Long Ambling Poems
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Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin
We hold hands with a lilac morning
Long before it pleads with the sunrise
To sparkle the view of a purple dawn
Saddled in the daze of hazy fog.
Strolling under gleam of a starry night
Along the trails of romantic banks
We handed the new-day to misty sight
Coating the blooms in lavender hues
Seducing the motifs love subscribes.
Dawning deterred by thick overcast
Defiantly rises on the golden skyline
Unwrapping monument's foggy attire
Shimmering beneath the lowly tides.
In awe of its luster we lose ourselves
Hanging on the vertex of rising flame
As a passionate kiss of avid romance
Attunes two hearts to infant-daybreak
And the horizon blushes end to end.
September 17, 2018
Poem of the day on September 19, 2018
Placed first in Late September Standard Contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Sunrise at the Tidal Basin in Washington D.C. The photo shows cherry blossoms with a purple tinge and the partially covered monument in early morning fog.
When we are driven by greed and not need,
heart is consumed by cravings of ego
and although conscience continues to plead,
demons of desire we’re loathe to forgo.
If we but take time out and gentle thought,
shifting inward our attention focus,
we find we’re at peace, no longer fear fraught,
ambling joyfully along love’s locus.
Our soul becomes what we prioritise,
so if God search is our quest, let fears rest
and renounce desires as do sages wise,
that we may be by caress divine blessed.
There are no shortcuts; we must walk the talk ~
Choose love and light, oh hermit; do not balk
Oh! how gracefully the trees, flaunting splendor lilt
Swaying autumn’s palettes in rhythms of winds ruby
As the sun is setting, flaming glow of gamboge skies
Amber breeze is blushing rosy glimmer of eventide
And robins are excavating pecking on decaying lawn
Where ducks are ambling, ogling seductive bond
Amid people strolling, pausing to gaze at opaline arc
Floating crimson filaments on tinted purple canvas
Enhanced by falling colors whirling mellowed vibes
In twilight’s golden ambiance alluring romantic eyes
Gleam of eve’s fading, ceding reign to peeking moon
As scent of you appeals, quiescently enveloping me
Enchanting where I sit, under twinkling stellar magic
Enticed by euphony of mockingbird’s sensuous song
Articulating for me eloquently, love is never too far
When autumn blazes passions titillating lovers’ hearts
October 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Let’s Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Unrhymed couplet/Unrhymed imagism/Free verse
So when the webbed-tide snares the lunars nether recesses in its glow casting shadows that arise among the craggs wedged beside some cliffs of common confirmed debris of the unnamed fallen heaps of mucked mired forgottned decay of worthless grime not meriting the struggles of a just reclaim promptly caused to fester including the residue of the reprehensibles whose lacking morals that from some particular decedent, intrusive spirit of Ne'ermere that steer souls to the steppes of the moors, where thou commands those hounds that wish to sever your sensitive skins and drain your spirit waters down that moat where your convictions will spark a lifetime of despair, honors the ambling of the blood moon of its wayward course of trailed afflictions that you wished and begged for death's swift visit for the determined inklings inscribed on petals of the columbine and their guarded secrets, steeped in the devil's brew of stirred concoctions meant for the hags of Ne'ermere and the warlocks of destruction and mayhem who pounces playfully on their prey of the misguided who are filled with disillusioned words that are as hollow as you, e'er stretching the imaginative liquified existence exposing a mirage of iniquities galvanizing its hold of treasured happenstance of certainties lost, fulfills a page of the intrepid who is but a shimmer presenting hope a hand of salvation gathered up in a smotherance and they'll all flicker away, anointing souls spared the vacuum of insignificance for doomsday is here bridging the channeled souls in their mortal state of decay of their tenous grasp of withered mass of fiberous veins where remnants of vigourous life succumbs to their true demise of the incredibly hideous and the indescribable now in the passage way between dying and death of their heinous acts of torturous screams bellowing throughout the chamberous pits of the unwanted dead where the lame, mute, and deaf search the living dead for their body parts, of severed limbs, eyes that hang out of the eyesockets, the unjointed tendons that flay about ever so freely, stenched air that festers while not only choking of whatever remians, seemingly an act of deceny, bestowing on the residue of assemblage from the former occupant, might be afforded an instantaneous journey into the sunrise of the...everlacking.
2019 September 18
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-650-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Farmer Fred lives down the road,
And one day as I was ambling by.
I heard him singing about a toad,
And how it had pooped in his cherry pie.
Now this serenade seemed odd to I.
So, shouting out to Fred I said,
“Where is this toad, who dumped a load, in your cherry pie?”
Fred retorted with this cryptic reply. “The toad is dead!”
The toad it seems had hopped away down the pathway.
When an old red tail hawk swept down from a pine.
Clutched him in his talons strong, then flew on up and away.
Landing on a maple limb, that hawk proceeded to dine.
Now these are the facts of the case or the crime.
Fred recounted the tale over a piece of key lime.
Flowing...
Oozing, leaving the inner tranquility,
Evicted, from the fracture of the shield,
Percolating, through the permeable covering
Accumulated, to the brim, running over and flowing.
Traversing, the fissures in impervious core
Collected, after the continuous downpour
Verbalising, the vehemence of my burbling
Emanated, from the, once desiccated, vents and flowing.
Gleaming, for the reflected light reaching your eyes
Enshrouded, as the purest in each drop
Channeling, out of the cavern of chronicle
Meandered, ambling over the surface and flowing.
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem
As the Old Testament handed the brush, the New Testament paints
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
And the reason for reason is The King of the saints
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, I got a jolt,
I was driving my old bucket of nuts and bolts,
along the country road on a chilly autumn day,
Saw wild turkeys walking, they'd be ambling awhile,
I slowed and rolled down the window to say,
"Hey gobblers, soon it'll be Thanksgiving Day,
Run! run as fast into the woods as you can!
As soon hunters will be here, you'll be stuffed in a pan,
with sage and butter, and, may I be bold-
you'll be on china trimmed in gold!"
Their eyes got as big as fried eggs,
never saw turkeys run so fast on such spindly legs!
Deep into the timber they sure did disappear,
that Thanksgiving everyone went vegetarian-
and the turkeys had no fear. ~
Parkland, Fla.
February 14, 2018
One more senseless mass homicide
twas the sole arbitrary aim
as a former student nonchalantly
sauntered empty hallways
seconds preceding blame
brazenly intent to maximize total killed
matter of factly telling police
(his incomprehensible)
(ill) logic he did explain
when cornered, he willingly,
unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt
Nikolas Cruz rocketed
to instantaneous infamous fame
pulling a fire alarm
("FAKE") emergency,
then going leisurely ambling
along his killing spree
total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty
and 14 students)
mercilessly gunned down
as if they were wild game
when handcuffed, an innocuous
19 year old did readily admit
emptying one firearm after another
at a fairly rapid clip
then at some predestined
or spurious moment didst dip
and dive out amidst
the chaotic madding crowd
before reality flopped then did flip
as lower teeth he nervously bit upper lip
made feeble getaway
at a nearby eatery casually flirted
with cashier and made no move to flit
upon his seizure as cornered prey
subsequently large tract
massively cordoned off
strong arm of the law
slightly halting in speech
detailed his gambit
deliberately staking
a stance to maximize hit
and once again afflicted parents lit
up with rancor and rage pit
toughly battling sorrow
which will not quit
til death doth bring peaceful rest
sans, those grieving family visit.