Long Dart Poems
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Buildin’ Birds…
Your hands dart and weave
In, out, up.. then hover
Swoop right… then left
As simply as sight
Of a birds dreamy flight
Floating to perch proud on rocky cleft
Subtle magic’s paint
Concept, thought to Action
Life wrought from death
As eloquently as the Master
Reaches out from the hereafter
And grants the unborn gift of breath
Chaos now cornered
Seeks out surge, hands direct
And collar by will
And just as Angels acting
So precise, measured, and exacting
Leave scarce a ripple on waters still
Trumpet Grande Crescendo
Labors love ushered in
A diamond from primal smolder
A new winged gift to grace us
Snatched still in pristine stasis
To soar in the eye of the beholder
(Narrative)
I wrote this poem after peeping through the doorway of my wife Nancy’s workspace as she
crafted her beautiful bird sculptures. I was utterly amazed at the delicate movements she so
gracefully employed to wring creations that seemed to capture a split second of nature so
completely as to cause the beholder the illusion that she had somehow stopped time.
Literally, a hummingbird caught between the beats of its wing for one to marvel at. Of all
Nancy’s creative endeavors I still rank her “Buildin’ Birds” as her paramount artistic
endeavor.
The riddles of brain got me through,
My sweat is witness and duties proof,
Burnt two ends of life not candles,
To achieve my dream or so I say.
My dreams were wings of people's desire,
But little I knew those sugary vipers,
Who gasped my wishes for selfish fame,
And sailed my vision far away.
My life is now a splendid satire,
Neighbours are satiated more than ever,
But an unusual void trembles my interior,
I stand so lonely in this sea of success.
Had I heard the beats of my soul,
Followed my heart and venged the folks,
Happiness would have cherished my works,
My old arms blossomed with lush and love.
Sailing my dreams in the boats of treachery,
Why should I moan over the trick of time?
For those boats test everyone's grit,
The holes were rather poked by me.
The Moon is my witness
the night you said you loved me true
and twinkling stars looked down
and heard it too
Passing clouds carried the news
straight to my heart
which etched in your spoken words
that we would never part
A creeping Badger
looked up and frowned
seeing us together
not making a sound
Kissing and Cuddling
like lovers do
holding each other tightly
as a gentle wind blew
As the Moon is my witness
I will never forget
the look in your eyes
and will never regret
saying I love you
as was my reply
and I would never leave you
till the day I die
Those twinkling stars
have mapped out my heart
as our love reaches a crescendo
like cupids flying dart
you say that our love is forever
eternity at least
sat here in the wooded darkness
like Beauty and the Beast
Solitude is now a trained trait
It’s easier than teaching the selfish to cooperate
Past the lights of yesterday
I see tomorrow fade away
Mundane voices talk with ease
Explaining why we go to sleep
Hieroglyphics carved in walls
Lead the way into our stalls
Different tones above our skies
Give our gods an alibi
Friendless souls still stomp around
Deciding if they own our town
Pristine people right and true
Can be bribed to work four you
Forced in to a governmental sacrifice
Seems to decrease our economical price
My minds been monopolized
Taken hostage by a pack of lies
Our love smothers, we destroy with hate
Emotional providences we can’t regulate
Poison from a broken heart
Can be used to dip a dart
Men have fought on foreign land
War has always been freedoms demand
Fallen comrades buried deep
Buried with the maps we seek
Thoughts not directly from my mind
Take refuge in my memory at times
Strong and educated we are immense
Unable though to choose sides of defense
A stagnate society lies in wait
Watching to see what our children create
Promises made of true satisfaction
Redeemed By investing in political action
The flag though torn still it waves
Granting our freedom, although were not enslaved
We have the choice or so they claim
To play like them or lose the game
Our elders, our teachers, to us they now run
Grappling at their justice; for answers, to us come.
orange scattered skies
an awaited breeze
watching the birds
form tree to trees
a thunder clap
we pause..listen..scatter
distance dusk howling sounds
then the unmistakable movement
it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans
just a victim of the game
on top of the food chain
as I walk I cast a shadow long
blend in café ridden side walks
it’s moves are precise
just another prey in life
on top of the food chain
when you move you leave it clues
no doubt it’s on top of you
your eyes dart back and forth
moving from side to side
15 minutes of fame
My life on top of the food chain
Moon Spoon
In high school, I met
my sweetheart,
and together,
we followed our dream
to romance that turned into love.
