Long Evermore Poems
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FAIRY WINGS
fairy wings, wrought in wispiness
a ticklish fancy, most unbeelike
florid splash of firework colors
work their magic, as they stretch
and yawn awakening expectation.
she circles me like a servant dressing
me in early morning royalty. i feel
a tingle from my toes to each strand
of my coiffured hair. this bond, between
this brownie and i, inseparable. she fills
me with magic and i teach her of man.
this wisdom makes her toes curl up
in laughter, her giggle like a cheery toddler.
she whispers pretty words, that entrance
my mind, like sensate cinnamon and warm
like brandy, telling me of faraway lands
which can only be reached by air.
holding onto the tiny fragile fingers
of a two-winged lullaby, a secret song
accompanied by violins and tinkling
harps of silver and gold. when i fly
you shan't find me, evermore, but
i shall find the elixir of life and serve
my fairy-dolls with hands open wide,
as they build around me the land of dreams.
3/5/2018
Who remembers
songs and stories once told
of a life lived brave, solitary embers,
loud or quiet, shy yet bold
and everybody laughs and everybody cries
and everybody hurts to live or die.
The names unimportant now, slip unnoticed into time
where passages of love are lost in emptiness,
bridal gowns stored now yellowed and faded like wine
promises never made, promises never kept
and no one sees, no one cares, no one dares,
all the dreams and hopes lost to memory unspared,
forgotten people another one among so many.
Like Alice through the looking glass
hiding down the rabbit hole
lost in the darkened silence and its sound passed
where Eleanor Rigby swept away her soul
the petals of the dream in imaged visions fade
of what could be but never was, never there
save the lonely people, those lonely people here.
A masquerade of faceless figured bodies on parade
shadows of the earth's twilight hours
living for the moment, erased and betrayed
denied their place in time and hold on power
Eleanor named only here, like Poe's lost, Lenore
never to be remembered, brief, forgotten, evermore.
for Jerry T. Curtis' contest
Eleanor Rigby
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5eMM2yjg98
The moonlit grass was metaphorically mystic in its cool, methodical, grandiose offerings of solace to the gentle breeze-woman who could not abide the ruin of her evermore.
Softly, silently, without any hesitation, she laid her burden down on the caring grass bosom illuminated by the entangled mono-speak of the faeries.
Butterflies surrounded her, illuminating her starlit dreams with dreams of their own. Sometimes the dream masters can fix things well beyond the realm, head nymph told head elf.
For a solid minute, in mutual respect and solitude, they formed a rescue mission, and sprinkled breeze-woman with the magic that she needed to do what only she could do.
Sandman sashayed over, surveyed the nymphs, and elves and tucks, raised one finger to his gentle mouth.
“All hush,” he said, his whisper a bare wisp. “She is finally asleep.” They surrounded her with love and joy and cheer, only silently. Everyone loved Breeze Woman.
All was well in the forest.
In fields of gold, where wildflowers play,
A tiny gem, the light of day,
I wander through the meadow's green,
Where butterflies glide, soft and serene.
With wings like jewels, they drift and soar,
A wonder of colors, evermore.
They dance with sunbeams, dip and sway,
In warm, bright air they float away.
Oh, I could watch them all day long,
These fragile wings, a whispered song.
Among the grasses, wild and free,
They teach of beauty's mystery.
My mother calls, her voice so clear,
I race to her arms, so warm and near,
And feel my father's strong embrace,
In this safe world, my hiding place.
Wake up, America!
Wake up you silent majority,
you sons and daughters of liberty.
All who bleed red, white and blue
your country needs you!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to the revolution
and stand up for the constitution.
Stand against division and hate
now before it’s too late!
Wake up, America!
Wake up folks hither and yon
and vote till a great victory is won.
Soon it will be your patriotic turn
to quell the fires that burn!
Wake up, America!
Wake up and repulse evermore
the wolves and jackals at your door.
Alas the riotin’ mobs in your town
want to tear America down!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to all the fake news
and be most careful who you choose.
Get aboard and ride the Trump train
back to Washington again!
Wake up, Sleepy Joe!
America is not a racist country
but Godless marxists want it to be.
And yet still in your basement hidin’
you say nothin’, Joe Biden!
Wake up, America!
And now that the votes are in
miraculous ballots keep appearin’.
Now we see Red states right on cue
mysteriously turnin’ Blue!
Wake up, America!
Well it’s up to the courts now
to seek truth and justice somehow.
Funny how the laptop incrimination
became Russian disinformation!
Wake up, America!
Joe says it’s now time to heal
but first there’s an election to steal.
That stench in the air is hypocrisy
and the death of democracy!
Wake up, America!
For your country say a prayer
that we wake from this nightmare.
But alas as a wise man once spoke
you can’t wake the woke!
Written: Sept - Nov 2020
So God said, “Listen-up you people down there,
I needed to give you this necessary scare,
You seem not to listen in your consummate greed
Your self-centered ways need alter indeed.
Enough of not caring for forests and plains,
Of polluting the air with evermore planes,
Trashing the oceans with plastics galore,
Do you all think I won’t keep a score?
