Long Companioned Poems
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She leads her army up and down,
two sides of Main Street, and is found
companioned by three basset hounds.
They follow, closely, at her heels
like foundlings gathered round
I've often wondered where she goes,
with shopping cart, and dogs in tow.
Tweed on her back, scarves on her hair,
regardless of the temperature
She never speaks, but no one cares.
with eyes like windows, dark and clear.
A friendly clerk will wave hello,
while patrons share a coin or two.
We help her fill her cart with food,
her needs are scant, her wants are few.
When spring arrives, she'll sit and rest
upon the bench, within the shade
to watch daily passing parade
She'll stay awhile, become our friend,
then disappear, as summer ends
Dark hooded eyes have not revealed,
just why she migrates, what compiles
her secret story, or where she goes.
She's a soldier of frenetic times
where clocks tick fast, and seasons change.
She holds the leash like it's her string
to keep the world within her hands
A solemn ritual, we have seen
again, again, where has she been?
And through the seasons, we have grown,
more curious, yet pleased to bend
a little more to understand
She stays until the autumn comes
But winter knows her silent song
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4/29/16
Contest: Second Place Contest
Sponsor Laura Loo
(Based on a real person that we often see on the streets of our small town)
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Insistent starkness claims a leafless day
Where morning breaks with silent calm and dread
The slope of field is framed, behind the glass
reveals a fallen tree, with jagged edge
and grassy hills now laced with autumn rust
Inside we find a plain and cheerless room
The table sparce, an empty chair
A plate, a knife, a saucer, without spoon
One empty cup, will wait for no one there...
Ambiance of what has been,
...still lingers in the air,
as amber glows, with threats of snow,
are just a hint, instead
Lonely hours, and lonely days, and lonely shadows blend
The endless songs of yesterday, slip in from window's ledge
A meager meal will spread upon a table set for one
Where breaking bread alone without a friend
is companioned by a solitary end
The angled sun, casts shadows deep and long
A somber mood, reflects this quiet calm
Upon the walls, where gardens grew, are faded memories
where yellow blooms of yesterday, are just a step away
Where, once were two, who loved and knew their sun would rise again
There now is one who sits alone ...at the table set for one
Where hope has gone, when morning comes...
to sing a lonely song
Based on the Painting by Andrew Wyeth ... "Groundhog Day"
http://www.andrew-wyeth-prints.com/gallery_andrew-wyeth-groundhog-day.html
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Capricious sun, perhaps he's napping
Deliberately he comes and goes,
with wily ways, I know so well
Sometimes he stays an hour more,
but then, we know his temper's short,
to leave me here, alone to brood
and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night,
until my knuckles bleed
But, cannot summon him to rush
He takes his time, as if a game,
then blushes cheeks, again
This is the wait, caught in between…
the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, expects applause
to come with early sun
We blink an eye…and watch him leave
with bright red shoes, and a hat of gold
He'll wave goodbye, and sink right in
the curved rim of the world
And when the final curtain draws,
there's a sigh behind the hills
And all is still....
Companioned by the crescent moon,
who, I will welcome in
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Submitted for "Saving Daylight" contest: sponsored by John Lawless
2/15/15
Allow me to introduce
The charming letter
Lower case c
For she’s as cute as cute can be;
Corinthian, compact and curvy,
Companioned between b and d
She keeps her shape confidently
When transformed to case, upper
A large C with calligrapher’s
Flourish, grows up
Chic and sexy.
Sometimes she calls a
Crystal clear c
Rules over the oceans of vowels
Making i follow e
But sometimes, she’s wispy
And cirrus, sounding soft
Like an S
Wise counsel at the end of advice.
When she teams up with K
She loses her say,
Maybe she craves to cut loose –
Sccchhhhhhhhhh – she’s carelessly
Left hidden in scissors
Scene of a crime
Accused, she sits silent
In her indictment.
Socially mobile with h,
She follows her cue and
Takes up her place in the
Chorus of the church choir pew
She is centred
As middle c
And of music, she’s
The finale.
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Oh, capricious sunlight!…. His naps exceed his wiles
Deliberately he comes and goes
Leaving me bereft, and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night until my knuckles bleed
But I can not summon the sun to hurry up another day
He takes his time, as if it is all a game
This is the wait, …between the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, ignoring once again the earth’s applause and admiring eyes
In one blink of an eye…we watched him leave
Wearing red shoes, and colorful hat woven through with gold
He gets lost below the curved rim of the world
And when the curtain is closed, we hear a sigh behind the hills
And all is still,
Companioned by a dark serenity
And I must welcome darkness as my friend
Long doors of dark have closed upon the day
And though the wind will batter till the knuckles bleed
It cannot presume to summon morning dawn
Or lift relentless bars, to welcome sun
The light is pillowed deep in slumber’s grip
Do not disturb is hung upon the knob
Unwelcoming, while daybreak still is sleeping
And earth takes respite from the busy day
And dreaming stars are breathing silent sighs
Whisper softly, tiptoe gently
Take care, thus not break the spell
You cannot speed, the night must sleep
The clock ticks on, and patience is the friend
Withhold the futile beating hand
Grow wise in silence and keep the peace
So when the dawn comes by to let you in
Much brighter still, it comes to greet
A welcome mat beneath your feet
Unlocked and free to enter as you please
Companioned by a warm serenity
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.6.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
She spoke of his fathering as something
way different from her mothering style
they both stood to applaud him when
he received the diversity of Science award
for his research. That day I applauded and stood
proud saying what tomorrows have we
that the science of now is the way of tomorrow.
Yet every compliment is a smirk from
the frustrations of human loneliness.
Echo's the lonely parrot
who's never been companioned and he
only knows the ways of humans.
Must then the selfishness of man cause him
to be lonely and in need.
Far from the natural ways of belonging.
Strange and lonesome.
Far reaching to create the character of a loner.
Find him some one to love and appreciate said his
loving mother: once she realized that he has
been worked and structured to be seen as
lonesome and evil.
" The Mad Scientist" will not be nurtured
he shall be loved and loving as Godfearing as
we have raised him!"
then we shall worry of those who envy him? those
who then shall be in opposition of his togetherness: that
they might smear his name to gain his woman's hand. Divide
them due to there position and maybe dispositioning.
Wishing to be where someone is in there
found position without
appreciation of what he or she has losted to gain.
From what position might we stand to deter those
who wish and envy?
Stabilzation to be normal! Love makes the world go round!