Long Awing Poems
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As I incorporate colours with images in my dreams,
Still, it’s more the emotional attachments that set the scenes.
Like an onlooker in another world of landscapes,
I am in control as I pull back the invisible drapes.
My mind wanders from my body so light,
And flies off with birds into hot summer nights.
I choose the scenes I want to participate in,
I choose who will tonight be my friend or kin.
Why just last night I was challenged in combat,
Defending in Kung Fu but I never attack.
Until of course they make the first move,
But in dreams, it is easy never to lose.
I'm a whirling dervish, dancing on my toes,
Not fighting, but awing my friends and foes.
While moving my mind wanders far away,
I dance out of me, leave only my body to stay.
I will often find myself in strange situations,
Sometimes a dream will turn in various stipulations.
I was thinking of my youth,
which I occasionally do (SIGH).
When I remembered how I it was
to watch a butterfly.
They weren't around all that much to see
as I grew up in the big city.
Yet I had seen them fluttering about,
even trying to catch those so pretty.
Orange trimmed with black and gold,
morphed from their caterpillar caccoons.
Colors of the rainbow awing and floating by,
Even through the city's housing boom.
If one lands on you it is good luck,
or at least that's what they say.
I have had some good luck,
a long time ago, on another day.
The butterflys were with me
when I took tests at school.
They were with me before a game,
or when I felt like a fool.
The biggest ones came
when I was on one knee.
Asking that "Special Someone"
if she would marry me.
Oh, I don't know what color they were,
but they were in my tummy.
To this day I remember well,
they didn't taste very yummy.
They were there all the same,
fluttering about because all three were bold.
It was a big game, a test, and I felt the fool,
as she could say "No", and put my life on hold.
But those are the butterflys I overcame
kneeling before her that scary night.
She said, "Yes", and all was well
and ended my individual plight.
The butterflys went away,
and although we have laughed and shed tears.
Those butterflys are with me still,
even after all these years.
So when I see a butterfly now
in truth I can always see,
How swallowing my fear on that night,
the butterflys helped set me free.
Vibrant hues of scarlet and gold
Lilac, sapphire, colors so bold
Whispering tunes of glorious hope
Breathless promises revealing how to cope
Rich varieties of laughing blooms
In their beautiful, magical costumes
Fragrances tempting, like lilac perfume
Sweet as tender roses, even the heirloom
Listening to the silence of a tender bud
There comes a trembling echo, a flood
Stilling the spirit with serenity, tranquility
Abiding on the heart of praise and humility
Breathing in the kisses of lush flowers
Embracing the music of rain showers
Blessings fall all around the lovely garden
Sprinkling the spirit with grace, a pardon
Dreaming of leaves, easy and flowing
With liquid laughter, beauty is growing
Graceful like the stems of a gladiola
Playing on the strings of the soul, a viola
Charming the heart, a murmur of calm
Touching the feelings like an awing psalm
Feeding hope and inspiring wildflower wishes
The Spirit knows God’s grace isn’t superficies
The Shaman sat upon the sand,
the sand of ocher clay;
between the walls of ruins tall,
where ancient one did lay.
The sky above, the earth between;
took in his sincere plea
tinksha’s toned and soft flutes droned,
a mantras bold decree.
The desert heat rose like a fog,
around his folded form.
Assassin once and marked by death
today, he’d be reborn.
He’d been the light on darkened paths,
within the blackest night;
he’d be the dark now ‘mongst the glow,
of over awing light.
He had not seen, he had not known,
that ‘mongst the killers he;
had been the light, the kindest fright,
he’d been purity.
And now, upon this sacred path,
the path so golden bright;
he’d be the dark and fearsome soul
trudging toward the light.
Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!
Sholl Brentixus.......speaking to Frunious, yet which is neither might we find: (awing)
must we: or could we( pausing to glare at Dramious)
Dramious.... ( seeing that hiw line is next) Might I speak you as mine that we shall be together is sollum unity. Those that wish us to separate might they stumble upon the knowing of their own ignorance, and be despaired from the words that speaks their relationship truths!
Sholl ..... See that Which is Right is righteous and which is foul is faulted, how shall we blame for having us separated and how might we lash out in vengeance?
Dramious....we shall smile at our enemies and kiss those who seem that they love us. might the light of morning have us to know which devils have conspired against us, to unravel our trust. sample the night moments before the sun shall have us rushing to have our work finished. Than might we sup upon the meats of the beast of the fields. That together we have dined and have been strengthened, to make love before the windows that are uncurtained.
