Long Daylight Poems
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On those gray, cloudy, days, when fog lingers
When time slows down and thoughts bring on old tears,
Let them flow through the pen in your fingers
When suddenly, land feels empty with fears
Hold onto daylight, because it’s still there
When time slows down and thoughts bring on old tears,
Simplicity is still everywhere
The green moss shines where all the chipmunk play
Hold onto daylight, because it’s still there
The birds are singing with plenty to say
The world may be whirling, but there is peace
The green moss shines where all the chipmunk play
Right in front of you, calmness can increase
Welcome the moment, make it oh, so bright!
The world may be whirling, but there is peace
Skies gray or blue, it’s still you’re flight
On those gray, cloudy, days, when fog lingers
Welcome the moment, make it oh, so bright!
Let them flow through the pen in your fingers
Heidi Sands
10/30/21
i never dreamed i would miss
my first haven.
the dusty little room
filled with a misty smell.
windows covered with
dusty soot, outdoors a
little hell.
the abandon flats with shadowy
visitors at night. the empty liquor bottles
left covering the street.
it was a haven of being
on my own, being alone.
the ragged kids playing ball
with winos refuge from nights ago,
the shiny cadillacs parked
in front of the ragged flats.
the corner liquor store
always a busy place.
stray dogs wander
like the children,
just as stray, just as stray.
the daily belles sitting
on porches waiting for
sunset to hit.
pretty themselves up
to report to their
nightly post.
the liquor store closes
long before night.
whites might not
see daylight if the
store stays open late.
the children retreat,
the dogs stray on,
cadillacs cruise,
and the belles walk on.
and i, i got married,
we moved, i miss
delaware and poe,
just another corner of detroit.
On a cold, chilly October autumn street,
One can watch bright coloured twirling leafs,
and the prompt urban wanders who walk on them,
you’d yearn to engage with these throngs at least,
how they might unravel a facade or two in sequence,
quite often on many occasions I imagine their stories,
If I only had the gumption to speak to them,
whirl pool rain and storms indeed might be a hindrance,
wind allied to drizzle an incentive to cafe caper refuge,
a general overall dampness, wet, drizzle, grey skies,
Predictable intrusion of the normal outlet that rambling obviously is,
instant topic to dwell on covering a wide range therein,
seasons have such insole penchant for moulding outlook,
symbolism is mine to grasp and expand on foot,
pavement as a slippy shivery theatrical perilous stage,
It can be perceived as home to the shrewd adaptable speaker,
actor, actress, character, playwright,
audience,
will the earnest crisp daylight morning fall fodder dominate?
as I boldly essay an impromptu unrehearsed passage in situ,
yet silent thoughtful conversation has already composed the script
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
I sit in the warm sand and watch as the sun slides down the sky.
From bright to dark, stark to muted, bleached, coloured, black. The dark shadows marched across the beautiful landscape to destinations unknown.
The fierce glaring sun touches and finally slips below the horizon, and the world changes gear. For in the inky pools, there is movement; The furtive rustling of small creatures all around.
The burning daylight heat dissipates while the air smells hot. The stars twinkle above, the cooling night breeze sweeps passed with a calming whisper, and a scorpion scuttles noiselessly by my outstretched leg.
The night-time world is alive.
Now, the sacred land is owned by the new crew until the morning sun signals the slow reversal.
The elected Democracy.
Is a democracy obsolete? we see it trampled on by Muslims demanding the Sharia law in our streets
Democracy in the Middle East bombs
the living daylight out of the Palestinians, this so their a democracy, can reign subprime and call all they steal, cry our right to defend ourselves
in the name of a democracy, that has become a cancerous ulcer oozing blood in Gaza
if you point out that bombs perched in the USA and
Germany has killed 43 thousand innocent people. they
point out October the 7th, and Hamas behaved in a way that is for Israel's army to do daily, unashamedly call that day a Holocaust.
