Long Doubloon Poems
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As twilight's shifting shadows slowly merge,
Dusk extinguishes all lingering light.
And a sky full of twinkling stars crowns Night,
as the blackness of space and time converge.
Indigo skies morph into ebony
while a scarlet sun bleeds on snow-capped rocks.
And though time's tethered to impatient clocks,
it stops; to behold Earth's transcendency.
A curtain of ghostly fog starts to form,
shrouding reality in misty white.
And darkness descends, as eagles take flight,
soaring over the land; Night will transform.
Silence rebuffs the creatures of the dark,
scurrying from the light of a full moon.
And Luna rises like a gold doubloon
above a gnarled old oak; gilding its bark.
Favorite Carolyn Devonshire Poem
History Rising from the Sea
Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth century artifact
By ancestors hewn
Earth's history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions
Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones,
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan
Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher's hand
I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find
When ancient civilations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here
For from a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I'll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay
Caroline and I shared of love of water - she the ocean and I lakes and Puget Sound. Her poems flow like tides - effortlessly - with bits of wisdom scattered like treasures of seashells or driftwood found on the beach. This poem speaks of our mutual love of beachcombing for treasures and the pondering of history brought to mind by life's flotsam.
The poem below represents my tribute to Carolyn.
Girl on a Dolphin
Stargazing ocean pixie
Rides the playful weathered waves
To surf the ocean tides
With laughing dolphins
Leaps to catch Delphinus
Starfarer in a star bound chrysalis
To ride this five star celestial constellation
On heaven sent lapis astral waters
Wearing moonstones like Apollo’s poetry
Where starry Aquila flies to Lyra’s music.
Salt spattered waves only gaze
At a girl – eternal sea sprite –
That sits atop a stellar dolphin
And feels the shell torn loss
Of feet that danced through tidal pools,
Delight and awe surging through her signature,
As time bound day searches midnight legends
To align in twinkling sidereal day –
A quest for remnant memories in verses
Of a star born spirit – girl riding on a dolphin.
For Carolyn
8-19-21
Contest: Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry – Not a Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
The constellation Delphinus is made up of five stars and can be seen between the constellations of Aquila, the Eagle, and Lyra, the Lyre. It is named for two Greek legends based on dolphins one of which tells of Apollo setting a dolphin in the sky in gratitude for saving the Greek poet Arion. Apollo is the god of music and poetry.
Oh enigma ...
Endless hours of twilight-daubed magic -
Enchanting walks 'side a moon-splattered sea,
Alight with silver doubloon wave-tops that mock the starry vault,
Toes pressed to the cool, pearly-soft hem of sand,
Imparting each other our deepest notions and dearest aims.
Then ... made a joke to your friends,
Grand laughs over drinks.
Oh paradox ...
Countless midday meadows, abounding -
Hazy summer days where tall goldenrod and foxglove
Curtsied the breeze above our bare backsides,
As if in honor of the sublime, tender, soul-sharing love we made
In the sweet, supple grasses that wove our blanket ...
Hot, breathy moans lost to the buzz of honeybees and hoppers.
Then ... made but a farce in passing,
A casual remark twisted for the sake of giggles.
Oh ambiguity ...
All those preciously amazing romantic escapades -
Priceless moments rare and real, that so few ever get to know ...
Made but fodder for your careless ego ... and I your fool.
Worst of all? I would do it ALL ... again.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Polarities And Paradoxes" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Hold me in your heart,
when the morning starts to glow,
when the soft winds begin to flow,
between you and me, my sweet beau,
to and fro, and fro, like an echo.
Hold me tight once again,
when our stars drift far apart;
breaking what binds us heart-to-heart,
when we must go far away and depart,
to make amends, back with a fresh start.
Your laugh is like a doubloon,
a gift of gold, a little tune,
turning a drab, rainy afternoon,
into a swooning croon, a balloon,
replaying our much loved honeymoon.
So hold me in your heart,
where the sweetest dreams belong;
where our every word becomes a song;
so true, so deeply, ever so strong,
that nothing can ever ever go wrong.
Hold me like a gleaming star
showing everyone who we are—
true blue lovers, near and far,
softly strumming the one guitar,
singing karaoke, like a mega-star.
How did a decent lady like me end up here, anyway?
The only girl aboard a ship of unsavory men.
The last thing I remember was sipping a glass of wine in a tavern.
Then, when I awoke, I was at sea,
on a vessel, and surrounded by pirates.
Shanghai'd, I think they call it.
For what purpose, I do not even want to think about.
However, I found that out rather quickly.
Then, I learned something else.
A sharp cutlass and a loaded pistol are a girl's best friend.
I am hardly the damsel in distress, for I can take care of myself.
There is one thing on board this ship
that I do not mind thinking about.
The captain, or so he calls himself.
My gaze often finds him, though his never finds me.
Only when he is giving me orders.
I have been entrusted with the helm of this vessel.
While he stares off into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.
Perhaps, planning our next heading.
The seas are strangely calm at the end of this day.
The sun is half way sunken below the horizon,
making the usual aqua-blue waters glow a golden-orange.
I stare into the dark eyes of my pirate captain,
they reflect the sunset, and shine like the gold of a doubloon.
His eyes are a lost treasure that I hope will find me.
I would trade all of the hidden treasures in the seven seas,
just for one look of those eyes.
