Long Evenings Poems
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Unseasonal
Leaves shuffle on their stems
fall onto ones which fell before
not yet a storm of Autumn tints
those will blaze in a month
these are an early shedding host
that leave before the cold appears
in months of heat and sweaty brows
what signal do they heed
still green among the fallen fruit
now turning into soft brown dirt
as fresh shoots spring into the light
rosebuds plump in April sun
no hint of cooler nights to come
our evenings set to dine outside
with singlet days of Summer skies
this pleasure now declines
too long, too wet, too hot we cry
as humans always must complain
the tropics stretching south to us
our discomfort metres rise
none can say we’ve time to burn
or urge us spin the wheel and wait
the dial is set for our demise
for life to build a kinder race.
I hear them laughing next door,
Two young families,
Just back from a day at the beach,
Although it is well after dark.
They are on vacation, and
It isn’t their fault that we
Now go to bed so early.
They are only talking, but
The conversation is punctuated
By bursts of hilarious laughter.
I close my eyes and remember
Similar years, long ago.
Two families, six kids and
Sometimes visiting friends -
Not quiet, a little rowdy,
Not thinking of the neighbors
I’m sorry to say, but parents
And children having fun together.
Dinners with clams and mussels
And much joshing and mirth,
Many evenings the young folk,
And sometimes the grown-ups,
Played cards or board games
On the screened in side porch -
Monopoly, Clue, but it was
Mostly Mille Bornes that I recall.
The teenagers would play for hours,
Getting more and more excited.
I can still hear them shouting
“Coup fourre! Coup fourre!”
And jumping up and cheering.
It’s pretty quiet here nowadays.
And I often miss those times,
But I can relive them in my mind
When my next door neighbors
Are living it up on the porch!
Many starry evenings I have sat on sand and started dreaming,
sighing and making wishes unable to unfold the mystery
beyond this bright and quite shore...I awaited another morning
which would dazzle on the rolling waves of the sapphire sea!
When I cross the channel under that bridge, I hope that my sails
will be pushed forward by a benevolent wind that won't cease;
sail away beautiful ship following the seagulls long trail:
let me inhale the salty breeze and be awaken by its chill!
What will I discover, if not the mystery beyond this lonely shore?
They already have discovered everything the eyes can see;
perhaps there's a splendid Paradise they haven't imagined like me
who has looked everywhere...never thinking it was already there!
perhaps an earthly Paradise the one they have not,
but History won't remember me for my insignificant discovery!
"Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June." Al Bernstein
June’s moon illumines with gold light in a sapphire sky.
It’s as clear to me as a cloudless night summertime is nigh.
Though still-cool primrose evenings linger on from spring,
I listen for the sounds that warmer nights will bring:
crickets’ chirruping, whippoorwills in leafy trees. Sing,
oh lovely robin. Mockingbird, let me hear your charming croon.
Common loon, may I slumber to your haunting tune?
Sultry days mid-summer will be coaxing me to go
on long mid-afternoon walks to a yellow-flowered meadow.
Maybe I’ll go wading in cool water of a stream,
then lie beneath a willow and drift into a dream.
Fleeting is the sunny season; like my dreams, it too will end.
Then I will be writing of the beauty fall shall send.
A spirited traveler, how curiously you roam, flexing your freedom,
Visiting places serene, from Atlantic to Pacific, Artic to Antarctic,
Hugging every exotic continent, kissing territories in between;
Exploring from shore to shore; thrashing, splashing, your rhythms.
Hosting sunsets of amber evenings and sunrises of purple dawns
Fondly you reflect ruby rays, charming avid glances of romance,
Illuminating in sun’s golden dust a fusion made of fervid dreams,
And designs of your vision artistic, sprinkled on motifs esoteric.
Custodian of precious resources, a treasurer of beauteous coral reefs,
A liaison for shipping goods, trading foods, marine mineral mining;
You are a daring warrior too, flaunting bravely your armored ships,
An environmentalist as well, facilitating harvesting of wind energy.
You are so charismatic, when leisurely you propel passenger ships,
Journeying to towns historic, luxuriating on heavenly beaches;
Yet, when your mood is perturbed, you are a monster, angry beast,
Stomping ferociously, storming destructively, churning latent heat.
