Love is found when least expected. … by poet
Rudolph was strolling along a winding countryside lane,
humming a love tune. The clear sky shone bright, and merrily
bright birds were twittering as they flew from tree to tree,
whilst a brook was bubbling as it wended its way
to a river that flowed nearby. Still Rudolph was dejected.
Love, alas, had passed him by. Nature failed to attract him.
Despite his meanderings around the surrounding countryside,
he had not found his soul mate to make his life complete.
He was particular in his requirements, seeking perfection.
Suddenly, he took a different path towards the wide river.
There sitting under a willow tree, strumming a guitar
Rudolph saw the most beautiful woman of his life
Her eyes were closed, but Rudolph instinctively knew
they would be verdant like the grass she was squatting on.
Her golden tresses fell in gentle curls, her red lips inviting.
Could he have found his angel on earth?
Placed 1
Categories:
wended, love,
Form: Free verse
It's a long time ago
that I flew high and thought
that’s like a carrion crow
flying over a deserted plateau
could bring its prey so much woe.
Once I had a rose, a ruby rose,
someone stole it; my death throes.
It vanished like yesterday's snow.
I saw it as a television show
my heart that was so much aglow,
knew you decided to let it go,
like a third-rate picture show.
I wended my way through shadows,
sometimes was lost in meadows
or languished beneath the shady willows.
It was then too late for me.
I lay beneath the ugly Judas tree,
wondering how could he
have stolen my love from me.
But does he kiss you passionately?
as I, a bird of prey, did?
Categories:
wended, lost love,
Form: Light Verse
Perhaps I had fallen asleep
Like Rip Van Winkle
And had pleasant dreams.
Who knows?
All I know I woke one day
In an earthly paradise.
As I exited my room, onto the balcony,
I saw an awesome landscape.
And for all that is good
I have no recollection of the name
Of the place I found myself in.
Cliffs surrounded the little village.
On top I could discern so many trees,
Larches, pines, and sturdy spruce.
Down in the hamlet, grew
Low growing oaks and walnut trees,
Flourishing around dispersed homes.
Down the cliff a river flowed down
And wended itself further down the hill.
The air was pure and birds sang.
My wife called me for breakfast.
I was hungry but loathe to leave
Such a magnificent beautiful scene.
Categories:
wended, water,
Form: Free verse
Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.
Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way.
A small bridge took me to several patches
Where vegetation grew. I could live there forever.
All around I enjoyed the serenity
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon
Rose from beyond the low hills.
How I enjoyed the evening farm food
Where I was invited and then
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.
Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.
Categories:
wended, appreciation, city, endurance, green,
Form: Free verse
She felt old and tired,
Womb heavy with child.
Around, the stately cypress trees
Stood guard, protecting the dead,
And one especially
That lay peacefully in its tomb.
Wind softly soughed
And moaned like muted sirens
That she recollected seeing
In an old magical tome.
Yet no magic could bring back
The lover that had died
Just a few weeks ago.
The embryo moved slightly in its place
As if it knew who rested in the tomb,
And she wondered if the father
Had also moved in his earthly womb.
No tears fell. She left a rose,
Dark violet and perfumed
On the cold marble slab,
Turned and wended her way home
To take care of the one
That would soon be born.
Categories:
wended, childhood, death,
Form: Free verse
As long its walk, moist o'erhangs
This way, that, joint-wended;
As long, you, chill-wetted through
Have, of it, re-stated:
"I doubt this late winter day
Of dullness, redeemably
In a brightness of showing
Any, looked on can be!"
Shake this palely tumbling mass
A pear tree's, musky-full
And tell me, if you are not
Splashed of the beautiful?
Categories:
wended, basketball, beauty, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Anxious Kate
could never be late
Up at 3:30
she began to worry
Got to work two hours early
sat around growing surly
Kate's morning dragged on
with many a yawn
By lunch break
her hands would shake
Her afternoon seemed long
she'd do everything wrong
The last hour Kate skipped
and she got pink-slipped
Plunged into depression deep
Poor Kate couldn't sleep
She couldn't get up early
which really had her worried
She became intent on taking her life
but couldn't find a suitable knife
So, she wended her way to Canterbury, dressed as a pilgrim
where she met a dashing Londoner by the name of William...
Here's hoping this tale has filled your void
next installment you'll find in any tabloid
Categories:
wended, angst, anxiety, satire,
Form: Narrative
“And the stars falling cold,
And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl
Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold
Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl
In the river wended vales where the tale was told”
-Dylan Thomas: “A Winter’s Tale”
***
There where clouds meet road,
Where they kiss their impossible love.
That exact spot where rainbows
Embrace grass, where stars swim,
And sun drowns?
There we shall meet, we will jump,
We will kiss, we will feel our arms
Holding each other.
And we will be happy.
***
April 7, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
wended, feelings, happiness, love, rainbow,
Form: Free verse
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
Categories:
wended, humor, pain, word play,
Form: Limerick
(Re: Old Poems)
Far away on the moor, wind creeps quiet:
When the golden rays fade and the day's gone;
From a nook rustling in the woods of night,
Cries a whippoorwill ever and anon.
Thickets skirting and swirling untill dawn;
She wended her way, swept by Queen Anne's lace;
To be cloak'd by dark waters, heap'd upon
The sweet enchanted blossoms of her face;
The woods dwell in slumber, and shadows hide all trace.
In the bosom of night's darkness, she lay
Hiding behind the drowsy shades of moon;
Once gleaming brook murmurs under the sway
Of her gambols in the roses wind strewn,
Beneath bowers of a magical rune;
A dew spent lingering about afloat,
So shall the bleak wind before it dies soon
'pon the autumn wood, fading in dim note;
And souls lull'd to repose wearing the midnight coat.
(22/4/2013)
(Spenserian Stanzas)
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Categories:
wended, dark, death, flower, girl,
Form: Blank verse
With bent torso, fenced horse Corso,
Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest.
This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent
That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent.
“Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse
With voice tense and hoarse from onerous discourse.
“Endorse a gentle course,
And dissent from one so dense and coarse.”
With sore torso resentment, Corso forewent his horse-sense and sent
Enormous Morse into a torrential watercourse from Trent.
“You senseless, offensive, violent horse,”
Chorused the tortured, drenched Morse.
Yet, Morse lamented and swore to descent his portly content,
As soon as Corso implements his chores back in Kent.
And to mend his sores
From his hell-bent horse,
Reinvented Morse reinforced his orders
By tensing the cords toward extensive fence borders.
With a consenting snort for repented gent Morse,
The contented horse, relented pretenses and wended a short decent course.
For Sheri's couplet contest
Categories:
wended, change, conflict, farm,
Form: Couplet
Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards
With love and a tucked-spear armed
The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended
Heedless, the hostile beasts all around scuppered.
In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening
The sphinx moth the orchid’s love shielding
All perils boldly daring, all around hovering
His sweetheart frenziedly for eons seeking
Never flinching, never faltering nor huddling
Breezes he rode whilst his love whetting
His sweet maiden’s scent to his senses wafting
His wing beats to her fabled nectar guiding.
Categories:
wended, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?