Roses has many colors
But it still signifies love
It differs many sizes
But still weight love
No matter what its beauty
It had still thorns to protect
Love had its danger to make
To warns us how much love
To one person has something
To do with self-control
To much love is dangerous
Beauty has warning not get to much
Love is enough to make us happy
Never to the border of lavishness
Anything to much is not good
The thorn of the rose serves as signs
Of warning, offense and defense.
Categories:
variations, character, color, meaningful, rose,
Form: Free verse
each snowflake has a unique take on six
no duplicates. how can this be? says me
then i remember – why not crystal pics?
identical twins differ – same old tree
variation challenges all we see
heads, hearts, arms, legs, eyes, ears – change perceptions
collectives reveal nature’s deception
same pattern – creativity unfolds
communities’ still breathing sensation
no clones but distinctive character molds
Categories:
variations, blessing, community, creation, inspiration,
Form: Dizain
seven variations on the opening line of a senryu
“We seek the teeth to match our wounds”.
Kenneth Tynan
sometimes what we seek
is not necessarily
the final answer
sometimes what we seek
is the unfound, the profound
beyond dreams and hopes
sometimes what we seek
is the truth and nothing but
the awful sad truth
sometimes what we seek
is what we were prescribed
not what we wanted
sometimes what we seek
is bigger than our bellies
bigger than our minds
sometimes what we seek
is a different equation
to age old problems
sometimes what we seek
is inside us all the time
waiting to be found.
27.2.2010
Categories:
variations, poetry, self,
Form: Senryu
Past
prior
knowledge
future
present
unknown
Future
nonexistent
nor
past
neither
present
Present
searches
future
visiting
the
past... !
Categories:
variations, allegory, allusion, appreciation, creation,
Form: Free verse
green grass stretches tall
light, dark shades of rooted growth
in hills of beauty
Categories:
variations, nature,
Form: Haiku
To love is kinder,
differs,
instruments.
Categories:
variations, love,
Form: Haiku
To love kinder,
caresses,
instruments.
Categories:
variations, love,
Form: Haiku
Snowbound roads and cold flatlands Eastern shores blowing Hurricane fans Hot and sweaty in the Gulf Plenty of storms makes you tough
Fires, floods, and smooth western tans
08292018PoetrySoupContest, Celebrity Limerick, Tania Kitchin
7,9,7,7.7
Categories:
variations, america, weather, , western,
Form: Limerick
As I was going to Saint Ives,
I met a man with a serious case of hives!
He asked me to scratch his back and I said, "No Way!"
I quickly doffed my hat and left there straightaway!
Jack and Jill rushed up the hill to fetch a pail of beer,
To quench the insatiable thirst of their papa dear.
Jack fell down and Jill tumbled down too,
Depriving papa of his bucket of brew!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Alas, Humpty Dumpty took a fatal fall!
There was nothing left but a pile of dregs,
Consisting of cracked shells and scrambled eggs!
Mistress Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow, dear Mary?
If you'd weed it and spread some manure,
Perhaps it would grow better, that's for sure!
Hey diddle, diddle!
I saw a cat playing a fiddle,
And another tooting a bassoon!
Then, a cow jumped over the moon!!
No more booze for me at the local saloon!
It played tricks on me and I won't go back soon!
Jack, you'd better be nimble and very quick,
As you take a leap over that candlestick!
Jump high so as not to singe your fanny!
(And why you'd do that is rather uncanny!)
Categories:
variations, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
When occasionally making eye contacts with young girls
That is often that they look away quickly, as they are shy
When making eye contacts with middle-aged women that
Most likely is that we were forced to retreat immediate back
It is always true of that when meeting aging ladies by eyes
In their eyes, I am quite sure that they often look rattling glad
This feeling! ah! Women grow valor, as ought to be said,
While men are accumulating timidity as time goes by
Categories:
variations, age, courage, emotions, me,
Form: Verse
Tiny ships made of flotsam, most remnants of me
I tearfully warp and then carve into poems,
Just words my heart link, dreaming soul is transparent,
That I tenderly launch once again on the sea,
Each bottle containing life’s florid amalgams,
To some perhaps nothing, but my heirs apparent.
Tiny ships that have beauty, just life with no con,
Their cargo perfumed by a morning’s departure,
A seafaring breeze that helps ships leave safe harbor,
Show a trace of their journeys to hither or yon,
The dream of a target like draw of an archer,
Like roses exploring the height of an arbor.
All these ships, bottled soul, that I cast on the brine,
May sea salt, perhaps, preserve past poet’s promise
And tempt other poets to sail past their knowing,
Truly follow their muses, no limits enshrine,
And share God’s creation, shake doubting like Thomas,
Our verses, His echo, all blessings bestowing.
Brian Johnston
October 16, 2016
Haiku like variation...
flotsam constructed
tiny ships in a bottle
float on balmy sea
Categories:
variations, blessing, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
"And now I drink a toast to your coffin.
May it be fashioned of lumber obtained from a hundred-year-old cypress tree
whose seed will germinate this year."
Rob Brezsny
Refrain:
And now I drink a toast to your absence of coffin.
May you become refashioned of organic fibers
gifted from a thousand-year-old cypress forest
whose vulnerable seed will regerminate yet again this year,
and every year to follow
to lead our future
through all past time
of well-rooted trees
born for regenerately crowning Earth.
Categories:
variations, beauty, bereavement, destiny, health,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
1.
grass stained summer feet
dandelion seeds drifting
children spread like weeds
2.
grass stained summer feet
dandelion seeds drifting
Darwin smokes his pipe
3.
grass stained summer feet
dandelion seeds drifting
fittest put down roots
4.
grass stained summer feet
dandelion seeds drifting
butterfly physics
Brian Johnston
December 15, 2015
Categories:
variations, life,
Form: Haiku
CHANGE OF AIR VARIATION
august 1st
there is a change of air
a change of sun
my autumn heart lay dreaming
of golden times to come
august 1st
is there a change of air?
i flip the calendar
breeze blows the old july page
but there’s still summer in it
august 1st
is there a change of air?
yes
it’s a head job
imagining some fall gold
august 1st
is there a change of air?
maybe but
late summer heat continues
bird’s song makes no mention
Dave Austin
Categories:
variations, august,
Form: Tanka
The quite ebony night blew its warm teasing breath---
taunting my wet shining sable skin with a faint coolness.
The paused crescent moon struggled with opaque-like clouds
to dispense sojourning light as it trekked across the sky
towards the self fulfillment of its circadian journey.
All around---within the tree cribbed space,
fluttering little arthropods darted about---
flashing bits of light, as if to impart
pieces of truth the diabolical night offers
to those in the search there of: truth---
the light of the contemplating souls of darkness.
In the precinct of the darkness of night, light lurks---
always on patrol---juxtaposed superior twin:
blinking and winking behind guarded shades.
Thus…wherever darkness seeks to go and abide,
she finds companion light luring from the shadows:
welcoming her to coexist in peace, love and truth.
Soon, these co-habiting twins will usher in
another tomorrow. May God not forget us---
so enlighten us---that we continue to strive to build
a new world order---reflecting peace, love and justice.
Categories:
variations, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Prose Poetry
Related Poems