Best Lofting Poems
A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed, in memories of past days,
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.
A lidded eye roves left, then right, as if it’s been betrayed
a corner tick, a slight knee twitch, odd choices now made.
The blanket once a comforter now twists so very tight.
A falling dream, a horrid scream, yet no land's in sight.
Bloodless body, writhe, heave, callout, nobody's home
your casing calls, umbilicus, umbilicus, reel me down.
A flying lift of breeze ‘neath hips, a lofting, oh so, high,
brings soul to ground with sighing sound within the dream,
entranced, aroused, the coming light, the end of night, wake.
First Published in Sweet Dreams and Night Terrors 2013
Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks
Sculpting melding seeping
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping morphing
Formation created solid black rock ground
Steamy is the water of the magmatic oceans deep
Risen layers pillow topped stacked slowly in the chill
Solidifying new earthen life pushed through to a crusted rebuild
Slowly in the unseen depths where land is consuming sea
Wisps of wind waves whistle with gaseous fumes
Lofting liquid red as golden orange fissures spread bloody fires
Inches measured by millimeters mold metals magical blaze
Wild widening of gaps shallowly engraved a blackened glaze
Obsidian wasteland of a treacherous expanse gathered island life
Reflective surfaces weathered time breaking down rock to sand
Erosive washing of corrosive materials gritty consumed by forces of nature
Natural is the condensing of observatory images in the fluid eyes of man
Inspired by 'It's Elemental' By Carole Duet
she rises and floats
in a lacy dress of white
skirted by heavens own light
soaked in morning thought
the rainfall caresses " life "
in creative fanfare time
charcoal middling clouds
singing songs, await her not
she is happy as can be
lofting in God's house
as soft as angel whispers
her voice carries me away
7/14/2019
Used image # 1
for the fives and sevens contest
Remembering the sky
yesterday,
the blueness in color,
warm winds bringing back
times of summers
years ago.
Clouds lofting above,
as if passing through
another time.
When I'm down,
I'd like to hitch a ride
on a cloud.
Taking me up and away,
floating above my
troubles,
putting me away from my
enemies
Thirsting to touch the Spirit of Ages
Rediscover that which I did misplace
A sparrow that fell out of time and space
This gilded door, travelers courageous
Glorious songs, birds escaping cages
How strange to meet your mind and not your face
Deep, yet anonymous touch of this “place”
Open, free hearts pour out on these pages
Welcoming home this orphan of my mind
Setting free the songbird from key and lock
Lava released from under miles of rock
Tight soul knots within begin to unwind
Old jail, black chains, they finally unbind
No longer to drink the spirit’s hemlock
4/8/16
Set down the rocks that have burdened me so
See them transmuting as if by magic
Into verse sublime, from burden tragic
This purgation, alchemy, afterglow
On warm, lofting currents, mingling souls know
Of realms uncharted from depths pelagic
Vibrant celestial breeze, energetic
Key to the gilded door, your hearts bestow
Awaken to the world of light, colors
To touch the transcendent truth beyond time
Rhythm of being, in image and rhyme
Once, heart’s eyes had been buried in squalor
Now kaleidoscopic multicolor
To giddy, broad vistas, this soul’s new climb
4/9/16
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Lofting
Under a
Slopping roof
With special
Purpose.
Looking
Up towards
An upper story
Past the slope
Of the face
Of your head.
Lofting
With you
My armored hero
With whom mystic words
Are spoken.
To whom's
Tender weapon
I am open
In this atmosphere
Of wonder.
Aloft
So high
My soul's
Been driven.
Exploding
With depth
Charges
Under siege
With little
Coaxing
As mysterious as ever.
Aloft
Go
My sweet surrender.
That no incantation
Can summon.
As i watch
You stand with
Dignity and character.
Wanting you
Like no other.
There
Are places
I remember.
Lists and chats
With tales of
Angels, angst and fire.
Alternate universes
With unknown
Destructive powers.
Of all of those
I love you better.
SUMMER NIGHTS
Sheltered beneath the moon’s enchantment,
Are the careless castaways, of the lost summer
Nights of innocence.
Released from the binding tethers of society,
These youthful spirits of the wild heart soar,
Beyond flights passion into seductions
Nether realm of pleasures hidden within
The inner desires flame.
Gliding, melting asunder it is a spiritual
Union, seamlessly mixing completely absorbed
Within the embrace of one another.
In dawns purifying light, two souls join as
One, kissed by the first rays of sun, ever so
Tenderly, awakening from dreams enchantment.
Sing sweetly songbird, let your softest melody
Be their lullaby’s sounding, in harmony’s
Gentle whispering undertones, of hushed
Vows eternal.
Shimmering translucent rainbows, are set
Aglow, lofting in silences offerings of future
Promises exchanged between these earth
Angels unbound, lost within loves mystical
Embers of these summer nights.
Let the raging storms of life, strike with
The force of a hurricane blast, nay shall
This beautiful memory of youth last forever
In the deepest book of remembrance.
A tender render of days long since past,
Delicately preserved in the hearts of two
Spirits, whose wings brushed against each
Other along a distant shore, during a time
Of lost Innocence, on a warm summer’s
Nights dream.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
......Like lemons
Love lingers longingly.
