Long Expansion Poems

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Forthwith On the Wings of Dreams

in the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

ambiguity of thoughts once grounded
forthwith on the wings of dreams
ascend beyond the constrains of life
fronting fate in the expansion of hope

whispers of darkness no longer fall
as secrets silenced by a rise of dawn
they passably regain meaning anew
as lips tremble in a longed for first kiss

feathered touches brush against flesh
bodies arc together in pulsating rhythms
becoming seductive silhouettes of a timeless love
whereas shadows are no longer mirages on walls

seconds no longer seem eternal
through resounding echoes of time
as hours become countless spans on wings
soaring in the absence of complications


November 16,2019


Premium Member If That Fence Could Talk

If That Fence Could Talk
By: Tom Wright
8/10/98

I meandered miles but did not tire,
from Cedar rails I've been made.
I came through clay, sand and mire,
through summer heat and shade.

My purpose here, not keep things in,
or keep some things without.
Quick glances back to where I've been,
can surely leave little doubt.

Young Robins may rest upon my rails,
while learning how to fly.
And I'm often visited by Scissortails,
if they should pass me by.

On lush green carpet I firmly stand,
making my owner so proud.
With post hole digger firm in hand,
he knows God has endowed.

For years this bond we have shared,
with yearly expansion you see.
From a stand of Cedar I was pared,
starting as a red Cedar tree.

If viewed afar when green the land,
I run, appearing not to stop.
I'm as strokes from a painter's hand,
with a snowy peaks backdrop.

As days sun sets and the hour is late,
I hope your eyes are seeing.
That for merely a place to hang a gate,
is not my reason for being.


This fence is located in Idaho's Saw tooth Mountains.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

MY REQUEST

Oh God of Creation 
Direct 
My creativity and productivity 
So I can fly out of this nation 
Even with slow motion but no stagnation 
Thriving and striving globally not locally
Without any commotion but jubilation.

Oh God of Creation 
Remove every blockage 
Or linkage
Hindering my expansion 
Which is my growth 
Putting me on expectations 
Without getting where I want to be or what I want.

Oh God of creation 
I know you will do it
I'm not sure of the timing 
But it's certain
For you said in your laws
Ask and shall be given 
Seek and you'll find
Knock and it shall be open 
Guild me, so I don't fall into the wrong circle 
Recycling all that I have outgrown, Amen!!!

Premium Member Shape of the Institution

I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.

They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction

of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation

on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation

for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.

More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation

and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.

What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.

The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction

about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations

the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations

to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.
Form: Verse

Ode to the moon

Oh, my dear incomparable moon ,                                                        You are my only loyal companion,                                                               Are you a massive cosmic boon?,                                                                  And your gravity drives your expansion.                                                                 Oh,my dear only natural satellite,                                                             You and the sun are twins of the solar family,                                                             And you cannot shine without the dark night,                                                    Nowadays you operate as a literal canopy.                                              Oh, my dear, celestial anchor woman ,                                                    You are compared to a bright and round face,                                                                You and our face look the same in our vision,                                                              Are you and face luminous in God's grace?.                                                             Oh, my dear poetic museum,                                                                         You are universally compared to coolness,                             
You talk better than a human in the Colosseum,                                                   You are still a wonder of newness.                                                              Oh, my dear primary driver of tides ,                                                             You and the sun make the natural situation,                                               Moon, your tides can help a boat to glide ,                                           And you are a source of joyful innovation.
Form: Ode


Premium Member Contemplation To Meditation

I Am, I be and I so become, one with all of the universe
softened attention osmotically percolating boundless space 
blurring boundaries between form and formlessness
that that is, is the singular I Am presence, vibration of silence
lower mind vaporised innate awareness, in dynamic stillness 

Neither negating, nor clinging, I embrace, hold and release
magnetic electricity igniting all sheaths of consciousness 
orientation free flowing, tingling with heightened rapture 
all nodes within form alive in celebratory dance beauteous
scented with the exhilarating fragrance of bliss ineffable 

Stilling not the deepening silence, stillness now stills our being
subject and object, both us, tango with void as the fulcrum 
cognised in the expansion and contraction of each life pulse
enriched and distilled by the loving intent of our radiant heart
reflected back into space through mind body acting as a prism

Is-ness of being-ness thus stretching the time-space continuum 
doing nothing save resonating with the omnipresent divine energy
transcending limitations of imaginary ego identity borne delusion
spherically views the undifferentiated underlying singular reality
self-existent, luminous love in unending renewal; Sat-chit-ananda 

09-March-2021

Contemplation poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

Premium Member Man Is Master

Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master

Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master

Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster

Where Did the Love Go

Someone tell me why oh please
I can't understand or see
Why we have to hurt in pain
It is driving me insane
Looking around to only find
The changes in human kind
From loving helpful and true
To only making others blue
When did something inside snap
Leading to the kind of crap
That tortures others every day
We need to work and find a way
To reverse this unkind way
We are living  lets not stray
From the humans we can be
Searching to find the dignity
Lost so many years ago
We need to get back the flow
Of the love and kindness lost
There is too much of a cost
If we do not get it back
We will all feel the smack
Of a world in so much gloom
Help me stop this growing doom
That is looming through the land
Help reach out a loving hand
So there is a fighting chance
For expansion to enhance
A world of darkness back to light
Let's not give up  we can fight
Making the change we expect
Don't settle for nothing less
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Where Love Grew Collaboration With Poet Freddie Robinson Jr

Where Love Grew 



Beneath the maple tree 
is where our love first started to grow 
Green buds of unblossomed love, 
basking in the golden dappled light 
of spring’s awakening 
A sweet kiss given, 
sweet as maple ... 
given beneath the swaying branches 
Dancing to the wind music of spring, 
as you lullabied me with sweet whisperings 
Under the unshaded maple tree 
is where our love first began to seed, 
and take root into the heart of me 
Beneath the maple tree 
is where your love started to grow inside of me 

Your love lifted me above the branches so high 
It took me beyond the expansion 
of the bright blue sky 
Lasting longer than time 
marked in tree rings to be seen 
For in the seed of growth came strength of bond 
that flourished on soft emerald grass, 
under the shaded maple tree 
Through rain and sun, 
all storms to pass 
Our sweet whisperings of love do last 
Within my heart, within my soul, 
I am as tall as the maple tree with you 
We are still dancing to the wind music 
each spring anew 
Beneath the maple tree 
where our love grew

Heidi Sands collaboration with Freddie Robinson Jr.
3/10/17

Stripped

Creature by creature even leaf by leaf
the diverse world we knew is being stripped;
stripped by wind, by fire, by acid beneath,
dissolved in the seas. Polar ice has dripped,
glaciers slipped, forests are ripped. Companion
creatures now displaced, with no sheltered lair,
are exposed by humankind's expansion;
laid on an altar of growth. Do we care? 

Last Thursday as we stripped the Altar bare
to mark the passion of our Saviour Lord,
other creatures crucified formed my prayer.
Can ripped and stripped creation be restored?
If we who've trashed God's gifts and caused such pain
showed our sorrow, would he trust us again?
Form: Sonnet

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