Long Clouds Poems
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The moist meadow of my heart
desiccates in desolation like a desert,
dispersed clouds of parched passion
make my mirage mind the deceptive sky.
The halcyon horizon I call mine waits
for the argentine moon to rise,
send from the fervent sparkling skyline
the sequins of your charisma
to swathe my sheltered shades of blues.
From the surge of sequestered sandstorm
the sands of my derelict desire drift away
from the shifting dunes of deprivation.
The dry oasis within me doesn’t remember
it was once an epitome of my longing.
Away from the wilderness of my loneliness
in the far away fawn forest,
I wish you turn into an emerald tree.
In its soothing shade I’ll like to repose,
hear the song of the leaves,
dancing in the breeze with your charm.
In the template of my seclusion,
the transient display of dreams
turns into lilting lyric of million steps
I walk to reach you,
setting free the captive heart
that quivers like the wasteland willow.
As the motif of my resolute essence
repudiates the reprisal of catharsis,
at the edge of your serenading fading shadow
I sense in the sanctum of my fossilized time
the sonata of silence.
The rain that showered us all evening had stopped.
although many drops were still clinging to the trees…
As I walked a few of those drops fell down on me
coaxed off their leaves by an early morning breeze.
The ever-shifting clouds seemed to be having fun
as they danced around the moon who is always happy to reflect the sun.
As I felt the wind against my face
and watched the sun-lit moon and clouds shimmy, shake and sway
I was reminded of this Native American blessing…
a wonderful way to start one’s day:
‘May you be strengthened by yesterday’s rain…
walk straight into tomorrow’s wind
and cherish each moment of the sun today.’
I believe we could have learned a great deal
from the indigenous cultures…if we had found a way
to get to know the people
who first populated this land…
If we had tried to comprehend their culture
If we had tried to understand.
Then today…instead of walking separately…
we could all be walking hand-in hand…as one…
respecting one another’s differences
while enjoying…the rain, the wind and the sun
Your image appears all the time and everywhere I look and see
It brings out all kids of emotions deep within me
I see it in the sand before the tide washes it away
I see it in the clouds on a bright sunny day
I have to move on from your passing but it hurts even though it doesn’t show
But it’s so hard to do it because I see your face everywhere I go
I see it in the shadows where there is no light
I see it in the stars when I gaze at them at night
I see it in many things and it makes me always recall
I see it in my own reflection which affects me most of all
I have to move on from your passing but it hurts even though it doesn’t show
But it’s so hard to do it because I see your face everywhere I go
I see it in the water when I wash my own face
I see it in the little things that are overlooked and out of place
I see it in everything and it reminds me of the past
One thing is for certain your memory will always be with me and forever last
I have to move on from your passing but it hurts even though it doesn’t show
But it’s so hard to do it because I see your face everywhere I go
THE TENTH WAVE
The rain drops prick the skin of the sea
Tumble with the urchins in the water,
The black water, so heavy, tired--
Watching it tic tac toe in millions of tiny rings
Tic tac toe, three by three by three
Up until infinity--
As scores of seagulls watched from buoys
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Isn't that how it goes?
All hands on deck! All hands!
Until then came, out of the night sky, a wind
With the sound and fury of a thousand black horses
Pummeling down on the water, the great, fearsome ocean
And stirring it up like a bowl of soup
All hands!
The great boats all groaned in protest,
Their wet, wooden bellies full
Reeds choking shores uprooted and flew at the storm
The whole world seemed to be feeding the storm,
Which would not be satiated, but howled for more
Chunks of earth, wood, sail, even human souls
Would not appease such an appetite
And then, in the pulse of three hours, a brief
Quiet...
...an aching silence
where the sun deceived them
By shirking off the clouds for a moment
Hear the call of the birds...
Red sky at morning, at morning, at mourning
It was then that the waves began--
Undulating at first, feel the water breathe,
Soon rising, rising, black towers
Into walls of water no one could scale,
Ripping across the top in violent zig-zags
White madness, the open mouth-
-and they came, they came in rows
As tall as nightmares, even hungrier than the wind
And they ate up everything they touched,
Swallowing lives, swallowing that which made them
Pulling our dwarfed armies into the deep, deep
Dark, black salt water
Until then, after the herald, and the birds didn't sing anymore
A tenth wave, which rose colossal over the rest,
Moving like a lost city,
Over the darkness, a shadow covering this world
Silenced what was left to be silenced
Little sailors
Little sailors
All sailor's songs end
And On the Land
Your little wives
Will catch your songs on the wind
Will pick up those songs on the winds
there’s a universe
bound to each person we meet
big invisible bubbles
around compact little bodies
taking up no space
just overlapping clouds colliding
as we haul our baggage
holding on to our history
protecting personal space
as if treasuring our burden
the magic only happens
when souls connect in trust
vulnerability exposed
illusion of distances shattered
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~WHAT IF THIS IS ALL THERE IS~ 2023
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Inspired by Kath Walker, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Emily Dickinson
Ella you captured me
with all of yours I read
Curled up with all your poems
How they touched my heart and head
Though some they may not agree
Hence they were left behind
Your character was flawless;
With all that you had signed.
