Long Aloft Poems
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Queen Of Words
Knitted Me A Blanket
Couldn't Understand
Why I Didn't Wanna Talk
As She Held It To My Face
Musty Soft... Well Aloft.
Queen Of Words
Caught Me Napping
Tail-Wagging, Fetch It!
BOY!!! Oh, Those
Rascally Words,
Just Can't Tame 'Em...
Queen Of Words:
Where You Can Play.
Queen Of Words
Just A Suggestion
Have A Notion
The Ocean Pleads...
Your Needy Desires
And Undying Will
Can Enlighten The
Dark, Like The Moon
Did, Already.
Queenie Of Wordly
Can Talk Like Computer
Can Neuter Your
Manhood To The Quick,
Cuz Yer Thick...
Crackpot Thick.
It Was The Brick!
You Crazy Old Joke.
I Still Think It's Funny,
But You "Know Me!"
Hey! Where'd That Lady Go?
***
Ran Away, Quick.
-Gray Squirrel
09-09-2025
Oh Moon, the shining lantern of the sky!
The brightest light set ablaze in the dark!
Glorious boon, heaven freely granted!
Committed guardian of the night!
You appear each night to lead the wayfarers,
The ones lost in the labyrinth of darkness
Shed PHOSPHOROUS beams of light on their way
You stay aloft in the firmament in deep solitude,
Amid clouds that CASCADE high up in the sky
Yet you are in benevolent contact with all creation.
Attended by the entourage of MYRIAD winking stars,
In your royal palace of the aquamarine sky,
You reign as unquestioned queen of the night.
Watch over the earth with unwavering vigil
You travel over the horizon from the start of dusk
And back to the edge of dawn, unhampered.
Your shimmering rays like silvery streams SLITHER
And come down sliding, slanting and crashing.
Every day you appear in changing guise
Like a SERPENTINE beauty out to conquer
Turning from LUNAR crescent to circle,
And from circle to crescent, waning and waxing,
Rising and setting on appointed times.
The tranquillity of your visage comforts us
In the soft LILT of the night, we raise our eyes
To catch a glimpse of your regal self amid the NEBULA.
On seeing your shimmering face with the glow of beams,
Flowing, splashing and crashing the darkness,
Turning every night into fluorescent brightness,
In pure ecstasy we whisper – “How beautiful you are!”
The Wind howls in solitude,
unstoppable, in Her might.
And brushing the scenery,
She dusts off the stars at night.
Her sensual, tactile touch;
offering pleasure and death.
She whistles through the treetops;
fluttering leaves with Her breath.
Invisible: She ferries
dandelion tufts aloft.
And reacts to Nature's whim;
with a storm, or gentle waft.
She is the weaver of clouds
yet scatters them all astray.
She's a formidable force;
with considerable sway.
A salty sailor's mistress
and the godmother of kites.
She is like a playful friend:
who tickles, and sometimes, bites.
Your talking dreams, now you're in my realm
The dreams are not what the actor's film
You want the truth, or fact, even faith,
reality and dream, all the same, either way
Watch me walk into the night
From darkness, I will draw forth your light
Not many can appreciate your plight
I'm the Dream Walker turning dragons into knights
A dragon that shrieks & lights up, yet a man?
But that is not what the creator had planned
You see that which dwells inside of me
Is not the same thing as a dragon you see
Once in a dream on a ledge high aloft
I jumped off the side and the facade fell off
From out of the canyon guess what arose
It was cousin to the dragon that writes in old prose
Wings bellowing on the current it flapped them you see
Beautiful and white the wings were to me
As large as a dragon yet feminine and soft
I became a white moth and to the moon, I shot off
But flying beside me where no one could see
Another white moth was traveling with me
We flew to the moon and we both gazed far off
to the earth below it looked squishy and soft
A light on a porch was the only beacon to see
I did not understand why the light beckoned me
The giant white moth somehow sets me free
Not losing my mind the white moth it was me
Follow me.
I am the earth.
I am the rock that grounds you.
I am the support beneath your feet.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the sea.
I am the beast for your burden.
I am the liquid that intoxicates you.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the wind.
I am your dreams borne aloft.
I am the bearer of your sorrows.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the fire.
I am your deepest desire.
I am the heat of love’s heart.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the spirit.
I am the center.
I am the lullaby of peace.
I am the force. I have your back.
