Long Blue(a) Poems
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Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent
A little latch opened a flash of blue a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place
yes I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase
A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp
contented as a Mishka, he cried out, " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .
The End.
December 24, 2020
Each day we only have one task
To live our life to our very best
Sometime we hide behind a mask
Even when we do our very best
Though the future can look bleak
It doesn't mean that we are weak
Sometimes we need to shed a tear
We were strong at the very start
For out of the blue a mask we wear
What became of that strong heart
Why can't those feelings we speak
For our true self that we now seek
We thought that there was a place
Our true self from the world hide
But was there really such a place
Or did we just hide behind our pride
New day is dawning so does a task
Start a new day take off that mask
Now it time to rewrite your life story
As each day you can face tomorrow
You won't have to be enrobe in glory
Doesn't mean there won't be sorrow
Living is about overcoming life task
Knowing you can live without a mask
In hues of blue, a bracelet crafted
For the father, strong and true
Threads of cobalt, woven tight
A symbol of love, a guiding light
In crimson red, another strand
For the mother, with warmth so grand
Passion and care, intertwined gracefully
An everlasting bond, unconditionally
And in royal purple, a third to see
For the child, innocent and full of glee
The blending of hues, a family's embrace
Bound together, in love and grace
Each color tells a story untold
Of a family's bond, strong and bold
A bracelet of blue, red, and purple unite
In love and connection, forever bright.
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
hoisting what is true
onto blank page as unhealed rage
this theatre an expanded oyster
Pearl becoming translucent
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glows pink silver the waiting Pearl to hurl
theatre seats are empty cold
rage evaporating with poverty
Truth speculatively mature
palms wrinkled warmly
cool blue a crying sky afar surfing
insanity protected his Heart
my blood runs a River of Stories
~~~~~~~~~
How can a stranger standing at the corner,
leave me breathless, in a trance... I ask you?…
What are the chances, in such a moment,
one brief encounter could change a life?
You were the sunlight, after the rain fell
leaving me defenseless. Makes no sense at all. ..
So, how to explain it? A spell, that is nameless
Nothing will ever be the same
~
How can it be? Can this be really happening?
Or is it just a dream?……
A chance encounter, that fate designed for me?....
But now, I'm floating on a cloud
~
Unlikely strangers, after the thunder,
waiting for traffic, to let us move on
Then came the static, something like magic
flashed to light the afternoon
___
There was a rainbow, on the horizon
rising against the blue, a sign to tell me
Spellbound, I'm flying, ... I'm realizing
suddenly my world is something new!
I've found tomorrow, standing at the corner,
under a stoplight, and after rain fell
There at the crosswalk, lost in crossfire…
Dare I hope you felt it too?
~
Now everyday, we cross paths at the corner, and
I've seen you come, and go …….
I'm left to wonder, do you know?
And could you feel the same way that I do?
What are the chances, someday on that corner
you'll take my hand, and know that it's forever?
With recognition, divine intervention
We'll never walk alone again….... again…………again….
………………………………………………………………..
Lyrics for music written by Kevin Kern "Chance Encounter"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Y1hDSBlvkU)
Inspired by the contest: "Fun With Lyrics"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
2/5/18
Blues music, a favorite.
My husky named Blue, the best, may he rest in peace.
Blue Suede Shoes, we know who sang that one.
My Blue Heaven – loved the song and the movie.
Bluebell, who me? Yes, you, you coward.
Blue bonnet – a flower, and a margarine.
Blue skies – make heaven more real.
Blue booties – mean anything? Or just the yarn you had?
Azure, cobalt, periwinkle, topaz.
Each blue a gentle feeling and touch.
Following God’s plan in sky, and waterways, and snow.
Blue will forever mean so much. Blue, glorious blue.
Written Jan 8, 2019 Contest: Blue Poetry
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Bat and Gat, on the porch, in the rain,
Lay in rest and surveyed their domain.
With it coming down hard,
Not much up in the yard
To keep hero cats entertained.
