Long Bevy Poems
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Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Cover to cover
rosy cheeks looked at him from the Corner of her
eyes, beckOning him oVer to her solicitation of lovE
and sexual desire. She kept winking those big eyes,
determined to Reel him like an easy fish, baiTing him
in with her youth and beauty, a race course Of curves,
no man would not want to speed his Car in. Her track
gorgeous. Her Oval better. A haven to challenge quest,
beVy of love and thE climax of adrenaline. She kept
ogling, her hands inching her skirt up her thighs. He
opened up to her finally. She caught heR mark. A
kitten, walking towards her seeking warmth and love.
connie pachecho
1/13/17
notes-acoustic reading book; message cover to cover-solicitor read her mark like a book, cover to cover, under the guise thereof
lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract
vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion
eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
(against time) and jet propulsion
of sphincter muscles'
spasmodic desperately raced
unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir,
who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts
about mooning doth not crack
a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
(despite usual presence of chuckles
from this fan of good humor) high jacked
for what seems a maternity leave
from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals
aching with cramps he
ving (times square of the hippopotamus)
with cervix fully dilated key
ping alert, when mother nature ready
to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)
to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed
in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn
the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!
The back room
of creation
where much of life
is spent
Victim to
the waiting game
where doldrums
reinvent
All dressed up
and ready
with nowhere
clear to go
Waiting for
that flash of light
to put me
— in the know
*****
Reality Preying
Not killing
time
Time killing
him
The hourglass
drains
As life
grows thin
Slaying the
dragon
A fantasy
still
Reality
preying
On folly
— distilled
*****
Stepping Out
More than a
lifetime
Unmeasured
by years
Enlightenment
prospers
No doubting
or fear
Stepping out
of the circle
And into the
light
Dimension
is truant
With reference
— contrite
*****
One Slip
Life
on the edge
where finality
threatens
Hope
meets disaster
both tightening
their grip
Never
look down
with redemption
above you
One slip
and the promise
of glory
— submits
*****
Darkness Retreating
Writing
to a standard
new standards
are drawn
Light
disinfecting
a bevy
of wrongs
Writing
to a standard
the truth
is upheld
Darkness
retreating
deception
— expelled
*****
To Bask In Its Presence
Writers
have a double edged
courtship with time
Cutting both ways
past and future
defined
But the moment’s
unwritten
unspoken unrhymed
To bask in its
presence
— you live it sublime
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel
the pain at times
or that it's easy fighting back
tears from eyes
These wells of water helped me
maintain my peace of mind
when buoyancy recognized
the row was heavy
Waves of emotion flow
with steady lucidity
bringing with them
a bevy of things to
mention
My levees & crystal clear
intentions are boundaries
that help me avoid
attrition
Strength comes subtly
when you aren't
paying attention
& then suddenly your
mightier upon
ascension
I fail to mention secrets I've
disclosed to self
that came in times
I was supposed as
lonely
I was supposed to be but
never seen loneliness
up close enough so it's
hard to glean
It's too morose you see
& I've always been so close
to me that my adjacent self
never portrayed the scene
The lack of complacency
keeps me moving
& looking forward within
for more things
to see
So if you were to see
the world through me &
my set of eyes
you'd see that I've cried
inside but wiped the slate
before the tears had dried
It all seems soooo contrived
to the point where
my face that was etched
in stone had no place
to hide
Still I bring forth what I
feel inside as a way
to emote
letting you know
this isn't a queasy boat
Nor is it an easy wave to ride
when storms are the norm
in these outrageous
times
In my dreams I slide
sailing on sunny days
ducking the overcast
& its greasy ways
Like a bird I choose to fly
leaving things beneath
my wings behind
while I enjoy
the sky
I've said goodbye to what's
under the higher mind
choosing to stand over
the lower times
As above so below
they hear the
cries
before they evaporate
like water that
falls from cloudy
eyes
How deeply sung the inspired
remnants of the poet's fire,
the well being of love desired.
A bevy of words fraught
rising from the embers more distraught
love lessons untaught.
in the burning bleed of the aching heart
set deep in the feelings of emotional start
never to be expressed too smart.
The flames rise whipping the infatuated high
and physical temptations are but a lie
as lives passing in the by and by.
Tell me a different story
where the imagination finds greater glory
embracing the dream as quarry,
reality here within the settling acceptance
of love and its rejection
finds no peace in its resting.
I loved you, I'm sure I do
but quick it fades when untrue
and the loneliness remains subdued.
For those that
are wondering &
don't already know
this is only my intro
Follow me as I go
into a bevy of
new directions
My introspection?
Deeper than grave
perceptions of egos
at deaths door
They're incinerated
in more ways than one
because it's hot
at the core of things
This door brings you
to the fringes of a reality
you aren't ready for
today
One that's off the hinges
& infringes upon
boundaries you've
kept locked away
I implore you to
stay away if you aren't
ready for a new
way of seeing
There's a whole new
production coming
to the fore
No acting
just being
This is a drawn out
introduction to
so called
things of lore
A rise assured by
the steady hands
of the divine
A quiet conception
being birthed
at the most
appropriate of times
A shine so magnificent
it could easily be mistaken
for something
dark
Feasibly so because
the spark is so blinding
to shady eyes &
was from the start
On your mark
Get ready & set to go
while keeping
your focus steady
What of the weight
of the world on
all our shoulders?
It's heavy
but nothing we can't
lift & bear
I'll share something
else with you
again
As I've said in
times past
it all works out
in the end
It's fair to say
the more we lift
the stronger it is
we become
Nothing worth having
comes easy & if it did
getting it wouldn't
be fun
.
So bashful my soon to be wife
She places her fingers into my
hand as I help her down from the
surrey
Her eyes firmly fixed to mine
she smiles
and curtsies
Arm in arm
I lead my petite princess to an arbor
adorned with flowering vines
and a bevy of meadowlarks
Resting on my knee
I ask for her hand
my lips kiss her soft fingers
and I speak in romantic verse
I ask forever to share life
and her moist kisses at night
Magically my bashful little flower
my timid princess spoke with jest
to shift the fright
and down her soft cheeks
tears crystalline
from her brown eyes fell
With gesticulation
and her hair flowing
whilst she gracefully danced
I heard
"yesss"
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!