Long Circle Poems
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The tribes all gather
For the festival of the moon dance
Fires lighted, shining into the sky
Northern lights off in the distance
Snow falls softly
As the ritual dance between young lovers
Brings memories to all the ancients
A Whale died for just such a day
Men of honor feed both body and spirit
The young learn from the old
The old absorb the love from the young
The circle of the north lives within us all
Fires burn bright in the skies
Passions fade onto loves embrace
Long into the midnight skies
Let us kiss our mothers in thanks
We shall kiss theirs for their wisdom
Their daughters we shall cherish within our arms
For mother earth lets us breath
So that we may dance yet once more
The party last night was amazing.
Every one must have got the
memo because I saw a lot of my
soup friends. Jack, Jan, Tom and
Bob had a awesome limerick party.
Wing Warrior told jokes on a stage
Bobby and Mike Messina went next.
( I'm still laughing by the way).Chris
passed out all kinds of smiles of
different sizes. Next he wrote a
dreamy poem on the spot. Gershon
was the DJ. He had mad skills too!
Mark Massey and John Gondolf
we're in Sonnet square. Their
Sonnets were simply amazing.
Andrea, Connie , Pixie and CayCay
prepared the food. It was so festive
and delicious. The desert they made
just melted in your mouth. Freddie
sang Christmas songs. He sounded
so good. Many were shocked. John
Hamilton also sang some songs
that he wrote. The closing act as
singing goes was Greg B., Sandra
Heidi, and Dear Heart chose to do
spoken word of their amazing
poetry. Caren had her very own
Haibun corner. Across from them
Anne-Lise had a Senryu corner as
well. Eve held down the Artist circle.
Her portraits looked so life like.
Victor And Jennifer recited of their
poems. They are amazing story tellers.
Richard and Demetrios read some
excerpts from their books. Vijay
and Silent held a Pantoum party.
I saw new soupers that haven't met
dressed as elves, Santas, and snow-
men I introduced myself to several of
them.I didn't want the night to end, but
everything has to end. I can't wait until
next year. I don't know how they can
top last night. It was the best party ever.
*This will be my last Christmas poem,
I think. Happy Holidays to you all.
Have a wonderful 2020!
My apologies everyone not mentioned
in this poem. I'll try to keep in mind
next time
Have a wonderful 2020!
I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup
of water
That drifts
between Heaven & Hell, since
smiling drugstores sell ice
cream for
cancer, until midnight captures
stars reflecting
The Carny's bark of deliverance, while
mice sleep for
centuries, as
Wagons circle around junipers, parched jasmine
lays
forgotten until
reports of muskets shake power, absent 'till gold
surrenders to floating
Shards of glass, speaking mystical tongues from
mouths of
Mustangs trampling
religion that heralds Cathedrals of Angels-
voices, my Grandfather promised
tomorrow
voices,
my Grandfather
promised
tomorrow
We came for the night…
but the night ended up witnessing something far more beautiful:
us, together.
The night the universe paused just long enough
for sisterhood to take the most beautiful photograph of itself —
a single frame where smiles bloom like constellations,
arms linked beneath golden city lights.
This isn’t just a selfie.
This is what it looks like when women choose each other on purpose,
hearts wide open, laughter spilling into the dark.
When friendship stops being something you do
and becomes something you wear like warmth on your skin,
a living glow that wraps every soul in the circle.
The glow you see isn’t from the streetlights.
It’s from every heart in this frame refusing to let another shine alone —
radiant, unbreakable, chosen.
In this frozen breath of time,
we are the light, the love, the legacy,
sisters captured in perfect, golden harmony.
Jesus Jack-o-Lantern sings louder than most
I am his mama, and I am here to boast….
His alto voice is as great as anyone’s ever was.
He sings better than grandpa, grandma and Cuz.
Jesus is my baby, my delight, my happiness, my joy.
I am ever so proud of my sweet loving darling baby boy.
The women line up from most of the towns around.
To hear his lovely voice singing with notes up and down.
The rest of us have children, but we were too shy to brag.
As soon as she left the quilting circle one said “she’s a drag”.
Always boasting and bragging, it is really a shame.
I said “maybe one day we will be thrilled that we know his name”.
