Long Announcing Poems
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The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Nightmares, jungles, blood on hands
Unjust war in distant lands
Scars that no one else can see
Memories doing battle with his sanity
Off to war, a rich man’s fool
Rich man’s son was off to school
Some came home in boxes, statistics mount
Media smiles announcing body count
Working man’s sons without a voice
Off to war without a choice
Coming home to hate, the fire fanned
Misdirected Anger in his native land
Dismayed with the war, activists groups
Pointing blame at the drafted troops
So many dead through the bloody nights
Protecting rubber trees and oil rights
After the storm, there was no calm
Soldiers coming home from Vietnam.
Dedicate to Vietnam vets who served valiantly,
unappreciated at home
They jump from the earth
silent as the sun’s rising
announcing spring’s new birth
lingering delights, baptizing
Souls who need their smiles
to restore the music’s words
knowing, after so many trials
sun’s breath sings to the birds
They tell of a melancholic tale
preaching to hearts, so still
knowing their love will not fail
as the night’s stars quietly spill
Fading from the green meadows
playing gently on the seas
singing of the One who arose
to reveal love found on my knees
They light up the hearts who melt
when their laughter is poured out,
restoring the hearts who have felt
all the love that ends every doubt
Blessings, these little flowers are
daffodils, jonquils, March’s hope
blowing in the breeze, like a star
revealing ways spring can cope
Never stop seeing the wonder
that comes to life in God’s flowers
while we might hear the thunder
we can still feel the joy in His showers
Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris
Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY WAY GALAXY to their left
Igniting like a Rocket at a Guy Fawkes celebration
They travel through the atmospheres and up into the stratospheres
The crew men on the Mother ship are called THREE MUSKETEERS
As they approach the Harvest Moon
A wondrous sight for all to see
The ship positions carefully, preparing to touch down
The Moon looks like a Christmas bauble dangling from the skies
Such a WHOOPER – it’s humongous, they really can’t believe their eyes
Landing with a bump and beginning to alight
They step upon this waterless and dusty satellite
There are SNO- CAPS for to climb, with such a steep incline
Great MOUNDS of debris all around that block their route ahead
But truthfully the crew would like to be at home, instead
As they explore the Moon once more
They stumble upon a strange creature
A little Green Man, who is very obese
Announcing himself with a sweeping bow, as Mr WATCHAMACALLIT
He’s training to run a Moon MARATHON, but he needs to get fitter to win it
The crew they finished all their chores
Boarding the Mother Ship they fasten her doors
Lift off is smooth, as they drift and float, gliding back into space
But hearing a strange voice nearby, whispering "Are those goodies for me"
They discover Mr W, on bended knees, embarking on a chocolate SPREE
But how on earth did he climb aboard, this CHUNKY little man
The crew in such a quandary and not knowing what to do
Should they turn back NOW AND LATER tell the reasons why
Or continue on their journey home, they did not want to die
Let’s take him home, cried Doris, he can live with me, I like his smile
But the twinkle in her eyes became a tear upon her cheek
She was lonely and emotional as she began to speak
She had fallen for the Moon Man in amongst the ballyhoo
Back home now and in wedded bliss, living on 5th AVENUE
How Sweet it is Competition, Sponsor Carol Connell, written on 29.09.18
Contest Brian's Choice D
Sponsor Brian Strand
When the long-retired English teacher sees a wildflower growing on its own
she lingers there a while
as the memory of a student visits and brings with it…a smile.
She remembers standing in front of her class…announcing,
“I give this same assignment every year…
please write what you want to be when you grow up…
and remember…there are no wrong answers here!”
There answers were as predictable as children’s answers usually are:
fireman, policeman, doctor…super-hero…movie star.
She read each one with interest as their grammar she corrected…
until she came across one paper with an answer…unexpected.
It was written by the shyest student in her class…
who didn’t want fame or fortune…or a super power…
‘When I grow up,’ her wish was simply,
‘I want to be a wild flower!”
‘Because bringing a little beauty to the world is a wildflower’s livelihood
and I want to bloom in all the places no one ever thought I would.’