Some writers insanely, like Douglas Murray, blame Hamas for operating among the people, it must, they can't be in the open, bombs falling on hospitals and schools are dropped by Israel, which 76 years ago got a land and started
a killing spree that has lasted until this day
The hundred hostages in Hamas's hands are still alive. but Israel doesn't care about them, one thinks, hopes Hams will kill them and show the world how terrible Hamas is
We in Europe and the USA witness the eradication of the Palestinians, wring our hands, use lame words, but otherwise, say nothing and go about our daily business talking
about Christmas, and we do not see the irony
therefore, let's stop using the bloodsoaked verb and call it a day of FREEDOM! from tyranny
It's been raining so long
I can't remember
Where summer went
And if it was well spent
The clocks are about to be put back
For daylight saving
And the leaves dropping to the paving
Are a sign of decline
Like the hour's of day
But come what may
The rain won't stop
Despite the winter malaise
In Matt canvassed greys
That make me wish
I could hibernate till spring
Because the cold stings
Each more than the last
As I am resigned to next year
More of the same
When i am 1 year older
And worn-out grumpier
In my Christmas jumper
Stuck wet to my heart
1 year but still not gone
It can't rain all the time
But in my day's of life
It's the only thing consistent
Persistent to the point
Thought I am changing
And getting older
I walk under an umbrella
Walking on with hope in my heart
That droughts and sun burnt famine deserts
Dream of me
My simple woes of sorrow
Shadows, invisible in broad daylight
Rule our fall with a dreary evil touch
Laughing at our blinded sorrowful plight
And our gaze as we drown in life’s trench
Days on this Earth have never been rosy
Should you have thought of life as beautiful
Then your mind must have been one, so dreamy
Said they with grins on their faces – awful!
Yet, poets left their rooms to share their art
By singing verses out to the whole world
Who, calmed, let their light give them a new start
One which bid positive dawns to unfold
May peace invade the shadows’ evil show!
May winds, with fervour, over us, now blow!
21st April 2021
Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my moon bound to your services
Make me wonder how I would write
All the love-soaked words I've never said
I had questions that submerged in tides
Propelled by divine celestial waves
I forgot to savor the fragrance of lilies
That intertwine into my desolate bed stand
Perhaps you will be gulping your tea
When this letter relishes the touch
Of your frozen fingers looking for warmth
You might inhale the aroma of my love
Dripped in my waxing and waning hopes
Rosy shades of mellowed sunrise
Prompt my hopes to flutter and fly
Away to a land where you reside
I have spent last night tossing them
In solicitude of your awaited letter
My feet took a hundred strides
to the door that I opened warily
I await your reply to quench my love
I am the sun that follows her moon
Eclipsed by unending galactic cycles
Let me drape myself in your love
Let your letter wait at the corner
Until I've told you my anxiety faded away
I've been onlooking the desert roads
Oh should I merge into them in daylight
To kiss the path your letter traverses
This time I hope it remembers at last
My name and address on this frayed street
Let it bring to me your smooth embrace
The sun, exhausted of the chase for moon
Over these centuries, awaits the end of eclipse
Drenched in my fears I whisper at sunset,
"Let my love engulf me in soothing waves"
....The sun and the moon in a golden Aurora, unite,
Your letter arrives before you colored in lilac twilight.
*A tribute to the tumultuous emotions of a soldier's wife*
May 26, 2020
The Sun And The Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~~Premiere Contest Winner: 4th Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE V,any form,any theme Contest
~~Winner: First Place
Oh! Father Time, please help us to understand
Why as children we had plenty of time.
As teenagers going in to adulthood it felt like we could
Live forever.
We didn't have a clue.
That as we got older our days would fly by so much
Faster.
Your the one who controls how much sand
Flows through the hour glass on command.
Daylight savings time was to give us that extra hour
At the end of the day.
When we went back to regular time
Time still slipped through our fingers
Which your telling us you can't undo.
What there's no replay!
The turth is we're only here for a short while before
We're taken to another rendezvous.
Your saying the best advice you can give
To us Is don't wish our life away
Enjoy each and every day.
There is no rain check or I.O.U.
Be that special person
There doesn't have to be a reason.
Show your family you care,
Let them know you did hear
And how much you held life dear.
Oh! Father Time, please help our children as they travel
Through time to realize that everyone is prey
To the sand as it flows.