Favorite poems - Hello Poetry

Apr 2015

Sonja Benskin Mesher

once a hayloft, above the stable.

this was a meeting place. we cleaned

the upper room ready, removed winter

detroitus, hummed latin verbs, generally

was busy.

all is washed and cleaned ready.

everyone is refering to easter,

sun day april fifth.

sbm.

Apr 2015

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. preparing the way .

check the task, ready the mind.

let thoughts mellow and compute

nicely. we will be all ready on the day.

we have a plan, whilst gratitude guides

us. nothing is necessary, except

collars and socks.

some will understand,

while others will not.

it was a hay loft, converted

now, the upper room.

listen.

sbm.

Apr 2015

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. buckets .

what about this list,

to do it before you die,

well as she said, you probably

can’t do it after. some may disagree -

another belief. we try not to judge,

yet that bucket was not worth

five pound, so i offered two.

old, too enamoured to be

used for rhubarb.

i shall search for another.

there is an old galvanised bath

in the garden.

sbm.

Apr 2015

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. failing .

feel you are failure, look

at what you have done.

look to the seeds, the growth,

read desiderata and know

we are all mostly much

the same.

sbm.

Mar 2015

wordvango

all the leaves are snipped

and all the baby crickets chirp
I got the daisies planted and then appeared
numerous
red black bugs
swarming the daises the elderberry bushes
the crickets just watched all the festivity
like who are they they are not me
that is cricket talk
especially when young
and the boxelder bugs in
swarms respond
in red black harmony of numbers
it is we the red black bugs of sap suckering
I chuckled
the crickets responded
by rubbing their back legs together
almost like
applause

Mar 2015

wordvango

golden hair

could I ever explain
will any words you transpire
will any alphabet portray
to you rose bush why
why I must take the flower from your stem

what beauty what wish
could make me **** one
to honor another?
Yet, ways of love what
may I give in forgiveness, thorns?

Dear, oh dearness growing
an honorary a remembrance,
may I return her here,
for you to understand her glory,
prettier than growing alone,
is your flower
adorned her golden hair,

Mar 2015

wordvango

Vitruvian man

measured in
correlations
as four
cubits makes him
to me is equated with
the length of outspread arms
of a woman awaiting
him.

Mar 2015

CA Guilfoyle

How you miss me

When finally quiet comes
the long pain of night's trudge
the unmasked soul dredge
swift an arrow, piercing
when friends have all gone
in the silent dark before dawn
this is when you
miss me.

Mar 2015

Kelly Rose

She Loved Quietly

Her's was a quiet love
filled with love letters
moonlight
and roses
His was a fiery love
filled with danger
rough kisses
and a certain violence
He gave her
the warmth she craved
through his fiery passion
without singe
She gave him
a cooling calm
soothing his ravaged soul
with her gentle breeze
Unlikely pair?
Most definitely...
But what a balance
they achieved
He was her fire
She, his cooling breeze*

krs
3/26/2015

Mar 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

I should converse more with my son

I should converse more with my son
stop him recede wider from me
should lose no time to hold him strong
we haven’t exchanged much recently.

Our morning tea must find me a way
to draw him to talk and look at my eyes
seize I must some time every day
so I succeed after a few failed tries.

Our dinner shouldn’t pass silently dull
but spiced with jokes and diary of the day
must break laughter the hardening lull
and ensure on the table a longer stay.

I should converse more with my son
grab all the time could be together
days are shorter and crying to be gone
but the bond we leave must be worth a treasure.

Mar 2015

Jayanta

Shifting baseline syndrome

When my grandfather starts his career
He was engaged in field to measure and tilling of land
To get return out of it;
Once he said, ‘my father use to visit river every morning
To gather something for the day”!

My father, use to travel on bicycle
From village to town in morning and back home in the evening
He fetches his substances to support us!

When I start of my own
Migrated from village to town then from town to city,
Derived sustenance,
Up bring all whom I care!

Now my son
Prepare to migrate from city to megalopolis
To gather gen, awareness
To make an understanding
and to navigate in the ocean
towards placing himself on a marked point!

Mar 2015

Joel M Frye

She's ******* right now....

teasing sweat
from every pore
of your body
you writhe against
invisible bonds
your limbs held
by my voice
and sensation alone
I will torture you
gently with sweetness
till you vibrate
and ring out
like a struck gong