‘You already bring beauty to my world!’ The teacher remembers writing.
‘and I know you’ll find a way…to share your beauty wherever you go!’
then she gave her paper an ‘A’.
This is why she lingers a while when she sees a single wildflower….
to remember the shyest student she ever had…
with the greatest superpower.
ku-ko-ro-koo!
came the master’s voice
announcing the coming of new day -
okuko, lord of a timing legend
crowned with the mystery
of a red-cap pointing to the sky;
he came answering a call of nature
as father was wont to tell
& i was a kid, a clan’s kid
fondling upon a red-cap of my cock.
ku-ko-ro-koo!
it came piercing thru my ears
arousing me out of my dreams
o, dragging me out of the bed!
& ’twas okuko! o, okuko!
the clan’s myriad-coloured bird
who sits over the entire realm
toppling the crest of our hills
announcing the coming of day
like an impending egwugwu festival.
ku-ko-ro-koo!
it came again & again & again
for the thousand & one times
& i stood still like the dead
out of my thick forest of dreams -
& okuko, lord of a timing legend
who sits like an elder-statesman
as if he paid for an elder’s seat
upon the currency of a red-cap -
& okuko kept announcing
the apt urgency of a new day
his golden voice raised to the sky
& sharper than the tongue of my gong!
Form:
Standing here I begin
to take in my worth
So much I have achieved
to date on this earth
My mind drifts back as my
face is kissed by a breeze
Blessed through life, struggles
never being at ease
I have my children who are
my joy and my pain
They have helped me in
remaining blissfully sane
One marriage, but even if
it didn't work out you see
I could never be with one
who'd not let me be me
I'm raising a child and it
doesn't matter she not mine
I love her unconditionally,
as if it was by design
Never questioned any of my
life's major decisions
They've always led me through
life's insightful visions
I'm always learning I've never
done anything 100% right
But I've learned from my mistakes
it's a never ending fight
Grateful for my friends on soup,
you've all been so great
Each of you with your amazing
talent and unique traits
I love how we are continually
growing you see
Each new day we are never
who you once use to be
Take pride in your struggles
they help you to grow
So very many lessons in life
I've learned, I'll never just plateau
So I take inventory of my life,
announcing my benediction
Spreading words of what I'm grateful for,
my story of nonfiction
An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations
Opulently
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily,
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
we no longer need words to feel,
only when the mind wants to build labyrinthine thoughts,
for who doesn't know this darkness that swallows eternally,
drowned in the recklessness of a time that flows like a blizzard?
my expression refuses its own broken words,
words fallen out of use, like old and burned leaves,
just as today experiences what was yesterday,
dismantling reason from the refusal of all silences.
and for an entire eternity, caught in the passing moment,
alone in my olympus where my god melts into the heavens,
I'm obsessed by the absence of a presence far too often,
I don't know if I have meaning or I'm just the echo of a thought.
like a conductor lost through the rooms of a closed closet,
clinging to the penultimate note that floats in violet air,
I haven't told anyone the truth that burns when it reveals itself:
I'm precocious in my madness of seeing colors in thoughts.
everyone's curiosity floats far from the question,
the complicated calculations of a single STEP through cosmos,
beyond your passing death, your eternal flight,
announcing to those who can feel understanding without words:
against our death, against life that flows smoothly,
there will never exist sufficient law to capture the dream,
for the nameless deed is the only true deed,
and silence speaks louder when words fade into smoke.
When the west was young
Town’s people among
Mountain high and Sunshine warmth
Rugged detail
Vast land landscapes
As miles could see
The Stagecoach days
History from then to present
Breezy sir
Flying prairie dust
Reminder when horses were the ride
Gunsmoke atmosphere
The Cowboys and Sheriff who were connected as foes
Railroad sounds in the distance of Steam driven engine smoke announcing passenger arrivals
Drunken environment of Saloons
The memory of Cheyenne, Wyoming
Western style
As the sunset fades and the prairie dust kicks up
The ride into the distance towards the sunset
Town people’s chant, “Y’ALL COME BACK