Long Extremes Poems
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A is for Amazing we all wish to be
B is for Blessings that help us to see
C is for Caring which humbles our world
D is for Dancing where joy is unfurled
E is for Empathy that makes a great friend
F is for Friendships we hope never end
G is for Goodness that makes our light shine
H is for Hope in a world so sublime
I is for Incredible, which stands out in a crowd
J is for Joy that smiles so loud
K is for Kisses that make our hearts sing
L is for Love that trumps everything
M is for Memories that highlight our life
N is for “Never” that causes us strife
O is for Open that closes out hate
P is for Persistence in following fate
Q is for Questioning, cause wisdom it brings
R is for Ressurection and the Hope that it springs
S is for Sensational which all love should be
T is for Thankfulness for what God gave to me
U is for Unconditional love that is treasured
V is for Volumes that cannot be measured
W is for Wondrous, Joy to extremes
X is for Xanadu that resides in our dreams
Y is for Yearning as it helps us find bliss
Z is for Zealous Love, that made me write this
So if all these words were bound up in one
Ahhh! There’s a life that’s second to none!
Yesterday when my world was young
and days were wasted seeking fun
Smiles were cheap and our bikes our wheels
gorging candy and skipping meals
Time was solid as we chipped it away
innocence challenged as we leaped into the fray
Too young to be afraid, too dumb to care
do anything on a whim with just a dare
Youth was never wasted on the young
Youth was needed so we may become
The wishers wish, the dreamer's dream
to forever cling to our desires and schemes
Of living life to it's fullest extremes
Dare to laugh at death while bursting at the seams
And if we survive to old and frail
Our salad days of tall tales to tell
You grazed my heart
With tender wings
Flying high above the things
That caused me
Pain or stings
You prayed a peace
Through my dreams
Awakening love to extremes
That enlightened me
With babbling streams
You soothed my faith
With sure belief
Pledging grace, never grief
That flowed through me
Such sweet relief
You raised my hopes
With love that breathes
Affection and joy that seethes
In whispers of light
Reassuring life in wreathes
You welcomed my kindness
Through feelings of peace
Intimacy that always does increase
By the time serenity agrees
To forever find a release
You gave me a chance
To give from my very soul
Inspiration and insight that stroll
Through this life of mine
With love that makes me whole
You whispered compassion
Through my jubilant, laughing light
Shining through the dark of night
Bringing brilliant rays of faith
With a brilliant hue, so contrite
You smiled away my worries
With assurance that I am strong
Filled with wisdom and song
Living out my aspirations
With feelings blessed all lifelong
LOST IN THE FRAGILITY OF DREAMS
In the fragility of dreams,
Life is not crazy as it seems,
Lost in the labyrinthine mind,
Shadows gambol as candles blind,
In the darkness, a chimney gleams,
Setting the stage for most extremes,
Honeysuckle spreads its fragrance,
A violin plays in cadence,
Laughter echoes in the background,
While silence makes the harshest sound,
Finding my way through this dream world,
Tossing and turning, down I'm hurled,
Waking up with a jolt, I feel
Torn between the real and reel,
Oh, for the sweetest dreams I yearn!
They are fragile, that I discern.
05.19.20
For Constance La France's "L" contest - new or old"
A place we call Home
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The cold westerly winds rolls down the hills and across the plains
The frost on the ground as thick as a man’s hand
The air drawn in chills the body to the bone
This is the Central Plateau, the place we call home
…
Living here you need to be strong and resilient
Prepared to take what- ever Mother Nature brings
Wake to a snow blanket or biting winds and freezing rain
Or just maybe experience a hot sunny day
…
Life is hard for the high country people
Work to be done what-ever the weather
Wood to cut to keep the home fires burning
Feeding out or mustering or maybe a hunt
Keeps meat on the table and the dogs with a full gut
…
We choose to live and work in the high country
For the place is special, gives us a natural high
No place for the hustle and bustle of towns and cities
This place so peaceful, serine and quite
…
A visit to the high country an experience you will never forget
The extremes of weather, the rolling plains and the craggy mountains
The glistening waters of the streams, the rivers and lakes
The majestic Cider Gum, the snow gums and mountain heath
…
For the Central Plateau is like nowhere else on earth
For the dream time of old, the pristine wilderness
The night sky glistening and sparkling so very close
I love the high country, the place I call home
Form:
It’s such a simple gesture that we show
to family and friends whene’er we meet;
a simple way to always let them know
we truly care to make this bond complete.
A kiss can come in oh so many forms;
as simple peck upon a baby’s cheek;
at times a kiss on forehead is the norm,
or dance across the lips for love to seek.
But still the one that dawdles in my dreams,
the kiss of passion that all lovers know;
with parted lips pressed tightly to extremes,
expressed desires for one another show.
And on those lonely nights while we’re apart;
it’s YOUR kiss that will linger in my heart.
September 11, 2018
God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.
A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.
In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;
Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.
The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,
Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.
The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust
Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.
The golden warmth of an early morning sun
Brings to mind visions of still unseen dreams
Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til victory is won
And nature has harnessed her most fearful extremes.
God prepare me, I pray, for when nature resounds,
And she possesses the glory which is fully deserved.
The earth will be filled with birds’ melodious sounds,
When a feast of sweet songs my ears are served.
And let a shapely damsel in a floral patterned dress
Allow me a moment to relax my infinite necessities.
May the ripest sweetest fruit withstand my test,
And all the rest avail their succulent identities.
Let my vision behold nature as she abounds
When her colorful blossoms give off radiant beams.
Might I be blessed by the Divine when Nature resounds
And reality becomes a field of never before seen dreams.
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
It gives me the rest that I need
To keep going, struggling on through
Toward the places I need to go
Work, store and post office
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
It fills me with a deeply felt peace
Toward my heart and spirit’s center
A knowledge that I can think better
Because I have this wonderful repose
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
Without you, I’d be losing my dreams
And I’d never discover the treasure of
Exploring the surface of my brain galore
Where those dreams are always stored
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
I can’t imagine a day passing by me
Without your encouragement to be
A part of my self-esteem and sense
Of purpose, my respite from extremes
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
There is no telling where I would be
If I didn’t know your time-out from
The world that has me going full steam
After the prize of my future things
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
I rub my eyes around dawn and see
The new sun rising across the mountains
And I’m reassured that my dreams weep
With joy that I’ve been given this breather
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
A gentle tug at my sleeve by my canine
And I’m reminded that I have to get up
Do those things that are requirements of
Being a responsible, conscientious adult
Love and hate are closely connected
Emotions both strong and intense
A fine line divides these extremes
Oft times we straddle the fence
Sometimes it takes like an innocent event
To shove us one way or the other
We're up on top of the world one moment
Next moment afraid we'll smother
Controlling emotions is difficult at best
Bombarded by outside influence
Always requiring strength and dedication
To maintain love's continuance
Lost without love's sweet guiding light
Through sad time and times of joy
Love must conquer the uncertain heart
And never allow hate to destroy
Love and hate are closely connected
Emotions both strong and intense
A fine line divides these two extremes
Oft times we straddle the fence
The god of this world is not wholly
Wholly good or wholly evil.
He does his best to avoid extremes.
With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes
While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes,
Admixing with good food insignificant,
That is – as far as we can tell - insignificant
Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful
That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and
“In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said:
“Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.”
Progress was not made for man, but man
Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask.
Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us,
Filed away on the fiftieth storey.
By the way, don’t get too worried
About that radioactive leak!
An expert has assured us we need expect
Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most.
And besides, don’t rock the boat
No the god of this world is not holy.