Like stubborn fat
Grieve on unrequited love
Wake up, childish brat.
Categories:
willowing, change, cheer up, courage,
Form: Haiku
Riding on the wind
Whippering, willowing call
Bob White's lone love song.
Categories:
willowing, bird, desire, longing, nature,
Form: Haiku
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught in my wide eye that week —
the bubbling serendipitous freak.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Wraparound fence a lá wisteria blooms.
Honey and carpenter bees, hornets zoom,
‘round about its heady-cocktail’d perfume.
All aboard the buzz of springtide costume.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening
Spring is a-leaping and lording
raising a poet’s pulse, an unpreventable affording
of contentment—
sickness of singing feathers, courting
unforgettable fetters
of magical colors, supporting
one’s cause for rhyming
hypnotic, its timing…
3/31/2021
Categories:
willowing, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
An
ideal
party guest
for Halloween
probably be dead
haunting the dining room
luring meek to the attic
whispering creepy melodies
to absorb dense atmospheric fog
desperately willowing all night long
Categories:
willowing, death, halloween,
Form: Etheree
ABLAZE, INCREDIBLE MUSE
RADIANT AND OVERPOWERING
YOUR GLEAMING YELLOW
INVIGORATES ME
AS YOUR RAYS EMBRACE MY SOLITUDE
GOLDEN BOY
THE SUPREME STAR
YOUR BRIGHTNESS OVERWHELMS
RISKING OVEREXPOSURE
FROM YOUR HANDS OF GLOWING FIRE
YOU ARE THE SUN
AND I AM THE MOON
DARK AND FORBIDDEN
SLEEPY-EYED ENCHANTRESS
HIDDEN FROM THE DAY'S CRUEL GLANCES
MILKY WHITE AND EVERCHANGING
A BEACON IN THE DARKNESS
YET I'M WILLOWING IN MY DIMNESS
ALONE IN THE ENDLESS NIGHT
YOU OVERSHADOW ME
ALWAYS BYPASSING IN THE CHAOS
WE SHALL NEVER MEET.
Categories:
willowing, crush, love,
Form: Free verse
To'ed true love i desire,
A willowing in the myre,
Forever a'lingure in the fire,
The fire of myn desire
Categories:
willowing, april, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Who Hath Seen My Brother
Who hath seen my thee brother more?
Someone who seeks broad things at night
Then sitting fleetingly at his very door!
His hair flauntingly willowing in the wind
With fumes of poppies swaying in slight
Thy brother is a sturdy sound kind of knight!
He may doth thus seek, scurry and find
A damsel in destitute of circumspect
Let not fear of her dour respect, respect.
Think not of her beauty's musical too
While at night the weeping willows say
A touch of stubble plains of rosy hue!
Wile doth men play violins on this breezy day
Sometimes like a whisper thou dost keep
Please hath not wake up my many sheep!
For sleepy music is laying at my door
Who hath not seen my thee brother more
My brother may have to find a beauty by score!
Written: June 1, 2014
Sherri
Categories:
willowing, absence, brother,
Form: Rhyme
A spent mind, drowning in a pool of detest
Plunging to the depths of no return and a future uncertain
The decaying end of a darkness consumed, until the light comes streaming in
The ambassadors of hope incessant, knock on the familiar doors of perception
Echoes of a distant past come willowing in, greeting the grim voices within
The grey mundane calls to close them, the deceitful can try again
But wait, a gleam of green and pink in the distance, oh weary eyes are you mistaken?
Look at those fields of infinite ambition, and above those tapestries of salvation
Take a step, the chains loosen, maybe the encumbered have forgiven
Despair fades, a new dawn beckons
Let this not be one of those dreams
Categories:
willowing, adventure,
Form: Imagism
( ROMANCE SECONDS ME )
In your old age you too are trailed romantic,
Adolescent, manhood, triangle, -the tricks.
Love in any form is a romance,
It is either an intoxication or trance.
When romance says you good bye,
…Love from your life by itself flies..
When I write a poem, -I cry,
I had tried, I failed, I try.
Your beauty your hello lips,
Mellow voice, willowing-cave,
Youthful shape, flash in my tape,
When I paint, -the Eye –romance,
The eternity peeps, and dances,
I say, simply, it is a romance.
Shakespeare for the Dark Lady,
Turned romantic and shady,
Tagore, -swam in Labana’s lake,
He, you, and me, assume fake,
A little bio-scope-romantic sake.
Is my birth for some One’s romance,
Between Time and Nature, -a romantic play,
Am I one of Every man’s humor?
With each change of transient –clay.
My God is romance incarnate,
And the Fate I tackle is so,
Romance seconds me where ever I go.
Categories:
willowing, romance,
Form: I do not know?
They say deep in Cauldron skies secrets fly
With swamp waters near , fallen angels gathered here
With tempest pain the human rises from waters depth
Secert still Bayou kept
The secrets lie with Medusa
She breathes the lovers so deep
Within her arms lariats she keeps
In the blackened depth many man will travel to her desires
To sunset sunrise she will wild your passions
She willowing make you liars
Her hair combed in seas light, all travels to her each sensual twilight
Take warn to ye alone! she will find you in place
She will charm her way to your heart, as you glide to side
She will ingest all your lifelike body
Feed you in the morning to her soul
Categories:
willowing, butterfly, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Blue blood of royalty, journey unleashed
Descendant of earth and African chiefs
Princes of honor, princes of light
Gentle forbearance, glorified knights
Emperor’s gentlemen billowing praise
Love filled lungs willowing grace
Breathing its blessings upon the tribes
Bleeding its conscience on graphite inscribed
Coherently soldiering ethnic pictures
Innately shielding their ethic scriptures
Fighting for peaceful inaugurations
Conquering war while dying for nations
Categories:
willowing, black african american,
Form: Couplet