Long Above Poems
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Paris is the city of romance
encaptures love lost couples so dear
experiencing an atmosphere of love
reveals their innermost feelings so clear
There at the heart of Paris
the Eiffel tower stands on high
looks down with its piercing eyes
sees romance evident where heart lies
So much love on view from history
the Eiffel's lense has watched it all
watched boy meets girl to connect
from first kiss to their ring select
Having watched the Paris magic
fall upon two love birds in love
the Eiffel looks on with loving eyes
says deepen your affection from above!
(Looking down from the city of Paris's central point of the Eiffel Tower captures the city's fame as the city of romance looking metaphorically from the Eiffel's eyes on the romance that happened throughout all its years.
Whenever I have a quiet moment
You appear from out of the mist
Your stunning image, angelic smile
The memory of your tender kiss
My mind starts racing when I recall
How I held you in my eager arms
You took me away to places unknown
Filled with your many sweet charms
To the midnight sky filled with stars
The brightest star was always you
Floating high above, an angelic symbol
Of pure love, innocence, and truth
Never before and surely not since
Have I experienced such utter bliss
Seemed like we'd never kissed before
Each was like our very first kiss
Recalling these moments over again
Remembering the passion that flowed
What joy to relive that tender feeling
When our emotions did explode
© Jack Ellison 2014
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country lane, our love new and pristine
as the wisps of white that gently drifted
with whispers of the wind. It seemed as if
sugar crystals were being sifted by the angels
from heaven above!
Oh, those soft pearls swirling in the dusk,
blanketing immaculately all the terrain.
We felt no need to speak, for it was so amazing.
As we continued on our way,
alabastine was the tread of our boots
as we inhaled deeply sweet quietude and peace.
Soon the soft flurries transformed into
much larger flakes of snow that seemed
to tumble from the sky.
We turned to walk hand in hand back to our cabin,
anticipating the warmth of its fireplace
before the dusk would turn into a pale blue night.
We spied three cardinals decorating
one of the many frosted trees along the lane.
As we hurried on, I stumbled at one point.
My gallant caught me and held me close.
We stood a while gazing into each other’s eyes.
I lightly brushed some snowflakes from his glistening cheeks.
When we arrived at the cabin made cozy by a fire,
we snuggled on the sofa, still watching out the window
as snow accumulated more and more.
Oblivious to mundane woes, we embraced
each other as we also embraced the serenity of that day.
Our new love was glowing and growing
like that December’s first day of snow.
Oh, come to me sweetly, winter,
as you did so long ago.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork." Psalm 19:1 of King James Bible
Nature of God’s handiwork
poised with divine artistry
such is firmament at night
marked by celestial grandeur.
With heavenly treasure glow
stars radiate hopeful bliss
midst dreams of prayerful wish
whispered along fervent faith.
Then during dawn, sky looks blest
showcasing vibrant daybreak
as great sovereign handiwork
presents light of diverse hues.
Delighting with grateful heart
I am serenely enthralled
by vast canvas up above
made alive through source of life.
October 9, 2024
2nd place, "Form J - Jueju (untraditional)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/11/2024
After the storms have passed us by,
We stand tall, we don't deny,
The havoc they have wrought on us,
But we don't break, we simply adjust.
Our souls are akin to the rainbow rose,
They bloom and grow despite the blows,
From every storm that comes our way,
We rise above, we don't decay.
Our minds are akin to a canvas of clarity,
Where we paint our dreams with sincerity,
No matter how dark the clouds may seem,
We previse that hope will always beam.
So let the storms come and flow,
We'll weather them, we'll always glow,
That we are strong, we are resilient,
Our spirit shines, it's brilliant.
And when the canvas of our life,
Is filled with colors, free from strife,
We'll look back at the storms we faced,
And previse that we emerged with grace.
Written: June 09, 2023
A dense sky-rubble
trundled and spilled above the rooftops
a runaway thunder ground along unseen tracks,
a near salvo rocking mind-cradles,
then a muted detonation over a far off
storm bruised landscape.
The tumult cracked and sizzled-
leaden were the rayless shades.
I returned home in the nick of
a dispersing moment.
The house seemed crouched,
ceilings low and cowering;
a living-space quashed by a heavy hand
rooms sheltering from the weight of imminent
upheaval.
I paused for the searing glare of lightning
yet a deepening gloom
sparked no ignition nor flash;
only a pressing portent of menace.
Then as rapid as the booming
onslaught arrived
the heavens broke open,
gravity expelled a lighter breath
to rise ballooning into an airy light.
All who huddled beneath that cacophony
sighed now in shamed relief
a prayer unspoken upon their lips.
I did not leave my dwelling that day
until my timid tabby cat
bravely led the way.
I want to be home,
Because it feels like everythings wrong,
All this pain is killing me on,
all these hatreds are dragging me down,
I can't find my way home,
Now I'm lost and all alone,
Alone and no place to hide,
Tired and no place to run,
I am hoping yet my hope is draining,
Kneeling down to you and praying,
With all the humbleness I am pleading,
Please Help me get home! that is all I am asking,
Let me know the truth and and not the lies,
help me trust in you without those doubts,
Teach me to love you above all things,
Bring me back to you where I belong,
Bring me back to my home.
The steep steps go down
the winding wash,
along the plodded cobbles
between the cottages
with their smuggling hollows,
their sleet rinsed eaves.
Beyond the scarp
the bay tumbles over
shingle, shale, and scree
to a shore and its contesting tide.
Above my flying coat,
the huddled village
bobs and floats in a flooding cloud.
I could throw a stick
at the sea here
and the wind, like a dog
would fetch it,
elemental voices
return from the deep.
Now a chopping fray,
squabbles at a brim where
flurries of tern and guillemot
trawl for brill;
a pell-mell of light
roiling on a harrying spray.
Today, I allow myself to fail
here at the surging squall,
and crashing crests;
to lapse and founder -
to be redone in the one gulp
of self.
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This one was written a pretty long time ago,
but recently fiddled with.
There is a wall of stone erected in the woods
Where no one ever sees, only those who journey
Across the graveyard which borders it’s edges
Coloring the world in hues of passionate prose
Flavoring the site with spices of sweet scented cloves
Which beckon to our hearts from flowing rivers
Of sentiments which reveal the passionate joys
And mysteries discovered there across the branches
Where trees embrace the light with leaves which
Reach high above the limbs they grace with a fervent
Urgency, longing to touch the skies so bright and alive
With feelings of appreciation for the mystery of a wall
So vividly portrayed in the pines and beech trees
Where only God knows this stone structure’s secrets
And leaves us all wondering at the hues and harmonies
Discovered just beneath the surface of such ambiguities
A Wall in the Woods Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
October 3, 2020