In the blue sky, loving blue birds hover close by,
Ducks swim gracefully on the shining lake nearby,
Nature's beauty enchants, as we stroll hand in hand,
On life's path, together, united, we stand.
Willow tree limbs awaken from the wintry cold,
Love blooms like spring fever, a tale yet untold,
Destination unknown, we fearlessly roam,
Arm in arm, my dear, we're building our home.
Pink cherry blossoms, with black marks they bear,
Yet their beauty and grace, my heart can't help but stare,
Emotional highs and lows, our interactions may see,
But your affectionate love, forever cherished it'll be.
Roses smile in the beautiful spring morn,
Dewdrops on stems, emotions they adorn,
Though hurdles may come, our journey won't stall,
Arm in arm, my dear, together we'll conquer all.
Categories:
tagging, love,
Form: Rhyme
I Could Feel His Ghost Just Tagging Along
Why were there white stones arranged on the grave
no symmetry, just haphazard and crying out
as if to say, hey here your good friend lays
and my heart thought, O' yes he always gave.
But that chilly dawn rose up to speak bold
about life, love and freezing icy death
just that downcast thought caught me by surprise
next I felt several thousand years old.
Walking away back to my lonely abode
I could feel his ghost just tagging along
Even heard a few of its swaggering words
Tale tales just like old Jim once proudly told.
That night I fell asleep talking to him.
He was there and laughing, my friend old Jim.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb. 5th 1979
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Note= Old Jim was an old friend of mine back then.
Sure, he drank whiskey every day and made to the age of 87!
I did so miss him and our games of dominoes.
We had our joyful talk that night and the ghost vanished.
Categories:
tagging, art, assonance, death, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
I’m a young boy
A single mother’s son
I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise
I’m a father to a wonderful child
A beautiful wife’s husband
I’m the love in each rain drop of a gentle rain
Nurturing arid hearts with the moisture of my words
Watering seeds of the future with hope
The catalyst for the magic of spring
I’m a teacher
A Painter
I’m the strike of a snake
My fang: a pen’s nib full of black venom
Poisoning compressed cellulose pulp;
The anti-venom: beautiful words
Administered through the ink gracing the surface
A student of verse
~ I am a poet ~
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I was tagged by raul to write a poem that ends with
"I am a poet"
now I'm tagging Elaine George
Categories:
tagging, introspectionbeautiful, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . .
and I'm with them because I am a poet.
(LInda-Marie, I know how you love doing spur of the moment stuff. haha. You are IT. You
have to end your poem with those words, "I am a poet.")
Categories:
tagging, happiness
Form: Rhyme
This poet of choice words-
has given us all much food for thought
Categories:
tagging, food, people
Form: Epigram