Long Celebration Poems
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Woven worlds of women
Stitched together by pleasure and pain
Colorful quilting language
But at the core the subject the same
How to make something from nothing
How to surf the teal tides of life
How to get lost in need
Of solitude and be free without losing mind
Woven worlds of women
Giving birth to nations
Nurturing despite womb empty
Or full of babies a celebration
Stringing along the men
In a temporary dress that will disappear
Becoming an apron a coat of hope
A chameleon facing fuchsia fear
Not needing a gun using eyes to shoot
Down denial of choice and voice
This woven world is a fabric of life
Where men and women must unite
To create and save life
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("Fly Agaric", 2011, original oil)
’Tis almost the season to be jolly
Just around the corner
And before the snow falls
Before you know it
It’s time to gather the Yule logs
To help burn out the old
To bring in the new.
But what is this we see
Nestled in amongst the fallen needles
All brightly swollen, red and spotted white?
It is generous old St. Nick
In his dormant slumber
Waiting for the elves and reindeer
To wake him anew
For that one special night
When he slips the veil of consciousness
Up in smoke
Through the yurttle portal
And is everyone, everywhere.
At least everyone with the heart of Christ.
And so it goes across time and space.
Here in these immortal fields
Of grass and flowers or snow and ice
The fairies dance and children dream,
Cookies and milk
Set out in offering
For the one called fly agaric
All clothed in red and white,
A heart so pure
With New Year light.
(10/23/25)
Champagne has star status
A good sparkling wine that has small bubbles,
never gets old ... (we say: a great vintage )
... what about myself ... (I bubble, sometimes )
A birthday
come ... and go - (happy birthday 23 july :)
A celebration of the year that has passed ?
- No ...
the step on a new journey
of the year that is about to begin
I want to celebrate in a horizontal position
... with fluffy hair
The day I'm sour like vinegar ... I'm old
The secret of staying young:
Never reveal your age ... give yourself five stars
In the end
... teeth and friends fall out
22.07.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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In love's spontaneous symphony,
Notes of passion set hearts free.
No script to follow, just melodies weave,
A dance of emotions, in love, we believe.
Music flows like a spontaneous stream,
Each note, a sigh in a heartfelt dream.
Feelings cascade in an unrestrained rhyme,
In spontaneity, love transcends space and time.
Nature's canvas, painted without a plan,
Colors of spontaneity, across the span.
Breezes whisper secrets, trees sway and play,
In nature's spontaneity, serenity holds sway.
Feelings bloom like wildflowers unseen,
Spontaneity's touch, a vibrant sheen.
Love, music, nature in harmony entwine,
A celebration of life, where spontaneity shines.
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
When I was just a lad, and the New Year came around
We’d sing and dance and party, till midnight bells did sound
my hair was dark in those days, so First Footer was my chore
and just before the midnight peal, Mam shoved me out the back door
With coin in my pocket, coal and bread in hand
I’d run round to the front door, and in the cold I’d stand
waiting till the voices singing Auld Lang Syne I’d hear
then I’d know the time was right for First Footer to appear
All standing in a circle, arms crossed and holding hands
move toward the centre, something done in many lands
gie’ us your hand my trusted friend, and here’s a hand o’ mine
we’ll drink a cup of kindness yet, for the sake of Auld Langs Syne
I’d give my dad the silver, to prosper through the year
I’d give the bread to Mam, so food was always here
the coal went in the fireplace, to keep away the cold
and bless our home with happiness, and love worth more than gold
We’d make our resolutions, but none of them we’d keep
I’d be nicer to my sisters, and would not make them weep
but that did not happen, and they knew it never would
but just the same, our life and times were good
It’s snowing beautifully outside
crystals are flying everywhere,
The streets are covered in bright white,
and love is in the air,
Frozen windows tremble
when happy carolers are passing by,
White angels, disguised in snowflakes
are dancing in the sky.
I’m snuggled up, all warm and cozy
by my fireplace, inside,
The sound of burning wood,
a melody so peacefully, so sublime,
I’m reading The Christmas Story,
by the candlelight,
A smiling star waving at me,
whispers good night, good night...
Crumbs of stars from above
sifts blessings over my house and my dreams,
Watching over me at Christmas, The Love
in heavenly splendor gleams.
I can see the Rays of Hope radiate shine down on me
I can feel the glistening waterfall sprinkling showering
And I see the leaves of the trees following me covering me
I feel caressed even blessed more than anything
I can see the blades of grasses wave at me as I walk by
I can see the Sparrow lighting over there feeding its young, as I become
For I'm illuminated by nature and what is become all of God's creation I Endure
I take care of I Am The Creator's caretaker
As I embark of this holy mission I no longer run I stand still
I see beauty surrounds me as I taste the manna falling down
Baked in Heaven's kitchen I partake of it as I
Eat the Sun
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
July 31 2017©
Autumn
paints New England,
staining hillsides, wrapped
in red,
garnishing the trail
beneath my steps.
The season spills
like cabernet across
a changing landscape;
where the maples
bleed
their aging, amber
leaves.
I stroll
amidst the falling flames,
below the blazing
treetops,
the crisp air thick
with life, that's soon
to rest.
I walk
through spreading fire,
listen to leaves, their stories
rustling underfoot–
As Autumn’s vivid,
vibrant gift prepares
to vanish
from the view.
And I
have never known
another place, to burn
so bright in red defiance,
and I stand, here
in the art of it– I breathe
inside this portrait
of an Autumn
in New England.
Humbled, though
it hurts
to hold what lingers
and what leaves
in just one breath–
A quiet, crimson sorrow
cloaked
in boldest, brightest
hues–
where the branches bare
their warmth in
celebration–
where the greens
refuse
to simply fade to gray.
One last breath
of leaf and smoke,
one final stroll
beneath the burning trees,
another look before
the fire dies
in winter's restless
wind.
And when
the reds lie blanketed
in white
upon the hillsides of
New England,
I'll think of Autumn’s color, and
let go;
Knowing that I had it–
if only
for a season.
SOUL DECREES
~~~~~~~~~~
Spirit flings wonder as wander sets free;
Old or new soul quest brings sensuous insight;
Urge and surge plunder clearly and freely;
Live well your sure zest as flavours delight.
Be who you enjoy in pathways you take;
Opt for thoughts cheery with tact that speaks plain;
Dance through pain and ploy in moments that shake;
Yes go then boldly in sojourns that gain.
Move with the passage of timeless concerns;
Inflame your action with moments of flight;
Now sense the message in truth you discern;
Death cannot fashion the eternal light.
Beyond these dim shores, there is life beyond;
Embrace even more than thought once upon.
Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore