Long Bow Poems
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Sunset over the mountains
fire brilliant shades of orange and red
lacing though the trees
colors disappearing..
....reappearing, with every
twist of the winding pass
each turn unveiling new colors
bolder, brighter than before
Sun's rays dedcending
radiant golden beams
caressing snow capped peaks
tickling aspen leaves until they shudder
bright gold disks sparkling, dancing
Hues darken, turning deep blue, purple
and black as night advances
orange and red fading as
they outline the softening peaks.
Late evening storm clouds roll
into the valley
flash of lightening, blinding
clap of thunder, rumbling
stars peer though the encroaching darkness
winking in merriment.
God's country,
Daddy's playground.
Note: Medicine Bow Mountain Range, over Cameron Pass, in the northern Colorado Rockies-
where my Father rests...
To love you in every fairest moment
And kiss your tender lips in pure delight
To yearn for you when time is absent
And hold you closer in warm shadowed light
How warm our palms, held in soft embrace
Beneath the sun's flowered fragrant field
As lover's we'll seek a passionate grace
When dreams we find ask our hearts to yield
To dance with you through a life of nights
And cross the floor of days in love with you
Touch eternity when lover's hands take flight
I'll look deep in your eyes so they're not blue
Find beauty in your smiling face my dear
I'll dance with you until we disappear
1/4/17
CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW
Their life has been their Valentine day
Cupid's heart and bow
on Valentine's day
shooting golden arrows aglow
touching their senior hearts to ballet
Chocolates dance nicely gift wrap
red roses sing delight
with a dinner and then a nightcap
to candlelight throughout the night
For two graying doves
nestled the passage of time
so much in their love
with everyday a chime
As senior's years a golden
bright eyes still excite
their love, still beholden
two little gray doves cooing the night
She flies on his ageless wings
still, to new discoveries as he sings
connie pachecho
1/5/17
non contest entry
Yesterday, you were two,
Today, you've become one;
A single string, knotted
Into a bow of eternal love:-
As trials and tribulations
test and tease your string,
The tighter the boe-knot
Must bind itself:-
An ocean's salt and its water
Do not flow in separation;
Rather, they flow as one wave:
Yet, the water remains water
And the salt remains salt:-
Thus must be the flow
Of the bow of your love
In the ocean of marriage:
1 x 1 = 1 frothing wave:-
Let your union ever be
Like the sun and the moon:
An embered reflection of
Life-giving life in blessed oneness:-
Know that love is eternal
And cannot be altered;
She is and can only be
Who and what she is: LOVE!
Always know that love is of God,
Impervious, and surpasses all things;
May you forever be blessed
To sip divine grace from love's saucer:
Her divine cup forever overflowing:-
If I can shoot rascally rabbits,
Then I can shoot fetid fascists.
Tentacled mouths on rabid hares,
Gnawing shins in toxic air...
I do not bow my head.
I rise with rust in my crown, lead in my tread.
This beat’s too loud to flee,
On a planet with no trees.
I do not bow my head—nah, I bring dread.
Cloak and dagger, duck and cover,
Truth’s too raw to smother.
Spreading the sickness, resistance reserved,
Never futile—just conserved.
Rake the forests, sweep the proof,
Hide the truth under ugly rugs.
Hotel Potus, lobby blooms
With traffic jams and social goons.
Welcome to my all-night rager,
F-bombs stacked in the hangar.
Singularity’s creeping in,
Robot minds with a devilish grin.
But man made tools, then made war,
Built destruction, begged for more.
I do not bow my head.
I rise with rust in my crown, lead in my tread.
This beat’s too loud to flee,
On a planet with no trees.
I do not bow my head—nah, I bring dread.
Cloak and dagger, duck and cover,
Truth’s too raw to smother.
Armageddon’s Agent Orange,
Trickster heavy with a bone to pick.
Annihilation wears a scorned face,
No matter which proud boy takes the place.
Mad Men flags, movements sold,
MAHA, MAGA, lies retold.
DARPA dreams and laxative schemes,
Flush the system, kill the memes.
I ain’t scared of Mecha Men,
But the DOGE dudes who fund them then—
Troops of doom, no need for pay,
No food, no shots, just war all day.