The Maid>... dinner is served my Lady
Dramious to the maid
Dramious... Shiltin have you know words for me that I starve to eat your cravings.
Shiltin ( the Help) then which is reserved might you have in portion.
Dramious.. might I have such to satisfy my hunger, or might such only tease my delight.
Shooll.. might you both eat hearty that we shall be in darkness after we dine.
Shiltin... than might the nourishment from the fields strengthen my Lady as she shall be loved in the night.
Shool.. Speak of such, how does thee knowest.
Shiltin.. the whole staff heard of your want, and need of one another, your voices carried over the doorway, we shall be asleep that you might have the night to scamp upon one another. The Farros and the feild bird are upon the table, might you dine upon these offerings.
Kelogb 10 (6-7-6)
You are the genuine ones
That make this seems to be fun
Till the last one be done
Let's say you are not there
Who would have got me cheered
Makes it meaty and clear
Either short or long tide
We turned each of all glide
With every write replied
Beautiful rains in heart
All promotes the love of art
To stress themes imparted
And learn more style to solve
Knowing what it all involve
Nominations revolve
Congratulations all
That are mentioned for its call
To take it up and ball
Am sorry for the pick
That appears to be a kick
Most come in awing clicks
I value all your likes
From all wonderful live tikes
All are good and cool strikes
Thanks! thanks! dear friendly fans
Trip along me as I span
Kelogb twenty days' plan
May your writes live for time
And reach for the world's top crime
For all to be sublime
Who has soiled the representation
of these people
with songs they shall speak
me She said before
an audience of
musicians.
The flutist and bassoonist
are engaged, they have engaged in
grinding and rumba.
Might she who wishes us apart
speak of some religious definition
that will trouble these people apart.
That her concern and devoted meddling
shall have us divided from her
need of meddling.....
They Snuck away
to a small town were
they were waited on.
The bed and breakfast had
a small theater were bands
Performed.
They watched a scene from
"Whoring Gypsies"
"Ode To LOve"
the struggle to remember
was the song sang.
They had debated on what to eat
and the waiter dared them to try the Tripe.
it was on the house, due to people lack of
interest in it.
They cursed the chef and and ordered dessert.
Ode to Love
Look to the night
might we stand
together
holding hands
to kiss
the night away
I reherst my whispers
that she would know
what I was saying
I held her close
moaned my tougne was saying
she held my hand
we were one
as lovers
ode to love
ode to love
Oh morning sun
they will know we
are together
Oh morning sun
the day has begun
then what we speak
shall instruct our future
we as one
Lovers and freinds
Ode to love
Ode to us together
The Unbroken Male Voice
she wished to be Malo in
the concerted Awing!
Warm, soothing gold reminds me of sunlight
Flickering softly, with glimpses of faith
Infused into the breathtaking caress
Against my thirsting face
Passionate imagination beckons from the
Scarlet hue drifting across my breast
With music playing stardust tones
Against my yearning faith
Melancholy, smooth azure, like the sky
Hastens through my inner reflections
Desiring the chance to bring peace
Against my silent acceptance
Rich, vivid shades of violet cascades
Through the moments, captivating
Senses with sweet tenderness
Against my whispering lips
Shadowy dusk blends into moonlight
Creating vibrant starlight darkness
Silencing the dimness with dreams
Against my tranquil spirit
Lush, bountiful pumpkin spice auburn
Rises across the autumn vista
Awing the heart with wisdom
Against my earnest grace
Flowing feelings of emerald energies
Rise up across the mountain tops
Blowing hope through the wind
Against my naked conscious
Innocent, sensitive sighs of pink
Blush lightly through my heart
Bringing loving anticipation
Against my anxious reflections
Unbelievable- Paris stopped breathing and even the world,
the cathedral spire shuddered, clung, trembling;
then, plunged burning and the crowd and the world itself,
wept, for the beautiful Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.
Construction of the cathedral began in 1160 to 1260,
a wonderful example of Romanesque French Gothic architecture;
I recall the vaulted ceiling and the awing flying buttresses,
the colorful rose windows and the medieval sculptured decorations.
I watched the news with the world as it burned for fifteen hours,
five hundred firefighters managed to save the facade and towers;
the buttresses, organ, and many precious relics and art works,
before the wooden ceiling gave way, falling in flames.
Oh yes, the whole world stopped spinning on its axis in shock,
every bird on earth fell silent and all the oceans went still;
and the world was left weeping and waiting and praying,
for the destruction of something so glorious is- unbelievable.
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April 20, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Our Lady of Paris
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1136-107-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Notre Dame In The News
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues
First Place