Long Eagles Poems
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bow riding
Dall's porpoises play
sea otters, orcas
and bald eagles
every day
herding salmon
otter find another boat
and some porpoise
otter love you more
like I did in Alaska
otter mend this net
love slips through
reel it in carefully
and stack it meticulously
(setting it should
never ensue disaster)
a listless drifter
I have been
tempting storms
and rocky shores
otter live this life on porpoise
like I did then
choose a destination
sail to better shores (oh, give me a home
where the sea otters roam
and the bow riding
Dall's porpoises play)
otter love you more
like I did in Alaska
There is a magic place not far away
where flying dreams take off - they rise to soar
above the tree line where the eagles play
and teach their offspring what their wings are for.
There is a roaring fire within your eyes
that warms the soul with creativity.
Drink deeply of those sights that mesmerize,
and paint impressions of each memory.
There is a firmament within your heart
of stars as yet unnamed. They shine their light
upon each path your future holds. So start
by seeking out those stars when comes the night.
Dear child, imagination is your flight -
with dreams your wings, and stars your guiding light.
written 29 July 2021
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
She's soft and gentle as a summer breeze,
Velvet skin a tawny hue.
Her silken hair is lustrous, long.
Her eyes are navy blue.
She smells of wild spring flowers,
No matter what the season.
Her touch is warm and has the power,
To make a man lose reason.
She makes her home where eagles nest,
In lofty mountain peaks;
And sometimes in the meadows,
Or by lazy little creeks.
You can hear her laughter,
In the rain drops as they fall,
And in the cool of evening mist,
You can sometimes hear her call,
"Come walk with me in moonlight.
Stroll by my side my child.
I'll show you sights you've longed to see.
Stay with me awhile."
"I can be friend or foe to you.
Fight me and you'll see;
But walk with me, be one with me,
And become as old as me."
My breath once scattered seeds of dandelions.
I stared in moments lost to grains of sand.
Walked among the nighttime stars in wonder;
Held golden leaves within my youthful hand.
Watched a shoestring dangle through the wide eyes of a kitten.
So much older then was I, my life unwritten.
I touched an eagles’ feather, wondered why or whether,
Others felt such wonder in their heart.
Cold handlebars of bikes and dust or rust the likes of which
Were Layered on much older things than I.
I watched a paper airplane fly, a barrel burning in the yard,
Ate fruit right off a growing tree, and found it’s not so hard
To wonder what it means to be. Life is still like that for me,
Filled with mighty miracles I wish each heart could see.
mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
who's favorite sons held knives
knife, wire ... tic tac ..
mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
but the landlords came with their good intentions
and let the eagles get in
... even child knows what happens when you let the eagle get in
white eagle
tic tac ... wire, knife
mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
yet despite Geneva terms
they proclaimed what happened 20 years ago as mislead estimation
leaving us behind, unendingly hemorrhaging
knife, wire ... vukovar, srebrenica
how many of them are still out there
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Narcissus woos a butterfly; waves strong,
Genteel stages filled pages; memoirs sound,
Earth graces life faces, pleased heaven bound,
Wrens and bluejays consonance their birdsong.
Lively swamplands prep and hopped air aloft,
Rising field beds here bells spread Heather mound,
Climbed rose still impose fragrance all around,
Dragon fly whiz bye, hunt or naught so oft,
Dogs yapping; cats hissing; a bit delayed,
Gardenia's much scents nice touch unwound,
Wintry Holly, cool Heartsease, best are found,
Ants are sprinting up an anthill; dismayed,
Mountain rams straddle rock hills, not fall down,
Forget Me Nots in flower pots, e'er crowned,
Baby Breaths pleased nearby Sweet Peas, basks ground,
Beavers build damns, scrams, otters like a clown,
Eagles and hawks birds like rocks, circling sky,
Morning Glories backed stories bloom foreground,
Lilacs possess purple hilltop spellbound,
Antelopes will elope grass field is nigh,
The desert, plains, steppes, mountains, and jungles,
Lily pad ponds, chartreuse fronds, all year round,
Daffodils glow star; crowd-pleaser astound,
Rural, suburbs, cities, the Earth humbles.