Spider of Love weaves us a tale
Of Kings and Queens Prophets and Outlaws
Pirates set e explosions ensue
Water washed me but fire bathed me in spiritual fruit
Guiding my heart to Mountain King Emanuel who starts all fire
Our shadow blades cut deep to their souls
Ravens and Crows circle their lands
How mighty they thought their wolves indeed were
No wolf can compare to the Lamb with seven eyes
A bear tried war with the ancient of days
a leopard did think it could war with the seven spirits King
He is war itself he holds the key to death and even the grave
those Pirates may echo the drum beat of war
But Only The captain of heavens armies can bring us true peace
He tried a violin solo to bring about calm but the soothing sound of Jesus melts all the worlds hearts
Indeed a sword fight broke out in between them all
Explosions ensued and we did eat some pumpkin stew with shark steak on the side
In dragons tongue they spoke all myriad of tales
Unbeknownst to them all one mighty weaver of tales like a spider did does spin it all with our many minds and we think we are the writers but One Holy ghost does write it all named Mountain King Rising deep inside your very soul this second he smiles in my heart at me now
When they grow up
My lonely house lays spic and span now
no messed up clothes in cupboard bow,
All things lie still, where they belonged,
Untouched, unmoved, staring at me ...
Knock at the door as I run to see,
no image moves with waves of wild sea,
Midnight whispers, wakes the noisy breeze,
an empty chair watches those movies ...
Morning mirror counts wrinkles on my face,
years after years of counting days,
Smiles blossom as memories unwind,
to my cute little son's elegance redefined ...
To cherish those days I was occupied,
till sleep's embrace we could not sigh,
Those differences of opinion and fights,
trivial issues when got intensified ...
Who could imagine the time swiftly flied,
spin of fortune with every circle spied,
Bygone are exhaustion and agility of past,
tears of solitude engulf to tender soul's aghast ...
Written July 25th, 2016
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
The Professor settles in and says, “Let’s go around the circle and introduce ourselves”
We listen to resume after resume of unbridled accomplishment. Then he points to me.
“Hi, I’m Anais, I’m a freshman, from Georgia, and I have mad skills. I can b*tch about anything or feign complete indifference. I can give the impression of depth or play the ditz. I can pick the slowest line every time and I’m so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed.” I finish and give the professor a head tilted “anything else?” look.
“Uhh,” He gives me an amused look, “thank you Anais,” “Next.”
I’m in an an environment where pretentiousness can run amuck
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PS, I have short stories too. =]
A bell rings loudly in unending open space
Flat field stretching into corners thickened in dark
Grey coalescing into black like stepping off a cliff
It's tolling long and hard now, maybe calling someone?
The grass lifts with the evening breeze,
The sound fades away and I'm standing alone
A circle of big trees, shadowed in moonlight
They nod their wide heads like their carrying rumours
Swishing dark leaves somnolent and sensual.
A white owl flickers like sudden matchlight
Crouches at my feet, head bowed like a supplicant
I cradle its head in trembling calloused hands
I feel my heartbeat resounding, resounding.
The bell tolls again, and now the dark rolls inward,
Engulfs the trees until I'm standing in a beam
The owl croons softly, kisses my shadowy feet
And melodies begin to beat like a drum in my head
I rise slowly, toes suspended in the air
Then a whirlwind grabs me and I'm tumbling out of time.
She's so old I can smell the ancient years
Earthy like dirt upturned before summer rain
Circlets of beads on her hands and both feet
She slowly sways to the drum-beat
Brr-ta-ta, brr-ta-ta, brr-ta-ta
The dust from her dress blows into my face and I feel her words like a sprinkling of rain
First soft and warm like tears then rumbling with thunder
Running rivulets wash my feet clean
She offers a handful of beads, yellow, red and green
A cascade of colour lighting up my dreams
I slip them on my ankles and the drum pounds harder;
I'm dancing and singing beside her now
The owl on my shoulder is bobbing and weaving
Sewing a blanket of light out of darkness.
Somewhere, somehow, I'm standing at a door
Withered and beaten, warped and bold
The door opens and he's clutching my hand
It smells like baked bread perfumed with love
He smiles slowly, shakes his head sadly, tears glinting like stars
He fades like mist in sunlight, barely there but not gone
Then there's just an etched shadow before he's swallowed by the dawn
I'm alone but at peace, finally home.
It's just another lazy moon
That wanders around this world
Looking for a chance
To inspire boys and girls
To make them think
That love is just a lofty place
Drifting without tethers
Where heart beat like native drums
While floating on a feather
I sure could use a moon
To circle over me
To wake me up inside
and teach me how to see
Then take a girl by the hand
And walk beneath it
As we smell jasmine bloom
Dancing on the stars, how could you beat it
With that glowing lunar light, to chase away the gloom
Well, I think I'll wait awhile
To see if it will come
Even just a half, is better
Than having none
And the girl, I hope she's waiting
For me under the stars
And the Moon's anticipating
Shining light on me
Helping me to see