it's almost like having you here

[freedombecki]

slaying the grass


following rainy days that slipped away
comes time to notice when grass turns to hay
the frittilary butterflies are pleased
landscape endowed with small flowers appeased

capricious nature has lubricious whims
under the wheel crunch heavy pine tree limbs
succumbed last year to drought's harsh wanderlust
as time returns the proud from life to dust

around the meadows, passing Queen Anne's lace
the cheerful image of a lov'd one's face
brings joy to heart and floods the soul with love
sweet tolerance of pearly clouds above

​

 

[pbel]

My neighbor

There is a man called Weddle,
On his bicycle he would always pedal
He lives off society

Never quite seeing sobriety
And he’s still looking
For a place to settle.

 

[freedombecki]

when winter comes early and chilling winds blow
outside neither shelter nor warm place to go
with gratitude given for roof overhead
for bedclothes and pillow to rest weary head
glad heart for the morning and pieces to sew
to give quilts to children with no place to go
may god watch them over and give them true friends
at least they have comfort when brief childhood ends
when parents were rovers who could not retrieve
the names of old friends from ten moves taken leave,
the children moved often; each safe haven's loss
was knowing that rolling stones gather no moss
yet watching the wild birds in clear window view
there's solace for spirit of heart sliced in two
​

 

[freedombecki]

Poem unfinished to date? I'm about to leave one in the next message box, and will be back to revise and rewrite (this thread is to be used as revisionist when you need to finish something later--just copy unfinished work and take it to the next level by adding on in a current message box at any later convenient time).

That way, others may be encouraged to start a piece in the short amount of time they may have momentarily, come back later, and finish up what they started a couple of weeks ago, day before yesterday, last year, or whenever. No expiration date!

This thread is a process thread until you get what you want as a finished work.

May your poetry be a happy process that brings you a lot of happiness and satisfaction.

 

[freedombecki]

My little scrap left to be done later, since I have impingements on my time today. Each line seems to have 13 beats, but it's not Friday, so it may have hope (or not)

It actually started as I was gazing out at the lake, thinking of the Black guillemots that visited in the past, and how I miss them, may never see them again since their breeding grounds are in the arctic circle, and they showed up here almost the entirety of the summer, go figure.. then of the year we visited Canada on the last Luxor Line train trip across the Canadian areas of the continent, seeing literally miles and miles of Canada geese lined up in the October fields to give their young flying lessons for their long annual migratory trek to warmer climates for wintering purposes:
(We moved back home to a small Texas acreage with a large pond 3 years back, to retire from long careers up north where all birds migrate in summer months and leave before the first snowstorms, usually)


In the dark new winter morning as the visions dozed
Were no darkened plots to further death to be disposed
Flocks of geese brave nightime passage where elders have flown
Using all their fat as fuel, keeping courses known

Valiant spirits at the lead point guide the colony
Ever showing wisdom, courage, toward destiny
That grows jungle foods aplenty for the wasted flock
That in mind, they travel forward beating down the clock

 

[freedombecki]

fibromyalgia
cramps contort leg muscle pain
season of screaming

 

[freedombecki]

eyelids are leaden
feet swollen with fibro pain
mean spider bit me


/attitude
​

 

[freedombecki]

upon hard and frozen ground
bare twigs a-breaking lay
where hoven creatures tippy-toed
in manner of field day

no tender herbie flow'rin'
except one bitter bloom
a pale and purple specimen
upon bare earthen tomb

where blew the sweet warm breezes
leaving empty bird's nest?
music's absence, tear flowing
and ears as well bereft

last week my soul was joyful
a-baskin' in the sun
today the clouds stroke cold to mind
spell-casting snub of one

o neither faint nor falter
brave snub and dour disparity
may heaven's angels lift thee
enfolded by love's clarity

 

[freedombecki]

though fingers stiffen
arctic winds coming from north
warmed by loving thoughts
​

 

[freedombecki]

'tis raining

percussion pelts its droll enigma
pounding orders through the wind-torn roof
wrenching winds bringing helter-skelter
blowing reddish shingles puff and poof

now the soft ground in puddles growing
may wash health back to thirsty lake's shore
whenever drained pools perish creatures
nature's love comes to richly restore
​

 

[freedombecki]

when night is dark and wind blows chill
i think of you and it is nil
it warms me up and fills my cup
to know you're sending prayers up

as morning breaks, rain rolling down
and soaking roots beneath the ground
your thought helps me to tolerate
summer's furor to hibernate

on heaven's violins so fine
with good comfort in sweetest whine
that gently falls on downy deep
resplendent rest, morpheus' sleep
​

 

[freedombecki]

mirrored top of lake
shows sky and resplendant trees
apart from muddle

​

 

[freedombecki]

hail thee blinding sun
decimate hoary frost beard
of old man winter​

 

[freedombecki]

placid lake mirrors
blue sky hemmed by bare brown lace
where heaven meets earth​

 

[Nosmo King]

Quite the collection of Winter haikus!

 

[freedombecki]

Thank you, kind sir.

 

[freedombecki]

o glad spring morn of shining sun
that promises a day of fun
already one great egret haunts
the wading pool for hunger's wants
and clouds, frozen, above us fly
by bits of blue from morning sky
the golden grass shows signs of green
although closed flow'rs are yet unseen
resplendant males in colored ware
signal all girls that they are there
whose plumage dull to them is beauty
for showing off is innate duty
life's finest time on antic's wing
for lifelong pleasure sweet souls sing
though pairing off is thought the best
bringing forth life in tiny nest
so that in coming years their joys
will bless us all with cheerful noise​

 

[freedombecki]

warm sun through window
brings heat from chilly outdoors
miraculously​

 

[freedombecki]

unseen fish gather;
mirror lake takes a texture
of schmaltz-frosted fridge​

 

[Nosmo King]

unseen fish gather;
mirror lake takes a texture
of schmaltz-frosted fridge​

schmaltz?!? Chicken fat used as kosher 'butter'. I'd like to think of the unseen fish as lox if my fridge is schmaltz frosted!