Long Daresay Poems
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O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
___________________________
H-E-L-P!!! N-e-e-d s-o-m-e b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!
Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing over divide
yellow crime tape
cordoned off homicide
booted feet did poetically crunch
while leashes untangled,
viz braided bunch.
Law enforcement officers i.e. they
Perkiomen Township precinct tidy
as... executive attache
case headed by narcotics
mod squad trooper Amelie
Beth knew address of scrivener brother
immediately quaffed mouthful Schuylkill
downing requisite with "FAKE" sedative cray
zee that seems giving
judicious punch to allay
time and again marital altercations daresay
put Schwenksville neighborhood
under immediate lockdown
Bay of Pigs in comparison childsplay
summoned rookies re:
instant karma coldplay
witnessed unusual display
officers, paramedics, and trained
German shepherds on faux pas did pray
(canines formerly under religious sway
nsync with neutered saint Matthew Scott
sacred church fathers and mothers
panglossian benevolence ne'er betray
loved spouting doggerel pay
Canis lupus familiaris obeissance
oh... I got scent tum mental anyway
kit and caboodle - women in blue,
plus aforementioned cod ray
regarding medical technicians
braced themselves steely, fiery, burly,...
former career recruits, thus okay
toughened courtesy green beret
fearless motley crew did sashay
gingerly, nimbly, softly... treading listening
faintly hearing sauntered without delay,
whence plaintive bent down on haunches
analogous to plie (plea yea)
including dogs ready to spring,
where overly curious inquisitive nee
bores asked to take selfie oy vey
afterwards quickly made bee line
discerning most strategic way
to enter apartment and rescue
a scene no stranger Giacomo Casanova,
to Rabelais, or Marquis de Sade
chaos theory put thru paces
mind boggling utter disarray
courtesy the missus
floor to ceiling clutter, perhaps soiree
gone awry with personal paraphernalia
strewn helter skelter hodge podge
bajillion potential accidents away
one misstep to temper and disable
garden variety trumpeting popinjay.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
(type of foragers -
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
View from the Shore
By David E. Siegel
Copyright (c) 2004
Above the lake, the angry clouds are ranked
Darkening the day with threats of rain.
Below, the wind has raised up little waves
Marching, row on row, towards the shore.
And on the farther shore, the trees are seen:
Near black between the lake and cloudy sky.
The light attempts to pierce the veil of sky:
The near clouds part, but not as clear it’s ranked
For through the hole, more clouds can yet be seen
To further emphasize the chance of rain.
I look out, from the slope above the shore
And watch the day, the clouds, the little waves.
Perhaps no storm impends, because the waves
And not so large and strong; because the sky
Includes the front-lit clouds; because the shore
is dark but clear, and where the trees stand ranked
their outlines are not blurred by sheets of rain
but clearly can their silhouette be seen.
There is more here than that which can be seen.
Not only on the water are there waves
A spirit can be drenched – or cleansed – by rain;
Be bound to earth, or flutter through the sky.
Now shall I be with fools or wise men ranked?
And shall I drown, or safely swim to shore?
And what shall be there waiting on the shore?
The future, I should know, cannot be seen
It can’t be safely filed and neatly ranked
Times changes come upon one as great waves
or tiny ripples. A light may pierce the sky
only to be masked by pouring rain.
I know that over fate I do not reign.
Only a fool believes the future sure,
Regardless of the world; thinks that the scene
His fancy paints, is writ upon the sky.
I daresay I shall not with such be ranked
All title as a prophet I shall waive.
What have I seen within this stormy sky?
And In the waves that endless lap the shore?
Times are unique, not ranked, each holding sun and rain.
-DES Feb 2004
Darkness seeps in as I close my eyes
There is a fear, but temporary.
This will be the last sleep of my life
For I know I won’t see another January.
The cold is slowly freezing the bones
Death is calling me to its abode,
I can feel sounds, moans and cries
But I know this is the end of my road.