2022 August 07
*2nd Place*
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form
~~Constance La France: Judged 2022 September 01
*Enclosed Rhyme
Let the rain kiss you;
Let the early morning dew fall on you;
Let the sun embrace you;
Let it rise and give you a brightest day;
I am come to mind;
This is the time, to rejoice in it;
I have been reminded that God has plan this;
And His promises are...
To
Let the rain kiss you;
Let the trees clean the air that you breathe;
Let the rocks hold you as you walk on waters at ease;
I am delighted that the rainbow is God's promise;
That He won't destroy the world that way;
With water again running a away water rising, rising high...
Let the eagle fly, soar high and higher toward the skies;
Let the squirrels play running up and down the trees always;
The flowers grow you pick them take them in you smell them;
Aroma so inviting thank you God. . .
for...
letting the rain kiss me as you surround me in beautiful;
I am delighted that the rainbow is God's promise;
Thank you God for letting the trees clean the air, (that I breathe)
Thank you Father for the eagles flying, soaring high in the skies;
Thank you God for the flowers you've given me;
Thank you Father for the rainbow, for the promise;
That you've given me. . Halleluiah
Praise you Father I am here on my bended knees;
And I thank you for... letting
letting Oh Lord..
Let the rain kiss you;
Let the early morning follow you;
Let the rain kiss you;
And wash you up with the dew;
Let the rain kiss you
07/11/1974
written by James Edward Lee
(from the James E Lee 1974 demo cassette/LP "The World Will End Tomorrow" 1974(c)
Quaker reformed as a Diamond of Chicago
Don Juan Uncle of The teal shadow
Knighted by eagles wings I bow low to the Lord of Hosts
Ancient of days you anointed my head poured out visions into my dreams
Wavy mint tea with splinters of chocolate
Softly I praise getting louder more bold to declare My King of Kings the Lord of Lord
A seed so small it became a giant tree in my heart
Soaking in the crimson blood of Jesus soaring my trust in Your Love
My God is my best friend he saved my heart so much
Kami I pray you give your heart to the Lord Jesus
Love lights up my eyes
Lord Jesus you filled me with such peace
Emerald and Purple skies throne of God high above
Jesus lives in my heart I pray for Kamca she turns to you Jesus
Only she can trust in you Lord all I can do is be myself and pray to you Lord Jesus
Opium of the masses he called it more like an easy yoke
We need only trust in Jesus he has done it all for us
I bow low to you Jesus my best friend
My trust in you is complete I can not make others believe and trust
My only wish is more will trust in You Jesus
Please Keep them all in your hand Lord Jesus
Thank you Nigeria, Thank you Gambia and Ghana
Thank you Israel, Gaza, Syria, Lebonon,Iran,Iraq, Thank you Countries and people of the world for teaching me to always surrender to Jesus always
"There is a sorrow on the air
I taste
but cannot name."
Nickole Brown
We are a conspiring sour in the air,
a wonder through perspiring space and time
I taste
but cannot name
and fear to swallow.
We work and flirt with homelessness
for extended family Earthlings,
street people
nestless birds
forestless bears
airless eagles
sightless patriots.
My health goal is not,
as is, perhaps, your wealth homing instinct,
to end homelessness
but to re-begin paradise,
to renew robustly loving global nests
breasts
breaths
deaths for natural spiritual causes.
Which invites cooperating ownership of sour smells
supporting personal and political authority
to raise responsible robust future history
real-time regenerators
playing WinWin eco/theological games
Cooperatively loving challenged smells of climate opportunity
and awesome weathered sights
of future Earthless risk
of stampeding homelessness
where cooperative governors dwell
within social sanctuary development
we cannot name
so fear to swallow.