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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 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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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!
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
My Lord, you dance between two Queens, confused
a mourning martyr and a morning dove
both cleaved of hope, of thought, of voice,
or so the multiples of men would think.
But I'm no less the babe, no more the witch
than what imaginings might trace your mind
I've overflown the mold you've cast me in
and altered all the fashions you've designed.
I've sinned, excusing flows of sinfulness
inscribing them in heart as boons of love
but, ah, the blade you've burried in my chest
I cannot wrest from in my vengeful bones.
I would exact a justice for his death
with your companion Madness in my soul.
'Tis you or I will die, but I can't live
to trip o'er bodies in my shadow's fall
and find you there, the face upon my heart
with your obsessions bleeding black at foot.
I could forever sponge the poison spewed
so long as lips of Hamlet smiled on me.
'Tis life of victim-hood I could endure
but I can't make a victim out of you.
'Tis not Ophelia, "sweets to the sweet" there,
not 'neath the feet of unlovables loved.
I dwell in hamlets between Life and Death,
companioned by a Hamlet's, earthbound vice
because I loved a Hamlet; madness sworn
a man romanced by madmens victory.
'Tis not Ophelia, drown in bitter pain
but mine own madness quelled, a victim claimed.
O night, Thou art dark and still
Covered within the black
heavens, thy beauty is in the
reflection of a million glowing
stars.
O night, Thou art silent and
steady
Companioned by the bright
moon, thy heart never is lonely
and thy soul resides in eternal
bliss
Thou art the beginning of day
and the end thereof, The tomb
of all wild's rest, and the hiding
of man's dreams and terrors
As I invoke Thee, O night, Hear
my awe-trembling voice. Take
away all fears from behind the
mind with which I pray.
Thou art was when the spirit of
God was upon the waters, and
in thy bounties, thou knowest
my deepest feelings and my
sacred thoughts.
See how the poor and the rich
become equals in thine, how
the sane and the insane are
absorbed in thy harmony and
how all nature bows to the
essence of thy being
O night, beautiful dark....,
Wilt Thou not give comfort to
my sleep in thy darkest hour,
Wilt thou not allow the tender
touch of my wife rest me easy
Or the warmth of her kisses
quicken my soul,
O night, Inscrutable by Mortals!
Within thee was all creation hid
and from thy darkest spoke the
voice that made all
Frighten us not, but make thee
known as Thou art
Do I really need this as much as I think I do
Does the earth need us to stop polluting her
As much as I need to and have to stop relying on it
I will never get over this enemy of diseases that fractures my mind
There it is....staring at me....it needs me to complete its life
Without me it will have no purpose so I must help it to live
I cant do that to its life force, that would be bad energy
If I dont have it, my life will have a gaping hole attached
My mind will be like a 24 hour drive through
To fill this void I must use this gift that was sent to me from the heavens
There is no point to stop, the devil was right when he spoke to me
The reason I need this is because in a prior life I did something awful
So hidious in fact that the only way out is to escape by use of this gift
Finally someone has answered my call and offered this jewel to me
I can take this as high as I want, and relieve my expectations of life
I can finally be alone only companioned by the gift and what it has to offer
Thankyou my devilish friend for showing me the light
Thankyou for allowing my mind to keep the drivethrough closed for once.
Form:
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
I can’t recall this never existing
Pallid cold corridors so colorless
I have traversed over and over
In endless searching…
Stepping over putridity
Awash in isolations laughter
Walking beside my companioned wall
Instinctively impelled forward…
Wresting aspiration from bony digits
Using fast my sheltered strength
Against corpses mounting waves
Encroaching upon bricked doorways…
Within this sallow incessant labyrinth
Sinking within this quickening of blood
My sight grows narrower with each pulse
With heavy footfalls my eyes endeavor…
A shifting miasma of reverie and vision
Mirrored upon stainless sterile steel doors
In a moment of clarity I behold my senses
Iced revelry of unyielding standing strength…
No opening…
Vanishing…
Itinerant…
I entered the forest
unsure of how i got there
one step within,
I found it useless to try to escape-
to find my way out
I had little memory
only leaves, tree trunks,
the earth perpetually shaded
from the light of God
there were voices
animal noises-
I could not determine
from which direction they came
the buzz of insects
a mildly threatening cacophany
underfoot were leaves, small branches,
other indecypherable forms
of small death
I was alone
I was lost
and I knew not how I'd gotten here
Didn't I once walk the bright streets
of a mighty city?
Hadn't I once traveled on paved roads,
companioned by other travelers?
was there once a destination for me?
how had I become lost in this dark, dank,
forest of fear?
oceans, beaches, tall buildings,
blue skies, friendly smiles-
were these demented dreams?
which is real?
which is sanity?
why can't I distinguish them any more?
(continued on part 2)