Long Brighter Poems
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Veggies are ripening in the greenhouse:
Cabbage and turnips,
Aubergines, tomatoes, onions and cucumbers.
Purple foxgloves and blue hollycocks blooming in the yard,
Surrounded by pots of roses.
The watcher’s camera now shows the road
A typical village lane, lined by pretty cottages
How far is it to the sea from here?
I shouldn’t be questioning. Whatever it takes
My roads are circled in any direction I take.
Coming out and in, I distinguish the forms
contours and volumes.
Perhaps it happens automatically
But I like to think I do it consciously
Making each day different from one another.
I might be getting dyslexic
It’s a bit worrisome, though I don't bear
Any high concerns about it.
Maybe I should, but taking it as it comes
Delivers a brighter impression.
I saw an obituary in the paper today
From a page in my life I had turned
A tear down my cheek had slipped away
For a flame that had long ago burned
The flame shone bright for a year or two
From a chapter in my book of youth
For years I had wondered what happened to you
It was my fault, if you must know the truth
I thought perhaps other flames
Might burn for me brighter still
Thinking that love was just a game
A quest I would never fulfill
Tear drops spotted the paper
As I remembered this love I had spurned
The flickering never quite wavered
From the light of this flame once burned
by Joe Flach, written and posted on 11/30/12 for the "Flame Once Burned" contest.
I start-out fresh every morning
but my resolve is reheated
Oh, it's med-school Monday-me.
Thank god my bf understands the fact
that on weekdays my time contracts.
Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy.
She’s the administrative flunky
the maker of plans
who strategizes for exams
It’s Tuesday-me
I'm in my zone and likely busy
slumberless and frumpiest
a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly.
who may not have been fed
and barely went to bed
It’s Wednesday me
in over my head, but focused,
patience at its lowest
memory’s key when deep
in theories, diseases and diagnoses
steer clear of me please.
Thursday me
with a brain like ground caffeine
irritation verging on obscene
trying not to be mean but acting like a tween
I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun
still acquiring scads of knowledge
but prepping for the evaluations to come
It’s Friday - did I sleep?
It’s evaluation day
dressed to impress
there’s a ballet underway
of peers and professeurs
weighing and clinically assaying
how I cope under a microscope
by 3pm I’m played and frayed
but looking forward to some play.
A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool,
and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized,
and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date!
Why aren’t weekends considered therapy?
Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter?
They may not be but they seem so to me.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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sci-fy news from med-school..
We use antimatter everyday.
With PET scans, we inject radioactive isotopes (literal antimatter) which emit positrons that interact with electrons in your body to create gamma ray bursts we can track to create a detailed 3D map of your body.
Afraid of dying… He holds the keys to heaven
Afraid of losing – a job, a home, a heart…
Remember He is always with you, comforting,
Reassuring and reminding you of your blessings
Afraid of creepy, crawly creatures… His rest
Calms and caresses the soul who knows Him
Afraid of fire and hell – salvation lifts the heart
Afraid of the dark – remember He is the light
Brighter than the noonday sun in the heat of the day
Afraid of blindness, living in pain, being in agony…
Remember He comforts the heart in distress
And gives support in old age, to the end of the age
Afraid? – Remember He is there with you
Always kind, reassuring and edifying
Always a light to guide you through the night
Brighter than any star gleaming quietly
And stronger than any sun in hues of silent dreams
Afraid? – Listen Up! He is there, no farther away
Than a simple prayer – asking for His grace – through faith
Afraid?... He is the way!
Shadows detach at dusk to sneak silently away
to roost together like bats in rookeries,
hanging upside down, wrapped in black mantles, gossiping.
Each shadow reborn each morn seeks out its host
like a parasite seeking sustenance and succour,
for a shadow detached is inanimate and non-existent.
Shadows need light and objects to cast silhouettes
to give shadows life, substance and vitality.
Only things of this world cast shadows,
So things and beings that cast no shadow are spooky.
Shadows follow you around mirroring every move you make.
In endless shadow-puppet performances
they often give you away when you sneak up,
and showcase your slinks and skulks when you slither away.
The brighter the light the stronger the shadow.
Multiple lights cast multiple shadows.
Shadows are too dark and foreboding of death and evil to be friends
For shadows are cast by the living, the dead and lifeless things.
But only the living animate shadows into life.
Growing up with the personalities like the Pope and the Queen, was interesting.
