Short Wreathes Poems
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Mistletoe hung
o’er alabaster Angels
Wreathes of holly
Wrapped round a morose marble God
At times I’m charmed
By thoughts of Gods and Angels…
And yet at other times
I find religion rather odd
USELESS
My friend’s partner is dying
And I can do nothing;
Nothing to help her pain
Nothing to keep her sane
Nothing to help her breathe,
When the wreathes
Start coming.
My friend’s partner is dying
And I can do nothing.
The arches of the rain
Are color wheels, that chain
Like wreathes around the clear
Silver skies so near.
The rainbows tie the blue
Together, in my view.
And for a moment I
Notice God go by.
Infinity is wound
About me, all around,
And then it goes once more,
And I’m like before.
08-09-73
Spellbound life takes dream flight,
magic wreathes charmed longing where fancy shadows sway
in moonlight.
Stardust wand blurred,
swings in weird hands in sapphire bay,
wizard.
Romance
performs ballet
trance.
Spellbound life takes dream flight,
swings in weird hands in sapphire bay,
trance.
When all the rosy ribbons fade
A bloody red to brown,
The military wreathes they made
Are rotting on the ground.
I’m in a hero’s heaven now
With warriors who have died:
A bed of lead that won’t allow
A single worm inside.
Instead of gathering to grieve,
Agreeing war is bad,
You women-hearted men believe:
What fighting fun I had!
A smile cracks my face
can you hear the joy?
Delight wreathes eyes
hidden from your view
fullness blossoms
because of you.
There’s a bounce in my step
can you see the joy?
Longing be not the villain
but the harbinger of delight
when unhidden from your sight.
Because of you
fullness blooms
on the winter stalk
golden forsythia flowers.
his final journey
in a huge black limousine
death comes to us all
the funeral cost
he won’t have to pay the bill ...
grieving relatives!!!!!!
I know the florists
make a 'killing' out of death
no wreathes when I'm gone!
I don’t want any
floral tributes when I die
give me flowers now!
I would much prefer
charitable donations
Hospice benefit!
10/18/18
People of many nations
Rallied to the cause
United in their effort
To end two World Wars.
At the many Cenotaphs
Poppy Wreathes are laid
With two minutes silence
And National respect is paid.
Veterans of all generations
Think of their lost friends
Tears are held back as
Each ceremony ends.
We have kept our promise
Renewed every November
In spite of passing years
We will always remember.
Whispers of the wind rise through my pink hued leaves.
Ethereal evening glow lights the skies.
Raiders of the dusk, hovering on standby.
Walking my way past, I take the dais.
Omnipresent generals in attention stand along with me biased.
Longing wreathes wait on the carved guardians of kingdom mean.
Voyage through the vast unknown is on cards
Either a march to victory or martyrdom I believe.
Salvo of battle cry reverberates unseen.
Lady of the dawn
And angel of the eve
In twilight moments
Thou unfold your wings
Thus, become the one I need
Into nightless weaves
Unto gentle love
Caress breathless 'neath
Morning songs in satin wreathes
Afterglows above
In essence passion paints
Thou lift me up
Higher than a mountain
Over heavens clouds
Further to spread thy wings
Away warfaring flying far
Then to home thy bring
Hand in heart in hand
A man in angel arms
As all the world awakes