Long Cliff Poems
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When the nights light grow dim and the shadows bounces around in the sky, I will closed my eyes and reach towards the heaven and touch you, when the stars are dancing about and my spirits start to shout, I will climb on top of the roof and march around in my army boot.
I sit here all alone flying around the world putting the pieces together
And leaning on America, my hopes are high as I marched towards the sky, and sits on top of the mountain, I could see everything, the landscape, the heartbreak and people looking for love in the wrong places
And the market women with loads, on top of their head caught in the early morning bangarang and the mid-day customers squeeze, while their husband lie in bed entertaining the spirit of the dead and desperation lift their anxiety.
It is a strange Phenomenon that you cannot understand when the universe starts marching hand in hand and touch the dignity in me. It is powerful it is mighty and it is strong
I see you walking up that stairs, with power in the tip of your finger nails and the smiles that lights up the whole world it is something magnificent to behold and the rhythm keep playing in my head as I watched you walked into that role, the applause went up in the sky and screams and shouts bellow through the clouds and scattered everywhere.
It is magnificent to sit on top of the mountain and watch you operating on the ground and communicate with the deity in long gowns, I can see from every angle how the great man tumble, he wept bitterly on the ground because he couldn’t wear the crown, it is the light from the mid-night skies that deprived him of it and anxiety pushed him straight off the cliff.
The mountain is high, the valley is deep she has reached the pinnacle and my soul is at peace come and look at the crowd celebrating in the streets.
Let me be the moon, and you my tides
Pulled to me no matter how far away we are
In perfect synergy, we shall reside
Never to fall out, always to be together
The vixen in me wishes to be chased down
Hunted fiercely like on your life it depends
Over and over again, round and round
I live for the chase, so don't disappoint
When you catch me, pin me to the ground
Kiss me with a hunger that only I can satisfy
Make me make oh so pleasant sounds
With arms held above my head
Devour my body like an animal in the wild
Don't let me up for even one singular breath
Ask me if I love it, break through any denial
Make me beg for your tender touches
Thrust into me and make me see stars
Your hold on me leaving sweet red marks
Send my head all the way up to mars
As you push me over that bliss filled cliff
Ravage my body, make me scream
My entire core begging for more
Make me gush like a never-ending stream
A river of lust that only you can quench
Leave me panting, mess up my hair
Your body against mine, fully intertwined
My eyes rolled back as into them you stare
Heartbeats in time as everything stands still
And then we'll do it all over again
With a snarky remark, we'll start the chase once more
I live for the chase, so let it begin
The thought of it making my mischievous heart sore
You took off for Christmas and New Years Eve, and you came back high and chirpy with a rosy face looking like daisy blended with charming lips and an attitude that could pull me off the cliff. I saw you sitting there, acting as if you don’t care, you are so obsessed with the show and I have no other place to go but to sit and watch you and try to get a sensible clue from you. But the hours slip by quickly and the show ended in a jiffy leaving me high and dry with a new ambition waving in the sky.
Suddenly everything around me become obsolete but hopes catapult me to my feet, there was nothing to hold to and a sudden emptiness that I have been fighting for weeks captivate my body. I took a walk up the street hoping to find someone to lay it on, but no one was there, but the cars driving along the street they were just few but they appears to be many.
I walked into the grocery store and stood behind the door so as not to distract the customers, the shopkeeper saw me and wave to me. She forced a smile and went around the back and left me standing there looking in despair as the harshness of life has taken its tolls in the environment and everyone was paying the price.
I felt the tears springing up in my eye and suddenly I started to cry. I tried desperately to hold back the tears so as not to embarrass myself on the spot and so I suppressed the emotion. My body took on a different figure and I could feel all my joints getting stiff and so I clenched my fist and stood silently behind the door and I could hear my own heart beat racing towards the shore and my body moving to an unfamiliar rhythm. The customers come and go staring at me with budging eyes, some had no purpose there they only wanted to look at me.
I kept squeezing the tears inside hoping someone could understand how I feel and touch the pain in me. But my spirit kept draining and my heart continue to ache. I bid the shopkeeper goodbye and venture out the door stumbling on the brumby side walk until I was able to hold my grounds. I walked slowly along the path and each step that I take I could hear your voice shaking and telling me to go. I like watching the show because that’s the only time I can be with you. My hands are stiff my heart is pounding and my soul is waiting for you. Just one more day and I will board the plane and go away from this wretched place.
MIDNIGHT’S BLUE DRESS
Midnight’s blue dress -
modem of her physique,
molded immodestly,
married to monumental
destiny of desires,
elongated as if clinging
to an Amazon warrior.
Blue dress props up
her spectacular breasts,
high and mighty, tinged
with reckless success.
Mortification of the madonna.
Fabrication fraught
with embellishments,
bells and whistles of gold
stitched like chains
into the hem she must wear
in eternity’s flamboyant furnace.
Ferociously blue, lips tremble
and pout, pretending to bleed.
The triple X dress sways
in ebb and flow of the mastery sea,
blowing holes in seasoned captains
who dread the siren’s revenge.
Presidents and dictators fall
at her knees, sliding their beggaries
over velvety weave, thoughtless
to her treachery - they make believe.
Midnight’s blue dress invitation
squashes them all, as
she looks on from the cliff
where eagles ogle their prey.
