Long Emory Poems
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Dusk falls early, the sky is painted in hues of grey,
Echoes of flute music hovers over leaf bare lanes,
Crisp air carries old separation songs and new quiet hope,
Each breath a frost-soft whisper by the window pane.
Memory seems to glide gently where the candles burn low,
Branches of trees seek help from heavens by stretching their arms towards the sky,
Easing of burdens we cannot undo or remake,
Rooted in faith like seeds beneath the cold ground lie.
Drift of snow-dust promises that beneath the hard earth
Awake the green, the unseen, the tender shoot of spring.
Yearning for rebirth, we stand in the stillness of time,
Surrendering what we cannot change, embracing what will bring.
A,wake my beauty, raise your single sail
L,et's leave the comfort of your harbor
L,eave behind your worries as well
O,verboard lies the sea of dreams
W,here time can stand forever still
Y,ou say that time has escaped you
O,n route to finding yourself
U,nder a blanket of misery
R,etaining the pain as well
S,ecure your right for passage
O,n the sea that never ends
U,nder your velvet blanket
L,ies the key to the door within
I,nhale the loving aroma
T,hat enchant the dreamer's realm
S,o don't fall victim to the dreamer's hell
F,ind the love you had as a child
R,ewind those forgotten years
E,vade the pain of misery
E,mbrace your life With cheer
D,own the sea of dreams
O,n a boat made from hope's loving grasp
M,emory of your voyage will always be that
R.K.H
10/13/2021
M-emory of the past
I-s coming back to the mind;
L-et it return to bring
D-elight that you can find.
R-emember the old moment
E-ven if it's a long time ago;
D-eny not its sweetness that makes a brighter tomorrow.
G-ate's key of yesteryears
U-nlocks the door of the future;
T-wenty-sixth day of June
I-s opening the perfect picture.
E-arly in the morning,
R-eminisce the ancient reality;
R-ecollect the message of truth,
E-nlighten the darkness
Z-ealously.
A-llow the days of old to replay,
R-ewinding the recorded rhyme;
E-ndless repetition of love
L-ongs to turn back the time.
L-earn to appreciate the beauty
A-nd tenderness that had passed;
N-ever be too unmindful
O-f the memory of the past.
At the end of the night,
you walked her up to the door in the light.
What you expected next would be a delight.
You did not get that goodnight kiss.
Your girl discovered there was something amiss.
While you waited for a hug and a squeeze,
she told you she could not find her keys.
Standing there alone was certainly a drag
as she searched frantically through her bag.
She pulled out:
Lipstick
Eyebrow pencil.
Nail clippers
Chewing gum.
Peppermint candy.
Emory boards
Hand lotion
Nail polish
Mouthwash
Aspirin
Cotton balls
Paper clips
Pens
Pencils
Notepads
Earrings
Pennies
Nickels
Dimes
Razor blades
Shoelaces
Mirrors
Sewing needles
Spools of thread
Combs
Brushes
Cell phones
But she could not find her keys!
This evening turned out to be a fright.
There was nothing to do except say good night!
Based on the hit song of yesteryear "She Can't Find Her Keys" by Paul Petersen
Passionate moments filled
with zeal and zest as i gathered
thoughout babbling brooks tainted
an yet brillantly carved from a sudden
interruption of unguided cognitive skills
completely noted as french karma
binded with crued wrath unseen
gripping racing thoughts tinged
with a sensual sadness i'd become to know
very well while quiet times beckons
my inspirational soul casting a beacon light
of faint hues glorious to greet beyond
a calm walk way covered in a quiant emory
of a soft garden full of greenary
a shivering ivy conceal the sorted bliss
that quiets the empty mind between
universal meetings above the hidden stars
reaching the gravity under a rushing spring
sheer wetness bursting from a mist of lost clouds
Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
It likes the dry
air of our home, needs water
once a week at most and seems
meditative and active, both. While away
I rediscovered my love of agaves -
sotol and century
plant - met Mortonia and became
reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus
drupe which makes traveling the long horizon
of the desert uplands endurable.
Live oaks - emory,
wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced
giving ground to mesquite only on the sere
sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses,
spikelets, florets, awns but grasses
remain a mystery
their microscopic parts. This year
I'll study, give them serious thought before
our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one
bird I could be certain about. Sunsets
made me sorry
the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes
flowered before we left and that made up
for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus.
Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress
the canyon canopy
watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs
limestone formations predating our arrival by
ten million years of weather. Newspapers
kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet
the end of history
and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens
who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew,
not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons
walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,
our miniature juniper.
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.