Long Aloft Poems
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It’s time now to leave my lovely, lonely bird
Bravely soar, your sad songs should be heard
Born in the hail of a horrific hurricane
Harboring hallowed cries of hidden pain
Shear feathers shimmer, glimmering so soft
Embracing grace as you gently glide aloft
Your song as you soar becomes spirited and sweet
Divine, not weak or deafened with barbed defeat
Swiftness swells as you spread your strong wings
Time now to travel and embrace foreign things
Mesmerized with water’s mirrored reflection
Your shimmering image greets you with affection
Flying freely, your heartbeat grows fierce
Realizing the reality your spirit’s not pierced
Tiny winged warrior wakens deep depths of fire
Knowing now nothing can quell your desire
You, little bird, are stronger than you know
Surviving the storm somehow made you grow
Fear is not frightening for friend is the unknown
You know by yourself now you’ll never be alone.
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March 30, 2018
Poetry Contest: Alliteration
Sponsor: Silent One
Now I fly !
May my gifts spread across our
blue-green Globe as I return to Sky
may my smile ripple in open hearts
as I dance on an orange horizon
may my healings remain
remembered balms and my
presence a white feather in
your cocked hat
May my meals remain flavourful
tastes on your tongue and my
touch soft breezes spiralling
sacred secrets
may my glance remain a
glistening gem in germination
and my breath a warm
whisper in your cosy beds
May my grey hairs nourish Earth
as I harmonise with angelic harps
my consummated flesh becoming
a silent magnolia at your window
May each slender match you use to
light your candle kindle my flame
that melts your marrow !
May tangled tears you shed for me
become crystal water that slates your
thirst after each marathon month
and may gentle colours of my
wash day become fragrant seeds
you plant afresh in damp Earth gay...
May soft indigo that vein my lids
cloak your luminosity in each
unfolding hour as ambrosia
arms to embrace my baton
you now hold aloft !
Now I fly !
to get to the top where the high rollers play
you must always seek sunshine to make all the hay
life becomes one big office that you never can leave
never let failure derail you and always believe
the route to the top offers all you desire
the dreams of great fortune gets you higher and higher
focused on the next task and blind to all thats around
no desire for love except the love of the pound
no sympathy shown for the mentally ill
for the sick or the lonely did sorry you feel
so now is your time to be taught whats inside
and restore your compassion and be rid of your pride
Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
and clever in their own sight. and values only his buys
be ready to fall and in sight be a sinner
and understand that the riches doesnt make a lifes winner
whilst your eyes will become wide and your heart become soft
a fall on to your knees sees you hands rise aloft
the visions of all that you walked past in haste
no help did you offer fearing time you would waste
mankind will be brought low, and each man will be humbled;
the arrogant eyes will be lowered. and their mortar be crumbled
now pay attention my son and trust your saviour your lord
as he rids the worlds hatred and peace will be restored
your tunnelll vision ambition has been laden with frills
the cars and the mansion as the bank account fills
no thought for man women or beast just yourself as the only
had all the trappings of gold but success shared with lonely
another somber rise of day through autumn's reign
where clouded thoughts backslide through eyes
while the anguish of my pain lies misted in the lash of october's skies
i watch as the breeze strips color from these trees
crimson drops aloft on the awry path, downward in spirals
like a child's mind trying to find assuage from life's affliction
through atrocious little lines carved upon shrouded flesh
in an auspicious attempt to find relief, momentarily unrestricted
sometimes i long to be like the leaves of autumn, spun golden
twirling in the allure of whispered breezes, adrift in the winds
carefree on the jaunt of life of these memories that taunt
other times, the appetency to be the tree is greater in depth,
to be bare, weightless and absolve the heaviness of life's burdens
as you cast them downward in wayward winds to their death
while your roots remain grounded, although twisted, still stand firm
sometimes i'd like to see the beauty in october through other's eyes
to glow in the dawn of my day, not shiver in its winded breath
beneath the grays of skies, where all i can see is impending death
in the season's foreshadow as the leaves slip like blood through hands
October 9, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
A chill does fall this evening air
Drifting soft neath heaven’s flame
Star light flickers we may share
For love that sings its own refrain
In chorus of a calling breeze
Aloft of wooded heights so high
When nestled soft upon my knees
To stare into this painted sky
For but this light that finds me here
In distant galleries so swept
A touch that never shall let go
Forever closely to be kept
I cling to every thought I bear
Now caught so tight of passion’s flow
Found blessings that we come to share
With praises which our hearts bestow
Along a tiny twisting way
So now defined by skies above
When journeys turn our minds astray
We reach back towards illumined love
As all that time shall come to pass
When waking bells their ring is true
My deed, my destiny, my task
To send this endless love to you
And here upon this weary ground
Between the shadows now at play
I dream within affection found
In promised whispers sent your way
Everyone have a great weekend, see you again on Monday
You are my burning wick of candlelight
Like wax filled chandelier you glow the night
And scorch my melting soul into ashes white
It swirls in trails of smoke to your delight
Drifting into heated orbs in splayed moonlight
Drawn by fragrant scent your radiance brings
Your lover's flame whisks me aloft on wispy wings
To float around your spheres of fiery rings
Pulled toward your blaze with vaporous strings
Like a moth being driven by your glow
I'm consumed by your flaming wick aglow
Vanish in your orbs, bask in flames that grow
I hold snug in your rush of fire near
And feel the flames engulf me I revere
Your lighted wick has beckoned me to stay
My blistered heart I give without a fight
By candlelight and flaming orbs meant for Kings
Your shaft of light from flames that you bestow
A glowing wanton realm, dark will disappear
Keep the melting wax on wicks, where we lay
1/26/18 contest Minuanetta
Life atop Death
by Odin Roark
A fishing trawl freckled by rust
Decaying by salt air and sun
Washed aground many decades past
Still holding to life
Like listening to the breath of nature
Awaiting tomorrow’s sunrise
Where another inch into the sand
Awaits more seeds aloft form shore
Settling upon once polished reflection
Now but mulchified oak and teak
Ready to perhaps nurture a different life
How proud this floating casket
Unwilling to sink into oblivion
Mushrooms luxuriating as offered bouquets
Rising atop the growing mossy knoll
While sprouting weeds where once the captain stood
Stretch skyward in gratitude
Here
Rests the unwilling death
Where once heavy with daily catch awaiting market
Now can only listen
As the next crumbling movement
Bows oceanward
Chanting its ohm of calm
Slowly sinking
But not fallen
Shrinking
But not gone
Would that we might know such peaceful isolation
Waiting for the darkness below
To forgive the oft blinding light above
And exercise the final embrace
Wendy can remember the first day she stopped traffic.
