Long Afar Poems
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Please forgive my intrusion, I’ve taken care too far.
Please see thru my confusion, stand near... not afar.
I only meant to include you, I can share your words for hours.
I promise not to misuse you, let some time just be ours.
If I can touch you with my words, then frost will let me be.
But if you think it’s all absurd, then let the ice entrap me.
I won’t think that you’re unkind, it wasn’t you who used the night.
Imagining ways to please your mind, until morning shared its light.
My words are here, yours to enjoy, they give me a chance to know you.
It won’t hurt if I’m but a toy, because in the end it’s up to you.
Sometimes I can’t think of the right words to say....
And then when I do, a wind blows them away...
I’ll listen to the wind, the wind of your soul.
Where I’ll end up, only you really know.
I’ve let my words take me, to where my heart wants to go.
Now if I laugh just a little bit, maybe I can hide my thoughts of you.
And maybe I can recall, how it used to be, the night when I met you.
I want to, wish to... hold you... feel my arms around you.
To feel my arms around you, as the sea surrounds the shore.
Love, how can I tell you, the way I feel about you, any more?
So beautiful the night with moonlight beams
Shining upon your face, smiles never cease.
If I could brush those lips: such futile dreams.
Kindly thoughts in my head flowed in like streams
Why could I not find some degree of peace?
So beautiful the night with moonlight beams
I fly above you, flittering in streams,
And for a while my waning sorrows cease.
If I could brush those lips: such futile dreams.
May I become a human, be extremes
My light body in fire with love increase.
So beautiful the night with moonlight beams
From afar echoes a stop of these themes.
Yet naught can stop thoughts of a shining piece.
If I could brush those lips: such futile dreams.
My mind must ponder love and so it seems
Must muse over those lips so deep cerise,
So beautiful the night with moonlight beams
If I could brush those lips: such futile dreams.
for what
it's worth!
Sweated out 6 May 2021
Call me a dinosaur,
Call me square,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.
They are something I love to share,
Even if others stare,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.
Reply's they come from afar,
To bring the writer nearer.
I do care,
Letters to write I dare.
Thoughts on paper,
Never truer,
I do care,
And I do dare,
It's Christmas time of year,
From you I would like to hear,
In a letter, if you dare,
While your memory is still clear.
A stamp I attach here,
On an envelope with my name yet to appear,
I know for truth you care,
So a letter to write you should dare.
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
When the late night shines upon me
And I am just a yawn away
From entering my dreamland
Such a lovely place to play
Will I remember if I have been there
Are my thoughts sketchy at best
When I lay my head down to sleep
For an evenings night of rest
When my head it hits the pillow
And I slowly fade away
To escape into my dream world
To lead my mind astray
They seem so clear and vivid
While I live them in my mind
But the details become sketchy
When awakened they are hard to find
But I travel back each night time
In search for a perfect place
A fine nocturnal excursion
And a view of your beautiful face
My heart has joined this lovely ride
It has traveled this road before
Walking hand in hand in the night sky
Revisiting earth once more
We’ll dance across constellations
Tip toe along the stars
While the evening skies become your eyes
And I feel you near and afar
Then suddenly we are falling
And the planets pass us by
Holding on to each other
While we no longer fly
Our lips they touch just one more time
I suddenly lie awake
Returning from a journey
I never knew I would take
It all seems so wonderful
That I close these eyes each night
And float away with my imagination
The heart navigates this flight
Some times the ride is plenty rough
Waking up in a cold cold sweat
Recalling that you cant dance in the big dipper
Without getting your big toes wet
Now I lay me down to rest
And these eyes will slowly close
Ready for my night time journey
But to where? , nobody knows
A breath of farewell escapes with a sigh
A cloudless night, a moon for good bye
I claim reflections in a tearful eye
Memoirs of home against the sky
The twinkle of starlight, hypnotic in flow
Captures my gaze as I turn to go
Leaving the life and all that I know
For fortunes uncharted, cloaked in shadow
And though I now leave, I pray that each star
Which glimmers in silent hope from afar
Will guide my safe travels wherever they are
With spirits of sorrow, no more to spar
spring-tide breeze blows,
tickling blossoms on a plum
branch, set free, loose and
giggling in the air, dancing
in the gold sun like pixies ...
capricious in their flight, a
whimsical drift, aromatic,
elegant and flawless like
the wild wishes of a child ...
floating to purpose anew,
to alight on a dream afar,
enigmatic, joyous, true ...
as blessed in the journey
as they are in the order
of their exquisite design,
as sure with their destiny
as they are in the perfect,
sweet, resplendent sacrifice ...
sublime essence of being,
the lifeblood of existence ...
a bright, crisp, glorious
morning breath of nature ...
itself.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Pick E, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
In the yard next to my house,
I often spy a small strange pretty woman
watering her bougainvilleas.
Trails of rosy pink and white intermingle
along one side of her ancient house,
where they drift down to the green
of dewy grass.
Cascading like delicate ballerinas,
with thorns not showing from afar,
they lend a semblance of grace and cheer
to this old house.
Unlike the flowers though,
the thorns inside the house do not stay hidden -
particularly when night arrives.
Sometimes I have seen the woman
snipping the stems of her pretty flowers.
She lowers her face, telling me, when I greet her,
“No speak English.”
Though she tries to disguise it,
I know from the bruises I see on her arms
what must be hiding behind the large sunglasses she wears.
I imagine she gathers her bougainvilleas
to brighten the sadness of her situation.
I picture the flowers in a vase sitting on the rustic table
of a dining room I have never seen,
but a room which must be as immaculate
as the flower garden she keeps behind her house.
Nightly the thorns of the house manifest themselves
in the form of monstrous shouting from the brute who lives within.
Today I walk over to the strange neighbor lady’s bougainvilleas.
They are wilting, and I realize I have not seen her watering them
since several days ago.
The hideous screams from the house, as I recall,
have also recently ceased.
I peer over the fence of that couple’s house
and notice a plot of freshly dug dirt.
Has the little lady planted a new flower bed?
As I contemplate this,
a new thought – much darker than bright bougainvilleas -
pricks my mind.
April 7, 2019
A light made whole
the sunshine as it is bright
moonlight gathers afar
time spent
remembering the winds
the gatherings of the roses
all untold stories
until a future that appears
whispering, silent
time has gone.
Owning the responsibilities
life as passes through
relationship expired
people are envying you
tiresome.
Time, a not finished line
not completed
as birds are flying
people are gathering
Children are growing
secrets are not knowing
life of expectancies
trials and tests are submitted
Lord give me grace
in attendance
life passes by
the blue sky
the moon is a distance
overshadows of the sunlight.
Time has gone by.
She knows he’s out there
For she’s heard his words whispered by the sea
It doesn’t always feel so fair
But, she will wait patiently
What he wants, she has to give
She imagines him on a boat afar
For love forever, she knows they can live
Faithfully bright as the moon and every star
A light of inspiration, oh so true
The water reaches closer to her
As she sees visions in the ocean’s blue
In this place where true love will stir
As the calm sea settles her restless heart
There’s one thing she doesn’t know
He is standing right behind her to start
Their new life together, he will show
Heidi Sands
11/5/18
Placed 5th in the Tell me a story 2 poetry contest.
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