Long Auroral Poems
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"Tomorrow"
I put my hand on your heart
You put your hand on my heart
A tender plot written in 3 lines
Nothing said
Nothing missed
Nothing guessed
Revolvers shoot sharp silent guard
Piercing words are played like a golden harp
Love is no science
Tomorrow begins it never ends
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. Dawn Chorus
1.1
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dawn_chorus_(birds)
1.2
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dawn_chorus_(electromagnetic)
1.2.1
The electromagnetic dawn chorus is a phenomenon that occurs most often at or shortly after dawn local time. With the proper radio equipment, dawn chorus can be converted to sounds that resemble birds' dawn chorus (by coincidence).
The electromagnetic dawn chorus is believed to be generated by a Doppler-shifted cyclotron interaction between anisotropic distributions of energetic (> 40 keV) electrons and ambient background VLF noise. These energetic electrons are generally injected into the inner magnetosphere at the onset of the substorm expansion phase. Dawn choruses occur more frequently during magnetic storms.
This phenomenon also occurs during aurorae, when it is termed an auroral chorus.
1.2.2 Aurora
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora
1.2.3 Auroral Chorus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auroral_chorus
free spirit of summer: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond daybreak spilling
colored tones on mounds of rosebuds
dripping of citrine sensation...
how beautiful they are,
enough to widen hundreds of a maiden's smiles...
and while swags of August cuddle
gemmed blossoms and herbage ,
a plump view shapes morning into a spray
of mountain petals, spreading sheer
rapture on long, lavish fields---
spellbound by sunlight of auroral tint,
flowers burst more daring than
the red, orange and pink of early beam,
as trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds
waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...
and much like the sun they were born from,
florets thrust their tanned arms radiant. rare. robust...
here, a parade of garlands dressed in
satin hues prances on the first touch of light:
that finally, earth's flesh is decked
in summer rays, in softened prayer...
sun - up waltzing pivoting
in dawn's sweet, effervescent glow!
Every thought
I had fought
Is like each single
I've ever mingle
As each cough
has been so tough
To cope
with when thinking of hope
But it is true,
no one wish for blue
Yet in the end,
everyone becomes your friend
When the plans
elongate your spans
That you sing
for joy like a king
No one will see
to the drowning sea
You had sailed
through lonely veiled
In coils
of trouble projecting foils
Which beautify
what memories testify
No one shingles
my thought in reggae with jingles
Like Deborah
whose voice is auroral
And can make florals oral
when in quarrel
With the breeze
to seize atmospheric freeze
To ease
humans of an appealing sneeze
And set all free
with her divine decree
But be it as it may
On this soil, I am still enjoying each day
Though it is certain
No one can hold forever detained
On this soil with his oil
Beyond liquidation of its spoil
One day, I will travel
To the land of gold to unravel
Eon; ever new Jerusalem
And stopped the earthly pendulum
So do everyone
Be prepared
Like a soldier without gun
That never have the loss declared
Hello daybreak, good gracious sunrise!
the many harbingers of life
seamless at the hems like satin threads
weaving carpets of morn's carousel rides…
fluffy,
fluted
and fiery.
This journey embedded by walks
where dewdrops upon toes
tickle on the grandeur of new dreams--
a magical discovery enshrined
on souls bathed in the brink of hope:
if your time is like mine
varnished as the radiant sunrise
hiding beneath aerie branches of hillsides
powerful yet gentle--
then sing with me,
till the light breaks into million auroral strobes
while baby clouds knight leaps of a heart
and smile at the fondle of twirling leaves.
Ring the bell for some minutes as a roulette
of glossed frames wend through an endless, sinless blaze…
slowly,
softly,
subtly.
Contest:Silent One's Sunrise or Sunset
2/17/2018
From its own space in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.
How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment holding an endless fest…
When jiggle-wiggle sound of breakers glide
As egrets' chorale peaks their tune with zest.
On through shoreline basking on grass and fern
Canvas of trees come noon...rests from this spree:
Until sand dunes quiet down to merge
With waves now tame ...ending lake's jubilee.
