Long Bejewelled Poems
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The old wooden gate is inviting.
A testament to the careful hands of a previous owner. It squeals a greeting as the celtic filigree moss yields to my presence.
I discard my footwear, seeing the need to connect with the fertile green mat of welcome. Apples hang like fragile bejewelled baubles, sweet and dew laden.
A translucent moist mist meanders above the emerald carpet.
I have no intention of disturbing the delicate beauty of the silhouetted trees, yet a whispering invitation begs me to taste and enjoy.
As I pluck the low-hanging blessing, ruddy red and crimson cool to the touch.. the trees whisper again to each other in musical melancholy.
I bite.
Revealing the future of humanity; like Eve, captured by a naive delight. The juice runs away from my lips like an uncontrolled lie.
I ponder, revealing the descendents in this sculptured core, as it falls from my loosened grasp. I can easily count the seeds in this apple, but could never count the apples in each seed.
I sense a Holy moment, knowing my soul will always be grateful for the symphony of the orchestral orchard.
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"Rabbits"
down the rabbit hole
we go
looking
for what, we are yet
to find and fully know
love leads us through
we look back for a little while
we observe shadow’s sad reflections
calling out to us
in the setting sun
we turn away, face forward,
we've just begun
we are at the intersection
and the Pooka
whispers -
"there’s no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
time pulls us in, it runs
like a rabbit, fast
that ridiculous rabbit runs
breeds
urgency
a trite necessity
we’ve now opened emerald gates
our journey rumbles us
into the bejewelled jungle
familiars give us trouble
we fall in love fast
we bleed and stumble
we get up again
along the road
we grow,
we try for a while
to be sensible,
we try to be humble
humour winks,
and warns
invisible
rabbits
are trouble
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Alice"/ Gaga
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In a full glare of mishaps,
Weariness that has engulfed in a close weight,
Worries which have encompassed in a high gear,
Hitches with fears in tolls,
Pressures mounted in a great capacity,
Troubles beefed up at a high esteem,
Hardwork and integrity without a fair share,
Suicide which is now a close ally,
Temptations with thoughts of giving up,
Rejection covers the face as a veil,
Shame creeps in like a scorpion in the dark,
Alas! This young man says to himself,
"Indeed,I failed but up,I'll rise again"
"In my veins the golden fluid flows"
"The flow of success and glory"
"Crowns laid down to be bejewelled with"
"And esteemed honour,totally unwrapped".
Faerie land will return to Earth
To restore the planet to green
They will arrive with such a display
This world has not for eons seen;
They will saddle fighting Dragons
In parade across a dawning sky
Harness’s bejewelled and agleam
As the parade proceeds on by.
They sowed a false racial memory
Left there in the iron wielder’s mind
Of ethereal winged creatures
Small beings of a fragile kind,
Then they roved out to the stars
Left the planet of their birth
Gave mankind in all its beauty
Our glorious mother earth.
Now they are returning in anger
Tinged with maybe a little sorrow
To restore the old glories
And give the world a tomorrow.
No delicate winged creatures these,
Each a hardened warrior elf
Prepared, in their cause
To sacrifice the self.
They are coming they are coming.
They have sent messages on before;
Messages of joy and hope and peace
But they are prepared for war.
They will restore the Mother
Never striking the first blows
But in the cause they will give
Many a broken bloodied nose.
They will live in peace if possible
So long as man accepts that again
Mabs and Oberon will control
A restored benevolent faerie reign
Faerie land will return to Earth
To restore the planet to green
They will arrive with such a display
This world has not foe eons seen.
Little I ask, my wants are few,
I only wish a roof and home -
a simple one this man will do
that I may call my own.
To within its walls live and age
with a memoir to fill my page.
Plain fare is all I need for me,
a ration a day to hearty fill,
and oft to satisfy a thirsty plea
water my dry lips to spill.
And so granted if I should ask
a cold stubbie or whisky flask.
I care not for gold and land,
nor chattel or title to obey -
just a mortgage and at hand
money enough to pay.
I only this need ask and pose
lest the bank on me foreclose.
My clothes I do proudly wear,
no robes of bejewelled ties,
for king ‘n yeoman are I swear
equal all in God’s eyes!
Nay, I am not of that noble ilk
and need no garments of silk.
I do not seek what I need not
like a rich man’s cars or toys -
my contentment is with my lot
and in life’s simple joys.
A humble man beholden for
if this world favour me more.
Truly not I begrudge no man
his Hope, his Fate, his Love -
I seek truths none more than
the word of God above!
And to behold if it is His will
His grace in life to death until.
Written: May 2018
With special thanks to
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
It is the longest night.
We tread gently through the wood,
Feather moss and beech leaves
Amber soft under foot
Dampen and muffle the rustle of our winter coats.
There's a snap of the twig
And a flutter of woodpigeons lift,
As if applauding the return of the sun.
We watched them fly
Through the crackled glaze of bare branches -
“As our lanterns burn bright,
Our feet seek safe ground.”
