Long Esthetic Poems
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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn,
Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn.
I reached a field of the kids little League.
Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue.
The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls,
At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls
At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road,
By purple flowers, a little stream flowed.
I cycled due west, for an outdoor transfusion.
Wethersfield like Brigadoon, but not an illusion.
Up its hill I pedaled, a knight on a quest,
But the statues of centaurs looked unimpressed.
Fountains flowed and flowers bloomed bright,
Well-dressed couples in the courtyards admired the sight.
More statues, eagles and children and men
Could have spent more time, but if not now, when?
I took Schaefer Road, counted side roads till the fourth.
Then zoomed on the asphalt, on Smithfield Road north.
But what goes down must go up, to switch valleys you climb,
Though conversely what ascend must descend, in time.
[chorus]
When the roads are quiet, and above hawks play.
Down I swoop, a nearsighted bird of prey.
Fields spread wide, like a golden sea,
New places to explore, calling to me.
Skipped Salisbury, entered Sharon, took highway 41.
To Amenia and Hitchcock Corners, a load of fun
Down one last hill, was it me who gave a shout?
Stood on my pedals, like a kid let out.
[end]
Back in Wassaic, out drained the ninja esthetic.
Now back to my life, but that’s not so pathetic.
Six days I work, putting food on the table.
Then I’m a weekend warrior, to ride into this fable.
Silent mundane tranquil life takes a sudden lurch.
In fervidness of Big Bang, fiery whirlwind takes birth.
Like an untamed wild deer, two souls are set on fire
In cold callous chaotic world, love tips over, lights a chandelier.
As effervescence entice blood in champagne, inhibitions sink.....
He is so irresistible, blissful, charming, safe...
She is so soft, beautiful, electric, stunning....
A plethora of adoring, love tips over profound reverence.
A constant thirst kindles the thrilling hangover
The hunger is so strong to indulge in each other.
Infected in disquietude of his air, she destroys feminine silence,
Two hearts in jukebox, love tips over esthetic resonance.
Amorousness of desire bathed pure in veneration,
No longer ashamed in vehemence of embraces.
A perpetual panorama, every minute of every day...
A restless wave tips over, touches the shore to say.....
................"I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU".............
Two stars in the night sky disappear together....
May symphony of lights play, in their tangled path forever.
9th February 2019
Theme :Free Verse on Love using given 10 words
amorousness, hunger, thirst, vehemence,
perpetual, disquietude, effervescence, fervidness
reverence and veneration
Sponsor Lu Loo
Oh paper town
Oh ghetto
Who's first lick of paint is a
crumbling off and from each wall
beside rising damp in children's
bedroom
With colourful murals and graffiti
clinging onto it's exterior mud
brick facade
An esthetic attempt to butter up
and raise the plight and spirit of
it's broken remnants
Restoring life to the residing listless
dull and sallow faces dwelling in such
grubby unlit spaces
Because where window glass once
lay and sourced light is now boarded
up by cardboard tin or wood in order
to block a draft so cold from
bellowing in
A splash and dash on the outside
to quell the qualms for if not just
a second before one steps over
the threshold
A fighting mantra stating that
even someone as lowly and
forgotten by life as i
Can even have his or her life
and name emblazoned in light's
on a wall for all the world to see
And though in reality or actual fact
it may be only seen by the poor who
reside so to in these ghetto paper
town's
As to me when i say for all the
world to see
This is in fact the world that i
reside in and so to are the people
who mean the world to me
The old saw "Go West, Young Man" is attributed to Horace Greeley,
But it was coined by a writer from a Terre Haute paper, really!
Horace was agin' westward expansion and was filled with doubt,
So in 1839 he decided to travel west to see what it was all about!
He traveled by Concord stage which was then in its Golden Age,
Crossin' desert, plain and Rockies, bravin' robbers and Osage.
On the trek esthetic Horace rubbed shoulders with pious preachers,
Gamblers, sozzled drunks, "soiled doves" and decorous teachers!
He arrived in Carson City, Nevady needin' a speedy coach to reach
Placerville, Californy where he was scheduled to give a speech.
Now drivin' the swayin' stage to Californy who would a-thunk,
That hapless Horace would be ridin' with celebrated Henry Monk!
"Hang on, Mister Greeley. I'll git you thar with time to spare!"
