Poems of "Whimsy"

A varied selection of fantasy and fun for all.

	2013
	Andrew Hedrick

 

 

[Poems of “whimsy”]

Contemporary poems of whimsy.  Thought-provoking, sometimes silly, purely for pleasure.  (Word Count:  1,828)

 

 

Six Teardrops

 

Last night before I went to bed

Thoughts of you filled my troubled head

Although I’ve not cried in years

On my pillow fell six lonely tears.

 

The first was for your smile

That I truly miss

The second was your tender touch

I long for so much.

 

The third cam as no surprise

As I thought of your beautiful eyes

The fourth came for one reason alone

“I love you,” was fully shown.

 

The fifth came as I thought of you

And then I felt so blue

I really miss you, Diana, “Oops”

There fell the sixth tear too.

 

                                   Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

 

 

 

Diana’s Heavenly Smile

 

You had a smile that was contagious

You had a smile that ended all doubt

You had a smile that brought happiness

You had a smile that made people shout.

 

Your smile was a blessing at the start of every day

Your smile brought laughter everyone on its way

Your smile brought inspiration to people big and small

Your smile was an inspiration, to me most of all.

 

Your smile was a heavenly gift for all the world to see

I think you for that smile the effect it had on me.

 

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

 

Love’s Philosophy

 

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of Heaven mix for ever

With sweet emotion,

Nothing in the world is single,

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle

Why not I with thine?�"

 

See the mountains kiss high Heaven

And the waves clasp one another,

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother,

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea.

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?

 

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

 

Cherry Pie

 

There is a garden in her face

Where roses and white lilies blow,

A heavenly paradise is that place,

Where in all pleasant fruits do flow

There cherries grow which none may buy

Til-cherry-ripe themselves do cry.

 

Those cherries fairly do enclose

Of orient pearls a double row,

Which when her lovely laughter shows,

They look like rose buds filled with snow,

Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy

Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.

 

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

I’m Ready to Go

 

Oh buy me out in the cow yard

And throw some s**t over my grave

Sow some violets and orchids

A fence will make the cows behave.

 

Place the stone to the east

And put my feet to the west

So I can greet the sun

Rising after a night’s rest.

 

My soul will rise to Heaven

But my body must now rest

Soon it will turn into flowers

I think violets would be best.

 

Soul will join the Angels

And then for a time I will rest

Someday I will reincarnate

Next time I will do my best.

 

I want to come back as a King

I’ll feed all the world’s poor

As long as my kingdom lasts

No one will be chased from my door.

 

Written by Andrew Hedrick

 

Escape

 

To be locked in with men

For days after days

I forget freedom

That nature displays.

 

I escape to the yard

As early as I can

Away from the guard

And away from my pen.

 

Here, green grass under foot

Here expectation has taken root

Dandelions, clover, grass

No inside dirt or soot.

 

The birds talk to me

Soon we become as one

They are not afraid to me

In the same yard as me.

 

Sea Gulls, Robins, Sparrows

And sometimes a wren

Redwing blackbirds

All visit me at this pen.

Written by

Andrew Heddrick

 

I can do this time

 

I wake up every morning and I say

“I can do this time.”

 

When days are blue and gray I say

“I can do this time.”

 

Some days I’m lonely and blue and I wonder

How I can do this time?

 

But when I think of my friend and

The good tings I say,

“Yes, I can do this time.”

 

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

A Better Place to Be

 

What a world this has been

Spending my dying years

In this fenced in pen

Oh, to be able to live it again.

 

I’d be a millionaire man

And spend all my money

Defending them

Who are dying by tens and tens.

 

Oh to be able to die

With my family

I know they would take

Good care of me.

 

I pray to God

That on the next time around

To a better dying bed

I will be bound.

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

Love and Sleep

 

Lying asleep between the strokes of night

I saw my love lean over my sad bed,

Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head,

Smooth skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,

Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,

But perfect-coloured without white or red.

And her lips opened amorously, and said�"

I wist not what, saving one word�"Delight.

And all her face was honey to my mouth,

And all her body pasture to mine eyes,

The long lithe arms and hottor hands than fire,

The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south

The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs

And glittering eyelids of my soul’s desire.

 

The way

 

My love’s manner in bed

Are not to be discussed by me,

As mine by her

I would not credit comment upon gracefully.