We bow low to the Holly,
King of the winter,
Bejewelled with berries and crowned in thorns,
Hosting a chiming of wrens,
Who herald our journeying
In bursts of sing-song -
“Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Onward through the valley
We step into the footprints of darklings,
Deer, fox and badger.
Cross pilgrim paths where flints glint,
As if iridescent tiny tombstones
For the butterflies and dragonflies of summers long passed.
“Our lanterns shine bright,
Our feet find safe ground,
We walk without fear
In the dark all around.”
At the heart of the wood
We gather near the great oak,
And together we light a fire.
Watch as ribbons of flame
Caught from flashes of sparks,
Illuminate our faces in the cinder glow of midwinter.
Alongside us, pixie-cup lichens wassail a promise of spring
An oath as unbreakable as our human cups of plastic and tin.
With mulled apples, honeyed and spiced
We welcome light in.
Feast upon pastries of fruits in a marzipan of delights.
Feeling blessed with good cheer,
We start the new year.
Driving home in the car,
From the road I see stars of wonder.
I see trees a-glisten with tinsel.
Windows lit golden under twinkling eaves.
I am sure I can hear, and the wind whispers, “listen”
As I opened the door,
An echo once more, held soft in the still of night –
“May your light shine bright,
May your feet walk safe ground,
May you seek without fear,
May you like what you found.
Stay near to each other,
Offer comfort and cheer,
Come back to the woods,
Each solstice, each year.”
Sailing the oceans of my mind, i dream that i am free
No compass tells me where i am, or where i ought to be.
I drift along on summers breeze, and gaze at starlit skies.
They guide me where the sun goes down, that's when i fantasize
Of fabled fish from treasure ships, in mighty oceans deep.
Bejewelled scales and silver tails, their diamond eyes don't sleep.
This world has no dimensions; so far out, in time and space.
And, i am the lonesome sailor who navigates solace.
Pure ivory for coral reefs and strings of pearls its sands.
Where lantern fish light up the shores, of many distant lands
The ocean floor's a carnival, awash with style and grace.
Exotic fish like sailing ships festooned with silver lace.
When; sea horses clad in marcasite race the coming tide.
It's time to leave this fantasy before my dreams subside.
As rainbow coloured flying fish will guide me home each night
They turn starboard to safe harbour, afore the morning light.
Sailing poetry contest.
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PRETENSIONS
a fantasy
ego
self pleasing
sentimentality
symbolizing the
figurative
in
bejewelled
attire
in
distinctive
gesture
so allegorical
& memorable
floating
surreally
in primped
pefection
yet
pecularily
distorted
&
detached
but still
signalling
the flirtatious
in
meticulous
unreality
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Away with strife and toil...... pain and sorrow dim
as into a mysterious shroud of darkness
light as a feather I spin.
Sheep gamboling on fields of
colorful hues in blue and green
old friends I meet again
in places I have never been.
A child again.......... skipping rope , counting eggs
chickens and ducks on flying legs.
Angels hands caress my cheek
under wings of winking gems
I play hide and seek.
A little dove as white as snow
in blurry mists .... an ethereal glow.
Voices call out from afar
as I ride upon a shooting star.
Rivers flow clear and bright
oceans surge against the tide
sturdy crabs on sandy beds
conch shells whisper in my ear.
A bouquet of flowers....from mother dear
a symbol of love from one
who passed away many long years.
Gems glitter on trees
the tinkle of wind chimes in the breeze
as a voice calls from somewhere near.
Rise and shine...open your eyes
a gentle shake......I am awake.
Yet I would rather be in that beautiful place
the world of dreams
a beautiful face....bejewelled trees
flowers of love... sunbeams
shooting stars...a brilliant light
in my heart an ethereal glow resides.
My waking hours are now
enhanced by a glimpse of beauty
beyond compare
in a place between sleep and wake
the space between two worlds
a place where mysteries unfold
and beautiful stories are told.
When in drizly April, I am swayed by
incredible petrichor, run to the window,
watch pouring rain on every trembling leaf,
every quivering branch, caressing the trees,
ecstatically savouring every bit of
those tiny raindrops… as if trees waiting
for so long to get drenched with passion!
I only live to dream about you!
I only live to pine for you!
When in majestic Fall, I get intoxicated
with vibrant colours of the universe, leaves
whirling, swirling, twirling, fluttering
all around, I want to dive in the piles of colours
like a soul in ecstasy, and feel the
warmth of you clasping my hand tight!
I only live to embrace you
when my eyelids droop in slumber,
in frosty chilly winter nights, scintillating
snowflakes covering the treetops,
rooftops laced with silver ribbons
of shiny white, evergreens bejewelled
with snow pellets, I wait and glance
through the hazy misty window panes,
and reminisce about the unforgettable
precious moments of our togetherness.
I only live to read poetry with you!
when the moon glistens in hushed darkness,
stars twinkle and sprinkle stardust
in our dreamy eyes, fireflies glitter
and moths surrender to their destiny!
your tender silky voice makes me fall
in love again and again...and again.
I only live to read poetry with you!
April 7, 2023
"I Only Live To Love You" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Placed Sixth