I want to tell ‘her’ I’m going to be reborn,
I open my lips to call ‘her’ name,
But it gently lifts me up and flies
And I know it is “End of Game”.
Though not, I fly through realms of souls,
I fly over empty deserted landscapes,
I fly over Hell and it’s minions
A land where Death has no escapes.
I fly over warm grasslands and meadows
A land, which looks prettier than earth
And I stand before a golden gate
Where God is gifting yet another birth.
He tells me you will be born again
But not to become a mortal
You will stay with me forever
And be my dearest son immortal!
I daresay “I don’t want immortality!
I want to go back to the mortal realm
It is not to enjoy those frugal moments,
Nor to feel the impoverished dreams
I want to become Death
I want to end mortal sufferings
I want to liberate their souls
And want to bring happy endings”
He asks me why such wish, I say
“It is for the mortal life below,
“It is for the rich and needy
It is for the happy and gloomy
“It is for the good and evil
It is for the man, woman and child
“It is for the animals and trees
It is for every organism, tied or free
“It is to let them know
That after misery and suffering
That after darkness and despairing
Will come eternal peace and mirth;
For all those terrified and melancholy souls
Death is much sweeter than birth.
Form:
The number seven carries me away
Where imagination and numerology have a stay.
Dreams live celebrating each new day
Free from realities and evil’s prey.
Seven years of praying brought marriage my way.
But that was only one life’s foreplay.
Seven years later, a dreadful fray.
Divorcement angered ended love’s array.
Forgive seven times seven at hurts’ buffet.
Swallowing pain in self’s causeway.
Asking God for a happier ray –
Still hiding hope in a lonely chalet.
The number seven also served Yahweh.
Six days to create, then, came rest day.
The Book of Revelations is smitten by “the seven” foray.
Saints who know their sevens might reach Heaven someday.
Does the number seven govern my life? Nay!
I calculated my destiny number this way:
Using the name I was given on my birth-day,
I assigned numbers to letters as charts outlay.
{[(4+1+5+5) and (1+5+5) and (3+9+1+5+6+6+9+4)]
= {(15) and (11) and (43)}
= [(1+5=6) and (1+1=2) and (4+3=7)]
= [6+2+7=15] = [1+5] = 6} LOL! Number six! Hurray!!!
Destiny number six says I will be happy and gay
While living life with a humanitarian inlay.
Artistic endeavors through my life sashay.
Creating beauty, by providence, my life’s mainstay.
But over to destiny number seven I stray.
Sharing findings and seeking knowledge, I daresay.
Two attributes that stayed with me along life’s runway.
Numbers six and seven blesses me…at least half way!
© July 13, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
LINKS of INTEREST:
http://www.angelfire.com/az/rainbowbridge/seven.html
http://www.aboutnumerology.com/destinymeanings.php
Garish pix of nightclubs
hot clubs
hot pants
hot girls
swirl my mind
as I lay in bed
running you
inside my head
running and running
and you’re stuck on replay
as I speed the highway
down the road
flowing and flowing
thoughts and words
incoherent now
just images
of you me
hot sweat heat
lust maybe
paper fire
it may be
flames licking
licking tongues licking
rolling
rolling
down the road.
Thoughts shimmer in the heat
blown by the wind
wind chills me here
chills the thoughts
to frozen memories
memories created in a time
never revisited
I think I’ll revisit
for a while.
A while ago
I felt your arms
your arms
holding me
hold me
hold me
tighter and tighter
‘til I burst
flames licking
our paper fire
consuming as we speed
over and up
up and over
rolling over
and I flash these pix
amid the flames
a seer I daresay
a seer
of those thoughts poisonous
poisoning my waking
hours when I should
be amid languid dreams
of you me
hot sweat heat
lust maybe
paper fire it may be
yet these flames
lick and lick
stoking my desires
igniting my heart
sending me down
a road I know
so well
too well
taunting me
with a cycle
that rolls and rolls
never stopping
once to think twice.
Once think twice.
