Long Expressive Poems
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Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home
is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem.
When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore
we found the flamingo in the same place we’d left her the day before.
She once again stood out because of her beautiful pinkish hue…
Just like we left her yesterday she was eating…and I thought…
is that all flamingos do?
But there is something about her eating you notice at first glance…
in order for her to find her food…the flamingo has to dance.
If you watch her closely…the way she rhythmically stomps her feet…
then moves them forwards and backward…you notice this flamingo feels the beat.
And while she’s dancing back and forth…right in the middle of her sway
she places her head under the water to enjoy her freshly churned up buffet.
She must have been quite hungry…because just like the day before
this flamingo kept on dancing and going under to eat some more.
How blessed we were to see this flamingo…
to share in the same space…
to witness not only her beauty but her elegance and grace….
And as we watched how intense she was…how proud…
how expressive…the way she rhythmically stamped her feet…
we thought how this is one of the most wondrous birds we’re ever going to meet…
We enjoyed the moment so much…we know we’ll be back for more…
for how often do we get the chance too see a flamingo
dancing the flamenco
in the water…
so close to shore.
I look back at the dusty trail of memory,
in the reflecting time of the twilight hour,
see in the pediment of the distant blue hills,
cascading down from the hazy horizon,
the young scarlet sun burst to spread
the surreal splendor on the landscape latticed
with the carvings of meandered streams,
verdant meadows, transparent ponds,
thriving thickets and emerald vales.
My youth embedded in naïvety of juvenile exuberance,
fluttered on the wings of indigo songbirds,
scaling the cerulean sky like my multicolored kites,
flying free at the fringe of the fleeting clouds,
that made enigmatic shadows adrift on the topography,
sculpting my fantasy into nebulous shapes,
so expressive in the intricate play
of the opposites, light and shade,
like the pattern slanting sunbeams created
on the far flung foliage of the thicket
where I ventured to chase the butterflies.
The infantile motifs engraved in the ductile young mind
lie buried now under the dust of time,
that blew across the memory lane of the uprooted life.
Walking the last mile at the edge of the falling night,
I now trace back the faint footprint trail,
to the fading eroded plateau of the past,
sweep the piled up dust, trying to retrieve
the scattered pieces of my youth,
shrouded by the mist of obscurity.
August 2, 2020
Contest : Dusty Old Memory
Sponsor : Constance La France
The monuments are stately;
The churches are impressive.
The frescoes and the statues
Are amazing and expressive.
The ruins do proliferate,
Their grandeur still inspiring,
While trattorias beckon
If your energy's expiring.
Yet best of all the offerings
That render Rome exquisite
Are the streets set up for strolling
If you have the chance to visit.
The cobblestones and alleyways
Meander and invite you
To step inside the many shops
Intended to delight you.
Then suddenly, around a bend,
A fountain looms, enticing,
Surrounded by gelato stands,
For pick-me-ups sufficing.
To people-watch or meet head-on
Historical remains,
Just roam the streets and you will feel
Italian in your veins.
when i met you,
the art on the
walls of you were
bright and expressive
with statements and
exclamations
after a while, age and
change somehow soured
the sweetness that held
in the savoring
i became uncomfortable even
in my own discomfort around
you
as a result so painstakingly
unfortunate, i had to make
harsh choice to pack my life
up in the trunk of my car and
choose my own brand of change
now it is many moons and suns
later and the thought of you popped
up like popcorn
i guess it was the lady in the discount
store whose buttercream skin and
particular walk reminded me of other
lifetimes and you
something told me to scream out your
name as our song started playing out of nowhere
ironically
yet something else held me back, and for the rest
of the day i feel incomplete while lost in thought
WISH YOU NESTLE MY CUCKOO......
Cuckoo of my heart crossing vales and lofty mountains
To shower my love on you like the lovely fountains
When I got a glimpse of yours that day of sunshine
I felt the rainbows play romantic music in delight
When you smiled at me, I felt a spark of love ignite
Your charming face had set a tizz of sparkling wine
Your expressive eyes deep, dazzling like a goldmine
When you spoke to me, a sweet magic set by sprite
Enchanting You are
Wish… you nestle my cuckoo
Be my adorable queen
I will serve my best
Petals of rose at your feet
Apple of eye till my end!
22nd October 2016
For contest-Three style poem
Sponsored by- Laura Loo
Why me father/daughter relationship
important to this papa
Fourteen and a half years
since death of mother (mine),
nary one iota of communication
in general and compassion
in particular while
she lived, now wears
heavy and yokes
mantle fostering tears
indirectly sabotaging rapport
with eldest daughter
futility doth arise uttering
feeble secular prayers,
cuz interaction with mother,
whose vehemence more
deafening than banshee killdeers
exceeding threshold of
decibels tolerable these ears.
