What was the best moment (memory) from your past (again, far past or near past, it doesn’t matter!)? Best friends could qualify here!
Alternatively, find synonyms for the word “best.” Use your three finest (there’s one) choices and include each of them, one per stanza, in a three stanza poem.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
MY NEW NAME, by Walter J Wojtanik
A coffee mug green and gray,
A little token with a lot to say.
On reading it I earned my fame.
It read, “Grandpa is my new first name!”
Awesome! Grandparenting is the BEST!!
nothing better!
Aye!
Walt, these moments of joy will continue to pile up until you find yourself standing on a mountain of joy.
Beaming all the way across the lake! ❤
This is so sweet,Walt!
Morning, all! Thanks for another great prompt, Walt!
CREAM OF THE CROP
The garden of friendship is filled –
each friend a glorious blossom of love –
annuals and perennials all flourishing together.
Like a parent, I try not to have favorites –
each has their unique qualities and essence –
but, the best of the best, while humble in stature,
shines brightly – ever-giving, ever-present –
our friendship planted as children,
nurtured on respect, kindness and admiration,
unconditionally growing through the weeds of life,
strengthened by the winter of the soul,
blossoming year after year in the sunshine of sister-love.
No better direction to take it than from worst to best, Linda. A beauty of a poem you’ve offered here. That kind of friendship/sister-love is worth being the best of which to write.
nothing as special as a life-long best friend
Amen
Oh, wow, Walt, great happiness indeed!
And Linda, lucky you! What a lovely tribute!
As a father of two daughters I know now more than ever how true the live is between sisters. This is a full wide view of that blessing, Linda.
Lovely, and amen!
This is a heartfelt, loving poem that I completely relate to. I love that you refer to a garden of friendship.
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And Then Some
She is at her very, very best
when I am at my very, very worst.
I came to her a tangled string,
she patiently, steadfastly, worked to
straighten me out, even as I
held fast to my unhappiness,
clinging to anger, shame, remorse.
Now, nearly fifty years on,
I have fallen in love many, many times
Always with her,
my caretaker,
my protector,
my advocate,
my Earth Angel,
and I know to a certainty,
I will love her forever.
And then some.
sigh – I love the line, “I came to her a tangled string”
Indeed
My favorite creative line as well.
Daniel, your love for each other shines in your poems, and in your eyes. WONDERFUL.
Sounds like she won! And so did you. 🙂
Yes. I agree w Candace, love “the tangled string.”
And then some is perfect, a love should be. Surely, since you’re guided by the Purest Love from above, Daniel!
What a loving, secure feeling that must be.
The happiest of days will every day be
that this husband of mine walks beside me.
His arms wrap around me and still all my fears,
while his hands gently wipe away all of my tears.
His strength surrounds as he covenanted to
And in him I find a love that is true,
A love that keeps its promise to protect and provide,
to always hold me close to his side.
And when his blue eyes capture mine still
Butterflies flutter – I trust they always will!
sound like you have your best mate
Love those last two lines
Oh, I believe they always will!
Lovely, Grace. Such a treasure this kind of love.
My heart knows this truth, so beautifully spilled. ❤
I know love poems, and this is one extraordinary piece. To paraphrase Mrs. Gump, “Love is, as love does!” This delivers.
You are indeed a lucky woman, as I am sure he is a lucky man.
One Cool Cat
Favorite
of them all
That white cat
A rare gem
who watched trains
and climbed poles
The pick of
the litter
I miss him
Candace, Your comment on Grace’s poems ties with “I have fallen in love many, many times/always with her.”
And a “best” memory dedicated to a cat? You’re my kind of woman. I miss mine too.
Understood
❤
Some pets excel all the others.
Oh, the sweetness of this. I wish they could live forever.
I’m an animal lover, but not a big cat fan. Not my preference. However, I could easily warm up cats thanks to this bit of love offered here, Candace. Thanks for this.
I miss them all. Understand that feeling.
My Neverland
My Neverland, a town in Maine
North Monmouth—have you heard the name?
A mini farm, or so it seemed
Run by my only dog named King
Unlikely rabbits, colored cream
The house atop the hill still stands
When times were simpler, life was grand
And in the room set next to mine
My Grandma had a room so fine
She braided rugs, and stitched them, too
Machine-sewn clothes in every hue
As long as I allowed her to
The house atop the hill still stands
When times were simpler, life was grand
I danced to Beatles and the stage
Their Yesterday was all the rage
When music stopped, I went outside
And rode my bike too far and wide
Across the highway’s dread divide
The house atop the hill still stands
When times were simpler, life was grand
Piano and the clarinet
Girl Scouts and Tolkien—what was next?
Of all my memories, one stands tall
The day I met the Lord of all
Asked His forgiveness when He called
The house atop the hill still stands
When times were simpler, life was grand
So absorbing, this
This poem envelopes me w a blanket of simple content and comfort, with that moment you met Him securing it all in the warmth of joy.
The images you write scroll across my head and heart. And I see we were on the same page, with meeting our Lord. ❤
A beautifully blessed reminiscence, Darlene. Thanks for sharing here.