Animals dying their habitats gone,
Farmlands ripped up to turn into lawn,
Construction unending knowing no bounds,
Your ignorant wilfulness truly astounds.
Time to consider, to value this pause,
Open your minds to the source of the cause,
Let the experience be forever your beacon,
A lesson this hard was sent for a reason”.
It’s surprising what a difference love can make
Try not to make a fatal mistake
Let your feelings flow when you need to
Even if you are not sure what to do
It may be a face in a crowded room
That helps to lift the daily gloom
Or a smile that to you says it all
You have to realize it’s time to answer loves call
You see someone there that takes your eye
And you think that you should try
To make yourself known before it’s too late
So you have no time to stand and wait
Love can be a wondrous thing
And all the joy and pleasure it can bring
You meet someone special and fall in love
You fit together like a hand and glove
There is nothing more enjoyable in this world
Than two people being together their hearts unfurled
Two as one forever more
It’s wonderful when love comes through your door
There is someone out there for everyone
You will soon know when the search has begun
Your heart will flutter when you see the one for you
How you handle it is up to you to do
Always remember everything comes to those who wait
But Just remember not to leave it to late
Grab the chance with both hands when it comes along
Just like the lyrics of any love song
Remember love can at any time come through your door
Grab it with both hands and be happy for evermore.
"On the day that you were born, the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue." From the Carpenters' "Close to You"
How I wish I had some special tune
recalling romance underneath the moon
for one specific moment in my life -
but even when I first became a wife,
no song was there for my spouse and me.
I think and I think. What song might there be?
One song there was a long long time ago
coming to my mind; it’s lyrics I know
by heart! Its meaning held me in its thrall.
Most words of songs I barely can recall!
The song, a big hit, made me kind of blue.
A song for dreamers – it was “Close to You.”
So wistful is the woman we hear long
to be close to her dream man. It’s a song
a day dreamer just like myself would play
again and then again back in “the day.”
Sweet tinge of angst Karen Carpenter brought
to lyrics of the dream of love she sought.
That singer died young, but she well knew of
the type of young man most young women love -
“A dream come true” with “hair of gold” and “eyes
of blue” by angels made – a special prize!
There was a boy for whom I used to pine
like in the lyrics of the song – divine!
I’d put my record on and I would hear
the line “why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?” Then I would sigh -
my teenaged heart so pained that I could cry.
No matter what, my dream boy would ignore
the girl I was . . . and would be evermore!
Aug 4, 2020
for Beth Evans' Same Old Song Poetry Contest
God the Father above
I praise* for His love…
With His love is grace
of strengthening brace…
Strength for work’s might
doing what is right…
Right to do what’s best
sharing glad heart to the fullest…
Gladness to reach-out
vanquishing doubt and pout…
Faith against doubt-caused pain
granting peace of enriching gain…
Peace midst gratitude
blessings from trust-fortitude…
Trusting the Lord, life’s Source
along provision resource…
Providing every need
in his perfect time indeed…
Time for worthy fulfillment
by God’s favorable endearment!!!
*Psalm 86:12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore.
August 1, 2021
I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
By ancient hands
Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high
I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings
I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by hand of flesh and bone
Fit in place for reasons known
To the architect alone
Each stone block from the quarry
Has a structure to help build
Each chisel cut tells a story
Of a mason’s guild
I have seen towering obelisks
With finely chiseled hieroglyphics
And ancient golden relics
Like toys in the attic
I have seen ancient mummies
The walking living dead
Take care or you’ll become these
Walking around instead
Dinner I have eaten
With pharaohs and kings by many names
And I have beaten
Them at their many games
I have sat on the temple steps
In the shadow of a large mastaba
I chatted with the great Amenhotep
And the gods Isis, Anubis, Thoth and Ra
They told me I could become a god
If I live and died in the manner of a king
I thought that was a little bit odd
For I came here wanting nothing
Tomorrow we go off to fight
The empire of Kadesh
If you come, you will see some sights
That you will never forget
I saw the battle of Kadesh
Now written about on the temple walls
I saw the battle in the flesh
Now celebrated in the temple halls
I watched the battle and from what I saw
Neither side won the war
From my standpoint the battle was a draw
But the Pharaoh will celebrate a win evermore
Pharaoh Ramses lived to the ripe old age of around ninety two
He outlived a lot of his hundred children and many wives
He’s remembered as Pharaoh Ramses the Great who
Built many monuments and revitalized the Egyptian’s lives
When they found Pharaoh Ramses the Great’s body
They found no silver or gold
Only the great king’s mummy
Thousands of years old
The archeologists all made a great noise
Where was all the silver and gold?
Where was all the old man’s toys?
That the grave robbers stole and sold
A lot of his stuff is still out there
In Egyptian antique stores
And Egyptian homes and country fairs
To get something you could spend a lot for sure
Nowadays Ramses is lying in state in the Cairo Museum
And men and women and girls and boys
All flock to the museum to see him
And Tutankhamen’s wonderful toys