by chris bowen |
pretty little cousin girl
sheer dress,pressed against
by A K Das Mridul |
lost, love hurts,
Tide of river and love of woman,
Exhausted me to make a nomad,
Had ceased the flow of life,
After thirty years of acclivity-declivity,
Hath merciless allegation to the river
And mind with woman.
Oh, aggressive river,
So mighty hungry you got!
Robed the last sign of my homestead,
What bygone takes you in that killing revenge?
Heavenly peace made my childhood to youthful days;
You robed the last memento!
Only survival is that innocent heart…
Take, I give you that innocent heart,
Keep carefully, if you can’t;
Break it into pieces,
Turn all a bloody tinge you bloodthirsty witch,
Get fulfilled your ever thirsty desire!
by J.L Chandler |
love, money, women,
Sofia’s love was like a viking as she tore apart
She grappled with her demons as she swept each basking heart
A gangster fairy tale betrothed upon her arm
A fleeting evening and a trip out of the dark
Four hundred dollar bills as token of your love
The glamour and the fame; the glitter and the game
If one could bear the grime and snare
Of the homestead that she came to bare
You would still pay for her charm
by Robin Carretti |
fate, feelings, home, nature, sweet, sweet love, visionary,
Sweeter* than* wait I am starting
to melt like a____?
Scarlet Movie Oh! I don't give a
The Milkman versus My Breadman
How can I decide I feel I am
going to faint
Such a quaint picnic was
My biggest fan
My Mother, I Luv U
Going public like a stand up comic
All stereotypes happiness
is a warm bread
Any way you slice it love it
Even going out of our head
The war going on
War of hearty bread
Be my *Grand Slam
Butter my lips on the homestead
by Seren Roberts |
He stands at the brow of the hill
Looking down what was once was his homestead
Til the predators came along
Took his family, he found them all dead
Now he watches them each day
To see how, what and when these men behave
He is heavily armed, these men will pay
The price for their ruthless killing wave
He stealthily walks down the hill
Gun on his shoulder ready to fire
He is here to kill
Their lives must now also expire
The sight of his dead family fills his brain,
Just tossed aside not respected
Has deadened his heart …totally alone
life and love he has rejected
by Stephen Parker |
I would in deed thee truly wed
Token drops of blood for you bled
Lavish garlands at your feet spread
Kneeling at your feet all pretense shed
Vow that by virtue and fealty be led
Each promise proofed and carefully read
Barter my name in your stead
Banish all pretexts; to self dead
A humble leader not trite figurehead
In your footsteps softly tread
Feast on your hospitality; in your graces bred
Share your trials; vanquish your dread
Cultivate your esteem; nourish your bed
Furnish your homestead; provide your bread
by Emile Pinet |
beautiful, city, destiny, emotions, feelings, how i feel, imagery,
I was brought up as city folk through and through
used to luxury of expensive hotels.
And I was both cultured and pampered, that’s true
fond of the best steaks and oysters on half shells.
But I fell in love with the country in you
and before long I was hearing wedding bells.
Moved to the homestead and watched the pigs fatten
a combination of burlap and satin.
Burlap and Satin - Poetry Contest
by Jo Bien |
take your hat off cowboy
sit down and rest awhile
you've been on the range too long
where is that winning smile
I know you worked up a sweat
from riding this old homestead
lay down and rest awhile cowboy
you can put your boots under my bed
lay your head down on my breast
let me wrap my heart around
let me take your cares away
let my stroke your tired brow
let me hold you with my arms
stop the worries from coming down
let's make love until it's light
and the daylight does surround
by Line Gauthier |
appreciation, color, home, life, nature, uplifting, work,
Where love reigns on the homestead,
everything purrs as it should.
Topaze sunlight pouring over emerald fields -
grueling days followed by serene nights.
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Submitted on November 15, 2019, for contest COMPLETE THE POEM – IN THE ABSENCE OF COMPLICATION sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
by Sonia Walker |
family, mountains, nostalgia, sad,
The mountains are calling me back,
determined not to give me slack.
Windy road leads me to the place
which is emotional to face.
Summers spent at the old homestead,
Nanna would bake her tasty bread.
Red and white gingham curtains hung
on paned windows where they were strung.
The old picnic table stood in the back,
meals were served with love and no slack.
A tire hung on the oak tree,
hours were spent swinging with glee.
Bitter-sweet thoughts hit so rough,
family gone and it is tough.