One wanted the house perfect, with no words spoken, only duty to perform the women chores as a wife.
A wife in her duty to her husband and family, no other issue could come before. The Queen always wanted her freedom, to do works of charity, to work outside the house, to look beautiful and to have fun and to join groups of interest.
The Pope only wanted prayer and domination over the women and the house. Not allowing for work or anything else. The Queen rebelled and took her liberty, causing a break in the household.
The Queen wanted all the things that were around her, like having fun and making herself feel good.
The Pope had no patience for fun or games, only a serious face, that made us all feel afraid.
The Queen took her time but made her way, to live the life that she had always dreamed.
The Pope was greedy sometimes, because he failed to let the Queen grow. Causing the family to suffer a blow. The blow was felt by the whole group leaving a trajectory that set a path for all to see.
The Pope and the Queen set a tone, for many years would be felt, like the scar on skin, the past always leaves a mark.
The Pope and the Queen, could have made better choices, leaving others with brighter memories.
So, when you think, remember you could be like them, so make a mark with your life, that will led to brighter paths for all of us.
Life is a path, we make the path, light it with our choices, love and forgive and correct when we can, this may make a better tomorrow for all.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
At ten the road is seldom marked.
Mile markers are closer at ninety.
The road of life is long or short,
depending on where you are.
The in between is often seen
with crystalline clarity and purpose.
Living graciously is being serene
just to be where you are.
Spring seems so much brighter
when you waltz in the rain.
The songs of life are lighter
with dreams of where you are.
Summer teems with heavier thoughts
that steal the dreams of yesterday
and fuel the guilt-laden sun spots
to spell you from where you are.
Pay attention as soon Fall sparks
a healing breath of beauty and color.
The quiet before stormy skies marks
the environment where you are.
When Winter blows bold bright cold
and whisks away your impermanent place,
it apportions it to a younger soul.
So acquiesce to be where you are.
Can I be a constant feature
Set you on your path
Guide you when you unawares
And watch you as you toil
Can I be a conscience
Help you on your growth
Your constant life companion
From a distance dazed by eyes
I can be your confidence
When words of tears stream into focus
As a compass I can offer you hope
of a brighter wind at sea
Let me be your gold-plated armour
Protect you as you draw to slumber
When life showers with its endlessness
I'll bear the blows discreetly
I am the one you look to
but yet you cannot see
The one who lights your path so gently
yet you can only behold of me in the darkness
My light does not create you
but yet keeps you in sustain
Rotating about your limited universe
From conception till your biddings breath
I write to you this evening
To remind you plain and clear
That although by day I may be hidden
Yet in the deserts night i can be seen
Don't be puzzled at this letter
As my intentions have been clear
You're the love I seek from a vast plane
Consistently yours, Mr Moon
Winter Solstice
Placed earth
On its path toward new spring
Pray longer, sunny days lead to
Brighter hopes
Of rebirthing-
Prized normalcy.
Hugging family
Meeting friends
Breathing pure air without a mask
Sitting at church to worship, pray
Full classrooms
Kids mingling-
Prized normalcy.
No anxieties
Becoming ill
Loving fine meals at a restaurant
Happily going to our jobs on-site
Attend theaters
Sports events-
Prized normalcy.
January 3, 2020
Contest: Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The Trinet, created by zion, is a 7 line form with these specifications:
Line 1 - 2 words
Line 2 - 2 words
Line 3 - 6 words
Line 4 - 6 words
Line 5 - 2 words
Line 6 - 2 words
Line 7 - 2 words
To nature's norms have I complied -
I laughed, I cried, I lived. I tried.
I'd like to think in aftermath
There's more to my existence path.
I paid the procreation dues,
Dear offspring and their offspring too.
My children opened up my eyes
Far beyond me, myself and I.
The grandkids taught me quite a bit -
There's more to golden age than knit.
No shutters to wondering mind,
Just open it and you will find -
In brighter hue the greener grass
Is on our side in front of us.
Power is not how much but how
To stay aboard the flight of now.
Retired bliss converts the course -
Discretionary time to pause.
Smelling the roses is a must
As flower fanfare fading fast.
Hunger for knowledge, free to sate,
But wisdom's pride is heavyweight.
(No known tip-off to neutralize -
To shed the weights and keep the wise).
The all time norm by which I vow -
Not there nor then but here and now.
To nature's norms have I complied -
Once upon a time lived I!
February 27, 2023