Long Autumns Poems
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The colors of a rainbows scheme
Reminds me of you when I dream
They are colorful and bright
Shining like you in the night
The yellow in your hair becomes
Specks of shimmer in the sun
That blows around me in the breeze
Like Autumns colorful fallen leaves
You sparkle with each little motion
Making me believe this notion
The bluest of the sea and tides
Found their way into your eyes
Green is what I see each time
I think someone has crossed the line
Trying to take your love away
But I’m thankful every day
You never give into their games
And make our love go up in flames
Red’s the color of deep fire
Warming me up with desire
Coming each day from your heart
That Ive felt right from the start
Purple violets are a treat
When they blossom it’s so sweet
The way that your devotion shows
When it blooms and starts to grow
Orange kittens are so precious
Like your love sent as a gift
That I unwrap every night
When I hold you close and tight
Now you know why in my heart
That I hold a special spot
Every time the raindrops show
The love inside a rainbows glow
6/22/2014
With just one glance her enchanting smile won
Cadence of his heart crooning: she was the one
And fairy-tale of sweethearts had thus begun
Stealing stealthily the missives of alluring eyes
Gawking sundown on ebullient magenta skies
Welcoming newfound tempo passions bestow
In temple of his soul where halos of love glow.
Tethered to that moment strums song of yore
Serenading love, lauding memories sublime,
Extolling moment divine, firmly etched in time,
Never conquered since, nor tendered before,
Pulsing strings of hearts its rhythms now implore
Gilded autumns of fervor to forever blaze ardor
As melodies romantic soar, warbling evermore.
Years have traversed, yet, he treasures that smile
Eloquent in her style, as sensuous eyes beguile,
While tolling bells of fate blissful hymns chime:
Oh! how one sweet moment became a lifetime,
Neither shall it wither, nor fade from its prime;
This moment divine, now memorialized in time~
Tethered to it journeys, his blessed life sublime.
August 30, 2021
Poem of the week on September 5, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Tethered To A Moment
We buried so many autumns together,
and so many dead leaves are hiding in the sunset of our lives,
We kissed so many stars on the clear nights,
The waves have dug in the rock so many pains,
so many traces, so many tears.
We are slowly heading for the last season.
So many raindrops are hanging behind our eyelids,
ready to dance with the longings that burn in our chest,
So many answered prayers lay their petals on the holy water,
We feel You at the door, God, You are so close!
Ah, Lord, we are waiting for You!
Songs of joy, songs of thanksgiving resound in the violin strings,
and in the verses of poetry,
Grace covers us,
The clay has startled, wrapped in warm shivers,
It smells like spring, the flowers bloom again,
Not far away, in the silence of the night, we can hear the shofar.
A cold front moved in overnight
and morning’s air made me breathe deep,
like an athlete before an event.
Yesterday’s humidity pushed aside,
creates a feeling of zest,
as if it’s the first touch of Spring.
But this is Autumn chasing
a recalcitrant Summer,
like the sun chasing darkness.
Following my early morning walk,
I sit in the corner of the kitchen
drinking coffee and watching the cat
on the window sill.
The neighborhood is quiet
and my eyes move to a leaf,
floating to a breeze-appointed place
near the fence in a flower bed.
I wonder how many more
Autumns I’ll experience,
now that I’m retired.
the river seemed to wind forever amongst the golden trees
the sunshine made a lazy day amid the autumn breeze
the green of mountains up above cascading streams below
thats how the autumns used to be on nights so long ago
there was such beauty in the land with blue grey skies above
you could here waters buff the sand and robins sing of love
i heard a whipperwill cry low a dove sent back the call
a bluejay perched upon a bough i thought he would surely fall
down by the river where i would go to spend some time at night
i would watch the twinkling of a star till it went out of sight
so much to view at setting sun a beauty to behold
the silence of an autumn night back in the days of old
Acorns are falling
And autumns beginning to fade
Been lonely for sometime
Now I can’t find a smile
My shadow walks
But I can’t find my knees
A disarray of fallen leaves
Brushing away my ease
Carel is home
Caroling with the wind
December sings her song
Do you even notice I’m gone
Note to myself
The clouds are dipping low
I have to become something more
Before time lets me go
When everyone’s preaching the same tune
And only new founders loom
With decimated friends I fail to comply
Taking inventory among a pharaohs tomb
If you can’t appreciate me at my worst
How are you to recognize me at my best
He would sing a lot
From a voice that was dull
Walking on broken skeletons
This great wall of china moans
Shadows dance dimly toward your hand
as the sun brushes against the sand
Now that time won’t allow my stay
On this day that lives with us
My comfort seems to push you away
Now I can’t feel you there
Whoever finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favour from the Lord above.
