Long Envelope Poems
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To Luck,
Thanks for being there though you sometimes "suck".
To Hope,
Thanks for showing up when I almost gave future an envelope.
To Joy,
Thanks for your loyalty to our alloy.
To Favour,
Thanks for being my strength's saviour.
To Faith,
Thanks for appearing out of the blue when in concession tub I choose to bathe.
To Family,
Thanks for the warm space to embark on the journey.
To Friends,
Thanks for taking paths off for some crosses, making hay days and sometimes some weak-ends.
To Humanity,
Thanks for teaching me "priority".
To Life,
Thanks for the opportunity to live and die!!!!
I am but shooting star …a comet
my shimmering trail flows
over your fine line… strings
the music
of your powerful pull
like black ink ...absorbing
landing me
my heat falls on you
…and I become your corona
a fiery picnic feast lit up around your cool as mid night flesh
Tomorrow
I will awaken full bright as hearth come to life for dinner’s fixing
for you… for you
I feed your flesh
You feed my soul
and in so ...bursting forth…I feel as if I am God himself
…unleashed in love
and fully draping upon the pain of the entire world
I am ...but the desert of your dream’s feast
I am yours alone…naught but an existential dream
I am a black bird in flight...dip dancing
on the silver edge of this magnificent night
...suddenly white
Come with me into the envelope of the universe
we will fold and fold and fold again
into a being of one
and be the very vibration
of being
…the we
we are the perfect note.
I can't avert my wistful stare,
from a memento lying there.
Tears fill my eyes, and I cannot see,
my thoughts immersed in reverie.
It was nineteen hundred and sixty eight
when I saw, with her, the Violet Grape.
Psychedelic wonders, and yet,
how could the entire world forget?
Is it only me who still knows
about the band that curled the toes
of me and my angel, the wild rose?
She gave me, enclosed,
tickets for two,
saying one for me, and one for you -
we will ascend to heaven,
on concert day, October eleven.
Reminded by a purple envelope,
of a night and girl who went up in smoke,
as if they never once existed,
a strange thought to be resisted.
I can't avert my wistful stare,
from the envelope, unopened there.
Time and tides await for no one floating oceans away
a driving force generates and pushes forward
Lead my soul as it walks gently with you side by side
surrounding this mountain as your warm flames envelope embrace
Eating into the soul burning dewdrops
falling from two stars lighting crystals shine up
Gleaming chariot on fire immortal beauty sits
crowning the forever destiny sings across desert storms
Shimmering into moonbeam shadows
melting in one breathless air dazzling star light explodes
In these arms your sweet memory always lingers and holds
under a spell cast silver lining clouds warmly dreams awaken
We eat-
and we commit,
we saunter
and we feel it-
the wisdom,
the wire’s,
the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-
an envelope licked by the man they call sire...
The literal
is pitiful,
so spin the skull
and make some mold,
take a poll,
read a skull,
enter when you’re full,
ask them to list the goals-
be motion while it’s on the phone,
black people when they’re away from home
festering lingerer’s un-laid by their bones
a drink-
cheap but hits the hole’s...
A young person preen,
a peacock mean,
a regular man green,
ridiculous and obscene!
Motion of the sea,
movement of falling beans-
music in the reef.
The crescent settled
behind you, wrapped in silk night,
wearing jasmin orange behind her ears.
I wondered: if she overheard
our brewing midnight; could she tell?
From the gleaming stars in my eyes
that I’m nothing if not a sailor
lost in azure, in awe
of treasures shimmering silver.
In the heat of silence, could she hear?
The pounding, quickened steps of
spring, sprinting across time—
Frogs break free from their winter hide,
I hear blushed wings hum
impromptu tunes of perfection, and kisses
that felt like summer grass’s touch.
Sealed, in the envelope
addressed to spring when she catches up.
Two vagabonds
With a dozen of dogs
Around the half eaten bread
A boy and a girl
With the school bag and pink smile
The beggar boy and the pigeons look blank
Her boyfriend Collin
Has sent a letter that she
Cannot read with her darkness of illiteracy
Along with the letters
Send some light too in the envelope
Shabnam says
The hunger for the alphabet
The thirst for the sounds of music
All in the sparkling snow beyond their closed window
Through the window
In the thatch roof of the shanty
the moon laughs at and the rains soak the bed
The life remains a tattered shirt
The hungry stomach and empty mind keep filling
The multiple holes
We seek the buds of democracy
We stoke the fires of the wars alongside
The persona at the core of the personality
With the two hands you
Loot our flowers and the carrots
The hunger of the fists never satiates
Still we wait for the morning
Some Che Guevara will come and say
Come with me for the pigeons in the blue sky
We will recognise the wall
We will demolish the deliberate divide
A black boy will hold the hands of a white girl
The blue pigeons in every courtyard
The yellow roses without discrimination
The dreams of reading together the poetry book
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April 2, 2018
For Societal Discontent - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brendan J. Simons
Walking thru the door my heart drops,
As I see the envelope on the table.
I call out for my wife all I hear is silence.
Standing all alone tears welling,
Up in my eyes I have never felt pain,
Like this before as if a hot burning,
Poker has been thrust into my heart.
I fall to my knees crying,
Calling her name out.
Staring at the envelope who,
Is laughing in my face as my heart breaks.
The creaking of the door shuts,
As I hear foot steps coming behind me.
Then I hear her "Baby, What's wrong ?"
I look up as tears stream down my face,
Pointing at the envelope, Why??
Then I see Roses and Champagne,
She holds my face with her hands,
Kissing me softly lightly on my lips,
Holding me close,
Then looking into my eyes , she smiles,
Telling me, It's an ultrasound,
We're pregnant. We're gonna have a baby.
I lift her up hugging her never,
Wanting to let her go.
the music plays
our feet tap dance
to the rhythm we sway
ego fades in playful dalliance
lovers with hearts melded holding hands
pheromones innocently intermingling
joy throb mind cannot understand
magnetic current scintillating
we watch day shift to night
scarlet canvas in slow exhalation
no words remain to depict our delight
as ambedo trance becomes our meditation
sensory pleasure surrendered to the flow
wherein the subject and object merge
childlike exuberance in play mellow
experiences a vibrant bliss surge
simply present in the continuum
embracing and releasing each pulse
each node within form a joy sensorium
heightened rapture our being does engulf
identity vaporised we no longer weigh and size
the thinking process but a body instrument
rested since narrowness stifles surprise
celebrating life without abatement
equal in both pain and pleasure
consciousness fulcrum in the void
stagnating not yet each breath treasure
mode embrace hold release always overjoyed
Gods love inpours filling all chasms in our form
owing to simplistic erect aspect allowing
bliss currents envelope us in swarms
love and light within blossoming
moment to moment thus complete
flow through life with nonchalant ease
one with the That oneness with bliss replete
unending is celebration as the breeze does tease
08-April-2021
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper
UNDER THE CANOPY
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four eyes closed, we swallow the coniferous forest.
Love thrives in our paradisiacal protraction of rest.
Blinded to adversity, verdancy thrives in aurora splay
As our minds run into the river of sunlight to play.
We make promises — nothing sovereign outside our love.
He squeezes my hand, our engagement rings think of
Only this moment, the splendor of our crashing lips.
Our bodies envelope each other like an eclipse.
The force of nature — the arcadian elixir, its bliss.
I shall nevermore forget the chill of reminisce.
4/10/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One