Long Blades Poems
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A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad
That danced throughout the lavish trees and
bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna.
A melodic weeping from a nearby willow
Serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby.
Abundant blades of amber and green
Adorned the grass, knoll
Each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers
Standing guard over their precious mother earth.
Perched high upon the timber
Angelic wings of birds that sing
Embellished the leafy branches
Some preaching to a higher cause
While others proudly rested on their laurels
A candescent sky illuminates a flowing stream
Transforming the water into a pallet of
Extraordinary colors.
Serenity is found in the dawn of each day
And sanctuary is in the moments
That take your breath away.
A word once spelled out
Defining what Saturday Night was all about
Lads from Bay City
Scene colorful, enchanting, and ever so pretty
Roller and rocking
Having one number that brought opportunity knocking
Entertaining enthusiastic disco dance girls
Experimenting with hair curls
Today Londoners are inside
Trusting the health care credibility protocol guide
Proclaiming lockdown
Serious rhetoric it did sound
Was this ugly frown?
Coming from the crown?
That brought modern life back to the ground
“Stay at home!”
Spewed the cautious tone
Instructed on the magical cell phone
“Maybe read a book all alone”
Club suggestion American author Nathaniel Hawthorne
And his writing about Witches scorned
Then convicted for the reason they were born
Passing the spiritual grades
Puritan anger sharpened threatened biblical blades
Intention protect evangelical attitude that resembled a virgin island
No one around to challenge any lying
During minute thirteen
Gallagher gent had a goal it seemed
“Get us out of relegation!
We are tired being patient!”
Came from the bird
When heard
“Extra time went way too long
The length of a Led Zeppelin song
We need to socialize and that is not wrong.”
Vengeful blades should be put a way
Scoreboard reporting nothing to say
Watch those in peaceful flight
Reminding those the Kingdom was once known as Albion white
Stop worrying about isolating fears
Instead start toasting Saturday Night cheers
Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true
quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of driving
mowers even moo
ving bovines would
clap cloven hooves
over soft as lambs wool
sensitive hearing micro corkscrew
innards, viz their spade
shaped audiological
anatomical accouterments -
cow word lee lowing Jew
pitter Io sliver by jove whew
once silence returns
(after cessation rip snorting bedlam)
savoring the hum of nature anew,
and moost likely relish
fresh cut leaves of grass
as I inhale analogous
delectable waft of homebrew
albeit molecules borne aloft
after sharp heavy duty blades
of industrial riding mowers bestrew
higglety pigglety, helter skelter
juicy fruit chlorophyll rich
plants releasing nectar
sweet as honeydew
olfactory imbibing nostalgic view
of yesterday, when agrarian farmsteads
populated landscape picturesquely
anointing, exuding, messaging...
perfuming faint clue
intimating rural lifestyle forebears
hapt tubby privy too,
where deer and antelope played
unaccosted by impending urbanization,
hence such idyllic serene rue
man nation - visage you
would probably concur
as most divine comity
worth more than any buckeroo
could purchase - vestiges vanishing
without a trace adieu
mother nature nowhere found
except caged up within zoo.
On the wings of the northern wind
The worn-out winter flew away,
Cleared the misty sky, its blue eyes
Now look at the greening meadows,
The supple blades of the nascent grass
Crowned with vibrant hues of the dawn’s dew
Listen to the music of the southern zephyr,
All these create the symphony of spring in me.
Sleeping buds sway on the cradle of sprouting leaves
Open the petals, unfurl the rhapsody of colors
In the blooming flowers of flushing dreams,
Fragrance rippling in the cascade of charming breeze
Carries the butterflies floating on ecstasy,
The fluttering tapestry of their wings
Make the music of nature’s beauty,
All these create the symphony of spring in me.
April, 25, 2018.
“The colorful collage of nature’s marvels makes
a tapestry of vibrant delight”. Quote by Poet
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float away,
brush the azure of the ashen summer sky.
The returning birds bathe in the blue bay,
in the amber twilight to the auburn nest they fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic charisma on the sly.
In the lucent sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues from its palette colors the dawn.
Drooped down slender blades of fawn grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of topaz dew,
flickers with pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
the crimson leaves rustle with autumn’s footfall slow.
The scarlet sunset sets fire in the fading satin sky,
makes a mesmeric collage of vermillion ember bright.
Soaking its cherry radiance I wait with spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
draped by cerulean moondust I’m suffused with colorful delight.
Satin purple, sunny yellow, blood red sane,
sky bright blue, overflowing moonlight stain.
Sensuous dew drenched foliage,
geometric fields of repeating dosage.
Harmony and proportion in perfect form,
sacred pattern of space and time as norm.
Universal law of interconnectedness,
visual and scented life beings reflect ness.
Secret symbols far back to Osiris,
healing frequencies applied with Jairus.
Serenely lingering like bath of peddle flow,
quivering tangerine pursed lips in blow.
Coordinated death blades in slide curled,
tapestry fountain exited amorous world.
Answers in vortex of our senses paralyze,
moments in gaze towards paradise.
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
His hair cascaded infront of his eyes
and my hand would sweep it away
to reveal his emerald greens
and I lost myself in sweet dreams
the way our hands would interlock
as if someone threw away our key
and your words like honey
dripping softly as i capture them
and I treasure what you once told me
even if they’re now faint memories
laying in blades of greens
the clouds as soft as you holding me
and I see you with a new diamond
together you shine like the sun
but we were like a star exploding
colors as bright as a supernova
and I know that I should shove away
my thoughts that hum about you
but still sometimes when my mind is clear
I think of you again
You sang to me the sweetest songs I've heard.
With pen you wrote the most romantic of words,
telling of the depth of the love you bear for me.
It's the mirrored love my heart shares with thee.
Passion smolders hottest in flames of deep blue
like the sensual nights spent in intimacy with you.
Curled in contentment when waking in your arms,
lying next to you is better than any earthly balms.
In Spring's green field, around us grasses waved.
We crushed the blades when each other we craved.
In the midst of nights, we made love in all seasons,
sharing our bodies and hearts for countless reasons.
Our blue flames of desire blazed the hottest when we touched.
I want to be burned by you over and over. I love you that much.
Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber gown doth
retract
Nutrient-rich chlorophyll doth spill and sugary saps rill
Anon, doth ween a bright, colorful sheen
Golden crescents and cherry strobes with lobes iridescent
Rounded discs on Global Willow in creamy glaze mellow
Spiny-toothed, Red Oak leaves flossed with reddish-
green gloss
Sugar Maple stars bathed in a bright pumpkin lathe
Ovular Blue Beech blades are brushed with a brackish rust
Veins of Aspen heart umbrella bleed bright yellow
Pentagram lobes of Sweet Gum gilded with purple robes
After scintillating charade, garnished blades began to
fade
Leaves' life-giving juices the stout bough refuses
Nutritious store salvaging trunk doth score
The regal, shimmering gown now shriveling crown
A duller shade of brown on the crumpled folds redound
Last gasp, its withering anchor doth cast
Descending from mercurial splendor to mother natures
blender
August 21, 2012