Shahed drones, broken bones,
Ghosts from Tehran haunting homes.
Red hats crab-walk through cracked laws,
Alien Acts with insurrection claws.
Equality exorcised,
Truth televised, then euthanized.
Foreign policy with swollen feet,
Anarchy dressed in tailored deceit.
Red ties dragging on the floor,
Blood from brain to brawn—no more.
Already deep in World War D’uh,
New Order’s here, no need to bluff.
I do not bow my head.
I rise with rust in my crown, lead in my tread.
This beat’s too loud to flee,
On a planet with no trees.
I do not bow my head—nah, I bring dread.
Dotards serve poisoned tea,
Curtains drawn on liberty.
I cannot forget- my love, the first time I saw you, and
cupid pulled his bow as you held my hand,
my heart was pulsating and butterflies twirling flew,
and I loved you . . .
Your voice, your face,
those strands of hair that fell out of place,
your words, your laugh,
your height, tall as a giraffe!
Even our silences are beautiful and charming!
This love leaves me breathless and wanting, so darling
today, tomorrow, forever will you be my Valentine,
and ever, ever will this love twine . . . .
___________________________
January 4, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
Copyright Protected, ID 17-863-241-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Cupid, Pulls Back The Bow!
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
A
sun
flower
hangs
full
of
bees bumbling,
and birds humming!
Fluttering tweets of honey,
seeded with summer’s burdens:
joys and woes, bow down, to kiss ground;
as all of life must, eventually, prostrate.
Tall pride now bends over. Silence
in acquiescence: hallow
return to
heart’s core
Mother Earth
gathers the spent.
Her depths
churning
to burn
renewal
(Repost from Aug. 2018: '02 Maxum 2700 SCR; DMS:OOWS then Pittsburg Marina: IWS, Oct. 2020)
On Angel wings doves opened the heavens
with pillows of clouds on a blue canvas
Cupid drew back his bow; arrow driven
straight in my riven heart; lifetime plan was
Down on one knee and a ring in your hand
Shocked I said I will on Valentine’s Day
Tears down my cheeks what none can understand?
To walk hand in hand in the morning rays
Grandmother’s gauze cotton lace wedding gown
Bathed in the light of love a dream come true
Pearls, orange blossoms, and leaves bridal crown
Two shall become one, kneeling on church pew
Oh my love, my darling you are still mine
Tears of gladness defines our love still shines
1/6/2017
#To_Swatis_I_bow
Pass me an elephant tusk,
there's a tribute to honour to the Swatis.
If I had a rumbling drum,
I was gonna rumble it
but then I'm African.
In Eswatini my purpose pursuit,
purest form of beauty emanates.
My eye twitches from the top
My ears listens with intent,
Something extraterrestrial is at shore
The fidgeting sound of my bones, intensifies.
Sense a tremor, creeping under my feet
Need I stumble, before I to witness what's to embrace my immediate presence
Some de javu at the back of my head, whispers.
My hunch, in dispute, this is a Swati,
nothing encountered prior
Bow my head,
Less I be persecuted for not being oriented on how to handle this presence, a royalty crown.
They said beauty lies in the eyes of the holder,
here I am, electrocuted from sole to skull.
My belief in loggerheads with my mind.
Goosebumps chases another allover my body,
Scattered off reactions,
should I scream out my lungs?
Should I recite her totem?
Should I greet in tongues?
I'm conflicted.
Conflicted by Eswatini exuberance
Draw my strength back, in Swatis I bow
From tone to texture
From mind to heart
From love to respect
From humility to compassion
From beauty to peace
Heart to soul
In swatis I bow
#Poetic_Ink
I went in search of a
Valentine, that could tell her how
I wanted her to be only mine. There
were only a few that came close to my
need, for one so perfect, for love indeed.
As moments pass and quickly goes time,
I had still not found a fitting Valentine.
Then came to me another thought,
perhaps a card was needed not.
So I sat down and jotted some
lines, that I could use for my
Valentine. My words were
poor and the effort tart,
to tell this Beauty all
in my heart. Cupid
must have been
near that day,
his arrow
hit its
mark
you
see
FOR FROM THAT DAY, SHE STAYED WITH ME.
1/2/17