 

Yet I ride by the margin of that lake in

The wood, the castle,

And the excitement of strongholds,

And have a small boy’s notion of doing good.

 

Oh well, I will say here,

Knowing each man,

Let you find a good wife too,

And love her as hard as you can.

 

 

She gave me a rose

 

She gave me a rose

And I kissed it and pressed it.

I love her, she knows,

And my action confessed it.

She gave me a rose,

And I kissed it and pressed it

Ah, how my heat glows,

Could I ever have guessed it.

 

It is fair to suppose

That I might have repressed it;

She gave me a rose,

And I kissed it and pressed it

T’was a rhyme in life’s prose

That uplifted and blest it.

Man’s nature, who knows

Until love comes to test it?

She gave me a rose,

And I kissed it and pressed it.

Witten by Andrew Hedrick

 

Because You Love Me

 

Because you love me I have

Much achieved

Had you despised me then I must

Have failed,

But since I knew you trusted

And believed,

I could not disappoint you and so

Prevailed.

--Andrew Hedrick

 

Alone

 

Alone in silence, my only time for thought, try to find

Who I am, or rather who I’m not. A question answered,

Not as easy as you’d think.  My shadow seems to change,

In the space it takes to blink.  One heart and one

Soul, yet my mind seems to shatter. 

I view the world through eyes, unable to mask confusion,

The things I once thought real, have proven nothing but

Illusion.  My smiling face has hidden menace, my anger

Hidden fear, and inside dark and hollow, a place of

Bitter tears. There have been so many faces, behind this

One reflection, each one seems to pull, in an opposite

Direction.  Try to use my mind, but isn’t that the

Culprit, the one voice I followed, who left me to bite

The bullet.

Written by Andrew Hedrick

 

Her Reply

 

If all the world and love were young

And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,

These pretty pleasure’s might me move

To live with thee and be thy love.

 

But time drives flocks from field to fold,

When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,

And Philomel becometh dumb,

The rest complains of cares to come.

 

The flowers do fade and wanton fields

To wayward winter reckoning yields,

A honey tongue, a heart of gall,

Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

 

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,

Thy cap, thy kittle and thy posies,

Soon break, soon wither�"soon forgotten,

In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

--Andrew Hedrick

 

Sudden Light

 

I have been here before,

But when or how I can not tell

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

 

You have been mine before,

How long ago I may not know

But just when at that swallow’s soar

Your neck turned so,

Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

 

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus time’s eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

In deaths despite

And day and night yield one delight once more?

--Andrew Hedrick

 

 

Birds

 

Here birds are man’s best friend

They outdo all the jail birds

They will speak bird to man

Jail birds can be so weird.

 

Each bird has his own language

You must learn what he speaks

If he asks for a sandwich

Don’t throw him a “Fetch”.

 

He will entertain you

As he swoops through the sky

Don’t ever say, “shoo”

Or the bird will say, “Good-Bye.”

 

Birds know when man loves him

And he will sing you a sweet song

Befriend a bird, you win

A friend who does no wrong. 

--Andrew Hedrick

 

Let the Bee Be

 

Don’t sit under the apple tree

While the blossoms are in bloom

For there the bee will be

And he will attack thee.

 

His sting can bring you pain

But not in the neck you see

For what the bee will gain

Is winter food of honey.

 

If you see a be let him  be

He’ll never sting thee.

If you stay away from his tree

All he wants is his honey.

 

--Andrew Hedrick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Short Biography

 

Andrew (Andy) Hedrick

Born January 7, 1989

 

Abused as a child and beaten on a daily basis, I longed for closure of that chapter.  My mother divorced an abusive mate and married another---only this time with a much more normal lifestyle.  I have 2 sisters Jennifer and Jessica; whom I have much love and concern for.

 

Sometime later, in my late teens, I engaged in activities with the wrong crowd; drug users, alcoholics and the like.  A burglary charge ensued and I was incarcerated for a time.  Much poetry was written at this time in my life; watching an ever evolving turning point in myself.  Reflective poetry is my specialty along with a love of God and Jesus Christ.  Religious poetry is a first-love…many times my only hope and strengthener. 

 

At present I am living in Poy Sippi, Wisconsin with a wonderful woman of my dreams. 

 

Blessed peace and safety! Glory to the Lord, Jesus Christ who makes all things possible.

 

(As of April 25, 2013)

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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