Long Daub Poems
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Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
a fragile wafer tin threshold,
golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
evanescent saline grain haze,
azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
iridescent canopy of nature trail,
awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in luscious glimpses,
and sumptuous earworm madrigal,
a tantalizing world so close,
glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
quencher of dust road harsh throat,
splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
so quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
tinplate dollop sated hunger
Our Opossum Has a Strong Propensity for Crime
By Frank Daub
Discovered in a backyard nighttime check –
an opossum wandering behind our garden shed.
Pin-pointed face, squinting eyes.
It did not run -- to my surprise.
Only staring, lighted softly by the porchlight.
Little.
Sleek in a white-gray-tan-straight-fur-slicked-down way.
The streets around are not friendly to its kind.
This unfair truth made up my mind.
I should let the shed-bottom harbor it.
This would require: FEEDING.
I decided the feeding plan -- without data-based reference --
would be workable.
I tried every sort of natural vegetable.
Walnuts added when the berries nurtured
hordes of ants --
Not
the opossum.
The dietary effort proved it.
Our opossum has a strong propensity for crime.
Particular it is to nighttime
sneaking forays - for food of course.
(This assured the legality of it for me.)
Our opossum was not particular to dietary do’s and don’ts;
Being just inclined to FEEDING its necessary wants.
The animal had a penchant – not a preference --
an exceeding zest for anything edible.
Incredible.
Written: February 27, 2024
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Dwindling diamond daub, an amber
glittering glow
diaphanous verism of glass
and yet…
wreathed in wisteria-washed linden
a glimpse of
moon-pearled butterflies
fluttering beyond
seventh sky
fine shone ivory organza
faintly floats
in flowy grey garment
because...
the mirror failed
to release her
Watch the whispering wind
of crestfallen Luna
serenade sonatas to
the saffron sun,
elegance bewilders as a spell
whilst imbued in
Tuscan fuchsia flowers
plated in opalescent enamel
healing in her
sanguine sanctuary
& silvery smooth skin
she is the spirit of Aphrodite
soaked in ivory color
her tears metamorphosing
of...
ogdoads
daffodils.
Venus waltzing with Earth
zeal of unbreakable bond,
floral fragrance felicity
an ageless love tale
sweet lullaby tweets
billets-doux
texts spanning the world
bien sûr we love
extravagance in empathy
exulansis excluded eternally
hunting for heavenly harmony
swirl in seraphic space
as Dahlia sighs reach
esoteric eyes of lotus Luna
breathing silence
virtuoso ululation
for...
a friendship circle.
(alternately titled: venerated
uber transcendent state haint give me no lyft)
Ultimate mission (ofttimes possible)
closed eyed insight courtesy meditation
ideally buoys state of consciousness
to naturally induced doze zen realm
disgruntlement arises if yours truly
unaware headstrong winds overtake helm
I invariably drift into light sleep
hours later jostle awake
(analogously experience self named
compressed Rip Van Winkle syndrome)
just smidgen fifty plus shades
gray grizzle coating chin
clumsily amble toward nearest sink
splash cold water across face
apply towel - daub cheeks
various sundry mucus loosened
thick globs phlegm
subsequently, significantly, satisfactorily
expel smallish secretion
out nostrils (pressing
one damned nostril closed
expelling repeating process
other nostril cleared) Semitic nose
clean as a whistle
don glasses to espy time
digitally printed white
within rectangular panel
courtesy electricity illuminating
Verizon set top box
reckon eyes clockface reads
what the ƒ*©* in dog's name...
of Sam Hill, Judas Priest, Matthew Scott...
dadgummit yikes, the time
way past bewitching hour
relaxation cast sleeping spell,
I awoke with a start
'curse saliva drooling and curdling
chin see? ole beastie boy body (mine)
aging baby boomer codger
don't be fooled by
boyish good looks (mine)
nevertheless feral, corporeal
being somewhat refreshed
particularly quaffing
CALIFIA COLD BREW MOCHA
to smooth edges jagged grogginess
thus set self able, eager,
ready, and willing to dash off
aforementioned poem at expense
handily deferred (furloughed)
exercise ma moose hills with
two fifteen pound dumbbells
least till complete literary task
which syrup rise ending snuck up
from outer limits of twilight zone.
