Long Blankets Poems
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a September preview
snowberries sunbathing..
a late... peepshow
shades of shadowing fall
sun ,highlights the pampas grass-
rose hips ripening
neath the chestnut tree
flakes of green cover this scene-
autumn blankets me
NOTE:
why hiku ?
HAIKU the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'
whereas HIKU
is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to true imagist poetry),&to avoid 'as'&'to' & the use of past tense verbs (often without verbs,adverbs,adjectives )A verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format& inherently enigmatic & still with a caesura and surprise ending
Leftovers
Don’t let Christmas come in too much of a hurry
I really can’t handle one more turkey curry
The kids now want something else for their teas
So it’s six pigs in blankets and biscuits for cheese
Faced with leftovers for the rest of the hols
Anyone want anymore sausage rolls
A nice new year snack? The family concur
I get out the turkey... its covered in fur
So now that I’ve chucked out them old turkey loins
We’ll finish the pudding that mum filled with coins
The dentist is open next week, God willing
To sort out the molar I broke on a shilling
There’s thirty one days in every December
So why is it no-one can ever remember
The night that for good luck we don’t want to miss
Can anyone tell me when twelfth night is
So the tree’s folded up and it’s back in the loft
The best China’s packed up in something that’s soft
The Holly’s chucked out which seemed a bit drastic
When you consider that most it’s plastic
Granddad’s still sat in his gold paper hat
I ask why on Earth are you still wearing that
He says he don’t like to remove it too soon
Perhaps I should tell him it’s half way through June
As autumn breezes bluster, leaves descend
Parading nature's pageantry of hues
The ceremony is the season's cue
To summon Jack Frost and his chilly friends
Jack signals for the snow flakes to begin
While he ice skates on frozen crystal streams
The moon enhances nightly with moonbeams
Fall colors gone, now winter's white transcends
Wrapped in her blankets, Mother Nature sleeps
One autumn leaves the other downy snow
She's dormant in her springtime reverie
And all the while the snow is drifting deep
As winter rages on and blizzards blow
Those autumn breezes turned to Northerlies.
an original poem by Daniel Turner
NOT FOR CONTEST
words to use: Flakes, Jack Frost, skating
snow, crystals, blizzard
Peaceful slumber engulfs my existence
my soul awakens in a tranquil silence
it floats away with waves leaving my body
a spirit astray guided by pristine breeze
that blankets my photons in a lit entropy
a silhouette I become in parallel universe
outlined by sublime molecules of supernova
I enter the black hole that leads me there
to the stagnant canopy of afar galaxies
a parched desert sleeps beneath my veil
I look for my displaced oasis of stars
I've been here in another incarnation
yet my memories hide in the dark
I touch a wall that collapses in void of
sand dunes basking in a silver impression
from a moon that never waxes or wanes
Oh! My universe at a standstill awaits
the answers I seek, the memories I keep
I listen to the silence of my soul
that reverberates a forgotten melody
A band of life shimmers from the white dwarf
sand dunes shiver beneath my shriveled feet
enchanted by a serene symphony I bridge dreams
ambrosial breeze orchestrates my tresses
meteor showers play violins in ecstasy
I watch it glide, a silhouette like me afloat
hesitant to reach my trembling shadow
the way it moves siphons away my fears
it brushes my halo with a known velvet touch
At last! You come in another universe
I've waited so long to pour my fantasies
we don't understand words nor do we need
I dip my fingers into your haloed silhouette
our shadows merge under luminescent showers
we move slowly and dance to the music
of sand dunes slipping into sandcastles
our silhouettes unite while we sleep afar
unaware of this union in a heavenly world
stars move in ripples on our drenched oasis
Then your shadow shivers and moves apart
is it time for this dream to end so soon?
The supernova strand engulfs me in a flash
Oh I wish to embrace you a little more
your silhouette nods to see me again
in another life from a yonder universe
I hear the acoustics as I enter my body
but your memories vanish in a cocoon of light
for me to find them again in another trance.
June 23, 2020
Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Stepping across these bodies
Makes me ill
Pools of blood stitched
In the soles of my shoes
Body parts dripping from
Walls where bullets passed
She went to school that day
Skipping and laughing along the way
Gunfire from hell
Unleashed in a fury of hate
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems
Seven year old girl
Face half gone
Her mother weeps
They did nothing
Stepping across these lifeless forms
Makes me ill
Rivers of blood
Stain the asphalt
Two lovers embraced
In death
Bullets passed through
Denying them life
They went to a concert that day
Joking and laughing along the way
Gunfire from Hell
Rang down from above
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems
Their parents weep
They did nothing
Stepping across these mangled forms
Makes me ill
Bodies slumped over
In wooden pews
Riddled with bullet holes
Bibles in their hands
They went to pray to Jesus
Thinking everything right
Gunfire from hell
The open front door
All are welcome
Convenient it seems
Jesus weeps
They did nothing
Stepping across these mutilated forms
Makes me ill
Bleeding bodies
Screaming kids
Bisected limbs
Coughing up blood
It was their first date
Popcorn and cokes
Gunfire from hell
Came from the stage door
Down the aisles he strutted
Convenient it seems
Defying reason
They did nothing
Don’t you understand
What doing nothing
Has done?
Complicit you are
No leadership you show
Your arrogance defies wisdom
Don’t you give a damn?
Maybe, if the dead
Were one of yours?
No??
I’m going to guess
You’re too %*# vain
Makes you guilty as well
Stepping across these bodies
These bodies covered in blood
These bodies without faces
Ties a knot
Deep in my heart
Makes me ill
Blankets cover the dead
We don’t have to look
Yet we’re part of the scene
Living in fear
These killing fields
Make me ill
Another eight today
The preacher told the crowd to go home and love
on their family
You to the far right and back of me
can't know
that the warmth of blankets keep me home
How many doorways should I enter
holding out for hope?
The sprawl in my chest
pulsing from upset
is often tamed
enough to wake and earn my wage
Bartering with God
my soul the fee
May it go unnoticed
that it's a worthless thing
I make no promises
I take no oath
Just living until all the stops just go
I'm a tired thing
spinning in circles
believing the path
however just tracks
of the other lost and fallen
I'll wait on God
Surely He sees
that I am wrapping myself up
Silly clumsy little sheep
I feel worthless
Am I worth it?
I feel hopeless
Wondering if you'll ever save me
Save me
Save me from my saddened heart of dismay
The ocean of commotion
Is where you're swimming on your own
The sea of devilish devotion
Is where you abide ambitiously all alone
I am worthy of joyous love
I am worthy of hope and faith
I am honored high above
I am worthy, too, of strength
Yeah, I need to move on
I need to really move on
Before the break of dawn
Go ahead and pass through
The reckless water and waves of self-indulgence
Hater alligator, what's new?
Are you devouring the remains of future extravagance?
Bring me to the fountain of vitality
I want to find my way out of reality
Sing me to sleep in blankets of bliss
I have often dreamt of receiving happiness
I feel distress
In my heart of stress
I feel like a mess
Should I keep trying or give up?
Should I stand my ground again?
Maybe I need rest tonight
I'll try my best with my might
And take flight above it all
Above it all
I will stand tall like a warrior's wall, so hear my victory call
I speak to you
You don't listen
You're a heartless stranger
And a rueful man of anger
I am worthy of a better friend
A friend that will be by my side
From start to finish, beginning to end
Oh, can't stand your selfish pride
Put on humility and take off arrogance
Renew the remedy of relieving radiance
Swim your shore
Of I don't care anymore
Dive in deep waters
Be with the other betrayers
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me one more reason
To follow in your footsteps
Till your footsteps are gone...
Till the moon turns into the sun...
Sick of the excuses of your desertion
Tired of your nasty denial and delusion
Grow up, why don't you?
Why don't you get the clue?
Why are you telling me what to do?
You're not my Father and you know it's true
You know it's true
So, don't deny it too
Swim your shore
To your hatred core
I did adore you
Until you drowned my hope
If you need my help,
I will say "NOPE!"
Catch you later,
Hater alligator...
Until then,
I'm moving on
The sun settled over the mountains jes' 'bout two hours ago.
Now the moon is risin' in the east a-castin' its meller glow.
In the distance, howlin' wolves render a very discordant choir,
As weary, sleepy cowpokes lounge around a glowin' fire.
They've had their supper, the usual beef, beans and applesauce.
Each has seen to the comfort uv his good and faithful hoss.
They slurp cups uv steamin' coffee and each the others regale,
With talk uv wimmen, whiskey and many a towerin' tale!
It had been a long and dusty ride on the old trail today,
Roundin' up the herd and chasin' dogies gone astray.
'Round the fire some fellers enjoy a wad uv terbaccy chaw,
While others savor a roll-yer-own, fashioned by calloused claw.
Frum across the vale a harmonica's melancholy tune is heard,
As the night guard keeps vigil and soothes the restless herd.
The boys by the fire sprawl on their blankets a-gazin' at the sky,
Marvelin' at God's handiwork, thinkin' uv home with pensive sigh.
Cowboyin' is a lonely life and the rewards are mighty few.
It's fer certain the material things uv life he'll never accrue.
I s'pose some folks reckon a cowpoke's life is purty strange,
But he'll keep on a-wranglin' 'til called home to that celestial range!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The foxglove Summer has tripped away
I am farmed out far from home
Alone, with strange tongues
Winter slips quietly into
The far corner of my comfort
While the Mouse size room sleeps
Night has stolen days short hours
Pulling at the rare white light
It tip toes past in a dust stream
Cold glass holed, and damp cardboard
Subdue the pin-pointed reflections of me
And darkness has side stepped itself
Slowly daylight drips itself into
Watery, blurred, sleep filled eyes and
A jig-sawed dawn arrives in pieces
Blue chilled noses appear from itchy blankets
From Winter pressing heavy down
Frosted Jack the Cat slips on grey slate
Frozen breath particles float upward
The shy Sun, mixes stiff scary shadows
Cold toes string like pegs too the floor
Ah, smell hot tea, drifting in a saucer
It snakes up bendy in the stairwell
Its heady scent sweet too the senses
Yawning and hot, a pot black Stove
The thin day slides in under the front door
A letter arrives, accompanied by voices carrying tears.
Sometimes I can’t breathe
I can’t even fathom the thoughts I have
Why they complicate my mind
Leaving me behind
Sometimes my words don’t ever work
And those moments when I’m quiet—
There’s actually a million words a minute-
A thousand critiques
You call my name and I can’t even fight back
Can’t even argue
Instead I bury my head beneath the blankets-
Throw a pillow over top
And scream.
It’s only bringing me more agony
More regret
More feelings of uselessness.
I isolate myself almost completely,
Painted with a believable smile
One you’ve seen many times
But what would one more time hurt?