Then back at the edge of the woods,
Near the place where the old maple stood,
A mean-looking dog
Emerged from the fog
With his sidekick and up to no good.
Bat and Gat didn’t take it in stride;
Double-checking, kept eyes open wide.
The chickens were couped;
The goats were all grouped
With their guard dog right there by their side.
The two dogs were sniffing around,
But so far, no mischief was found.
Their sniffs were half-hearted
No real trouble started:
The rabbit fence there to confound.
All at once, it wasn’t so great
For the kids had forgotten the gate!
The dogs were right there;
They gave Blue a scare.
As they tried to tear open her crate.
Guard dog Juno’s as big as a horse.
They’re cats; they avoid her, of course.
But with trouble begun,
They needed big guns
And she was a true fighting force!
A rescue plan was quickly hatched;
Gat slid open the goat pen gate latch.
Then, bounding, comes (you know!)
The giant dog Juno,
And now we had a fair match.
Guard dog Juno then did what she should:
She scared those mutts off pretty good.
With no help to avail,
Let out yelps and tucked tail,
And they bolted it back to woods.
Poor Blueberry was a bit shaken,
But Bat and Gat had not forsaken
Their hero cat roles.
Now Bat, watchfully strolls
While Gat's rainy day nap is taken!
Written: August 24, 2026, for: Week's Poetry Challenge: The Color Blue
Blue, a zealot turned arrogant,
fervor fading into hauteur,
devotion darkened into disdain.
sapient in its sway,
dulcet as hymns
and still a shade of seashell.
It limns the sky’s scriptorium,
A selfish scroll of sequins
Stippling clouds with crevice cracks.
A symbol for suns that sail away.
desuetude drapes the shore—
The ocean exhorts
a savage screech
a spindle scream
against scree and stone.
Blue epitomizes arrogance.
indulgent in its rejection,
a wicked shade,
funny but sad,
a spirit of saudade.
It speaks in sonic waves, furtive, fecund, effete—
a hallucinative hymn unraveling across the horizon.
flecked with fanfare froth
Blue is the ache of elsewhere,
a pertinacity of longing,
an obvious evil,
yet a harvest of comfort—
an ethereal respite,
a lullaby of light.
And silence, salient, settles—
blue bows its zealot head,
a final hush,
the sky exhales,
a lucid lull remains.
Organizing the poems I have thought about organizing for two years
Finally have the time to do it. Feel grateful; did not think it would happen.
Outlined a mural from the kitchen to the last bedroom.
Dragon, kings, castles, queens, faeries, elves, brownies, cats.
Doing the things I thought I would do upon retirement before retirement
Still have the energy for it, and glad that I do as I fish stuff out from under beds
Some of these items have been there for twelve years; I thought it would be fourteen
Not fourteen now, as I begin to throw them all into a garbage pile.
If I have not used them for twelve years why would I need to keep them?
If a critter gets into the house through a dog door, it will be more difficult to hide.
Painting the white bathroom blue, a dream of mine for the past five years.
For five summers I have thought I would do it. Now I have.
Sorting online photos into files, so I can more easily find them.
Always thought of doing it; now I have the time.
Spending an hour a day writing poetry; a luxury I am loving.
Cuddling with a dog and cat who love it. A new hobby.
Keeping in touch with my friends via Zoom and Face Time.
Made my own U-tube channel where I have posted six videos.
I never knew how to make a video before this pandemic.
Now I do not know how to stop making videos!
I sing to the world as evening arrives,
my sweet dulcet voice calling.
When out of the blue a giant stops by.
Under the verdant green bush I hide
while around me I watch the leaves falling.
So awkwardly they bumble through
the giants on legs spindly and long.
Walking past dogwood and bending yew,
my hiding place in constant view,
he stops and looks, he hears my song.
Cup in hand he walks toward me.
My gentle voice I silence.
Looking through each bush and tree,
as leaves quiver in gentle breeze,
My mind in tranquil quiescence.
A hand extends through thicket dense
to grab me from the perch I've known.
His hesitation I can sense,
as voice I hear from distance says,
"James, leave the crickets alone."
08/25/15