Long Boom Poems
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I am the maestro
Of land sky and sea
I am
A living
Breathing
Symphony
Of many sounds
And sights
That I have found
Like the BOOM
Of the ocean
When I lift her up
Then throw her down
Her roar
When I roll her
To crash upon the cliffs
Along the shore
Or the tinkling
Of her shattered pieces
Falling back
Into the tide
As I fly - Fly - Fly -
High
Beneath
The blue
Of a North Carolinian sky
Over---
The burning sand
Slipping through
The slender
Sea Grasses
That whistle
As I tickle
Every strand
Whooshing -
Through the cities
And the towns
Tumbling
Bramble bushes
All around
Slamming shutters
And banging doors
Before I leave
Turning every leaf
On every tree
As I fly- fly- fly-
Higher and higher
Piercing
The heavy black clouds
To make them cry
With screams
So loud
They crack the sky
That thunders
In reply
Throwing
Bolts of lighting
Pelting drops of rain
As I fly- fly - fly -
Through the night
Into another day
Where
My concerto
Finally
Comes
To rest
Upon
MY
Dying
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Last Chance,
I passed through you many times and remember you.
You sit on the Colorado Prairie east of Denver at the intersection of two, two lane highways.
In the 1880's you were a stop along the great Texas Montana Cattle Trail.
You really came into your own as a child of the post war Forty's and Fifty's automobile boom.
The say you once were a lively little town made up of gas stations, motels, cafes, a general store, two churches and several homes.
Word has it, you got your name because you were the last chance for travelers to get gas,
food and lodging on their long treks to Denver and Kansas.
In summer, travelers picked cold Cokes, Pepsis and Grape NeHi's out of your gas stations' iced filled soda chests.
In winter, hot steaming coffee flowed from the silver urns of your cafes.
It was Fords, Plymouths, and Chevrolets that created you,
and it was Interstate Highway 70 that bypassed and doomed you
to whither and slowly die.
A prairie fire in 2012 caused by the sparks of a tire blowout finished you off.
Today you are a ghost town of burnt out hulks, abandoned buildings
and distant memoires.
Oh, Last Chance.
The stories you could tell.
Start
Cheer your heart
Craft fond art
Dare you start
Sync
Spark deep think
Forge each link
On verge brink
Lark
Chime your spark
Light the dark
Charm life's ark
Dream
Set surge streams
Glimpse light beams
Taste full cream
Joy
Cause now toys
Flings clear ploy
Gift laid coy
Good
In these woods
Greets crisp mood
As health food
Mind
That clear find
In wise kind
As time grinds
Feel
Heart now heal
Soul touch will
Mind that thrills
Quest
For your best
In life fest
With true zest
Play
Grooms each day
On the way
As wit stays
End
Reap fine trend
Boom your blend
Prize love grand
Leon Enriquez
22 October 2018
Singapore
The old music rumbles in the street
While the animals graze on the barren hill
The dust is swirling in the air
and the dogs are running to and fro
looking for a safe place to go but the donkeys
stood still grazing on the barren hill
The wicked gust of the west, almost
choke me to death, it kept spinning around
looking for a place to rest but the good witch of the
south force it back to where it comes from
and I could finally land on the dry ground
Come with me to the middle of the sea
and let me show you what I see
Come with me in a motor boat
and survey the shore and discover
what is hanging behind the door
Listen carefully to the sonic boom
and watch the wave rise at noon
The cover is on the boat remove
it before you start to float
Drift with me to the other end of the sea
And keep my company
I wake up this morning with a tender heart
And suddenly emerge from the dark
and the benevolent sky above my head broke loose
And fill the earth with showers of love
The earth opens its thirsty gut and fill
the universe with love and blessing from above
The streets are lined with singing patrons
singing melodious folk songs
I watch you walk out of the crowd
to show me what life is about
Will you put your arms around me
and dance with me,
Will you walk with me across the floor
and let me look at you once more
Stretch your arms towards the crowd
and absorb the energy before
you walk through the door
The forces are strong
but you have the upper hand
If I stumble would hold me up
And if my feet are tired
Would you lead me along?
Let me hold your hand
for you and me
are going to compose
a brand new song
And everyone will sing along
Just you and me,
gazing at the clear blue sea
I read on my laptop today--
automation is making us dumber,
ineffective, maybe even impotent.
Perhaps it's a conspiracy by that secret
society, the computer brotherhood.
(Do you really believe your Apple is
innocent, and IBM is not plotting?)
Or maybe we should just blame
human sloth, that siren call of
sheer damn laziness which can
lure the best of us to a quiet doom.