feathered …
moony beams daub your lips -
the irregularities
shaping little cornflower thorns
but oh, how supple the
pliant press of those luscious fruits
(savored like honey) …
I touch them delicately with the
back of my finger
then move lower to your
daintily-dimpled chin, and down …
I follow the blue beams
with my fingertips
dancing across your surfaces as
little bumps form and
your flesh jumps here-and-there
telling me I’ve found the
sweetest spots,
though I’m winding my way to
an even dearer dermis
and warmer intent …
what is the enchantment of
these moments -
this magic of moonlight that
makes me want you so?
there is a mad mystery to why such
time stops and waits for us,
and were it not for
the responsibilities of morning,
we would hold this moment forever -
painted in dreamy shafts of blue
trading touches like truths
swimming the rill of each other’s soul
and haunting a wonder-world -
whimsical, immortal
and ours …
alone.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
Happenstance?
Or perchance providence
Directs my reluctant path.
An act of folly or vision
To venture out on such a day?
The breeze, dank with autumnal chill
Sighs through the lonesome woodland trail.
Yet whispers of sweet promise
Waft gently through the bracing air
Perfumed by a daub of sweet violet scent.
Dreamy trees, ablaze with autumn's grandeur
Are roused from slumber
And undressed by the breeze,
Releasing flutters of amber,russet and gold
To richly quilt the shivering earth.
Silken brown jewels of summer's labour
Embellish the ground,
Their spiny sides split with laughter.
Such gifts to the soul,
of Wordsworthian simplicity,
Leave me enriched
By this romantic encounter
With nature.
13.02.19
'Eight Word Challenge-Bardenesque Poetry Contest-
OBLIGATORY WORDS: happenstance, perchance, folly, dank, whispers, wafting, daub, flutters
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Explain To Me
By Frank Daub
Explain to me the heavy duty of this thought:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
For no sooner do I turn
to see
the freshness of the sunlight come to play
its golden magic on the brilliance of your face.
I wonder, then, at the music of your voice
and joy to hear the softness of it.
Explain to me the heavy duty of this truth:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
You come to me,
in the morning of your youth,
while the freshness of the sunlight plays
its golden magic on the softness of your countenance.
This beauty is my sustenance.
Explain to me the lovely meaning of your eyes.
I wonder at their softness and I joy to see
The endless feeling that in their tender beauty lies.
In all this world is no more peaceful sight to me.
The endless limits of your pureness sighs
in the sky-blue meaning of your eyes.
The clouds of turmoil spread on the dank sky
cast shadows congealed in the closet of life…
dark inside for it encases the moonless winter night.
I know it’d try and try till the last star fades away
to daub opaque layers of self-defeating beliefs…
love is a volatile mirage the desertified mind follows
in vain… a folly, lesson one doesn’t learn till the heart breaks…
the silver lining of storm clouds is happenstance of illusion
for nothing shines in the dreamless night.
In the wasteland while I gather the pieces of my heart
a sparkling sapling spreads jade arms from the rocky cleft…
perchance it’s uprooted…gets dried in the arid gale of neglect
I make for it a protective niche I never knew I could…
that’s when I hear what the southern wind whispers…
you’d come wafting through the spring air…the zephyr of love.
The sapling I nursed has grown…flowers now in beguiled beauty
tinged with the colors of the sunburst dawn…life’s new day…
that’s when I see a butterfly… it flutters over the flowers,
its designed wings draped with the tapestry of love
gleaming under my cloudless cerulean seamless sky.
Written : February 7, 2019
June 6, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 6
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A self-styled you yell from hot tin roof top
Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop
You pronounce you’ll make a great name
As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim.
You say there are colors in lens of your eye
We all know it's nothing but a flat white lie
So you think you carry the gene of an artist
The concealed laughter people can’t resist.
You surmise your brush has Monet touch
But your trees are cluster of plumb crutch
Something like water in river is ink opaque
You can’t even make the semblance of fake.
When you gloat you’ve got the Picasso flair
Crude art shapes daub the pallid paint layer
Formless faces are entangled in web of cubes
As a bizarre pile of squeezed out color tubes.
September 21, 2021
Contest : Fart-tastic
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
God's lover prophet's dear friend
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Neither tell a lie nor eat prohibited
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
At the dawn standing up wanded to road
With his thousand titles praised the Lord
Saying Allah Allah, grazed camels herd
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
At his hand his baton from branch of date
At his waist his cardigan from camel hide
By his tongue never ever becomes mistake
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Wish that i would go too, Jonah the Lover says
Wish to see his face that is lovely and blessed
To the dust of his foot wish to daub my face
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Written by Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü