Long Descry Poems
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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance the dreams that fantasy embraces
while ocean sprays of yesterdays reveal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells of shattered shells drift soaring seagulls’ screams –
the beauty wends but never ends, or so it surely seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
her spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded seamen scan the dimple-dappled moon,
a brace of surly Sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside in ebbing tides, then all begins anew.
Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright,
paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow.
The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow
of the stripped deciduous trees upright,
dancing to the swan song of winter white.
Decay disguises revival, they know.
Spring returns with spur of resurgent show,
in tawny trees new leaves sprout in delight.
Storm of gloom wrecks my heart, turns it bare tree.
Dismal dusk descends with the sunset sky,
remembers the sun sinks to again rise.
I will wait for my spring to revive me.
From distress dust Phoenix’s rise, I’ll descry
at dawn of renascence with no surprise.
Little star a favor I ask
It's not too difficult a task
Would you twinkle in her bedroom's view
And get her focus fixed on you?
Then blink a message in morse code
Through dots and dashes craft an ode
Tell her I miss her very much
And in the softest kind of touch
Ask her if she misses me
Just catch her eye and you will see
The answer there, she's not of words
Her actions speak, that's how she's heard
And when her answer you then know
Your job is done and you can go
I'll be looking at the sky
Until your twinkle I descry
Now if she misses me is true
Then blink the fact in starlight blue
But tell me first
If your heart she pulled
She can do that
She's so beautiful
And what you thought
When you first saw
If you, like me
Just stood in awe
When she caught your eye
If she made you melt
When she caught mine
That's what I felt
If the answer's no, then blink in white
And I will stay up all the night
I'll ask you to my heart nourish
Then on you I will make a wish
My wish and dream will then concur
And forever twinkle over her
The apple blossom blooms in May:
that's when I first said, with a sigh,
"I love you, but I don't know why."
Each seed its season, dog its day,
the law of life from up on high.
The apple blossom blooms in May.
I know you'd thank me not to say,
with trembling hand and burning eye,
"I love you," - but I don't know why.
Though Spring is now a year away,
I long to see those long months fly,
till apple blossom blooms in May.
I can't say why I feel this way,
no reason see, or sense descry:
I love you, but I don't know why.
I don't know why the petals fly,
or why, though it's ordained to die,
the apple blossom blooms in May.
I love you, but I don't know why.
On a lowland moor, waved a sea of green
Pastoral gardens, peaceful and serene
Ocher blossoms, kissed by the sun
were posing for a painting I 'd begun
In this placid glen, nature's beauty reigned
Captured with brush before sunlight waned
Cornwall's grey sentinels rose to the sky
Granite cliffs worthy for artists to descry
I scaled a mountain to glimpse the sea
Humility washed in waves over me
Fingers of foam fondled the sandy shore
T'is a regal place I'll visit once more
In the valley my canvas came alive
Nature's beauty, my eyes did not deprive
Filled with regret when dusk stole my light
I painted from memory, into the night
I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE
Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?
Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,
my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon,
my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you.
Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands
seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but
droplets of August rain run fast above my head.
The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear
t'was the songs we sang second week of February
honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint.
Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry
where there catena of reactions descry revealing we...
Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home,
my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon.
Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust,
the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom,
as we daily counteract two strategic villains:
the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance.
Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls.
Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal.
I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone
My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts!
but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most.
I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart
that fate acted so long in keeping us apart?
Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us
to rightly spell the language of love...
The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished,
sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings
as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis
to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..."
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EPIC ---ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name -- SKAT A
~7th Place~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
10:59am, July 24, 2015
QUENCHING THIRST
Rain stops and Sun shines, breeze blows.
Rows of trees swing reckless branches.
Bunches of flowers getting dry.
Descry one rain drop on a bud.
Bird tries to put its beak to dip,
sips the drop quenching thirst in full.
Cool is climate, clear cloudless sky.
High up flies bird, cannot refrain.
11/22/18
Note. The last word of each line rhymes with the first word of next line. Last word of last line rhymes with first word of first line.
'Best Free Verse Poem, Nov. 2018' Contest by Laura Loo
Alongside me in rain and shine
she walks her life on her own terms,
setting the course on the pathway she likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, she may descry
break the fence of her protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice her persona.
She doesn’t ever care to respond.
In our passionate journey together for so many years
I’ve felt in her heart sunk in the quicksand of time,
emotions rise from the dormant fervor’s cauldron.
The good done to her she can’t acknowledge loud,
but the buds of love blossoming within,
she keeps under protective shroud.
Mellow sensitivity soaks all her inarticulate feelings,
she is overwhelmed beyond measure,
but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, she absorbs pain and joy silently,
content with little and whatever I give as caring gesture.
She hasn’t given me even a flower as a token of love,
but I always adore her as a blooming rose I have.
Shimmering was the air nearby, I know a man who did such descry..'
To point it out after a space.' before he could; things changed apace,
Compressed..? this glistening..' the air more 'white'..?
Then in a twisting flow, of a flood..? it did alight..!
The appearance was liquid, filled with shining bright,
'Alive to forever' such an arresting sight.'
It chose the hood upon to fall, like water on tin; its noise withal.'
Displaced the metal, this liquid light, flying forward speed of sight..'
His passenger was of many years, from testing times of strength and fears
An atheist, he knows this well.. He gazed transfixed; to times shrink & swell..'
He wondered did she see or know. but He could not turn from what was so..!
A ripple began from the hood fore, ran to the edge. Then up into air till 'twas no more.'
Still stunned,from out the corner of his eye, he saw his aunts face heard her low cry she said .'did something hit the car at all? yet no one was near, and he thought no earthly thing by did fall..
He wonders still did she see light as well, or only hear & if she did will she then tell.?
Her years are 90 she was sitting bent low, it only fell when He intended to show.'
He keeps his silence..' yet should he ask.? she is old and frail it would be a task
To her son he spoke, he said 3 times I've asked she's vague, she thinks there was something, then says she's not sure..'
It may be to much for her, let things stay this way..'
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!