My own personal poetry?

I have a whole bunch of poems I have written--all squeaky clean, nothing objective--and I was wondering if it was alright if I post them here?

Sure!

We normally shy away from the clean stuff, but we wouldn't mind having a look. Post away!

Rob wrote:

We normally shy away from the clean stuff, but we wouldn't mind having a look. Post away!

Very funny!

Okay, I'll get on it right away. BTW, Rob, I just watched a video on youtube that reminds me of you. Nip it!

Simple Pleasures

Simple pleasures around me lie:
Within a vast and emerald land.
I dream of satin in an azure sky
And ivory vessels on the sand.
A whispered voice within the trees
Caressing bark and lonely stem
That murmurs softly through the leaves
Speaks solely to my soul of them.
Of winding paths between the hills
The prints of those who walked before
The bird that perches on my sill
His music that of ancient lore.
What more of God above want I
Than lasting love and sunny skies?

-K. Anne Goodrich

Annie K Ingalls wrote:

BTW, Rob, I just watched a video on youtube that reminds me of you. Nip it!

Wow, that's really lovely, Annie!

Very nice!!

Annie K Ingalls wrote:

Simple Pleasures

Simple pleasures around me lie:
Within a vast and emerald land.
I dream of satin in an azure sky
And ivory vessels on the sand.
A whispered voice within the trees
Caressing bark and lonely stem
That murmurs softly through the leaves
Speaks solely to my soul of them.
Of winding paths between the hills
The prints of those who walked before
The bird that perches on my sill
His music that of ancient lore.
What more of God above want I
Than lasting love and sunny skies?

-K. Anne Goodrich

GREAT JOB SIS!!!!

Thanks, everybody!

Fingerprints

Spots and swirls-a curious trail
Of happiness and strife;
Move on till you find the wondrous tale:
The letter of your life!

-K. Anne Goodrich



The Dream Ship

When midnight strikes the silver moon
And stars do weave a tale
Within the watery silence looms
A soft and silken sail

Its prow of perfect, purest gold
The lines of spider's web
The Dream Ship comes with stories told
To children safe in bed

To Jim of pirates he does dream
And seas of brilliant blue
To Jill her shim'ring sunset seems
Of every colors hue

To little Meg a rainbow comes
To dry the dreary rain
And Ted with joyful strides does run
Down every winding lane

So on she glides across the sea
Of diamond-spotted night
To every child's hopeful glee
And parent's thankful sight

But soon the fiery sun begins
To lift her queenly head
And wakes her children with a grin
From slumb'ring in their beds.

-K. Anne Goodrich

Very nice! I might need your help LOL

Neat, Annie! I like the tight rhythms and the consistent rhymes.

Aaaaaw! Thanks, guys!

Here's a fun one I wrote last month, enjoy!


When My Pen Touches the Page


When my pen touches the page
My brain hits reverse.
And all the settings of my stage
Are ended with a curse!

Instead of castles and garden gates
Or sunsets and saddles
Or gunfire or brilliant escapes
Or rowing boats or paddles
Or elephants or bungalows
Or giant bugs or flowers
Or something in the night that glows
Or morning April showers
Or mountains stretching to the sky
Or aliens from Mars
Or reasons to the question “Why?”
Or prisoners kept behind bars.
Or monkeys or molehills
Or monsters or shooting stars
Or roadways or overspills
Or many other things that are....

While staring at the empty sheet
My mind turns into vapor
And all my images are obsolete
When my pen touches the paper!

--K.Anne Goodrich

Rob wrote:

We normally shy away from the clean stuff, but we wouldn't mind having a look. Post away!

How did I miss this??

Annie, those are really nice! I like the rhythm you have - and I also love the photo you chose to use with your Simple Pleasures poem. It suits it very nicely. Thanks for sharing them. I hope you post more.

Thank you, Savannah!

I've been writing poetry since I was thirteen; hopefully I've improved since then.
Here is a sonnet I wrote last year; although they look very easy they are a pain to write unless you are in the mood....

Star

O shining orbs within the heights
Filling all the darkened skies
With spark'ling diamonds in the night
That dazzle ev'ry mortal's eye
Waltzing on the velvet shores
Weaving in and out of dreams
Reflecting off of ocean floors
And Casting shadows 'mid the trees
Sculpting angels in the snow
Twinkling far in outer-space
Making jewels out of foam
Then vanishing without a trace
Though countless in the sky above
They cannot rival Thy fair love.