Emily I do begin
To search my very soul
Deeper now with all expressed
You always showed control.
When thoughts of you
And all I feel
Clouds roll away in space
Though life and death and how so strange
You always kept your grace.
Aunty Kath you mesmerised-
Many who did read
Educated, solidated
Poetry of seed.
Igniting stories into print
Leadership prevailed
So so strong and all along
With all the words detailed.
Who would I be if weren’t for three
And many more I read?
Compelling such emotions
Academically ahead.
Uplifted me with poetry
To ponder such well versed
To read between the lines of three
Great women, how they nursed…
Life, Love, Humanity
All which we’ve all been blessed
Mothers, Aunties, Sisters and
Immortal Poetess.
"The Kissing Loop"
My eyes close to keep you there
in a dream slow dancing, bow and cello we waltz in air
bending you closer into my body
like this pea soup fog embracing me
I walk quiet streets surrounded
by Mountains of Blue
the fat bellied pregnant clouds deliver
a life that is verdant, that is new
a new day is born
through some kind of Light storm
grey mist in a teacup of a town
I am walking in the clouds
this could be some kind of heaven
high up in my beautiful kingdom
free as a bird gliding silently
down quiet streets besieged by
beguiling story unfurling
in forests of blues lavenders and greens
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
Blue Highway at the Cross Roads
Where time is easy, fresh air to breathe
The record in my mind that plays
over grooves cracked for a thousand and more days
where the kissing loop repeats it’s mission repeats it’s mission
some kind of erudite Sanskrit, like kissing walls Aramaic, another foreign language
but you’ll hear the message if you quiet your mind and your heart listens
Love is in every step taken
One step forward 3 step back
The Kissing Loop that’s been playing it’s oneiric
"Blue Highway at the Cross Roads"
is right on track
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
and here stands me
New Page:
Some Beautiful Story
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
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Listening to the wind blow above the clouds.
I listen to the sound of a strange echo.
As I walk towards the end of the cloud.
I get stung on my arm by a strange bee.
As my eyes goes hazardous.
That strange bee stings me again on the same arm.
As I ran down the hill.
Blinded folded.
I fall into a bee hive full of strange looking bee's.
The smell of honey hive yellow combs.
As I lay there in the hive.
Stiff as a wooden board.
Hundreds of tiny bee's.
Stings me all over body.
As I passes out from anxiety.
I wait up feeling no pain or bee stings.
My eye sight has restored.
No bee's or honey hive combs in site.
I'm back where I started from.
As I see the bee's flying away.
A warmth wind blows on me.
And tiny painful warts appears all over me.
Then I realized it was summer bee's,
reminding me it was summer time.
Here it is the first day of June
indeed summer is truly now here
the dark clouds of winter have ceased
these bright blue skies are so clear
In Scotland this week it's so bright
sun is shining reaching 26C degrees
everyone's face is always smiling
so different from the past cold freeze
The sun lifts one's spirit high
puts inward glow within the heart
there's a joy in one's every step
filling one fully not just a part
One wishes for this the whole year
but then there would be no bearing fruit
we need all the years varied seasons
all the life's plants need begin at root
But we certainly do love our summer
it makes us feel so really very good
describing it can be hard to explain
but it's effect puts us in real good mood
(Just some thoughts as we had entered summer here in UK a couple of months ago and at least in Scotland the sun has decided to come out and celebrate with us though its never lasted.)
Oh for the days the Sun did shine
To feel a warmth upon my face
It brings a smile to everyone
In Winter time our worlds a desolate place
The Clouds rush by and rain doth bring
Or even a Snowy glistening glow
A slippery surface under foot
With a severe coldness well in tow
But as Spring approaches so does the Sun
It’s a bit brighter and warmer now
A much more pleasanter place to be
It brings a much better feeling somehow
Our seasons bring special Joy
Whether it be Winter Spring Summer or Fall
Each brings it own unique story to tell
A wonderment to us all
The mind’s eye sees more wondrous joy
Each time of year will bring
In springtime it brings out the best
It’s a joy to hear Birds Sing
In Summer its a nice warm glow
Makes us all as happy can be
In Autumn the trees all shed their leaves
Sadly dying off until another time
And in Winter its cold and miserable
Though sometimes the Snow can look sublime
This world of ours is a wondrous place
God gave us to enjoy
I have loved it all my life
Be it as a man or little boy