Long 2017 Poems
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APOLLO 11 BRIGHTENS OUR FUTURE
Beyond the twinkling stars, so still - the dark.
We strive for greater things - the Moon and Mars.
And Venus we do praise her beauty mark.
Our Milky Way - homogenized gold stars.
Forgotten Pluto, runt, invisible.
And mando Jupiter, so powerful.
Each planet thrives alone, divisible.
Our great universe quite so beautiful.
Astronaut stands heroic with flag plant.
We stare up at the shining white rapt moon.
We dream to see a microscopic ant
or life-size man, on the right side of June.
The mysterious sky lights up each face.
The night unveils our future life in space.
9th Place
5/9/2017
Sonnet Form
Shadow Hamilton's Night Sky Sonnets contest
A love so true burns deep
Deep down to the bone
A love that is real
And unforced will last
For all eternity
Love truly and flowers of spring
Will blossom bountifully
Unconditional love shines
Infinitely brighter
Than the afternoon sun
And burns hotter
Than a smoldering ember
Love freely and the meaning of life
Will become unequivocally clear
Just love and your heart will flow
Like a peaceful river
Immerse in love
And blissfully trap yourself
In love's undertow
A love so true burns deep
Deep down to the bone
Free Verse on Love Poetry Contest/Winner(1st Place)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Date written: 04/09/2017
Escape from a world of unhappiness and sorrow
Days and weeks pass and I realize that I despise this cold hole
Let me be ...
Trapped not only within those four dark walls,
but with the elements in time and place
Let me be ...
Tears that makes you feel completely empty and useless plastic
Stop thinking, collaborating with false emotion
Let me be ...
When will you understand, you do not own my thoughts
I know I should be strong, but it is so painful
Let me be ...
Slowly draining my throat, I scream for water and air
While the morning sun lazily crawling along the purple river
Let me be here forever ...
13.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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When I, close my eyes, you are all I see.
The, thought of you will never leave my mind.
For you, are the one who set my soul free.
With, love so amazing, it should be enshrined.
The, thought of you will never leave my mind.
Without you, my heart will cease to exist.
With, love so amazing, it should be enshrined.
I knew, it was so from when we first kissed.
Without you, my heart will cease to exist.
And, with you my life, will always be complete.
I knew, it was so from when we first kissed.
These feelings, will always be made indiscreet.
And, with you my life, will always be complete.
For you, are the one who set my soul free.
These feelings, will always be made indiscreet.
Because, when I close my eyes, you're all I see.
5/31/2017
“Pearl Diving” (Part 2)
Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot
the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous,
Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early,
the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs
always trying to call the shots;
perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small
for she is understanding now
the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her
to stop all creatures in the deep from
hijacking her magic powers.
It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse,
how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind;
better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse...
dream her dreams,
keep very still -
it couldn’t get much worse.
She’s shiny and she’s aged just right
the Clamshell protects her from the light,
she’s not a real jewel anymore
she’s a bottled up narcotic bright,
a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse
to numb out all that sunken hurt.
He swims down to get a deeper look
the sunlight now dappling through the
hottest deepest lure of blue
thrashes his legs much harder now
to get the closest view.
He sees the sharks surrounding her
he checks his dorsal fin
he’s now become a predator
and she his treasure there within,
to somehow prize and shuck her
from her clammy milky mucous shell.
Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second,
“Maybe I can win”.
Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above,
he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him,
her echolocation surrounding him,
through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din,
“It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Aqualung", Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/xxHL5szgThQ
The stately fir and cedar
are roped in garlands green
about the staircase bannisters
edging old wood's polished gleam.
Their bracing forest fragrance
punctuates the air with spice;
on the tree in parlor window
twinkle sparkling lights like ice.
What joy to sit at evening
with just candle glow released,
the tree lights softly spreading
an atmosphere of peace.
I think about the loved ones
soon to gather round and sing;
I think that heaven’s angels
guard us here with outspread wings.
Perhaps they touch us softly,
when or how we may not see,
with love from those we’re missing
gathered round our Christmas tree.
Copyright, December 7, 2017
In this wicked den of society, there will be no eradication
of meanness and ignorance.
With sore and bleeding evidence.
Mankind will endeavor to manage to violate
God's will with debauchery and licentious behavior.
For it is in the heart of the righteous that glorifies our Lord and Savior.
It is the heritage of God's spiritual creatures above
and below that will venture into the everlasting.
The love of God is not in the passing.
The righteous will be a spiritual mysticism (union with God).
A cultural Zionism.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Deadly to his enemies
confusing to his friends
While faithful to his writing
injustice he portends
Furious in times of war
in peace his vision burns
But past the fray inside his words
a gentler spirit yearns
Salvation long then sacrificed
a fate he can’t deny
A cross that’s left for him to bear
but still his spirit cries
Through battles mostly heaven sent
and victories sealed with death
This guilt the price he’s had to pay
now felt with every breath
One wish at last he prays out loud
one cry is sent above
“My spear, my pen, my will to live
I trade all back for love”
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2017)
A scant twenty years
grieved a century or more
Poetically perfect
in spirit and lore
A man and his horse
alone on the range
The cattle his instrument
and music to play
Civil War veterans and blacks
from the South
Through dust and dark clouds
even blizzards they mount
Together they battled
in concert they fought
Each unto himself
through prairies uncrossed
The hardship and death
to him worth the price
Pushing always ahead
a stranger to fright
The only thing branded
to be left at the end
Was the legend he gave us
— and the message it sends
(Cowboy Poetry Gathering: Elko Nevada, February, 2017)
By garden pathway hear morning bird song,
Sparkling rainbows sight on dewdrop allure;
Words need not say how echoes wing strong,
Sounds swing high and low in fond manners pure,
Each floral beauty speaks with humble sigh,
My tryst at dawn light spells of strange affairs;
Tints hint most happy the cheery waves high,
Nature frames insight as delight finds air.
Perfume garden spice floats among these shrubs,
Greening glowing grace in splurge of warm wit;
Bright flowers entice with the breezy rub,
Fond wonder finds space waltzing bit by bit.
Plumeria tints sigh upon the high boughs,
Floral mints I spy where happy sights glow.
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2017
Singapore