Ejaculators* best blindfolded as dusk calls.
12/28/2019
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
*other than the obvious meaning - to utter suddenly and vehemently
A bold faced cad of human form
Flesh and blood but not the norm
Retraced his steps through the wood
Careless fashion unparalleled as good
Yet the cliff came ending his trail
Of scattered footprints to no avail
Some were cloven others not
Armed with a net as I was taught
Climbed a tree of scruffy pine
Darkness ensued where sun did shine
A scream came from out of the blue
Chills ran up my spine as if held by glue
Creepy crawler my escaped human quest
Smelled so foul I do not jest
Of sweat and blood and maybe pee
Sweltering in the moonlight he saw me
Escape uncertain no wings had I
A sacrificial lamb in his ungodly eye
Of flesh and blood and simply bones
He devoured me except my clothes
Whether it's the waves that are rising high at Half Moon Bay;
Or low tides flowing across the soft sands of Ocean Beach;
Or the ever-present sound of seagulls dancing with the winds;
Or from the Cliff House watching ships sail through the Golden Gate;
Or my kids and I getting splashed by high tides on a Sunday afternoon;
My brain is in tune with the tides, and I hear the fog horns, but my heart
is wondering about the ship that's just arriving from the Far East loaded with
'Made In China" products replacing what used to be made in America.
My heart pains for the underpaid workers sweating to deliver to us 'low prices'. My heart dares to ask, "Do we care how this was made and who
made it?" My heart and I stare at each other as I sit speechless, never answering my heart.
Although I cannot see Pearl Harbor, I know that it's over there and my heart
aches for the families of the thousands of soldiers who lost their lives there.
And beyond Pearl Harbor, there lies Nagasaki and Hiroshima in Japan where the atomic bombs were dropped. Oh, as I watch the ever-changing tidal waves with my eyes, I cannot begin to describe my heart's feeling about all these heartbreaking events and so many more as I look across the Pacific. Notwithstanding, there's an ocean of irony because the sea sights are awesome and the sounds are soothing to my heart.
Let me fly away
to the distant pasture
where worlds meet.
I see a rainbow
resting along the cliff.
Let me fly away
to places of destiny.
Let me go
where I remain myself.
I long to search my soul.
My life has changed so much
it no longer feels like mine.
Time , another creator,
has reshaped me.
I feel
all my wings are cut.
I do not want to be here.
I want to fly away.
But my chick
has not yet learned to fly.
How do I leave him?
He will be alone without me,
and I
will be alone without him.
So let me fold my broken wings
and remain.
But when his wings grow strong,
when he rises into his own sky,
perhaps I will seek a quiet hermitage
somewhere
with my broken wings.
She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities yet me desire more
What makes her passionate for you can hardly fault her as uncaring
What makes her angry and what is it she hiding behind that ulterior look
Our people have a saying where the waters are calm the pool runs deep
I am unravelling her turning stones for there’s so much she holds from others
Should it be that I let her be unperturbed she will never leave her holed cocoon
She is a beautiful butterfly I pray not a moth drawn to the fiery light of a lantern
Only to suffer a fiery annihilation at the hands of the naked lantern flame so besought
What of me do I have the patience or do I snap and walk away hoping she’d but open up
Am I head over heels in love or falling over a cliff I am too a tad mysterious dear not easily read
Let me send you the North wind and harken to my voice you South wind go hastily to my lover say
Why all the trials beloved do’ open the doors that I might gain entry let the peoples rejoice in our love
So as it was the hills of Bashan and Sion sang with merry when my lover did accept me into her hands Bebi Carol Eeh Le mi Rimi leo me luv you.. you remind me of Cleopatra and his Ceasor love unceasing
#Code_254_Musings_Of_Rimi
#Beloved_Of_Rimi
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s coastal fog,
stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
On
shore
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow
a lure for august swimmer mesmerised by mammoth currents awash with silver froth
Gust
of
saline
grain torrents
that skim cliff edges
taunt emboldened in situ bard,
where farsighted jostling amid picturesque quaint beach,
spurs bright imaginary floodgates, a deluge of opulent visual fantasm
Said Hank to his pard, "I reckon we took a wrong turn back yonder!
How we ended up in this here gawd awful place I'll ferever ponder."
"Ya shoulda listened to me when we come to that Y in the trail,
But, no, you insisted we go left an' here we are!" he went on to rail!
"We ain't got a lick uv water an' I don't see none in them hogbacks.
We ain't met a livin' soul 'cept some prairie dogs an' diamondbacks!"
"Ho! Is them Injuns I hear comin' over that ridge back thar a-hollerin'?
This is jes' another fine skillet uv feesh ya have managed to git us in!"
"Buck up ol' pard" said Tex to his pal. "I'm sure they is friendly types,
Wantin' to parley fer some coffee, sugar an' terbaccy fer thar pipes!"
"But I reckon we shouldn't take chances an' if'n yer willin' ol' pard,
Me an' my hoss is leapin' off'n this cliff tho' the landin' be mighty hard!"
They took the plunge diggin' deep furrows with their noses in the ground!
Accordin' to lore this is how Black Hills gold in the Badlands was found!
Entry fer Isaiah Zerbst's "Cowboys In The Badlands" Contest