-K. Anne Goodrich

Here is my all-time favorite; I wish I had a good picture to post with it, but I'm coming up blank.

Letter To Maida

Little child, dance,
Ope wide your arms
And let your mirth overflow,
As the sky delights you with her falling snow.
Swing round in ceaseless circles,
Casting footprints in the wrinkled sheet
As diamond-like it sparkles about you;
Flashing colors in endless hues.
O Maida, lift high your head
And bless the Unseen for the seen;
Raising tiny, open hands,
In gratitude for home and land.
Let fair Winter her mantle cast
About you youthful shoulders;
Pulling you closer in a gentle embrace
As tenderness blooms upon her lovely face.
So, little child, dance;
Ope wide your arms
And let your mirth overflow,
As the sky delights you with her falling snow.

(Based on the song Cry of the Heart by Michael W. Smith. I just had this picture in my mind of a little girl spinning around in circles with her tongue sticking out to catch the falling snowflakes. )

-K. Anne Goodrich

Wow, Annie, these are really good! Have you been published?

Rob wrote:

Wow, Annie, these are really good! Have you been published?

No, I haven't gotten that adventurous yet; I wouldn't know the first step to take on that.

Here are a few more!



The Winged Queens

When early on a summer's day
I trudged upon the beaten way
A butterfly in fine array
Did glide within a sunbeam's ray
And through the day she followed me,
On lazy day of summer's eve,
But yet, at length, we came to be
At meeting place of sky and sea.

And when the sun had slipped away,
A Luna found me on the way,
The grey-green of her fine array
Was ghostly in that time of day.
Though whether beauty, day or night,
Will give a flash of great delight,
For neither queen of shade or bright
Could choose the hour of their flight.

-K. Anne Goodrich

The Faerie Lass

Mairi MacDonald, I kenned her well
She always had a tale ta tell;
Her head was filled with lassie dreams
Of faerie kingdoms under streams.
Her wild hair behind her flowed,
Her barefoot feet were ne'er slowed;
A butterfly would turn her gaze
And fill her mind for mony a day.
She paid her homage ta a prince
She kenned one day would bare her hence
Ta make her every dream come true
And bring her wonders ever new.
But long it couldnae be unknown,
Her prince would claim her for his own;
Whilst glancing in the wav'ring land
He lured her in ta fill his plan.
Alack! Her mither found her there,
With trailing flowers in her hair
Ta ne'er dance upon the grass
Or speak of special days long past.
The tiny bairn so full of dreams
Her wat'ry grave a tragic scene
For ne'er a tale was sadder than tha'
O' Mairi MacDonald, the faerie lass.

(Based on the book Prince Across the Water by Jane Yolen and Robert J. Harris)

-K. Anne Goodrich

Mona Lisa Secret

What hides behind her smile?
Of this no one has known.
What secrets lie behind that gaze
As penetrable as stone?

What holds her glance? I mused aloud,
But nothing did she say,
Yet something more than just a cloud;
Yes, something held at bay.

Her graceful stance does speak of this,
The Mona Lisa smile
And yet the silence heavy sits
Upon my shoulder vile.

Her carriage held in golden haze
And still she sits as stone.
What lies within that amber gaze
That tells of the unknown?

-K. Anne Goodrich

Annie K Ingalls wrote:

Rob wrote:

Wow, Annie, these are really good! Have you been published?

No, I haven't gotten that adventurous yet; I wouldn't know the first step to take on that.

I have to believe there are lots of poetry websites that would be a perfect fit for your work. And of course poetry message boards, where you can get feedback from other poets.

I think these latest ones are really good, too!

We have a poet on the prairie! Love them!

Gin wrote:

We have a poet on the prairie! Love them!

Wow! I love the enthusiasm, Gin! Thanks!

I've had to explain this next one so many times, so I'll go ahead and tell you what it is about. I had this thought while watching the The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers during the rainy battle scene at Helm's Deep: a storm is a whole lot like a battle. This poem pretty much wrote itself.

The Battle of the Skies

A valley green,
An azure sky,
A passing cloud of fleecy white.
A sunlight beam,
A songbird's cry,
A soothing breath before the night.