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The Aisle
Four years ago I walked the aisle
With daughter’s arm and tearful smile
Our youngest chose their date to wed
The same date I and mama said
Our vows of love
Two years before again I tread
Another daughter for to wed
This time on grass with beach in view
That day her one became their two
With vows of love
Eight year ago I stood with smile
Our oldest son looked down the aisle
His bride-to-be with father’s hand
Soon took our son to be her man
With vows of love
My first dad-walk ten years ago
Awaiting there her Navy beau
I passed her off with hug and kiss
And they began a life of bliss
With vows of love
The day we wed there was no aisle
Just two close friends with welcomed smiles
Still we were one there was no doubt
And will be one ‘til time runs out
With vows of love
Another aisle comes into mind
When just a teen I walked to find
Salvation through God’s only Son
Who promised me when my life’s done
Everlasting love
© 2019 Earl Parsons
Gorgeous construction
Beautiful on form and truth.
Yes, I agree.
Love’s grand march wonderfully presented here, Earl! Earl-velasting Love!
A LIMERICK TOLD BY A LIMEY
The stiff upper lip of we British
is something we use when we’re skittish.
We speak not in jest:
in a pinch we’re the best,
for we dasn’t be foppish and flittish.
Loved this William.
I am getting all kinds of enjoyment from your limericks, Bill!
“Put The Lime in the Coconut” plays as I read/write this. So much fun for the Limey! Love the mirth you inject in your Limericks, William!
What an excellent limerick, William!
Best
My best poem is the one I just wrote.
(Except when it’s the one I’m about to write.)
My best friend is named Helen,
Linda, Pam, Maureen, Marian, Angela….
The best cat I ever had is every cat I ever had.
The best mango, the best chocolate: I just ate.
But my best daughter is my only daughter –
who was not borne to me, but chose me.
And the very best man of all I’ve loved
is – well – each one of them; and yet
some are a little sweeter than others.
I confess, best of all, I love – who? You, dear!
Rosemary, you indeed cherish the moment and treasure up each one. It’s a great way to live life. This is well written.
Thank you!
Thank YOU, Rosemary. Living in the moment is so rewarding! This is the Best!
This is fabulous! Adore your take on the prompt, and your outlook on life!
Lovely truth here, Rosemary.
A Dream
My maiden name was Shannon and
I lived by Shannon Creek.
And ever since a little girl,
I wanted just one peek,
at River Shannon, Ireland way.
I’d love to see it flow
and stand upon its shady banks.
Oh, how I’d love to go!
And so it took some fifty years.
At last my dream came true!
My niece and I hiked by its banks,
took lots of pictures, too.
Some sheep by Shannon River—click!
A lazy, chewing cow.
A fierce swan mom and fluffy young
in Shannon River, wow!
Row boat on Shannon River—click!
Me sitting on a rock.
And lots of Megan smiling there.
And then came quite a shock.
A llama by the Shannon—click!
A curious big beast.
He followed mom and her two kids
who liked it not the least.
We made it round entire trail.
It was our only scheme.
Exhausted, thirsty, but content
that we had lived my dream.
And then I heard of Shannon Falls.
So I have made a vow
to see Vancouver, Canada.
Guess where I’m heading now!
May all your travel dreams come true, Connie! A the way to the sea.
This TOTALLY made me smile, huge! Awww!!
I tell my daughters when they travel to/from Ottawa, “Be Smart, Be Safe”. This poem warrants the same admonition! Wherever the destination, Be Smart and Be safe and enjoy your journey, Connie!
Enjoy!
Best
Dressed in his finest attire
he hoped she would not guess
each piece was rented.
More than a simple triumph
she won the match, beating out
current champion.
School was known to be elite,
only accepting cream of the crop.
Shame she was caught cheating.
Ouch! That ending stung! Well done!
Thanks, Marie!
And sour cream leaves a bad taste in your mouth. A wonderful depiction, Sara.
Imagine the cream of the crop being sour cream. Love that, Walt.
Best, Confessed
The best
is suddenly so relative
depending on the moment or the time.
Superlative
seems now so wrong a word
like lines you struggle with to make them rhyme.
Exceedingly
my mind concedes defeat
at naming one best moment in my life.
The worst
is that my own worst moments pale
to what a child is feeling in a cage.
© Damon Dean, 2019
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Oh my heart … yes… just, yes …
That nails it, Damon. So true.
I’m afraid that I’m late again – having trouble keeping up (for reasons that I won’t go into here.)
BACK WHEN: SIDE OF THE ROAD MEMORIES
Back in the day when I was young,
climbing trees held no fear in me,
back when a Sunday ride in the car
after church was more than tradition,
back when Dad would stop the car
by the side of the road and disappear
into the underbrush and overgrowth,
or sometimes just turn his back on us,
and then do a small wiggle and shake
(and return to the car with a much improved disposition),
when back in the day Dad would point
at our old apple tree and say,
“Pick me an apple way up
at the tip-top of that limb,” and
my long strong legs would amble me
up to a ripe sun-soaked apple,
while Dad watched from below.
“Grab two”, he’d say, “one for you, too.”
And to this day, I’ve never bit into
an apple that tasted better than the
ones that Dad sent me chasing after.
This is just darling, Misk. And I smiled at the way you discretely share your “much improved disposition” memory. 😉
Thank you!
The gate never closes, Marilyn. You get here when you get here. Trust me it is ALWAYS worth the wait!
Thank you, Walt.
What a wonderful memory to have.
Eternally Yours
I would say my best moment was when I met Jesus,
except I don’t recall ever meeting Him.
I only recall knowing Him.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
Ah, ANOTHER Best Friend you’ve never “met”! At least I’m in great company!
HA!!