Rubies, rare pearls, sapphires,
even gold cannot entice me more.
I leave the ship's wheel to make my way
down the wooden steps to the empty deck.
And, I ask him if he has our next route mapped out.
The captain leans against the ship's rails,
looking down as if contemplating.
He slowly turns his head,
and looks up at me with those enchanting eyes.
Then, he gives me that mischievous half-smile....
A setting sun inks purple mountain peaks,
painting frescoes on slopes of sullied snow.
And smearing scarlet in blotches and streaks,
its art surpasses Michelangelo.
Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes,
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And when Night gets as quiet as it gets,
ebony extinguishes Dusk's last light.
Crimson and cerise color carmine skies,
as Sol's chariot gilds the edge of Night.
And trillions of stars materialize,
twinkling overhead like jewels of light.
And in the heavens hangs a beaming moon,
light pooling around it, like liquid gold.
For glowing as bright as a gold doubloon,
Luna's face is a wonder to behold.
Dawn dissolves the ebony face of Night,
diluting darkness right before my eyes.
And coloring the horizon with light;
a soft pink glow; adds a blush to the skies.
Sol rises, like a shiny gold doubloon
out of a sea of crimson and scarlet.
And a delicate gold filigree Moon,
fades in the skies, like a has-been starlet.
Tweeting and serenading the sunrise,
Songbirds welcome the warm rays of the Sun.
And deep within my heart, I do likewise,
for the start of a new day has begun.
And Nature tugs on the strings of my soul:
plucking the chords that leave me feeling whole.
"Dammit - I take your advice seriously!" Puggily said,
Squeezing as much water as she could from her tiny red pinafore,
(Looking rather embarrassed and dejected).
Twinkles, her prettisome guru, still could not speak a word,
As he/she, (gurus are asexual, you see), rolled on the grass, laughing -
'Laughing' being an understatement - clutching his/her stomach in hilarity ...
"Oh, gosh, my ribbies are gonna split!!" roared Twinkles, "Make it stop!"
But Puggily was not amused, her furrowed brow deepening ...
"I do NOT see the humor in this situation!" she said, shivering in the breeze,
(Smidgets are small, impish creatures, but they have a fierce sense of pride) ...
"Your wings are stuck together!" Twinkles roared, now turning red,
Puggily spinning on her toes, doing her best to dry out ...
She was also turning rather crimson, though for different reasons,
Her anger rising, along with chilly bumps on her skin.
"You might toss me a towel!" she cried, but Twinkles was lost to laughter,
Rolling and giggling, trying desperately to catch his/her breath.
The guffaws continued on for a good twenty minutes, then started to relent,
At which point Puggily had partially dried her diaphanous wings.
But when she tried to use them they just made a wet raspberry sound,
And this, of course, set Twinkles to laughing hysterically again ...
"Great Floppy's Flidgeon! You sound like a fart!!" Twinkles howled.
Well, poor Puggily had had about enough, and turned to leave ...
"Our hour is UP!" she yelled back over her shoulder, tossing a doubloon.
Normally she'd just fly off, but her wings were still too sodden,
And she wasn't about to make any more raspberries for Twinkles' amusement.
"It's just a saying ... a colloquialism!" Twinkles forced, between gasps ...
He/she never thought she'd take him/her seriously, you see.
As she disappeared into the purple mushroom forest, Puggily yelled back,
"Well, the same to YOU, then - go jump in the lake!!"
She strained to hear a splash,
But the only sound was Twinkles ...
Roaring with laughter.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Smidget Puggily And Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
Core of ancient planets where the outback grows a-wild;
Wind atop the atoll high, hearken to thy child!
Desert flower, where is love? Where is grace for me?
Someone get me God above! Fate and fancy-free!
Railing tyrant, city old, absinthe in a glass.
Green fluid, ignited cube, sugar, sassafras.
Vision sacred, mystery. Harvest season: when?
Weathervane, thy melody! Here and now, I ken!
Yellow eyes, meat eater face. Bottom of ravine
Dreams upset in carapace! Meltdown in machine!
Snapping turtle empire old, what ought we deter?
Clutching fingers, fear the cold! Ornithopters, whir!
End Times, play thy bitter chimes? Twilight of the gods?
O gold doubloon! Commit crimes! Nuclear wrath, rods!
Better still to live than die? What a bother bad!
Barbarian, loose thy cry! That will make them mad!
Volcano in crater form? Not since time began.
O hot lava, keep them warm! Flow and outward fan!
Eagle o'er battalions fly! Safeguard, noble birds!
Gods of death are looking sly! Quarter them in thirds!
Unidentifiable? Alphabet a-last?
Hail, Zeta Reticuli! Hang the foe from mast!
O singularities, smile! North and South, free break!
Think on this a little while: vampires dread the stake...
A flaming red moon rolls across the beautiful hills, gently bouncing like a vast balloon reminding us that the harvest is plenty and October will soon shine like a gold doubloon. The Harvest moon arrives, booming softly through the heavens, like the echo of a great bassoon.
The earth replies all night, with a drum,
It is time to give thanks for the things we have, whether its abundant crops or other blessings. It's a time of plenty, of gratitude, of sharing our abundance with those less fortunate.
Listen to the beat of the drum
Some of us set up our Altars to honor the seasons of our lives
some of us bake bread and share peace with one another every chance
we get.
Let us enjoy the Autumn moon together this year,