A simple proof: hand a twenty to a clerk
and ask him to make change without
looking to the machine for succor.
That blank innocent look he gives you--
"Why me?" he seems to be saying,
and you can't help but pity him a bit.
He is, after all, a victim of mass education.
There are worse victims:
airliners wildly crashing,
doctors killing their patients,
nuclear power plants going
BOOM! and killing the land
for an eon or two, or three.
How like little children we were!
Thinking these machines would
be our slaves, sans the brutality.
But it is we who are chained by
the zeros and ones, we who are
thinking less, creating cheaper,
settling into a cybernetic fog.
She stands on the shore
Dressed in black
Her head bowed
As the waters ebb back
For just offshore
She sees the bows of a ship
Where many have perished
On it's maiden trip
Built on the Clyde
To serve in the war
Never reaching the action
As the torpedo's tore
Off the Isle of Arran
She met her fate
The U-Boat attacked
Back through the nets she escaped
With it's cargo of munitions
In explosive boom
Her crew of new
Now in deathly tomb
For the lady in black
Who stands on the shore
Crying into the waves
With a husband no more
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php
The wonderful story of life begins. And then came Calum... Is there any greater joy in life other than creating a new heartbeat. This is how my new grandson came to be.
Four eyes sparkle
Two smiles appear
One conversation strikes
A first date is set
Another follows
Six months later...still dating
Happy one year anniversary
Happy two year...
Happy five year
Finally...he kneels
She accepts
One year later...
The rice is thrown
A wonderful honeymoon
One year passes
Two years pass
Uh oh...
Cramps!
Nine months pass
Boom!
Six eyes sparkle
(Dedicated to Calum)
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019-List- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
7-29-2019
Leader of men
By Michelle Morris
08/12/2022
You looked back
One last time
Took a match
And burned it to the ground
As you glanced
At that fateful house
I knew then
The fire would strike
Like lightning in a bottle
Like cats on a hot tin roof
Like black holes in space
You always felt you'd lose
All that energy trapped inside you
So many suns and energy
I knew you had to explode
And let it all be free
Let the lightning strike the glass
Let the cats shriek their chorus
Let the black holes create wormholes
It's time to change your story
When you walked away
Fiery halo glows
You looked like a warrior angel
Ready to strike God's blows
Like a stone skipping on a pond
Like autumn's leaves drifting to the ground
Like a pilot breaking the sound barrier
The ripples would flow around you
Let the stone skip forth your message
Let the autumn give way to winter
Let the boom shake loose the residue
Of this life you're leaving behind
You travelled around the world
You learned about cultures and beliefs
You remade yourself from the ground up
The foundations humble and fierce
You never returned to this town
Who could blame you for what they did?
But sometimes I see you around
When I'm astral travelling in dreams
Like the snow on the highest mountains
Like the dewdrops on the sweet crocus in spring
Like the lambs who are born so innocent
You are reborn and strengthened by Him
Let the heights guide your aspirations
Let those dewdrops keep you clean
Let your innocence always remain
As you become a leader of men
© Michelle Morris, 2022
time is.....change
change is.....comparison
comparison is....relativity
relativity is....measure
measure is....count
count is....perceivable
perceivable is.....scaled
scaled is.....velocity
velocity is.....limit
limit is.…..perception
perception is.....constancy
constancy is.....common
common is.....sound
sound is.....speed
speed is.....limitation
limitation is....barrier
barrier is.....chaos
chaos is.....non-relativity
non-relativity is.....sonic-boom
sonic-boom is.....scaled
scaled is.....measure
measure is.....light
light is.....limit
limit is.....non-visible
non-visible is.....chaos
chaos is.....sonic-boom
sonic-boom is....relative
relative is.....popcorn
popcorn is.....kernel
kernel is.....potential
potential is.....change
change is.....popped-corn
popped-corn is.....fractal
fractal is....change
change is....time
time is....concept
concept is.....potential
potential is.....understanding
understanding is....perception
perception is.....logic
stan sand
Faded blue jeans
Roaming in bare feet
The warmth of spring
Following winter’s sweep.
Wind in your hair
As fresh linens sway
A fiery sunset
Burning the end of day.
Rains soft rhythm
Shadowing thunder’s boom
Washes away
Winter’s icy gloom.
Geese serenade
Soaring Eagles flight
Nature astir
From it’s buried plight.
Trees budding
Ground sprouts green
No longer chilled
By winter’s scene.
Children laugh
Animals play
Excitement abounds
On that first warm day.
Signs of spring
Fill the sky
Nests prepare
For babies cry.
Doors open
Fresh air sweeps in
The circle of life
Continues to spin.