Now comeuppance came
full family circle, yes
that's her within picture frame,
when young, innocent, and beautiful,
decades before terminal
illness rendered her
incapacitated and lame.
Her second of
three born offspring,
and yours truly
that singular boy
figuratively tethered himself
to her apron strings,
which near omnipotent
biochemical bond her
rancor would destroy,
when lonesome son
failed to employ
purported adult responsibilities
solitary without any
even one homeboy
never knowing how
to maximize potential
rather totally tubular at loss
advantageously to deploy
supposed ducks in a row
always imp pond
durable feeling cast ahoy
shore lee within alien nation,
whereby village people
observe an exceptionally
unresponsive immovable
lad - qua zee decoy
analogous to stonewall,
albeit socially withdrawn
emotionally, physically,
and socially retracting
exhibiting no joy,
nor any audible,
tactile or visible life
stockstill like an
abandoned broken toy.
Silence spoke volumes mainly
I don't wanna be alive
antithetical to that basic
instinct to survive
protestations arose deliberately
minus figurative parachute,
I took kamikaze nosedive
a couple years after two times five
orbitz astride planet Earth
ne'er did amity, comity,
fraternity ever jive,
nope not even pleasant hello
would fake deaf/mute contrive
interaction between kith and kin
affection toward parents
and siblings (two sisters,
not twisted) I did deprive,
whence fast forward decades later,
a metaphorical wedge would drive
roughshod o'er kinship,
when fatherhood did arrive
though "star student" did connive
him (me) to test discomfort zones,
yet more often than not inclusive
integration abandoned among
linkedin with kindling explosive
smoldering volcano found
wicked volatility expressive.
I love you/is what you say/and I don't /you feel you do/but let me tell you/what I need/I need a love/that's full of passion and affection/like love was intended to be/I need a love/that is flaming hot and has a romantic aura/like the crackling of a roaring fireplace/I need a love that is soothing to my heart like a tropical breeze/I need a love that is confident and knows what it wants/I need a love that is intense and enthusiastic/I want a love that whispers sweet nothings in my ear/I want a love that is spontaneous/yet disciplined/I need a love that is hot tub sexuality/red wine sipping/candlelit dining/I need a love that is faithful and trustworthy/I need a love that is expressive/I need a love that cherishes me/I need a love that sets an example/for young people to follow/I need a love that recognizes God as its source/so now you know what I want/so when you say/I love you/I don't doubt you feel you do/but can you give me what I want/honestly
I'm always going to love you
This for sure I know
And if I ever get to
I'll never let you go
I'll share with you the things that I've been
Longing for inside
Free to be expressive
No longer need to hide
Things like holding hands while walking
Hugs are quite the gem
Things like little kisses given
Without expecting them
The sharing of a blanket
On a cold, crisp, winter's morn
Our lips meet while inside it
Here comes a big snowstorm
I'm always going to love you
This I know for sure
And if I ever get to
I'll bring you to the door
A cozy cabin waits for us
Somewhere out of sight
Where a cozy cabin playlist
Plays all day and night
My friend Constance La France
Creativity
One of her best attributes
Native American
She finds strength in her Ojibwa roots
Tragedy
At a young age, she came to know it
Nothing
Could change the fact she is a poet
Expressive
“Life is a journey full of moments-of struggle
for a poet the gathering of emotions”
And “the penning of poems will one day crumble,
of words that crash together like waves in oceans”
Family
Relationships, support, a reminder of home
"Again and again each day a new poem"
New beginnings, a second chance
Constance La France
Excellence
Quote from Life is Tragic,
"again and again each day a new poem" quote by Constance La France
01/25/2021
Written for Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsor Margarita Lillico
i remember when you saw me in the devil's tattered and torn
the flinch was the pinch and i felt the tinge at every inch
my innermost persperation was inspiring convulsing chills as a merciless foe
i remember when you saw me in the devil's forgotten and forlorn
i recall the melancholy raindrops expressing the truth through the feeble theatrics of my acidic lie
the shake was a flake so easily exposed by the obviously expressive ache
my external mannequin was so horribly frostbitten by the flop of the frigid show
i recall the most brutally honest eye talk within the very heart of the most avoidable senselessness gone terribly awry
if i had the antidote to dissolve and dissipate,
i definately would not hesitate
to burn the milky white nucleus of your incomprehensible hate
that makes me melt in your memory in an altered state of wait
a black snowflake falls, and i find myelf wanting you
a white hailstone crashes, and i see myself flaunting you
an indecisive sun teases, and i forsee myself haunting you
a disappointed moon cries itself fuseless, and in the blind stillness of this remaining actuality, I....AM....SO....STILL....LONGING....YOU!!!!