My last little poem could very nearly be sung to Bob Dylan's I Believe in You. That's a restrictive form and not as conducive to good lines as regular poetry.
It's similar to his song, Edgar. It's fun sometimes, to write poetry by putting another persons music in your head.
Harbor lights of distance shine
dawning lights to passing time
whistle blows of vessels afar
make you wonder where they are
within the darkness close at hand
lapping waves that touch the sand
unfrozen waters meant to be
gather waves to meet the sea
The sea is one of my favorite topics for poems.
As I floated out to sea
my little boat and me
the motor had no gas
as I rowed with labored gasps
I found I could no more
when I lost a wooden ore
no where left to turn
as the water began to churn
a whirlpool so round
I felt it pulling down
I slipped and hit my head
and woke up in my bed
You must churn up the covers at night, colorbook. He he. Oh, well: Cute poem.
i love the crabs
they dawdle so
with the boney abs
body swung low
the eats they grabs
held up just so
stuffed in jabs
and then they go
Prisoner
PRISONER
By Luella Trumley Doering
Wild wind on the hilltop--
Wild wind on the sea--
Sweet wild wind in the wild sweet flowers,
Thou are brother to me.
Wild bird in the blue air--
Singing bird in the tree--
Winging bird in the summer sky,
Thou art brother to me.
Chant what thou hast ruffled--
Sing what thou hast gained.
Only I, or all wild things,
Only I go chained.
Parable
As I was typing my Aunt Luella's poem, I kept asking myself what the parable was. I don't know her intention, but the vision that kept pestering my brain was menstruation. --- BBB
PARABLE
By Luella Trumley Doering
He, with a steadfast hand, sowed wheat
And I sowed tares.
Spring and summer then were fleet.
And unawares
The harvest season brought its train
Of recompense.
His was a field of waving grain,
Ample and dense.
And mine, ah miracle! The spurious seed
Had put on flowers,
Radiant, crimson, what a crown indeed
For reckless hours.
His golden heavy grain became good food
For all the land.
But mine, alas, my flowers were stench and blood
Within my hand!
A graphic, disturbing vision, theollady.
dole scratch that
kerry sat upon rozinante
his drinking straw of a lance in hand
im going to flow like a bottle of tipped chiante
in a quest to unseat the beastly band
retake control over the hotdog stand
for who controls wieners controls the final ante
so saying he and mount wobbled into the fray
filling the mouth of the beast like gooey candy
Edgar
Edgar, YUK! One never wants to know how sausage or hot dogs are made, do we? :wink:
BBB
One Summer Day
ONE SUMMER DAY
By Luella Trumley Doering
I can remember, how, one summer's day,
From early morning till the set of sun,
(Leaving the tasks impatiently begun,
And climbing up an unaccustomed way,)
I found a place where fitful light and shade
Passed silently across a bed of sand--
I lay there with my need to understand
The chaos and the tumult man had made.
But somehow, thinking so eluded me
That I but felt a deep serene content.
The sobbing earth was but a far off sigh--
Only the sun and shadow seemed to be
Reality. As so this day was spent,
And unconcernedly I watched it die.
Indelible
INDELIBLE
By Luella Trumley Doering
Two things will I remember
More than other things,
When there's but an ember
Of all imaginings----
When I'm old and Beauty
Such as stings me now
Is all grimed and sooty I'll remember how
This white hill confronted
A sky of frosty blue,
With keen edge unblunted,
With fury ever new---
I shall see a white face
Sharp with agony,
Staring sightlessly at space
And eternity.
The first two verses started out as a spontaneous poem but then...I got carried away.
I set sail to a daydream
And traveled by the wind
Sailing 'cross the open sea
To a place I'd never been
I never dropped the anchor
The course was set unknown
Shinning sun always at my back
White sails all full blown
Gliding 'cross the waves so soft
Like a pillow 'neath your head
The dream was in the getting
But I got much more instead
A sun, setting radiantly upon glistened water
Melting a day within its grasp
Dark glossy ocean quietly beckoning
As if its breath was last
I sailed this dream of quiet imaginings
Countless times before
Only to find myself contentedly
On lives familiar shore
As the darkness fell upon the earth
Stars gleaming diamonds bright and rare
I found the vision within myself
The answer always there
In The Hospital
These poems were written following removal of my Aunt Luella's cancerous uterus, just before I was born. BBB
IN THE HOSPITAL
By Luella Trumley Doering
I did not know earth was so dear to me
Until these four walls shut around so tight.
I did not know a green and silver tree,
Wind-shivered, palpitant, with light
And shadow in its heart, could be so sweet,
Until, imprisoned, Beauty passed me by
With garments fluttering and running feet,
And with no heed to my familiar cry.
I did not know your face could mean so much
Till you eluded me in all my dreams.
Till my flesh ached for the accustomed touch
Of your firm hands, till sometimes now it seems
In dozing, that I see you standing by,
And wake with a wild heart and inward cry.
I WONDER
By Luella Trumley Doering
I wonder if I e'er shall find the way
Back to the golden peace of yesterday?
I wonder if this agony and pain
Will ever give me leave to sing again?
I wonder if I e'er can lift my feet
As I once did, to music far and fleet?
I wonder if I e'er can hush my heart
And be of all the happy earth a part?
But most of all I wonder if your hand
Will seek mine when you near Death's silent land?
best choice for the rumble be
the humble bumblebee
dog
your intelligent eyes
connect like a sudden prize
dispelling my lackluster day
together we shall romp
and parade in righteous pomp
until the world smiles at our play
