Stones Poems

Stones

Stones splash, splash
On the surface of the white snow waves of the sea
With horrendous, horrible hope
That whirls, whispers and whistles
The sonnets of love and belonging. 

Belonging, believing, love,
Such disease!
Disease with no cure,
Yet 
The terrible ailments are described as something so pure. 

What are stones to do?
The stones who splash. 
Don't they know what hope could

STEPPING STONES

May we be blessed wherever we travel in life
through states, countries and time zones…
to be able to turn any predicaments we face along the way
from predicaments…into stepping stones.

Dancing To The Stones

I love to dance to the music of The Rolling Stones, 
one of the longest-running rock bands since the sixties.
The band’s music is raw with energetic blend of blues,
rhythm and blues, rock and roll and baroque rock or pop.

Slow dancing to the ballads of Angie and Wild Horses
let me bring out the emotional depth of

The Rolling Stones ain’t no clay !

Sponsor: Oliver Mckeithan  
Rolling Stones Song Titles : 16 lines 
submitted : 17/7/25
Placed 1st in Contest 
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ANGIE, my devoted dark Love

really and truly I don’t want you

UNDER MY THUMB 

it hurts us both as you

PAINT IT BLACK~  makes me wanna hack 

freedom’s our choice, our soul’s ardent desire

 YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT

A Flashback: The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones,
a prominent singer of ANGIE

“UNDER MY THUMB,
the girl who once had me down”

He may wish to create a portrait,
and PAINT IT BLACK

When people make wishes,
He says “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT”

It’s autumn now,
TUMBLIN DICE here and there

When going to barn,
WILD HORSES seen afar

Being in an odd town,
HONKY TONK WOMEN lived there

Each

Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about Winter 2

Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. 

Mushroom-gathering,
rushing to beat
cold evening rains.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Ceremonious
hailstones
assail my hinoki hat.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Caught hatless
in a winter shower?
So it goes.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

How

A Family - The Stones

Sponsor	Oliver Mckeithan  Contest Name	Stones Poems.  6/7/25
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WILD HORSES would not tear me away from you sweet one.
ANGIE our family is complete now we have a son.
They say YOU CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT, but that's not true.
You are my HONKY TONK WOMAN and I need you.
TUMBLIN DICE fall just the right way holdin

Stepping Stones Standing

step stones across stream
look easy to pick and tread
some were raised upright
wanting to be idolised ~
as landfall stands for the soul

Stones

ANGIE Tuesday kept singing
You are UNDER MY THUMB
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT

Her sister RUBY TUESDAY
Tended to WILD HORSES
With three HONKY TONK WOMEN

It was a normal morning
Until Bill, better known
TUMBLIN DICE rode home at speed

Bill had rode with a great news-
The ROLLING STONES band was
visiting Neighboring town

All folks rushed out and out
Town was empty

Stones

What is the stone for, Jacob?
Surely the Lord is in this place,
But I did not realize it!
I saw His stairway in my dream,
This is the Gate of Heaven!
I will set this stone as sacred,
And pour oil on top of it!
It is Bethel, the House of God, 
And the Lord will become my God!

Why these stone

Stones for Skipping, Stepping, Sliding

I stood on edge of stream
crystal clear and cobbled,
with stones jagged and rough,
smooth flat and rounded.
How could this rumbled jumble
or rocks and gravel have got there?
Which stone was tossed and thrown?
Which was skipped there by tiny hands
trying for eight skips or more?
Which was placed strategically in
a row of stepping stones for dry-feet
to cross the stream

Stones

I have always loved The Rolling Stones and their song ... ANGIE,
speaks to my soul of love lost, kisses whispered, and letting go.
Their song UNDER MY THUMB took me to a place of pain, 
where I was treated like a pet, abused, silent, I kept my thoughts.
PAINT IT BLACK reminded me of times in my

All My Friends are Dead

After "the ritual" by Olivia Gatwood

everything about this song is red,
your wallet is brown,
the brown a burgundy
and the burgundy’s chalice
has gold to dazzle
rubies, carnelian, sard
precious, semi-precious, the same-
all the same, feel the same
when you hold the cup to livid lips
and send them on their merry way
bumping into the ugly ridges
of a throat lodged 
with stingy

A STONES POEM

ANGIE
 my RUBY TUESDAY
a HONKY TONK 
WOMAN
still
UNDER MY THUMB ?
YOU
CAN'T ALWAYS GET 
WHAT YOU WANT
oh  TUMBLIN DICE
amongst
ROLLING STONES
will you not
PAINT IT BLACK
pulled by
WILD HORSES!

Stones in My Dancing Shoes

OH ANGIE my beau in morning light,
We've rocked on all through the night.
UNDER MY THUMB, our love still burns,
Rolling dem stones to what she yearns.

PAINT IT BLACK, let's sing the tune,
Let it play from dawn to noon.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,
But it sure pays to taunt and flaunt.

Let's toss the TUMBLIN' DICE again,
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