Long Carefree Poems
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how she longs to escape
carefree pack a bag
leaving all behind
hop on a train and run
straight into the arms
that hopefully long for her
as if she really dares
be transported by visions
of flambéed passion
not really knowing if
she too fills his daydreams
with lustful longings
does she haunt his nights
so he too fights desires that rattle
and deprive his sleep
does he secretly long to possess her
feverishly amorously
the way a lover should
she didn’t go looking for him
they somehow found each other
their lives meshing intertwining
her heart seeming ripe
for a train ride to adventure
and long distance romance
AP: 2nd place, Honorable Mention 2021
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
7/26/16
I'm not kidding you
This is true
Be wary
Things rarely happen fairly
On either side of the estuaries
Will you do what is necessary
When looking into the face of what is scary?
I wouldn't be carefree
Or ever underestimate any adversary
Therefore the burden shall be carried
Across the entire prairie
And across waters frequented by ferries
Not all are buried
Inside a cemetery
At times I barely
Made it out, and was very
Close to death, took a breath to help prepare me
Meanwhile in space there was singularities
And breakthroughs being made simultaneously
All though some end up being only momentarily
At times the outcome apparently
Went terribly
Temporarily changed the environment and air we breathe
By: Dalton Ogletree
The Wind And I
As involved winds swept on my facial hair,
A trek made constant midst nature and me,
I gauged my feel of it held in my stare,
That unbarred my heart and made me carefree.
A trek made constant midst nature and me,
Fumbles in my whiskers and my nose bare,
That unbarred my heart and made me carefree,
Beyond pushing the breathing winds I share,
Fumbles in my whiskers and my nose bare,
Inhaled inspiration furthers my spree,
Beyond pushing the breathing winds I share,
Facing at levels we look to agree.
Inhaled inspiration furthers my spree,
I gauged my feel of it held in my stare,
Facing at levels we look to agree,
As involved winds swept on my facial hair.
2020 June 02
*2nd Place*
Pantoum Rhyme and Personification
~~Eve Roper
Picture #2
*Honorable Mention*
BRIAN'S Select 3,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
I looked into her transformed face
Fabric of the unknown years
surrounds her like a thousand tears
A face so pale, of ruthless gray
Betrayed, abandoned by her youth
Not that girl from yesterday....
and seems a ghost of someone else
Our friendship born in childhood,
How young, and carefree we were then
She, with bright eyes, and blond hair that curled
around high cheeks and rosy chin
She was the one who wore a light
Who's charm, and laughter I so admired
The childhood where we would conspire,
and dance in grass till the twilight hours
Where is the face of innocence?
Where is a trace of radiance?
No longer there, not one small glimpse
Where is the girl that I once knew?
Oh, but now inside my heart
I weep and want to change the course
Today, our meeting here, by chance
I see the toll of years that passed.
In my mind, and in my dreams, she had always been
The fair maiden, the one who had held my hand
Two little girls who made such plans
Who sat in the shade beneath the trees
And in the dark we wished on stars.
Those stars have vanished from her eyes,
and smiles have said their last goodbyes
Farewell my friend.....this time I cry
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Sans fear and desire, we are free
Unfettered, unbound and carefree
Save God's grace, what's there to aspire
We are free, sans fear and desire
Earth life's a school, we're here to learn
With conscience as guide, let's discern
Embrace of love’s the only rule
We're here to learn, earth life's a school
To know the truth, discard belief
Give our weary soul some relief
Enter staid silence now forsooth
Discard belief to know the truth
God's light, soft white, aflame within
Cave of heart's open, go therein
Embark thus on a wingless flight
Aflame within, God's light, soft white
27-October-2022
Swap Quatrain
Sweet and wonderful the memories of childhood,
Painful, oh staggering to recall, Raddle-Dazzle, I would forget- if I could.
Endless, endless the days we spent riding in the magnificent wild,
Calm and peaceful your nature with this young dreamy child.
Tangled were those fantastic woods where we rode each day,
Adored and loved, I never wanted you to go away.
Carefree spirits, me and you, we were daredevils seeking thrills,
Utopia for us was riding over the highest, farthest, most splendid hills.
Labyrinthine trees- rippling streams- a breathtaking leap,
And aching, aching is my heart, I thought I had you to keep,
Raw, the death of my sensational, amazing horse, that I still weep.
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January 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Spectacular
Copyright Protected, ID 16-743-903-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Spectacular Contest
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.
I remember the land,
I remember its people,
They ways, the stupidity of
Their mentality, I never came
To heard of this term depression
Until earlier on in life,
I came to terms with hatred, bigotry
Because it’s a disease, right up there
With cancer, and corvid 19
Do you remember, the children
Of the eighties, and their carefree looks on life
Drugs, sex and intellectual freedom,
It goes like this. I don’t think of labor
I don’t think of work. To be laboring
Means to be working, and if it's not self employed
Its slavery with small wages. From the man.
“i remember the land and I remember its people
They stupidity from their mentality had worried me
I remember the dead, and I remember
How those trees outlived them,
I Remember the language of the trees,
That whispering sound of freedom
And the sound of human longevity,
Due to the kindness of a matured land
The waste land we leave behind,
even without spoken words
Can tell a story, of abandonment,
You might see a grassy area, I see, a court date
I see families fighting for ownerships,
I see illegitimates children,
fighting for the right
The land we leave behind, even without
Spoken words, know it's worth.
How you come to terms with yours..
Together we were mischievous and playful
The naughty two
You….a woman in her eighties
Me….your daughter in her forties and a mini you
Singing, dancing, getting up to mischief
Playing tricks, living in moments of pure fun
Laughing until we couldn’t breathe
Both playful, silly, carefree, feeling young
You taught me so much before you left this world
The serious side of life ….the rights, the wrongs
You were such an exceptional role model
Authentic, kind and strong
The greatest lesson you taught me by example
Perhaps it was also hereditary
Was to fully and openly embrace my inner child with humour
Just let my inner child fly blissfully free
I am truly thankful and blessed for this gift l was given
I cherish the special joy and memories we shared
I know your inner child now flies with the angels
While here on earth my inner child l share