Harmonious with the mystique of moon, mythical cosmic bodies,
Coast-to-coast you soar, alluring aspirations of dreams romantic,
As boundlessly you undulate, navigating zestful tides of passion;
Awe of admiration, you are the eternal, magnificent blue ocean.
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
Became good friends much later in life
Never known a tighter bond
Could even go years without seeing Ron
Nothing would change I know
A friend like him happens once in a lifetime
Going on like a great river flows
A friendship that no matter how we feel
Just seems never ever to falter
At this advanced stage in both of our lives
A friendship nothing can alter
We see each other on Wednesday evenings
On our regular Euchre night
It's enough to keep our friendship alive
Through our ferocious Euchre fight
So three cheers for my good buddy Ronald
If I move many miles away
I'll always remember “Later-On-Ron”
I think of my friend every day
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
© Jack Ellison 2013
Usually, I will look out my window
And lay eyes on the most beautiful flowers;
Or Crepe Myrtle trees beautifying the lawn;
Or in the early mornings, watch a sunrise with teary eyes;
Or in early evenings, watch a sunset take my breath away;
Or in late Fall, gaze at flocks of birds heading South for the winter;
Or smile at a high-speed rabbit hopping and running;
Or stare at a bird with tiny eyes that never seem to set;
Or moving, ominous clouds preparing for a storm or rain;
Or awesome and blasting winds blowing heavy rain;
Or feed crops preparing themselves for harvest; Or a
Huge farm tractor and equipment covering the roadway;
Or feast on the canopy filled with both white and grey clouds;
Or earth tones of the brown ground, green trees, and grasses
Covering the landscape; Or a host of other heavenly medicines
So helpful and healing to the eyes and hearts of any and all.
Does a snow flake flow upstream at midnight
With a mountain waterfall so vertically up
Is the moon blotted out by storm clouds mounting
While some insignificant ice thing melts
On such evenings as this where shadows thrive
Given the lack of light and evidence given
Who is to say what is or isn’t
What gives credence to a crystalline
Frozen then gone in an instance
Snow blends in, transforms the darkness
Merges with so many droplets at a cost
Flowing soft but hard against the rocks
Where tears hide by muffled sounds inside
Waterfalls crash but never cry
Is this how life and love begins
Forming midnight on a mission
While another snow flake falls
Goes missing with the others lost
Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a loan
Wanna make this house a home
It needs some plastering
The kitchens a mess
But it’s got character
Style and the rest
Fallen in love with these pretty stones
Gonna make this house a home
It’s a house of two seasons
Picture cosy evenings
Sitting by the open fire
I get a special feeling
From those old oak beams
Gonna make this house my desire
You choose the wallpaper
And I'll pick the leather
I'm sure we'll be happy
Decorating together
Can't think of anything
Than designing together
To make this house a home
This house is not a home
Without the finishing touch
I'll build a wall out the front
Put fence out the back
Lights along the pathway
Flowers and some gnomes
Now doesn't that look sweet
This house is our home
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
He was a bad boy type, a rebel with a leather jacket and Harley Davidson. A handsome face,
and easy smile. And he literally swept me off my feet. When he was near I was breathlessly
in love, or thought I was. He was a man that my parents would not want for me to love.
It began by secret meet ups and we would spend our days and evenings riding his bike,
down country roads we would fly. I felt wild and free.
a meadow lush green
his lips and his whispers sweet . . .
a lovely trance dream
Our family life was so different, he had none. I lived with my mom and dad and siblings in a
nice home on a nice street. His dad was a drunk and I think his mom was too. They did not
care if he came home or not. But, he was free of rules and obligations, no one to say no.
Part of me envied that. I noticed how women looked at him with lust, and I was proud
to be the one in his arms. I felt beautiful and sexy.
in the dark we kissed
falling into an abyss . . .
my soul was weeping
For I knew this could not go on, it had no future. I had to let him go. And he had to let me go.
It was not that I did not care for him because I did. But, it would never work for us. We came
from different worlds. I told him that I could not see him anymore, he got mad then sad.
But, I believe that he understood and so we said our goodbye one night under the stars,
a goodbye hug and kiss and I walked away.
the years have passed by
my yesterdays are echoes . . .
of love lost in time