Stepping out confidently, head held high and feeling fab,
As stubbily men in utility vans, paused.
“You alright, bab?”
She strode centred into her road.
For almost 30 years sweet Wendy has worked the streets of the city
Where change is constant.
Been witness as the morning clink of the bottled milk,
Floated away.
Long gone are the boys on bicycles,
Hands inky, smudged from newspaper print.
Written into the past, old news.
“What do you do?” people have asked her,
“I work at the school and I help the Headmaster.
Every day, of every week, educating.”
Sweet Wendy in her yellow high visibility jacket stands out,
She fluoresces.
Cars, vans and buses
Stop at the command of her lollipop sign.
Allow all her children passes
Of safety to school, and home again.
Sweet Wendy knows every child by name.
Some silent, contained and lost in their own little worlds,
Others are chatty, spilling over,
and easy to read, like little open books.
Sweet Wendy stands at their crossroads
Holding aloft her lollipop stick,
While generations of gaggles and giggles of girls
Have impatiently waited to grow older.
And raucous, rambunctious, rabbles of boys,
tram lines in their hair, grow bolder.
Joke fondly, and funny -
“Wendy, the lollipop lady - she makes us cross!”
Sweet Wendy steers them to follow their dreams,
Their own roads still under construction.
Each to their yet unknown destination.
The Night Glenfell
A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air
Where aloft the dizzying height of storey twenty four
That gazed with envy upon firm Lancaster Green below
(brutalist style,) A concrete pitted monument that yearned for the great celeste
Brutalist pinnacled cage that cements the scape
Where concrete structures eradicate the green
And take their place betwixt an urban utopia
It couldn’t happen again, not after Lakanal
Same thing! An electrical fault on some cheap device
And wrong protocol that caused sad loss of life
So Grenfell Tower had earned its landlords easy money
Their affluence procured from the deprived
( one exit
Overlooked rich Kensington and Chelsea. Deprived Grenfell. Extremes of poverty and affluence.
Lakanal House fire 2009 loss of life. The deceased given the wrong protocol. No lessons learnt.)
The flames played havoc, a creeping plumage that consumed new cladding
Where silent souls submitted to the wealth of intense heat
Free light for rich Chelsea and Kensington to peruse
Across the great divide of worth
To witness this sacrificial rite of greed
One exit to free them from their plight
Secured within this night-time prison
Where embers from the debris punctured the sky
And fell like tears upon the deep below
As the blaze took hold with vengeance square
Who knows the fear behind those walls
Of those who faced a fate within this burning pyre
Stuck in the lofty heights of concrete block
Where dwelling upon dwelling saves space
And claustrophobia abounds
Charred shrine upon the sky-line gray
Sad recall for those who remain
There but for providence go….
The night that Glenfell
My grip, lately tenuous, caused my descent
Bouncing off branches I suddenly went
Snagging on some before gravity’s hand
Gripped me once more and I plunged to the ground
It seemed a long drop
as I fell from aloft
But as it was raining
my landing was soft
I lay here surrounded
by many like me
And so I prepare
for my eternity
Time was when I would have laughed in the face
Of that sudden gust that shook me out of place
Turns out my grip wasn’t strong like before
And I got an appointment with this very floor
Life has been so fleeting must it now come to a stop
Could I somehow climb to find my way back to the top
Must this be my ending as I gaze up from the mud
It’s really not as though I landed with a mighty thud!
It seemed a long drop
as I fell from aloft
But ground that was sodden
made my landing soft
I lay here surrounded
by many like me
And so I prepare
for my eternity
My fall that began midst the branches on high
Seemed like I’d spilled from the cloud ridden sky
It felt like slow motion, as though I had fluttered
“Seems that’s me done for,” I fearfully stuttered
It seemed a long drop
as I fell from aloft
But more of my kind
meant my landing was soft
I lay here surrounded
by many like me
And so I prepare
for my eternity
Our life’s work is complete, we’re made to work until we drop
And then we become fertiliser for a new spring’s crop
The seasons have conspired to ensure a tenure brief
That’s how it is and how it must be for a withered leaf
It seemed a long drop
as we fell from aloft
But as it was autumn
our landings were soft
We lay here, a carpet
of many like me
As our kind has done
for an eternity