Laughter lights lips lapping
Loco lemon lollipops
lodging
lust.
Lofting
Ludicrous licentiousness.
Licking
languid limbs.~ ~lap~
Libertine libidos
lose liberty laughing
life long
~loves~
lean lemony lips
Lionhearts
!litmus lovers!
LIVE!
While thunder rolls over the scene:
lightning bolts, ignite tinder trees.
Plummeting drops douse the ground fires:
but, torched by cinders, the trees' crown.
Suety smoke inks ebon clouds;
while thunder rolls over the scene.
Terrified of loud thunderstorms,
critters flee the stench of burnt wood.
Strong gusts morph into swirling winds
lofting plumes of hot embers high.
While thunder rolls over the scene,
molten lightning lights up the sky.
Dwindling fuel feeds fire's demise;
when the wind shifts upon itself.
Forest fires die out over time,
while thunder rolls over the scene.
the bloom of death glows
crimson colorings mimic…
rise on angel wings
exhilaration’s free flow
new beginnings lofting high
brilliant dancers
tweak the nose of fickle fate…
candied lawn of morn
nonpareil the brown earth
apple crisp the skittish wind
rainbow of phoenix
rebirth the celestial…
crumbled sweetness melt heart’s fire
fear not beyond the beyond
hear Gabriel’s horn
What a World!
By Izunna Okafor
Tears roll down my cheeks
Beholding the palm tree I tapped
From his knowledge of blue ink
With a bow, lofting off a huge gap
What a World !
Our intellectuals have all died
And the vase of wisdom dried up
The siege of our dear unbounded hist
Dusked and whisked away in a rueful tomb.
What a World !
In silence has the nature laid hold
Of the man I cherish so bold
Parting him behind our physical ears
And boiling us in the pot of rueful tears
What a World !
The wave blew aloud like a ruse
Kidnapping attentions as a tale
Only to jail some minds in her rue
Blinking as sorrows in the eyes of men
What a world !
We never expected an untimely departure
But that has reposed our penner in a mellow
For the time of men is tied to the nature
And our tears for the dead a show of sorrow
What a world!
The death has struck deep down our marrow
And incarcerated us to the jail of sorrow
We wail not that he was not old
But beside us lies an empty hole
Who then will satisfy our thirsty souls
What a World!
About the Poet:
Izunna Okafor is a Nigeria novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.
Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, is a recipient of over twenty literary awards, and has five published books to his credit, in addition to his online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.
Contact Details:
Phone Number: 08163938811
E-mail: [email protected]
Pale shimmers break
to quake the morn
while night forsakes
all hidden scorn
that snakes away
when light adorns.
Horus blazes
an arc again
lofting praises
that spark Amen
symmetrically
to whet my pen.
Advancing waves
won't stave my dance
since braves made slaves
by chance advance
with godly calm
to prod romance.
I’ve been good for too long,
my finger
have become permanently curved
and I growl
with every other breath
so in order to gain control
I release the beast.
Running into a field
I tear out of my shirt
as my bones begin to shift
locking into a sleeker,
primal form
reawakening the wolf,
and as my jaws extend
I raise my head to the moon
and howl
at the sight
of my aluminous friend.
I slide to a stop
as the last of my fur
finishes extending
through my pores,
sit and cock my head
as I listen,
catching a rustle
off to the right in the near woods.
Instinct decides
to head towards it
and I begin at a ground eating pace.
I can taste its scent in the air,
rabbit.
Reaching the edge of the forest
I delve in full tilt,
mere inches from the trees,
so close
I can feel their presence
on my skin.
There it is
bolting across the path,
I snap my jaws
catching its right hind leg
and swing my head up
lofting my prey into the air.
Back legs sliding
as I turn around,
dirt and rocks
spraying away from me
I leap,
its still trying to run in the air,
futile.
I feel my mouth encircle it
and clamp down.
As my teeth meet
I feel the head pop off
then I come skidding to a stop,
splattered blood
dripping from my muzzle,
breath coming in pants.
I hunker down
to my feast,
desire sated for now,
next time
I’ll have to find
larger prey.
So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?
that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening
that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again to come forth
perennials of form with lofting
scents and beguiling evolving
textures
no soil can ever fully contain
nor rising smoke of briers
be anything less than Freedom
Breaths released
seeking dawns of experience
souls en-route to still ampler bliss
having been de-shelled
freed from stifling encumbering filters
I think Winter as much the good messenger
as it is the Grim Reaper
I think Winter as much the cold and still
as it is the ceaseless heart of birthing
warmth
flakes of color never straying too far
from their green leafy patterns
we travel inherent veins sensing our
own blood pulsing there-in and out
blushing and unfolding fond ripeness
every flower brought forth
a new universe
to freshly sniff and dream
every bee and speck of pollen
an extender-finger pointing toward
an even greater God
Alas when love has birthed itself
Under the star kisses of a lofting sky
Luminous glittering streams
From the lavender moon
Swathed in orchids bloom
Billowing upon your face
In sheaves of gilded transient light
Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes
Perfumes the air around your skin
Embraced by the moment between us
As celestial heavens play its aria
Of moonstone melodies
Across the space between us
We speak with our eyes
Of the riant moon
Laced with the kingdom of stars
Aglow with the brilliance of us