Earth, a planet under siege,
Longing to be freed.
She was once free as the wind.
That is, until in came sin.
Earth is not realing and deteriating
Merely because of man's abuse.
And she's not crying from overuse;
But rather, she longs to be redeemed;
To be restored, revived and renewed.
Indeed, her time for such is overdue.
Environmental reveiws will not restore.
Decellerating commerce will not cleanse
The earth of its polution and toxins
Any more that the blowing winds.
Earth patiently waits to be made new.
But the restoration must first come
From its many waywardly inhabitants.
Like mortals, earth longs for change.
Until then, we wait with prayer, patience,
And live our best with love and purity.
Categories:
waywardly, earth, environment, pollution,
Form: Couplet
Inspired by Bob Dylan's 'Blowing in the Wind'
Our journey takes on different roads
we make our choices and our beds
no rest for the weary till we're all dead
Time is not our faithful ally
its intentions waywardly dubious
yet fate lays here in our hands
Don't pretend you can't hear the many cries
they're right outside your door
blow the whisle sound the horn
You can't keep turning a blind eye
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 20, 2025 to contest DYLAN SONG TRIBUTE sponsored by OLIVER MCKEITHAN - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
waywardly, faith, journey, time, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard
Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been standing all along right beside you.
Trudging thru swamps of desolate despair
Scream to heaven how life isnt fair
Wondering why it always seems no one cares
Then casting the blame where you shouldnt even dare.
Barely breathing crippled within
You know you are almost to the end
Having lived your life completely in sin
Still its not too late if only the knees could bend.
Look up this time when your to weak to speak
Pray to the one that you seem to only scream
Ask Him for deliverance and ill promise you this
That life still may not be a bubbly mist
The cruelness wont leave you'll still be within the abyss
But I promise that He will deliver you this
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Love in abundance
Understanding
Guidance
And after all of this
Heaven
Categories:
waywardly, faith, future, god,
Form: Rhyme
Wild women of Woolie Woods of Oakie Snout
Whispering wise words within and without
Whimsical wisdom with wishes whisking waywardly
We mortals held back, observing but giving space, willingly
Whatever they were saying was well above my head.
Warlocks would wonder what Woolie Woods said.
Wishing and wondering, we held back, a bit in awe.
A tiny bit afraid of the Woolie Wood Witches of Arkansas.
Categories:
waywardly, women,
Form: Rhyme
Strange are Lord’s ways to punish,
The folks have to learn with polish.
When torture reaches the climax,
God reveals His power max.
Let’s be flora and fauna friendly,
Avoid all our ways savagely.
When we wander waywardly,
When we whine wildlife weirdly.
History repeats without mercy,
We face situations turvy-topsy.
Worship Nature and pamper much,
So that we’ve safe life such.
Or else the Omnipotent bestows His Corona virus,
To all the mankind 'CARNIVOROUS'..?!!
Categories:
waywardly, angel, angst, appreciation, art,
Form: Sonnet
in the pursuit of shadows
i found myself lost in darkness,
then you came along
shining your light so I could see
ensnared in a cobweb of despair....
the more I tried to break free;
the more entangled I became,
then you came along
and helped pry me loose
my heart, adrift, floated waywardly
from sea to sea in search of a safe harbor,
then you came along
and made it a home in yours
my faith, at the mercy of the wind;
a leaf blown every which way,
then you came along
and anchored it to the ground
Categories:
waywardly, appreciation, blessing, for her,
Form: Lyric
willowy billowy daydreams
whirlwind of playful fantasy
worshiping mystical moonbeams
waywardly sailing on a sea
warm starry midnight serenades
welcoming beckoning mermaids
whispering invite warm extremes
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 9, 2018 for contest PLEIADES sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
waywardly, dream, fantasy, moon, night,
Form: Verse
Whimsically
Whacky
Wonderful
W
Whether
We
Would
Willingly
Write
Wee
Wisps of
Wisdom
While
Wishful
Wanting
Wanders
Waywardly into our
Writs of
Writing.
Whimsically
Wonderfully
Whacky
W, you are so
Worrisome!
Categories:
waywardly, poetry, write,
Form: Alliteration
Foot after foot each stride unto peace
waywardly silent chasing the sunbeams.
Delving deep rooted to hedgerow low
farther from tumult the further I go.
Diving for cover and driven in sorrow,
ambling vacant through depths of dead leaves.
Submerging from strife and a fierce mire of wrath.
A surging relief as I tread this lost path.
Categories:
waywardly, adventure, life, people, uplifting,
Form: Light Verse
we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like a greek fountain, and it is beautiful
The world will become drunk from the passion of his lips
and his mind works like a metradome patiently moving forward
he speaks of prophets
but what is a prophet other than an inspired man to bring forth inspiration
and a positive new direction to the waywardly blindfolded populations
Brainwashed from misinformation
I am awestruck in this moment, because here, where the river flows it's life saliva
and the fallen leaves float effortlessly to the ground
I realize that this is a moment, where a person has found peace within themselves.
Categories:
waywardly, art, friendship, nature, passion,
Form: Free verse