Long Alighting Poems
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Aurora smeared the high latitude blazing sky,
spread the splendor of the glittering night,
the constellation motif of the shimmering stars
designed the bejeweled stellar crown.
Snowflakes wafted in the silence of sparkle,
alighting softly on the leaning leaves,
and on the burdened boughs, all frozen mute,
while the confined wind whistled the winter tune.
Tiny sleighs glided on the buried pathways,
misty snow dust trailed the fading furrows.
Distant church bell I heard toll in the solitude,
children sang Christmas carol around twinkling trees.
I stood transfixed and mesmerized
beneath the transparent dome of the ornate sky,
amid the spectacular show of light and sound,
felt being stuck within a Christmas snowglobe.
with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover
Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.
Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.
June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.
Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper
until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.
How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese
just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body
on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned
half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end,
I expect nothing more emphatic
than ye to ejaculate Geez!
Transition
It is a day of transition
as summer heat has died
and the leaves of autumn hold position
beginning to release the summer ties.
Mid October on the dot
as near and distant trees begin to alter hues
painting yellows and orange brown spots
to match green red purples becoming blues.
In the stir softly rises from the life below
scented burning oak and apple wood
with embers alighting bright campfire glows
burning with embracing warmth where the trees once stood.
The sky draws closer as the blue transforms
to dark sprawling gray robed clouds
harbingers of a newly predicted storm
as cold drops of rain fall from their shrouds.
A brief, quiet stillness creeps along the pines
slithering in anticipation of being unbound
and leaves patiently await the winds of time
to find their rest upon the ground.
They catch the breeze and ride the air
a seasonal journey begins again
touching here and floating there
and the earth gently heaves a sigh of pain.
Earth rises from the cold without
drawing up and down to a desired rest.
Creatures, birds and plants no longer doubt
that change will always puts us to the test.
Nature sighs with every windy breath
knowing all things pass away
and the unknown fear of death
forces us to cling to one more day.
This world exists forever in transition
never able to remain the same
eventually giving in, accepting changes to inner cognition
that in the end, nothing is abstained.
To see the illusions of the futures yet unborn
living, now, that alone is enduring and real
nothing grows to its completion without thorns
and life does not return to where it was, despite the zeal.
Seasons leave and come again,
Spring, Summer, Autumn Fall and Winter
and each is its own conductor of the train
holding time in place, forever in transitions splinter.
sweet talking honeysuckles
in wolf whistles
begins dancing on
on a soft breeze
floating in
the deep
blue ocean
embracing love
one paper
plane gently flying
with a folded message
one kiss planted
sweetly then sealed
sailing over
the moon
gives a cow
an awaful kick
who is blocking
one's path
in jumping over
to paradise
as i am floating
my way
to the sun
enveloped in
this heart
drums roll
beating warmly
encircles a dream
begins skipping wildly
moist dancing lips
with an opening wish
kissing precious ore
as the moon smiles
on this silver star
sparkling beautiful emotions
alighting delightful feelings
they twinkling shine
one treasured soul
adorable siren
then a dish
can elope
with the spoon
The night before Christmas my 6-year-old grandson was elated,
for he knew Santa would bring him bagful of gorgeous gifts
and he would come at night alighting through the chimney.
So, if there was one in the new house he wanted to see.
He ran upstairs to look at the roof top, but couldn't find one,
in tears, he said Santa's visit his fate had surely undone.
I assured, Santa would come through the window of his room
that he kept wide open to the freezing wind blowing at night.
At morn, seeing all the gifts by his side he tried to shout in joy,
but his voice was choked, gripped by the biting bout of cold.
Listen to the wind, fluttering the leaves,
tickling the canopy just for a lark;
laughter, applauding every playful breeze.
Lyrical notes that instinctively please
while patches of light play tag with the dark—
listen to the wind, fluttering the leaves.
Sunbeams flicker through the branches of trees,
alighting briefly upon gilded bark:
laughter, applauding every playful breeze.
As weeping willows start swaying with ease
to the delight of children in the park,
listen to the wind, fluttering the leaves.
The venerable old oak groans and heaves
standing in the wind, both noble and stark:
laughter, applauding every playful breeze.
Fairies do exist; if one but believes—
for their mystic magic gives Spring its spark.
Listen to the wind, fluttering the leaves;
laughter, applauding every playful breeze.
Did I dig down
Deep enough
Into my pockets
A poem from the depth
…just crumbs
Did I dig too far?