A shrill of horns,
A far off flare,
An army of impending black.
A hail of thorns,
A silent dare,
A hurl of violence attacks.

A sudden rush,
A flash of steel,
Soldiers dropping left and right.
A rapid crush,
A banner reels,
Another victory for the night.

-K Anne Goodrich

This one is just a goofy thought about constellations

Orion

His gaze was held upon the vast and ancient sky
And answered with this one reply
I’ll go and fetch the crescent moon
To make my lady fall a swoon
For then I’ll truly have her hand
And weep no more upon the sand

He left his sweetheart and his home
And placed his feet upon the stone
He mounted high on Everest
And stood upon his mighty crest
Yet still he could not reach the cold
And aloof island high and bold

He found the hidden stairs above
And flew upon them like a dove
But when he reached the ending stair
He met a great and mighty bear
It sank its teeth into his arm
Yet dealt its foe-man no such harm

Orion took his sword and shield
And sliced the air with deadly steel
The wild beast with tooth and claw
Held death under his mighty paw
Yet here it met a cunning foe
Who dealt a swift and perfect blow

And fleeing thus from beast and man
Orion searched the mighty span
Of ancient halls of azure stone
He found the orb of earthen bone
Engraved by Hallowed Hands of old
And raced to make his dreams unfold.

He dodged 'tween Gemini and past Draco
Hid from Hydra avoided Virgo
Flew on Pegasus and marveled
At all the mighty halls of marble
Till there before his waking eyes
Lay his long awaited prize

He set his finger on the moon
And brought upon himself this doom
For anyone who puts his hand
Upon that high and ancient man
Will never stand again on earth
But make the sky his only birth

So there he glides upon the seas
Of mythologic birds and beasts
To never tread the downward stair
Or see his only maiden fair
To him his high and lofty perch
A product of his foolish search

-K. Anne Goodrich

Like 'em!

So I've been gone for a while, but I'm back now.

The Forgotten

Those who once rode forth in pride,
Their hair about their shoulders flew.
Where now their crimson flow they gave for glory's sake?
Who now keeps watch upon the deserted walls of men?
Not they.
The shattered lands find them not.
For the earth hath laid them under mounds of jade
Where they sleep with forefathers fallen long before their time.
Upon the breast of their mother they slumber,
Unknown to their descendants.
The grandeur of their hallowed halls and soaring towers
Now crumble in ancient tales untold to lesser men.
Under the weeping skies sword, shield , and armor
Fade, decay, and become dust;
Thus that which was now dissipates.
Those once wreathed in honor lie forgotten
Beneath the cares of an older world.

-K. Anne Goodrich

This next one is the second or third poem I ever wrote. I kinda lost the first one. Oops. Hehe

Time

When life was grand and full of right
And laughter sprang from youthful lips;
When darkness fled and so did night,
The grass caressed her fingertips.

The waters ran like molten gold,
And stars like crystals shone with light,
In skies of velvet slowly told
The many stories of her plight.

The darkness loomed and time moved on,
But beauty lingered in the earth,
And nobles fell on knees to fawn;
Love flung herself to drink and mirth.

The nightfall came the shadows grew,
And fear with doubt corruption stained;
When dragon monsters grossly strewed,
The many joys and pleasures maimed.

A figure stands within the mist;
The light once bright has now been dimmed,
A face once filled with love and bliss,
Now plain and weathered is condemned.

-K. Anne Goodrich

Song o' Culloden

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
Went the clothes upon the board
Trista McPherson kept busy ta burstin'
When Tam went off ta war

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
The water got inta her hair
She'd followed his step ta the door as he left
Till she couldnae see him nae mair

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
Went the feet inta the stream
As the faithful o' heart left their hames an' embarked
On a journey o' hope ta redeem

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
Spewed the blood upon the dale
When Bonnie Prince charlie flew hame in a hurry
O' mony a guid lad twas kill't

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
Roll the tears upon her face
Fer her Tam is now gane like the new risen sun
Leavin' only a memory's trace

Scrub, splash, fold, plash
Where now lay the fallen an' slain?
On the Fields o' Culloden lay mony a guid mon
An' there 'till the end they'll remain

-K. Anne Goodrich

Wow, Annie, excellent! I think I like the first one best.

You have an amazing gift for language and rhythm.

Same here Annie; I like the 1st one too the best!