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8/08/2019
Devotion To Ocean Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
—Where My Exile Ended in Your Light—
I entered first the prison of a levin,
an empyreal wound of auroral fire
engraved upon creation's obsidian palimpsest, where no
adamantine fetter circled my mortal being,
nor umbral silence sealed the astral threshold; yet I remained
as though eternity had distilled from its immeasurable depths
one sanctified chamber for its undying flame.
I wandered through labyrinthine dominions of becoming,
bearing vestigial constellations upon my soul,
pursuing seraphic dawns beyond the argent verge
where mortal yearning dissolved into celestial oblivion,
while beneath my veiled immensities awakened
the primordial canticle of my fragmented stars
returning to the archetypal firmament of their genesis.
Then you arrived beneath the quivering aureole
of the empyrean night—not as a conflagration
that devoured, nor a maelstrom enthroned upon the void,
but as the ineffable radiance preceding creation's first dawn,
through which my exiled rivers of consciousness flowed
from aeons of separation into the boundless ocean
of their forgotten origin.
Within your eyes I discovered nascent galaxies; within your embrace,
vanished distances dissolved; within your soul I heard the hymn
that breathed before light conceived its own division.
The levin vanished; heaven withdrew its hidden scripture,
yet I remained within that vanishing eternity:
the soul is not liberated by fleeing every boundary,
but by finding the horizon where infinity surrenders.
I was not imprisoned by the lightning that touched heaven;
I was the heaven that remembered its own eternity as light.
Catch and Release
Art of let go
A journey
to release, a practice
to detach
Nearly three decades capturing the fruits of Sowind
~ I’m forever grateful…..deepest gratitude
for this catch, unexpected gift
Ready to release
Release responsibilities
Release W2
Release trophy
Release hidden ego
Release calling: a call to stand up to the plate of my life
Release weighing of the fish
Release being strong
Delegate this post to someone in needs
Entrust this auroral light to a successor
let the ribbon of barbless hook unfurl gracefully
After all
The fish are
unhooked and returned to the Universe
A liberating release! A grateful release!
Along the edge of a forgotten woodland
There slithers a wave of auroral tint,
As daybreak burnishes its crimson strand
Glistening a pool of lilies an imprint:
Fertile the clay where shore rises gently--
That I reflect on youth’s laughter, aglow
The silver-blue waters ebb contently ;
While fields of thistle in new harvest blow.
Despite June’s tempest, I relish life’s grace
My eyes marking the stencil of ripped trees
A yesterday which draws me to embrace ;
The comfort of kin amidst storm’s reprise.
And rambling up the woodpath I still love
The misty tides speak of childhood tunes--
Like hums dulcet from a skyscape above
Inviting me home, night sparkling old moons.
Resubmitted 4/30/2018
Contest of Laura Loo: Any Rhyming Poem In April
Form: Quatrain
Lucent is new light waking laced leaves,
When rays descend upon diamond dew
To thrill every oak, its treeline tinted in gold
By morn’s auroral ambiance; its alchemy--
Beguiling bewitching a pageant of buds :
Sunshine embellishes Sabbath with finery
As dawn spills floral-song along joyous strolls;
This magical beam , a divine moment for mankind
Who hums gracious hymns through early hours…
Praising God’s peace till day breaks into a psalm!
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Written For Edward Ibeh : Pick A Title; Vol.3 Alliteration
3. 24.2019 *
I was gently awakened by euphonic cooing
of mated doves perched on aspen branches
whose golden leaves rustled sweet silver songs
I rushed to open my wooden dormer window
and hum a greeting to their soft morning trills
With hands splayed on the ancient stone sill
my face welcomed the sun's auroral warmth
I felt the chill of Autumn's breath biting the air
and exhaled in contented sighs of appreciation
for the stunning beauty of this mountain valley
To paint nature's colors without dreary compromise
would require a far greater artistic hand than mine
While gazing from my cabin's primitive casement
I descried a canvas stippled in blazing pastoral hues
framed by the rustic charm of my bedroom window