With that he cracked his whip - the horses took off in a tear!
Passengers were bounced about as Hank avoided stumps and boulders,
Hurtlin' thro' mountain passes rife with precipitous shoulders!
Horace protested loudly to Hank to express his trepidation,
Sayin' he warn't in that much of a hurry to reach his destination!
Upon arrival, somewhat shaken, from the stage he reeled down.
An inauspicious appearance for a gentleman of such renown!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I marvel at her elegance
elegance born of an understanding
an esthetic awareness, the knowing of who she is
She embraces both the beauty and limitations of her form
Wearing what pleases her
no longer putting pretty things away for some future occasion
Her clothing creates movement
for she does not wish to stay still
I see her eyes sparkle with the eagerness of yesterday's child
the exuberance of her endless possibilities
Still a subtle sadness resides
a warning of sorts
an "approach with caution"
"come to me, but keep your distance"
perhaps she feels safer that way
Maybe this is part of her aesthetic
for music cannot exist without tension
notes are born of apposing forces
So I will ask my questions
attempt to understand
I will hear what she wishes to tell
and I will try to comprehend
Most importantly I will appreciate her elegance
the freedom she finds within her laughter
Her inquisitiveness as she peers over her glasses
for she is both a teacher and a student
life for her remains and adventure
and she chooses to live it
one note at a time
until she has written her symphony
until she has painted all of her colors
until she realizes that pain serves a purpose
Without it we never truly become
we never truly know
who we really are
Temperately cooled shade
From Cedar trees off the
Coast of Lebanon
Shielded our state of
Nudity. Sincerely we
Speculated; as I wonderfully
Whispered in her esthetic ears:
"Eve my emphatically enlightened,
This garden is stimulating
Like paradise." As
Sweet musical rapture
Soothed our souring
Souls from melodious
Harps of grander,
She warmly whispered,
"Just let your tantalizingly
Soft sizzling fingers
Entwined with the
Hair curling on the back of
My warm neck,
While I taste your lips"
Splendidly we sipped warned
Warbler feathered wine
From Macedonia’s vine, as
Our bodies tingled
With rapture for—the
Honey to come…
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Dedicated to LMB and all the Eves in the contest.
Mar sin leat!
9th Place Winner
Adam in Eden Contest
Sponsored by Linda-Marie Bariana
6/15/10
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Midst those the second viewed heaven;
Blue based white clouds drifting floating;
Pageantry of coral blues hues;
Greenery trees stance tall seven;
Waves of curling flows waves boating;
Early morning viewing grounds dew;
Those breeze pushes waters session;
Toward my mind heart eyes coding;
So esthetic blue, whites, green view;
Rushing to me stream waves weapon;
Eye gate viewed scene brilliant growing’
Mountain ranged background hangs down dew;
Picturesque, flowing painted earth;
Sculpturesque, landscaped visage worth;
6/24/23
Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 76
Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition?
Fashionistas and trendsetters are adorning themselves in fluorescent lime green this summer. Making it the must-have statement color for the cool kid's club. The whole aesthetic was inspired by Charli XCX’s lime-green album cover for ‘Brat.’
Now, before you roll your eyes at the state of America, where silly people are bilked by influencers - isn't that what happened in the 60s with ‘flower-power?’ Wasn’t that ‘counterculture’ flagging, where everything from school buses to bikinis were flower adorned, driven by bands like the Beatles and umm.. [fill in the blank]?
So, we tripped (sounded psychedelic) to the mall of Georgia, to shop for unnecessary, lime-green things. Nail polish (which I think eats), beach bags, coverups, Crocs, friendship bracelets (cause we’re 13-year-olds), Cinnabon's - which aren’t technically green but are delicious and the Apple store - because it makes us happy.
I’ve read, or heard it said that “malls are dying.” Not this one, on a weekday mid-morning it was packed. The line for the eighteen-movie-plex looked like Spring Festival (Chinese New Years) at the Beijing airport.
Sadly, it’s time to admit that as 20-year-olds we’ve aged out of the “Clare’s” esthetic. A 12-year-old in line to get her ears pierced, looked at me, while I was looking at friendship bracelets, like I was her grandmother and I felt it - it was real.
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Two songs to go with this:
This Girl's In Love (Live At HMH) by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Riviera Life by Caro Emerald