joy cascade from above.
A marvelous dance of genuine love!
written February 7th,2015
Categories:
maypole, beauty, dance, joy,
Form: Couplet
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