Long Cooing Poems
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ultramarine unfathomable sky, with a hue of gorgeous crimson,
just a hint of dazzling mystifying dot in the east,
then it grows larger, enveloping the ruby-red horizon,
a panorama of stars still blinking…in a kaleidoscopic canvas,
sky studded with millions still glistening,
strangely a silvery moon, refuses to disappear, although her
omnipotent contender is about to rise.
a few white pristine clouds floating carefree,
bringing tangerine dreams from yonder hills.
the cooing melody of birds serenade me away to a forest afar,
the symphony of chimes soar from a Buddhist temple on the seaside,
sapphire waves on the tranquil beach rolling away,
from me, as I rest mesmerized weaving a tapestry of dreams.
August 2, 2021
For Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW
Their life has been their Valentine day
Cupid's heart and bow
on Valentine's day
shooting golden arrows aglow
touching their senior hearts to ballet
Chocolates dance nicely gift wrap
red roses sing delight
with a dinner and then a nightcap
to candlelight throughout the night
For two graying doves
nestled the passage of time
so much in their love
with everyday a chime
As senior's years a golden
bright eyes still excite
their love, still beholden
two little gray doves cooing the night
She flies on his ageless wings
still, to new discoveries as he sings
connie pachecho
1/5/17
non contest entry
"we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician..." (By Poet)
On a calm tranquil afternoon,
When playful chirping and cooing
Of birds lavishly entertain my throbbing senses,
I drown myself in reverie and retrospection,
Of times past, times spent well,
And times my mind was occupied with -
The unique mysteries of a universe I will
Never be able to fully comprehend!
Birds twitter, birds croon to each other,
I watch life moving at a lulling slower pace,
Rose bushes leisurely sway, breeze converse
With the rustling leaves, clouds float languidly
In endless azure, sailboats sailing in emerald ocean,
Picturesque, perpetual, blissful!
Life is an endless stream, a voyage to unknown,
Life is made up of impossible dreams...
I gaze at a dreamcatcher, unachieved goals
No longer make me feel bleakly miserable, or discontent,
My life is full with lilac aspirations, not failed
achievements! Does it matter in
The ultimate scheme of things, we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician, who smiles at our
Arrogance, blesses all his children
Unaware of the profound truth of life
And Death!
Nothing remains, nothing will remain,
Impermanence is the stark truth of life,
We feel elation in the tangerine trifles of a voyage...
The journey makes the difference,
Not the end!
The Highland Princess
Berthed again
Freshwater Loch
Beautiful Highland Glen
Tranquil pined hillside
Log cabin picturesque
Captain and his dove
Lovingly blessed
As winter sets in
Snow falls so deep
This two in the warmth
In cuddled keep
Roaring log fire
Birch logs a sparking
Face to face
Their hearts a starting
The Captain stands up
And asks for her hand
As he leads her to
A room so grand
Large window they stand
Over the loch they view
He turns to his dove
Declaring, i love you
His manly hands
Undress her so
In her heart she says
Undress me slow
His dove unfeathered
Hands running down her arms
Torso caressed
Her chesty charms
Heaven reached
His hand grooming
As he kisses his dove
Her heart cooing
Four poster bed
Their impressions are made
Moonlight through the window
Passions played
Delicious whispers
In the ear of his dove
As they spoon together
Like a hand in a glove
Together in dreams
Heart to heart
Their next journey
A new start
The old rhyme goes that violets are blue,
maybe! But violets vary from pale apricot to white too.
And roses are red....bah! Who says?
I've seen them in all colours, even black.
Some like white flowers, others yellow or red.
Me, I love them all, who cares?
A flower is a flower, it's the thought that counts.
And when their life span is over
I grieve for I equate them with my life.
For when a flower blooms, is it the inception of love?
And when it dies, is it the end of it all?
When we fall in love, are we prone
to vagaries of life, vulnerable to hurt
and eventual death? But we could just strike gold,
and meet our true love, two lovely pure white doves
cooing away, lovingly all the way.