Cobblestone Echoes
by Odin Roark
Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped from high seas
vast is your harvest
from earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard
glass reflecting where primates once clamored upon
From paws a running
sniffed calloused drippings in peril
where sandal swathed footsteps
dodged blade and spear
as wash water dumped from high
added slippery footing for predators ever lustful
ever hungry
ever historic
Now the high noon of modern life
the wonder among your melodies
amidst recent fabrications emulating your path
you the wrinkled skin spirit of ancient masons
who served sun-baked feasts
from the past of pasts
Alas…
Genuine micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift
send the spirits aloft from once grasses high
reminding us that while calendars may crumble
time’s enduring stone of old remains original
transcending the language of vowel and consonant
acknowledging the reach of sentient eye to eye
the whispered caress beneath a Nike sole
sharing the tongues of old
echoing the murmurs of weary travelers
the severed limbs of warriors
the rivers of plasma-red passion
polishing fossils within
within
within
Yet many choose faking Nature’s setting
even making ready counterfeit copies
to pacify the blind living without preference
massaging serpentine monsters of ignorance
whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon this facsimile
sold as make-believe
glittering’s bondage
hidden in fakery
having not a clue of the Carthaginians
or Mediterranean isles of blood and sweat
from whence it all came
For like Rodeo Drive’s cobblestone plazas
where modern celebrity prisons of today
masquerade as credible reality for borrowed tomorrows
knockoff décor identity everlasting
unaware their own history
reaches inevitable fade out
may never know the hidden messages
Perhaps…
The subtle cacophony of shadow and whisper
cobblestone’s enigmatic infernal
made orchestral for those who can hear
those who dare see through the darkness
those who can be moved and touched by
shadowed silence protected with truth
will experience the magic
How few seem to hear the deafening message
The Gulf Of Mexico
Velvety white beaches
as far as I can see
Nothing much grows right here
but yes, there's one palm tree
The sand it was so fluffy
like powdered sugar sweet
It felt like giant pillows
underneath my feet
The water is so salty
and it feels very soft
Birds are dipping in to fish
then continuing aloft
As the sunlight sparkled
across the open sea
Like diamonds that are dancing
in perfect harmony
A big wave came right at me
I thought that it would pass
To my shock and amazement
It knocked me on my *ss
Now this is a true story
I know it to be so
This is how I spent my day
on the Gulf of Mexico.
blinded by blue
I'm outside looking in
racing with the moon
to be near you
the moon abandons its shadow
I abandon myself
twilight, is daylight, is night
once again ~
as the ocean drifts to join you
you are held aloft by the reposed breeze
I know not
if you inhale
the scent of those flowers
guide my path
as I venture onwards
to be the mist
that gathers on your skin
the air
that whispers
in your ear
to be the silver light of the moon
that bathes you each night
from sky to ocean
as blue fades into blue
painted into forever
I offer myself to you
Perceptions of the world around us,
are shaped by what we’ve lost or found in the
dusts of membrance, trusts of memberment
busts of everEssentialEssences
bodies of discernment
In every person, there’s a story
A deep, complex and vivid glory
Some see beauty, some see pain
The same landscape, yet not the same pane
We view the world through coloured glass
And some may see a rose,
others thorns en masse
of briared walls
of no escape, of the impasse,
razored maws agape
Perceptions can be joyful or bleak
A kaleidoscope, that’s ever unique
We love, we hate, we laugh, we cry
Our emotions, reflections that lie beneath,
ripples of watery eye, the deep rings
of being a being
Yet, if we could just take a step back
And see with the eyes of a love we lack
Our perceptions might just change
And the world could be transformed
in brilliant range,
back to a pleasing view the eye feasts to see
In the end, it’s all we’ve got
Our feelings, perceptions, and our own plot
of coordinate directions aloft
So, let us cherish and embrace
The beauty and the love,
with no trace of hate and have it all,
instead of the have nots
For when we see beyond ourselves
And feel the pain of someone else
Our perceptions broaden wide and far
And love can heal the deepest scars
So let us walk with open hearts
And see the beauty in all parts
For in this world of joy and strife
We all deserve to live a life-
Where love and kindness reign supreme
And hopes and dreams can always gleam
Let's shift our perceptions, just a bit
And make this world a brighter, better fit,
for a better place for dreams
Sometimes when a wayward odd event
Sends tremors through the corporal port,
The unwieldy waves scoop the sediment
Settled beneath the layer of comfort ,
Splashing and blowing out any impediment
That might as well check and contain-
With the ruling sanity towards aid , bent -
The inner essence of survival and strain ;
Everything is lost in disorder and pain ;
The debris being carried aloft and away,
The mind set to resurrect and rebuild,
Lacking vigour ,is in an infirm sway ;
Hope remains strong as ever to regain:
Will the live spirit contest or just yield......?