Once let the flames
not engulf
and slow down the speed
I’m rolling too fast
running too fast
racing my way
through the nightclubs
hot clubs
hot pants
hot girls
swirling in my
imagination
palpitation
excitation
over what
may be only
a paper fire.
Shadows detach at dusk, and like bats
roost together in sinister rookeries at night,
wrapped in black mantles
hanging upside down, gossiping.
Peter Pan lost his shadow,
"do you know where they put my shadow?" he cried.
He found it in a chest.
He cried when water and soap failed to stick it back on,
but laughed in joy when dear Wendy,
sewed it back, reattaching it with needle and thread.
"I daresay it will hurt a little," she said.
You look back and see someone staring,
with you in their gaze.
"Is that person looking at me",
Why? Do I know them? Have I seen that face before?
You look back later, that stare and glare
are still there. Why are you being shadowed?
You duck down alleys, trying to avoid being noticed.
But footsteps follow, someone is there!
They are coming!
You are hiding in fear behind a wall.
A shadow crawls prone towards your,
gets bigger and closer.
But, suddenly the shadow turns, passes by and slinks off.
Whew! What a relief. That was a close one.
Shadows are followers, seldom leaders or climbers.
They have forgotten how to tell the time.
They slink like a snake, prone along the ground.
Like a dog they hound you panting for a pat,
but they are always out of reach,
allusive, tough job to touch.
Like bad memories they haunt you,
and shadow you around all day.
But, you can shake them at night.
Unlike dreams and nightmares,
shadows can be put to bed.
Strangely, you can drown shadows in water,
and shake 'em off in other shadows,
because shadows are not true reflections of self.
Sara, too beautiful for words I dare say
I met you on a poetry quest one day
and read your amazing verses, I daresay
when you write you got a very special way
Sara your a classy poet with grace, so kind
as you share your thoughts so well defined
I can see how your thoughts are intertwined
Poets like you are far and rare, like the wind
Sara, you come and go inside our lives quietly
leaving behind your legacy of sweet poetry
I want you to know that you have enriched me
with your friendship, and I will always carry
the utmost respect for you, as a poet and friend
I bow to you dear Sara, ...your talent has no end
Decicated to the kindest woman I know
her on poetry soup.
Sara, too beautiful for words I dare say
I met you on a poetry quest one day
and read your amazing verses, I daresay
when you write you got a very special way
Sara your a classy poet with grace, so kind
as you share your thoughts so well defined
I can see how your thoughts are intertwined
Poets like you are far and rare, like the wind
Sara, you come and go inside our lives quietly
leaving behind your legacy of sweet poetry
I want you to know that you have enriched me
with your friendship, and I will always carry
the utmost respect for you, as a poet and friend
I bow to you dear Sara, ...your talent has no end
Decicated to the kindest woman I know
her on poetry soup.
I don't know much of Heaven
And I don't know much of Hell.
I don't know what I cannot see
Or hear or feel or smell.
I don't know foreign words-
My ear is far too rough-
But I know a very little
And it seems to be enough.
I know the taste of Summer,
I know the chill of Fall.
I may not know the names of stars,
But I know I love them all.
I know behind each Winter
There lies in slumber Spring.
I know how to kind of dance
And I know how to sing.
I know we live to smile,
I know we're born to die.
I know that there is sadness
Even if I don’t know why.
I know behind the darkest clouds
The sky is still so blue.
And even though we’ve never met,
I daresay I know you.
You once had a mother
Who loved you from the start.
And even if she’s gone now,
You carry her in your heart.
I know you’ve been in love
And I know it made you cry.
If anyone asks you if it hurt,
I know you want to lie.
I know you laughed at nothing
When you were very young.
I know you’ve said things you regret,
I know you bit your tongue.
I know that you’ve felt pain,
More than you ever should.
But the greatest thing about you
Is that you still try to be good.
I may never meet you, friend,
But that has to be okay.
Because you and I still know each other
In one important way.
Our ears can be so sensitive,
Our tongues can be so rough.
But even if we don’t know much,
We know we know enough.