You are that good thing, my answered prayer,
The embodiment of grace, of peace, of love.
Happy wife, happy life — they say it lightly,
But I have lived it as a sacred truth,
For your smile is the sunlight of myself dwelling,
Your joy is the keeper of my youth.
I promise to treat you better,
Not merely in words, but in the way I live,
To love you not when it is convenient,
But with all the love a man can give.
To be with you forever,
Not for a season, not for fleeting years,
But through the autumns of our lives,
Until eternity itself disappears.
I will never mistreat you, never forsake you,
My vow is carved upon my heart,
I will always be by your side,
Till death itself shall try to do us part.
When life gives you lemons, I will make your lemonade,
I will turn your bitterness to sweet,
When the world grows heavy and unkind,
I will be the calm beneath your feet.
I will be there to give you a shoulder to lean on,
When strength abandons you and hope feels thin,
I will be there to wipe your tears,
When the night is long and sorrows creep within.
Because being yours is my purpose,
And loving you is my eternal goal,
You are my everything, my world beyond measure,
The prayer that completes my soul.
Your love is a treasure I have never taken for granted,
A rare jewel I could never trade,
It is depthless, endless, and divine,
The kind for which empires would fade.
So take my hand, my wife, my forever,
Let me love you as a man was born to do,
Wholly, deeply, faithfully and endlessly,
For there is no life, my love, without you.
Thoughts of the past beneath trees shade deep sighs
as leaves rain above relax ambience.
A mountain gravel path laced in pigments
freckle crimson, copper, and honey gold
striking crisp blithe as soft waves of fluttering
pinnate leaves still battle for existence
on living limbs, an autumn tarpaulin.
The rise of dust beneath the evergreen,
the rushing timbre cool river against
gravel and rocks banks deep flowing downhill.
A moment adorned in an heirloom time
a bouquet of many autumns that chime;
joy of many early dawns.
Mother deer with newborn fawns
arousing out epic world in springtime.
10/15/2021
Third stanza a serious Limerick
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
You'll know I'm near
when western cedar scents the air
On the strings of blarney
We'll walk the ebony frets
against the gathering gloam
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
Since seventy-six
the calluses have set
Along the strings of blarney
We strike the open chord
that fills the room
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
We slide our fingers
down the weathered neck
Through the strings of blarney
The mahogany has mellowed
where our hands have wept
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
I never claimed
the tuning stayed precise
We swapped strings
to keep the pitch
The neck needs a patient hand
or we leave it be
and play on
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
I know the notes
were never wholly true
In the strings of blarney
Some rang clear
others fell flat
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
There were songs
we never learned to play
A verse or two
we never got right
We put them away
and learned another tune
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
And if you hear
this old guitar someday
On the strings of blarney
You may hear a wrong note
and know it was ours
Fifty autumns
sealed in Indian Rosewood
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Late for marriage
Loneliness engraved deep into my heart, I now am a mere stone. Many springs bloomed and autumns saw greens turn into orange, twilight of dusk brought no light of love as years passed by. No better than a piece of brain, I am work and all work. Ended the wait for the Prince Charming with dumped unsung unrhymed notes and plucked strings of subtle heart.
Try not mend my violin
those threads of thoughts
and hollow heart,
Try not steam my mind
those foggy images
in time forgotten,
Try not set ablaze
those dousing embers
for years frozen,
As I love my freedom
own ways with life,
As I have no feelings
to be someone's wife,
Asking buds to blossom
know the time lag,
Faded colours if shine
I might not go blind,
Words that were lost
under covers of time,
Don't unveil to set free
for everyone to see,
My embarrassment
of learning so late,
Marriage was never my fate,
I want to be just myself.
Written Nov 28th, 2015
For contest "Haibun freestyle"
Sponsor- Scott thirty seven
Awarded 5th place win