Long Daylight Poems
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The sky, so overwhelming..
it simply beckons,
grabs you..draws
you to its changing colors..
The sky shifts with the sun,
that skims across like a Winter
of Alaskan full moons
in the twilight of my life.
The sky tosses the fires
into edges; strokes the tips,
the belly, the limbs of the trees..
my spirit takes the trees' shape
as it extends my arms upward,
to feel the dusky peach-salmon
tints at the root of a soft cool night;
after deep butter yellows
have pressed this sky,
and the daylight had dressed
the plowed earth in iridescence,
as I, like the honorable trees,
stay rooted in Nature's soil.
The night will descend
with its violet-onyx hues;
the sterling silver stars,
the multi-rose tinctures
of man-made light will emerge.
My silhouette, with the trees',
will disappear, slip into the dark.
The sleepy begonias undulating slightly so undisturbed
leaned forward to encourage and wish me good fortune,
while the apricot trees spread around their strong aroma,
a dazzling daylight was rising from the majestic mount;
a soft voice rose from the next room, it was mamma
calling me: I sprung from my bed in disorder without
feeling grumpy, the alarm playing Mozart's sonata failed:
pants and sweater were neatly ironed to enhance my figure!
Saddened neighbors waited outside with teary and sad eyes,
hugs were exchanged, my goodbye was intensely bitter and bleak;
Lucy, the girl next door, came running and embraced me twice,
" When you arrive in America, write me. I nodded, unable to speak.
The Autmn's shadows persisted, fighting the invading light with clouds;
each face I stared at reflected the profound sadness that stirred inside!
I glanced at the calendar: September 11, 1966 the day of departure,
fate set that date with my approval embarking me on that journey
to far America: stripping me of childhood's joys with little reward.
I departed from the house of my ancestors: a sturdy medieval castle
built for a price who rode horses through forests with echoing sound:
his name was never revealed, its a story dramatized with mystery.
~ Day and night have doors between different realities ~ quote by poet
Children are an infinite
source of wonder and w h i m s y
R e v e r i e has the ability to let thoughts fly
a balance between illusion and reality
The time from the light goes out in the evening
until morning dawns
The darkness is experienced
dramatic and frightening
The ceiling lamp transforms into an evil bat
Mysterious shadows behind the curtain come alive
Scary creatures, sharp teeth and magic
Even under the covers
he caught quick glimpses of the monster
The dangers of darkness
defeats of trolls and dragons
Between sleep and wakefulness a h a l l u c i n a t i o n
A d r e a m can play tricks on us
camouflages itself as a chameleon
V i s u a l i z a t i o n may not have
the words to express feelings
but awakens the child's curiosity
and challenges the i m a g i n a t i o n
When the sun hits the window pane in the morning
(with eyes of fear)
... scary trolls, doubtful in daylight
SEVEN - STAR
Stars! Stars! Stars!
Billions of stars in millions of Galaxies.
to descry.
We live in starry world
revealing itself at night
by mirth
and hiding under daylight:
The light emitted by the STAR SUN
closest to Earth.
So many Constellations of stars at night sky
as viewed from Earth.
Amazing, wonderful Cosmic Exhibition!
Ursha Constellation of ‘Seven Stars’ to allure
me
with brightest pole Star – Polaris or Cynosure.
Me being a part of Starry Empire
got inspired by whelming word ‘STAR’,
I chose three syllables ‘Seven-Star’
to attach to my good name on attraction of fame.
Come to me: All are welcome.
Please have breakfast, sumptuous-delicious.
Appreciate and admire brunch or lunch!
Or dine fine on your choice to rejoice.
Enjoy Jazz Concert with jubilant Rock star.
I am inviting you all!
Me, the 'Cynosure Regency Seven-Star.'
11/10/20
Third Place
'There is a star with my name on it ' Contest by Silent One
[As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true ~Mystic Rose Rose]
Daylight fades over the glade, as the moon tenderly tucks in the sun,
replete with the fullness of fodder and the fatigue of a
day hard won
Our blue beauty finds a soft place for her weary soul and fragile wings to land,
she falls asleep to the melodies and music of the Moonlight Nature Band
In memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE" stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue, I spew the NY crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want him to die
What a day to trade -- a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, sweet life - taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!