My fingers wiggles
Through the hole
Apparently there is
More to behold
In the complex maze
Of my brain
Dream seeds woven
By my heavenly father
Does my psyche even know
What I want? Truth told He gives
Us what we do not seek
It is contained in those seeds.
Those ones that have fallen into outer space
You probably thought they belonged to someone else
Like magic beans that jack brought home, a tree appears
There’s so much fruit, your eyes almost hurt, your heart cries
Not from sadness, it’s leaping out of your chest with gladness
You behold the offering with gifts of praise, arms stretched wide
Dreams like fireworks, like cotton candy, like double rainbows
Feeling like a child, who smiles and clicks your heels, and cries
With serendipitous delight. God’s suitcase never empties.
A bluebird flaps his wings, alighting on a peaceful branch, and sings.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
I see it, little one ...
in the magic of your eyes -
'tis the world, blooming wondrous!
bright, dazzling dreams of a midday meadow
a softened sweep of butterfly wings, azure-bound
the warm, wobbly mud of a May puddle
and a kiss, stolen from your cheek
by a sweet smile in pinafore and pigtails
oh, how your absinthe gaze dances,
splattered with tendrils of shimmering gold ...
a million mercurial meanderings, borne
alighting like fireflies on the weeds of your thoughts,
and tickled by the breezes of possibility -
"what if?" they whisper ...
answers blossom in your mind like rare orchids
all that is imagined, and all that beyond!
little man, so dear ...
such fearsome, fine enchantments await -
you are a book of perplexity and blank pages
that time and love and learning wait to write upon ...
a grand tome of course and experience -
the splendid circus and surreptitious story, Life
that twirls and prances in your eyes
and whose magnificent, mysterious, marvelous conclusion ...
I will leave ... to you.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2 To 12" Poetry Contest, Beth Evans, Judge & Sponsor.
~ For my Grand-nephew, Killian ... all my hopes, little man. ~
Your words has made love to me under a spell
I feel just so alive inside your love sweetheart
flying echoes within beautiful songbirds singing in the valley
Magic whispers you're a dream stirring silver waves silently
enchanting warmly upon a November breeze
Oh baby over and over honey in the mind golden turns
crystal drops splashes of happiness
Sweetest child of eternal beauty shining brightly
on one treasure sparkling jeweled gem everlasting memory complete
Looking across the mountains searching destiny I call your name
haunting wolf howls alighting our souls unite as one body
Our hearts marry together sparking ignites purity
Then looking out towards the ocean hills crumbling
they begin unfolding out this vision towards the sea
I fall crashing into your space thousands of miles away
in this nutshell smiling a Renoir dream classic
your an attractive intelligent lady kiss me quick
Who is now holding high position of royalty inside four chambers
A picture hangs sweet kissing a diamond among'st maidens
desiring hot one rose blushing red each petal crowning
emotions of passion pure in white forever burning flames
blue inside touching you softly in a feathered touch
In gentle soft warm flickers each a beat
gently in the wildest dreams softly sings our song
Take my heart and join it with your's darling
walk with me upon golden sands
dancing with joy finding such a queen
I sweetly surrender to you this soul
my pact true our lovers path
forever and always holding hands
our destiny divine and beautiful sings
this is something I spent quite some time alone writing just finished it today
Once upon a time
I had a name,
a faceless woman
of no great fame
————
I hunt the night
to shadows bend,
its in the Grey
my searching ends
Scoping the cattle
sorting the weak,
A brightness of aura
Is what I seek
Young and lithe
stalking the ground,
I see my meal
has just been found
Alighting to earth
I straighten my dress,
licking my fingers
does the ‘mascara’ test
Slinking out
into the light,
trans-morphing beauty
now within his sight
Bewitching his mind
with lustful thoughts,
he’s weaving this way
my meals been brought
Leading him to
a quiet nook,
I’m making the way
for moving my rook
Sweating I see
his lust is at peak,
my meals been warmed
blue veins I seek
Slipping my hands
though his hair,
staring through eye’s
that show no care
My hungers at peak
thus cannot control,
a face in his neck
wanting this feast whole
Pressing my mouth
in the dew of his skin,
unsheathing teeth
they slowly slide in
Taking him into
another realm,
draining his life
is no hard sell
A rapture of blood
flows in my veins,
drifting me through
the higher plains
Then resting his head
on a waistcoat torn,
I straighten myself
in blood I’m adorned
I Stride away
Electrified by night,
Thinking I’d like
A desert to delight
————
My name is death
I’m cursed to prey,
knowing I’ll never
see sight of the day