Have you ever stood in a field with rows of sunflowers
Brightly colored yellow flowers dancing in the breeze
Leaving you cheerful momentarily, your sorrows left behind
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever walked alone on a lonely road on a late night
Felt the silence surround you with its eeriness
Darkness all around and yet a soft voice guiding you
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever felt the joy of witnessing a marriage
The young couple looking at each other in love and ecstasy
You smile knowingly, for you have walked that way
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever held a new- born baby in your arms
Felt the tenderness of life and the miracle unfolding before you
You smile at it in wonder, gently cooing, life looking back at you in amazement
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever faced a bleak future
And then life takes a sudden turn
Not knowing how it all happened
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever faced a problem without a visible solution
And suddenly a brain wave bringing you out into the light
And you wonder where it came from
Almighty God! Feel the power!
Have you ever been on a death bed
And suddenly you recover not knowing how
Full of life and a new hope
Almighty God! Feel the power!
My birdfeeder is a meeting place for many feathered friends,
Delighting me with hours of pleasure that knows no ends.
All sorts of fowl gather there from miles and miles round,
Chattering with the latest gossip creating a melodious sound!
Two mourning doves dine on seeds found upon the ground,
A pair of svelte lovers, billing and cooing, not caring who's around.
A magnificent falcon silently appears in a graceful swoop,
Startling dozens of finches, breaking up their social group!
A couple of haughty ravens stop by for their daily repast.
I may have to refill the feeder since their appetites are so vast!
Sprightly, cute little chickadees flit about to and fro,
Hardly taking the time to feed - they're always on the go!
Golden finches, blue jays and robins add a colorful hue.
Mr and Mrs Lark Bunting, Colorado's bird, make this their rendevouz.
Portly pigeons strut about gathering their fair share.
Lowly sparrows perch in nearby trees awaiting their daily fare.
I've yet to find a feeder that keeps those wily squirrels at bay.
I reckon some inspired genius will figure that out someday.
'Til then my backyard friends will have to share the seeds,
As I strive to cater to their very voracious needs!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A red rising sun like a fireball on the horizon
Ushers in a warm humid day
Slowly it inches its way up, changes colors
Welcomes all to come play
The roosters excited voices toll out their cock-a-doodle-do
While cooing Doves welcome the sun highlighting sky's blue
One lone crow caws out atop a Georgia Pine
As the sun changes to clear illumination
Right aligned with the Master's time
Has my timing met the Master's
Did my clock strike-out on its own
Yes, it did at times leaving Him all alone
He waited with arms wide open
Welcomed me back into the fold
An erring child welcomed
That He dressed in the finest purple robe
aquamarine horizon with crimson hue,
unfolds a sublime picture of dawn,
drowns the senses in tender lilac dreams,
sways away to a mythical land unknown.
spring birds merrily cooing songs serenade,
saffron imagination dawns on dreamy eyes
swirling all vibrant colours of rainbow in palette,
fragrant petite graceful flowers wake us up,
chartreuse waterfalls falls soft on coral rocks,
dazzling moon takes the centre spot,
mighty ocean poses as the mirror for her.
from tiniest seashells to icy mountain-peaks,
indomitable sand-dunes to snow-clad evergreens...
beautiful world!
lavender yearning for magic fills my passionate heart.
Beauty, an undefinable definition,
exists around us....in
beautiful moments, beautiful scenerios,
beautiful emotions...
to be unravelled to the beholder
who marvels at the exquisite bounty of the miraculous!
January 29, 2023
Writing Challenge - "B" word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The cool morning
was delightful and
quite dreamy;
tacked against
a-freshly-painted
bench of gray,
I was enjoying
a deliciuos breakfast:
bacon with eggs
and steaming,
hot coffee...
The unhesitant,
slender pigeons
came quickly around,
cooing with relief,
with an icredible joy
in their weary sound,
to feed on the breadcrumbs
by the birch tree;
I wanted to show them
a bit of my generosity,
giving them most of my toast,
which never goes to waste...
And as they slowly
sorrounded me
with genuine amicability,
their sunken,sad
and pitiful eyes sparkled
with thankfulness;
some staggered,
like toddlers,
on their feeble feet
as hunger and age
were a display
of an undeniable misery...
I did not see
any trotting babes
following them closely;
they surely waited
in their cosy,
comouflage nest:
unseen by predators
and hunters alike...
One courageous
and dashing pigeon
fled to my left
with an hysterical craft,
slightly sweeping
the dandelions
covered with dew
and yellow pollen;
asked for more food
with a convincing coo...
And though my breakfast
was truly humble,
enough to make
them desperately fumble:
my only reward was
to see them eat,
willing to feed
them on those
Sutarday's mornings
and make them my lttle companions;
but to feel their hunger and need,
I have to trade placed indeed...