When school ended,
he joined the Marines.
We fed our sweet love
every day
with letters and pictures by mail.
Our hearts stayed as one
by that dart
which dear cupid
implanted so well.
Together, at nine,
every night,
miles apart, 'neath our Moon,
we would meet.
In her light of romantic glow,
we'd spoon love
to each other's lone heart.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Free Verse On Love
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/26/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Moon Spoon
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 11/17/2017
October 16 Scripture Meditations Based on John 13-14
Key Verse – John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY WAY
Thank You for being my way toward Your heart
Away from hatred and wickedness’ dart
So that I can love by Your compassion only You can impart
Against worldly friendship of pleasurable start.
Thank You for being my way toward Your Word
Away from foolishness and falsity’s sword
So that I can learn through Your truthful record
Against unwise decisions of ignorant board.
Thank You for being my way toward Your heaven
Away from condemnation and hell-fire’s oven
So that I can enjoy Your salvation haven
Against detrimental idolatry of self-righteous leaven.
Thank You for being my way toward Your bliss
Away from discontentment and jealousy’s hiss
So that I can delight in Your fellowship I must not miss
Against miserable backsliding of deceitful kiss.
Thank You for being my way toward Your security
Away from fright and hardship’s cruelty
So that I can seek Your protective stability
Against fretful doubts of spiritual poverty.
Thank You for being my way toward Your presence
Away from assurance and peacefulness’ pretense
So that I can abide in Your holiness-prevalence
Against boastful selfishness of vain prominence.
Thank You for being my way toward Your revival-flame
Away from transgressions and guilt’s shame
So that I can glorify Your name which by faith I claim
Against personal ambition of temporal fame.
October 16, 2022
A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie,
Simple in its English name, yet rich in its legacy.
My lowly view,
Navigating slippery slopes, salamanders in their hue.
They dart in and out of holes, in the clay they seek Refuge,oid debris, their world they won't subdue.
The forest boasts of many kinds, each with its unique feature,
The young maintain their heritage, with the plantation as their teacher.
Expecting watchful eyes, some wear their feelings on their face,
Their composure reveals their thoughts, their feelings they can't erase.
In nature's design, many depend on the old oak's shape,
Each creature with a purpose, none existing out of place.
Some salamanders are short, thick-headed and round,
Living and dying inside the wooden cavity they've found.
Others, with huge heads, delve deeper inside,
Breathing in the oak's heritage, rooted and never denied.
And as she watches from afar, she can't denie that those large
Head's can't get inside of what she feels inside.
If the base of the racing mind is unsteady
unanchored in the sliding dunes of the desert
in the corrosive surge of sand storm speedy
toward the sordid end untamed instincts dart.
The unbridled mind runs like a wild horse
breaking the shackles of the brittle sanity
reaches the goal making track by brute force
the basic instincts turn to base and vile entity.
The savage horse you rode to encircle me
threw me helpless in the vortex of squalls
I struggled long in vain to set myself free
became a mute victim of your feral impulse.
In the pace of desert storm you galloped away
breaking my fragile life into a heap of wreck
trying to rise again from the dust of dismay
I see the drifting dreams even while awake.
August 6, 2018
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade the air oh how the clouds suggest a dare,
Looking like sheep jumping over fences oh how it stirs the sky and senses !
Crackling fire illuminating the shadows of the night oh how with mysteries of the light,
Animals will watch the humans make camp as if each camper is, a scamp !
Powerful gaze holding years of hope oh how with vulnerability and the will to cope,
Looks knowingly into the void as if it were, a mental sanctuary to be employed !
Unstoppable magnetism attracts us to one oh how unexpected, powerful and fun,
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !