Long Circles Poems
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She started off in Kansas
Where dreamers often do
But this child with mind on flight
Never owned a pair of ruby shoes
Spending days out in the fields
Underneath the bluest skies
Twirling round in circles
Arms out open wide
With nothing there to hold her down
Nothing to cling to
But the desire to take life higher
Than the eager kite she flew
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
With mind set to wonder
She set her mind to stone
Took all that life would hand her
Never tossed the dog a bone
Lived this side of the edge
Of the yes I can
Knew a woman could do most anything
Attempted by a man
Amelia still fly's to this day
With gravity no longer in her way
She dreamed high and touched the sky
Leaving the world in her wake
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
She wrote, “Hey, Joe, how are you?
It has been a long, long while;
I remember all the fun we used to have;
I still remember your constant smile.”
“It seems life has been good to you;
At least, that’s what your social network pages say;
I was wondering if we could meet up for drinks
When I pass through your town one day?”
Her face didn’t look familiar;
Her name, for me, didn’t ring any bell;
I lied and said that I remembered her
And getting together again would be real swell.
I said, my wife would like to meet her,
She loves seeing friends I knew from my past;
Hearing stories about all the stupid things I did
Always seems to make her laugh.
I gave her my cell phone number;
Told her to call if she ever comes to town;
We live a few miles from the city
But it is easy to drive on down.
I never received another reply from her;
That was over three long years ago;
I had forgotten all about it;
I had forgotten her name once again, don’t you know.
Yesterday, on our reunion website,
I saw her picture once again;
It was from a link to an obit,
Saying we had tragically lost a dear, old friend.
It seems she was one of the smart ones;
I don’t know why she would remember me;
I didn’t travel in those circles,
I doubt detention was a place she was apt to be.
I tried real hard to remember her;
What “fun times” we might have had;
But, dots were not connecting;
My forty-years-ago memories had all gone bad.
I sent flowers to the funeral home,
In the town I left those many years ago;
The card read: “Thanks for all the fun times,
Love, your old high school friend, Joe”.
A white lily sunrise
brings the malaise,
humid dreams shimmer
off the blackening tar
Red dust girates an axis
dark matter is overcome,
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun
Work, a joke on labouring men
each day drains into the next,
without a dropping of heaven
without a wisp of air, no respite
The incessant heat hoards air,
the smell of rain on a breeze,
nothing but a cruel memory
as the earth bakes golden
These summer days long
for the circles to turn,
for cooler winds braced
with a stinging cold nose
For nights clothed in linen
their warmth, a comfort,
not these deadly months
this end of the world
Gaping fissures score
the face of the outback,
spinifex gathers along
a rabbit proof fence
Farmers no longer see
a blue horizon beckoning,
the life they bestowed, now,
lost in bankrupt despair
The year's turning decades
and the green paddocks,
never more will checker
our rolling countrysides
each day another species dies
each day another million lives
become nothing but a eulogy
on a yellowed classified page
Still we do nothing, much,
still the child cries unheard,
and the world will end, not,
with a bang or a shout
But on a whistling breeze
only heard by the gods
thence it shall be considered
spoken, to satisfy your need
spoken only as it is worded to
be read, spoken
those that shall hear these words
shall ask others why, and in defense of
there sanity they shall want never to hear
these words again.
sung they might find an audience
to the rhythm of a drum
that they might dance around hearing it.
absurd, absurd indeed!
the passion of a reader is drawn from
the inspiration of the written words.
These words only wish me to dance,
that you may gain opportunity to have
me close to you.
might a guitar, satisfy your want.
or a groovy bass line..
Might the movement of my hips please thee,
that you might so speak me in circles
of your friends, that they to would
want to dance with me, and maybe even sing
these lyrics?
Call the band, and command the rhythm,
than I shall find harmony to
tune your words to rhyme!
Otherwise known as "one's coy obsession with the band!"
BrEeZe MAKES ME WHOLE
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My arms and hands reach out unto you
Embraces like winds surrounding the trees
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Chances are the wind circles everything
Gusting whirlwinds blowing strong
Searching twists spinning on
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The wind blinds me dust in my eyes
Suddenly the clouds move in sings
By and by comes darkness
Warm is the current rings-spring
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When the tornatic
Thunderous, tornatic winds
Blowing breezes cold
Alas if I could just feel
Touch of breeze makes me whole
4/02/18
2018©
It's All About Four/ BrEeZe MAKES ME WHOLE-- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Teeter Totter
Up
down.
"Don’t bump your bottom on the ground!"
UP
down.
Inside the curvy tunnel is a dark, spooky space.
WOOPS, I'm sorry Patrick, I couldn't see your face!
A slippery slide we move down fast, Sarah’s arm in a cast!
I love to swing with Lindsey Loo, but swinging too high, she'll lose a
shoe!
Jack likes the tire rope the best, he just won't stop and take a rest!
When he circles 'till he's dizzy, his Irish face turns red and his hair turns
frizzy!
Gertie reaches for each monkey bar, “LOOK at me” she brags.
She thinks she's such a star, even I can climb that far!
It’s finally time for us to go, have ice cream and take a rest.
Our playground time is just the best!
6/21/2021
THE PLAYGROUND
Thirst is in the temples
Heat consuming you
Desire for a gulp of water
Under the frying fire
The only thing that matters
It is a drop of water
All riches of the world
Are in front of you
You can have any
You want to
You can reach your hand
And touch the sky
Or pull the moon
Like a ripe apple
And hold it tight
You can board
A shiny heavenly boat
That is crossing the sky
And fly away
In to the realm of unknown
Seductive alluring world
Anything you desire
Is in a reach for you
With just one gesture
Of your hand
But there is only
One thing you want to
A drop of water on your
Chapped burning lips
Thirst is everywhere
It is in your mouth
Your veins your heart
Your eyes your hair
Your stomach your ears
Your mind is going blank
The only drop of water
Is on your mind
But you can’t get it
There is no living water
To be found in the world
That was devoid
Of the presence of God
At the bottom of hades
All riches of the world
Are there for you
To be reached and savored
But the thirst is all consuming fire
That burns your insides
And the water is the only thing
That you lust and desire
The living water is devoid
From the underworld
And all-consuming thirst
Is what you got
For eternity to come
If only you knew that living water
Is the only thing that matters
Ice is so very cold in arctic circles
Where time begins as cream
Climates cling to hope
The Aurora Borealis give texture to white
Turn it around the corner of reason
Space time ice cream comes in no flavors
Worth articulating
Colors are void, taste of nothing
Are not particular to thought
To the ways of thinking
Rocks set aside differences to light
Like ice they appear hard to the touch
Sit on the Earth and spin with synchronicity
Let gravity do the work
Ice could not be colder if it tried
Light does not pass through it motionless
Space time remains indifferent
Ice cream still tastes delicious
Plop, plop, plop.
The white light of the window's
Modern-day tavern shone
On the writer's keys
as the raindrops plopped atop
The wooden barrels outside.
His mind both racked and vacant
Body-dragged and summarily questioned
Twixt miles and miles of driving to connect
The dots as the mind, the mind, the mind...
Mutters, mumbles, and mucks through the hours
Like a muddied pigeon struggling to spread its wings
As small concentric circles grow outward on the writer's
Cold wet barrel outside in the inclement Seattle spring spritz...
So you have a break.
So you have time to rest.
So why complain?
Look at all this mental health bliss.
Why fuss and moan and
Stress and with such duress?
There's a way to find the calm in the chaos.
Just go away, get away, though check your emails.
The kids have the flu, go take your break.
It's walking pneumonia, where's your harmonica?
Let's sing the blues.
The songs of our lives.
The tears of all the angels.
Human tears taste better.
An eye for an eye
A hambone for a hambone
Who called the vegetarian?
Fooled you that's a pescatarian.
This poem is a train,
That never found the rails.
And that's okay
When excavating
The soul of the soul,
The eye of the eye,
The plop of the plop
From the Beer Barrel Bop.
I am the raindrop.
And even the barrel.
Plop, plop, plop.
Let the honey drips from your lips and spill into my sacred dish
Let the sorrows that you feel melts with the dark clouds as they fade with the beaten skies upon which your destiny lies, and the tears that is welled up in your eyes will break loose and flow freely with the inconspicuous breeze.
I have waited for this moment to come when we would sit by the stream and reminisce our last dream and watch the stars above us flows evenly through the skies while the moon on the other side will orbit the earth and roll its eyes in the age old dirt.
The south will sing a vibrant hymn and the rovers will get up and sing to the rhythm within, tears of joy will flow and I will finally launch a breath taking show and the vipers of the earth will watch in awe as destiny circles the contours of the surface with lights formed from the glow.
I can see the image in plain eyes as destiny walks up and down the endless sky with hands and feet bound in chains and a sign on its back saying that it has completed the game. It had brass belt wrapped around its waist and bronze bangles on its wrist and I watched wisdom drags it through a narrow road as it makes its way down the secret stairs and daylight suddenly breaks through the gate.
Everything happen so fast and the sudden mystery left me speechless in the dark ; earth comes alive and there you were sitting by my side gazing at the stars beyond the horizon; honey continues to drips from your lips and fill the sacred dish and the heavens merge with the earth and the temperature increased.
Our hearts began to grow and the wind began to blow and graciousness filled the darkened corners and civility spilled out in the open street and a crowd appeared out of nowhere chanting words of wisdom.