Long Emotes Poems
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Smell of rain after a storm
With lightning, thunder, summer's warm
Water drops from skies above
Bathing all the earth thereof
And when the sun breaks through the cloud
The rays are quiet, never loud
Just like the thoughts I have for you
Silent, unobtrusive, true
Now please don't think that I'm obsessed
I just have time at my behest
And what I do with it is write
And play and plan the coming night
Where I will dream, I know I will
Of bluebirds, lilacs, from the quill
Of pens and pencils that I own
Next day flow words knitted and sewn
Into the shapes of letters and notes
Of music that itself emotes
The songs inside that must come out
Expression's what they're all about
I share them with you since I know
You like to read them all, and so
As long as you would want them to
My pen and pencil write for you
Set for life are the memories family times can engrave.
I hoped for functional behaviors our heart’s could sustain.
Racing, zoom-zoom, noises broadcast from my husband's cave
Where motorcycle races and noises always entertain.
Viewing wrestling on his bedroom TV is our offspring's fave.
He emotes enough excitement to possibly overstrain.
I nest in our living room with all edibles I might crave
And watch dramas that aid my reality escape campaign.
Apart, we watch TV warmly united in love's blessed wave.
By yelling through the house we keep togetherness in our domain.
It seems, I much prefer my dreams
though times of consequence pass fleetingly.
It seems, I know while in those very dreams
of all that passes in between.
Matching my realities to messages
left within the ‘seems’ of fear and fantasy and light
of the umbilicus cord which snaps when I’m affright.
Yes, I’d say it often seems,
I’m so a home when wrestling with my dreams.
The I sees “I” , and oft compresses screams
Munch-like in hues of blue and green
on bridges to the nowhere and in-betweens,
ear-covering, muffling, silent screams.
Mesmerized, am I, by what can be,
reality dissolves within the ever-after seams.
Clocks melt, trees morph to faces, Dali emotes
tattle-tailing signs that float on reels
in rooms off kilter, windows bricked without.
Can you hear me?
Can I hear me, shout?
I’m right here, I just asleep
Please let me out!
It's a beautiful day inside my heart
The medicine of love has healed my wounds
Where hostility used to be entombed
I've been blessed with a chance for a new start
There will always be pain but not as sharp
Just like a new babe brought forth from the womb
There's a rainbow of love helping it bloom
Compassion and mercy it will impart
New friends pop up ev'rywhere like flowers
Beaming bright smiles on their happy faces
Expressing their love for one another
Togetherness and peace holds the power
Love's sunshine has filled all the dark spaces
And emotes a feeling like no other
Italian Sonnet an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Rhyme scheme abba abba cde cde 105 words
“Does the universe really rehearse,
emotes of heart before penning love’s verse?”
~ quote by poet
It had all makings of a masterpiece,
nuanced right down to the smallest detail
but the flow of symbols brought forth no peace,
to afterglow trailing the comet’s tail,
so fake adornments needed to decrease,
else maze of metaphors would make taste stale.
Soft sounds of silence, sparking like stardust,
bypassed mind and spoke directly to heart,
etching thereon light strobes, love ousting lust,
seeing thereby patterns of old depart,
wooing the void, in time gaining its trust,
that divine consciousness, then inks its art.
How may laboured breathing weave words of love,
when all save man know, grace flows from above?
a ray of hope
stings the tale
feathers the tar of life
to grow once more
no illusion without sunshine
a prism abandoned
broken mirror of
headlights in a tunnel
canary breathing afresh
in the mines of her mind
the curtain opens again
for a round of applause
as new dawn avails
spheres of transient change
her spotlight beams
bounces its focus
examines doubts of darkness
with a critical lens
foreshadows dew drops
melts the poet
emotes waning blindness
moulds acceptance of dusk
narrates the core
performance art from the heart
a spectral kaleidoscope
with realms of intent
13th August 2021
They sifted through the red soil of the years,
Plucking at roots where the great forebears sleep;
Not merely dust, but salt from ancient tears,
In vaults where Oghene’s secrets buried deep,
They sought the tongue of the Urhobos.
The mother-tongue—a Vwre of vibrant gold,
That bound the Uvwie and the Okpe soul—
Now lies beneath the damp, colonial mold,
A broken Ivri, losing its control,
In Ughelli’s mist, oppressive, gray and cold.
A desperate hunt for Edoid embers lost,
By Inuivwi clinging to a fading grace;
They seek to mend the spirit, tempest-tossed,
And find the value of their rightful place,
But find a landscape utter double crossed
For in the throat where udi used to flow,
A jagged, coarse Pidgin now is spun;
The Emotes of the market-square, we know,
Have taught the children’s lips to skip and run
From the very gods that made the delta grow.
This coarse alloy, this Oibo-shadowed chime,
Has choked the wells where elders’ wisdom brewed;
The tongue of kings is smothered in the slime
Of vulgar slang and metaphors endued
With nothing but the wreckage of our time.
Autumn
Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.
Leaves bold
Wise, old
Winter
Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.
Lets go
New show
Spring
New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.
Face crib
Ad lib
Summer
Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.
Emotes
Devotes
Following the rhythm of the universe,
slipping into slumber, entwined with soul,
pristine presence, feeling blissful and whole,
draws into heart, a melodious verse.
Silence insulates us from thought forms terse
and within womb of space, we have no goal,
save becoming the flame, scriptures extol,
without any need for us to rehearse.
We dream poetry, in stillness of night,
imbibing gently, music of the spheres,
stored in memory, to pen down at morn,
as emotes of our soul, drenched in delight,
borne by bliss beats that ceaselessly so spears,
core of our being, with each breath reborn.
She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.
Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony! Consciously in discord,
love reminisce, arpeggio tempo,
she sits alone, remembrance, two-edged sword.
Bethought bliss, wedded they waltzed plucking notes,
of musical blues and exotic spiced scents…
their life of love evocative emotes,
she sits alone mingling blessings - repents.
Chrystal-tone melodies, bass-tone longing,
Moonlight Sonata melancholy eyes..
pain and pleasure, her reverie thronging,
she sits alone, his ghostly voice in guise.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem July-September 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Third Place ~
Contest: She Sits Alone
Sponsor: Eve Roper