Bullets left and right
Who's policing the police
What happened to mind our business?
Moneymaker refused to be singled out
A hurting voice tackled by racism
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinkers demand the ground, shutting down his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go?
No one to tap him out, pound the pavement!
What the hell, why are you just standing there???
Stress, anger, madness, the voice of innocence
"I can't breathe." the volume to valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper-sprayed, now on the ground
The mother of all chokeholds, murdered, outnumbered
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"
- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the awe, the hate,
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a chokehold
Slamming his head on the floor
Open wounds, worldwide tears
My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a safer world, where racial discrimination doesn't exist
"I can't breathe," Eric Garner Rest in peace!
By: PD
MY MAN
My man,now, I will close my starry eyes.
Catch... As I'll held my hand to yours.
Quench my emptiness with your heart.
Each heartbeat may it etch, no depart...
My man, oh how I long to be like this,
All of a sudden, summer and winter collide.
Bringing autumn and spring in one
be nearer. nearer... nearer as you please.
My man, you and me in bone-melting bliss
Stars whisper bright of blooming love kiss
Next to God, you're my fortress, my air, my life
From darkness thorns to daylight rose, no strife
My man, hold on, cling tight. Never forgo.
Together, we can soar like pigeon's flights..
(c) OLive ELoisa
11:50am
August 14, 2014
**** Got inspired with Tim Smith's poem: GIRL.. :)
Thanks Tim for the inspiration..:} http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?
ID=41165
They came upon us in the light of day.
No weapons did they need, for dark of night
is what they brought. We still don’t know the way
they darkened all our skies. . . in broad daylight!
And after that, there came an awful blight.
All plants got a disease that turned them brown.
Plants are now just something from a longed-for past.
We feel sun's warmth, but in everlasting darkenss we drown.
We’ve raided grocery stores; food dwindled very fast,
and just how long can candles and simple flashlights last?
Some say the creatures came from under the ground,
while oithers say they came from outer space.
Large groups of us they never come around,
yet humankind has not been hard for them to erase.
Our friends are dying. Death abides in every place.
Sometimes my starving tribe would smell something cooking.
Had one of us been finding animals to eat?
Some of us had candles; we went looking.
Our search brought us the horror of ultimate defeat.
Another group of people had consumed our friends as meat!
The alien-like creatures knew us very well.
Cannibalism (not by the creatures) is what this all came to.
Such is the curse that upon us all befell.
Sick from filthy water, we’re down to just a few.
I leave this record of the dark deeds we’ve been brought to do.
(English Quintain allows ababb rhyme with no set number of syllables per line)
May 8, 2021
for Funom Makama's A Poem Of Horror Poetry Contest
Chose Title is #2: Curse From Darkness
The fog murks its way in front of me
daylight fades into a lurid glow.
I drift loose as stones lost in my mind
hanging on to sanity by a fragile thread.
There’s a hunger within me that won’t abate
to fix my personal planet to a fiery star,
ride its path around the universe
along with other constellations
lighting luminous lamps burning the darkness.
Through an astrological lens, I pierce
the sliver of a half-moon gleaming beside my star
prods me to relinquish a pervasive sense
of hopelessness creeping into deep pools
of sadness, losing myself totally
and I am left with nothing
but a mere whisper of dust.
I latch on instead to the tail of a comet
hoping to land myself into a glorious sunset
but it speeds us through space
plunging me on a downward spiral
toward a stygian oblivion.
@jjote 022121
"My soul ceases to stroll ~
in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters,
whose paper sun
has never surfed to your seabeds..."
~ quote by the poet.
Say, I'll be the saviour-spell
...for your champagne stars, sinking
in eyes eclipsed by cupid
where orphans of daylight, dwell
when I am nothing... but pain
a puppet princess, dethroned
I dream to be your heartbeat
...pearled in peace periwinkles
when poetry is Psyche
...freckled in my fogged marrow
and petals fall, pulse by pulse
ink me feathered, in grape-golds
if the hydra hymns forget
to breathe my name in silence
O' love, I'll bask ~ laced with lores
healed in you...like a poem