Long Contrails Poems

Poems about Children III

Miracle
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

The contrails of galaxies mingle, and the dust of that first day still shines.
Before I conceived you, before your heart beat, you were mine,

and I see

infinity leap in...

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The Tapestry of Leaves
Michael R. Burch

Leaves unfold
as life is sold
or bartered, for a moment in the sun.

The interchange
of lives is strange:
what reason—life—when death leaves all undone?

O, earthly son
when rest is won
and wrested from this ground,...

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Geoengineering!

The majority of people 
On this beautiful planet,
All with their own lifestyles,
Culture, religion, 
History and tales!
When they see these,
Long white streaks,
In the sky,
They think 
Nothing of them
And call them 
CONtrails!
Busy with their lives,
Busy in their...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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Pivot Point ~ Poetry by Christine A Kysely

 

I have traveled far throughout my years
about a Fulcrum's Path...
A Pivot Point that has held my life
to a course already given.
Nothing at all random...
Nothing ever unplanned...
Everything is...

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Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.

Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Are they playing war games...

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beads of dew abound
                               stubbornly...

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She came from that special tribe of women
whose hands have six fingers each.
Fingers that appear a blur of agitation
chattering amongst themselves 
in a language I could never understand.

9th Row: * Yo, K1, yo, sl 1,...

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SixtyfourF
CharlaXFabels
The Underdog
The most disgusting thing of all the hair unkempt can be over looked the smell 
can be ignored but the alcoholic impairment the fumble with the fingers the look 
of concentration the attempts to...

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This morning I went walking 
and talking to myself
seeking solitude, peace  
and an inner plenum full of wealth

Leaving the familiar surroundings 
of my own house behind
I managed to set a steady pace 
that helped...

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I have been away some weeks, I’ll.  Hope poetry will surface again with improved health.  Have missed all of you 

Fully This Gift. —————-

This overwhelming love that nods
To the rise of each hour’s...

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Snow-clad slope, small clearing in the spruces,
green needles, grizzled white, frame this cabin
on a pitch skiers would salivate for,
the view reminiscent of Bierstadt.

Five mile walk to where I parked my truck,
take the snowmobile down but...

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I sobbed I cried at news you'd died
Was more a launch exploding, heart
Somehow disaster on my part!
Though capsule's ashes stain the ground,
The goals you dreamt of, live, profound.
They blast off, fly beyond the moon,
Such wonders,...

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There's not a cloud in the pristine Colorado sky,
But for a myriad of feathery contrails left by airplanes flying high.
I wonder from whence they came and what are their destinations,
As they form arrow-straight patterns of...

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It was a pink sky this morning
The sky was streaked with pastel hues
But no bad sailor's warnings
were forecast on the news.

Cool enough to be chilly
Warm enough to desire outside
How great it is to be here
To...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses...

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I do not miss you when you're gone
   My sleep, ever so serene, from dusk til dawn
   When the bough of bond between us breaks
 There's no part of my beating...

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There's star with my name written upon it
I know because I wrote my name on it.
Came to me in a dream one starry night.
How to get myself a star of the night.

I adorned myself in...

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On a swelteringly hot afternoon;
 Bracing the savagery of the elements

  Upon sun-baked desert sand dunes
   A mongoose on the prowl wanders
   Into the far distance, forking tracks
  ...

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Once, a long, long time ago
in a land far, far away,
lived a courageous princess
whose heart believed in fairies.

The folklore of the day was
if you saw a fairy fly
by and made a wish, either
it'd grant your...

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No contrails draw patterns in the sky 
No vapor trails leading to exotic beaches
No kisses where planes flight paths cross
No jet engines roaring in the night sky
to whisk you off  to far of places...

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Life’s Buses Never Run on Time


Life’s buses never run on time
so I wait, in stoic supplication,
for a god who has no schedule.
Coincidence decides the crossing
of our paths, spontaneous reunion
of faith and practicality disappearing
in the dirt...

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I winged with the doves
in my unbounded boyhood.
Those rainbows and the contrails
still stay in the soul.
I sweated several times 
but that never lost me sleep.

Now anxieties sprout 
in the sweat.
I lose me 
in the parching...

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in the story's beginning,
there's comfort, there's love,
bright smiles, bright eyes,
mother's mantel above,

with new looking awe,
small noises, small hands,
shining faces on porch swings,
bedtime fantasy lands,

as time turns and grows older 
young faces turn to judge,
sire's guidance...

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Jet Lag
By Franklin Price
12/11/2016

Above the distant mountain tops
Blue skies, contrails of white
Clouds made at thirty thousand feet
By jet planes in their flight

A myriad of vapors 
Crisscrossing in the air
I wonder where they're going
Getting quickly, here...

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