Long Fascinations Poems
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I awaken to the sound of your voice, your words, calling to me...
Calling to me...Petitioning me... like an ethereal Siren's Song
Moving towards me just as waves journey toward an empty beach...
Always and forever...moving towards that lonely shore.
The Inevitable.
The speed of their emotional swells depending upon the wind
and the temperaments of the day.
Soft and lapping curiously when all is calm and clear
Furious and violently agitated when darkness hides the sun.
In spite of Saturn's cruelty we were destined to intersect
to hold these ongoing conversations...
Venus had put forth her resolution and now I wait for you
Just as the sands have waited endlessly for the eternal cycles of the tides.
I have been waiting...waiting...waiting...
waiting for you to meet me
waiting for you to come flowing in
waiting to absorb and finally feel the liquid of your caress.
Morning, noon, and night
I wait to hear from you
I wait...the Bullish Immovable Beast...I am the constant shore
Shaped only by your fascinations.
And you come to me, changeable Capricorn
Fluid as the great blue divide that separates the firm continents
Always changing, never stagnant...Always moving toward or away
Timeless ocean, timeless current, evermore.
I hear you singing an Ancient Mariner's Song
Its meaning holds the depths of repeated sailor's lore
Your stories sharing vast oceans of wisdom
that may have been floating on some wizened seaman's mind.
His voice, as yours, always sure to find
A welcoming lonely harbor on an expectant, yearning shore.
The tides mark the times for when we will meet
For when you will continue your engraving
Etching your love on toward me
as a fine lithography for now and forevermore.
Waves serve as your wild embrace
You place your countenance upon my face
I am unable to resist your advances
You have laid claim to the barren coastline of my heart.
Although I long for a permanence
In which Venus would so rejoice
You always leave me wanting more
Saturn still rules your mind.
There is nothing I see as so inescapable
as your leavings and your ongoing returns.
There is nothing so inevitable between us
except the Terra Firma of our minds.
(December 1, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Righteous Love So Grand--
Ragouts doubting dreams
Individual starlet does scream
Grilled tourneys resources
Hot linguine imagine voices
Tourneys inter-vision bloom
Exultant roundelays run
Owns penned ricochet bouts
Understandable spangle shouts
Spangle glimmer goes out
Long roundelays solo run
Own imaginations laugh
Vigorous intellects cry of love
Excellent fillets run fast
Such ragouts shout
Own fascinations walks
Golden shoes holding hands
Romantic imaginations cry
Aggressive fantasies laugh
Narrow conceptions glimmers why?
Deadly fascinations runs back
3/25/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
The fab four...not Scouse superstar serenaders..
Stellar constellations of cricketing fascinations...
Connoisseur christened, humdinger harbingers..
Listen…whispers of willow wizardry whistle…glisten..
Skipper sorcery glow…celestial cerebral Martin Crowe..
Appetites whet..forget the quartet..for the fab four is no more..
Game's pantomime dame, Kohli...encores harangued..
Creeping crepuscular flaws…Virat’s ersatz career nadir scores..
Smith's sisyphean shuffles..flummoxed fossicking for form..
In mists of time..muffled murmurs of his prime...
Two remain....caressed nurdle nirvanas...nudges finessed...Kane..
Benjamin Button…old school whiffs…lyrical lever lullabies..
Rooted rhapsody riffs..gourmand & glutton..
Wallowing in echoes..aesthetic embers of the past...
Trained elbow craned....poetic flighty feet…
Silkily souffle sashays scream balletic....
Swishes so late, almost tardy...halcyon garlanded greats..
Third man tickles...soft hands court..behind cover cavort..
Wooing nooks...seducing crannies..scoreboard cooing..
Relished textbook looks..cherished record books..embellished..
Joe shuns Icarus...strums eclipsing Sachin's sun..
Kane’s hushed kudos..won’t boast..hums humility…..
Genius garnishing..legends..legacies..
So time “gentlemen” please..
Lachrymose Last Post toast.
Final round for Kane..Joe & Martin Crowe..
Late great host…ruminating perched proud..
Hankering..hollering with the crowd..
Illuminating a long white cloud..
My Favorite Things comes to mind...
a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing all sense
visions and nightmares and hallucinations
erudite arguments, odd fascinations
old geezers fondling memories of things
most folk would not to mixed company bring
inchoate ramblings of damaged young minds
bubbled through water and cardboard box wine
audible groans from the web server host
these are the ones make me giggle the most
shouting in vacuums, a riotous void
pontificating, or mildly annoyed
grieving, believing, or weaving a string
virtuous outburst that don’t do a thing
rants about orange man and all his mean tweets
and, yes, “Let’s go, Brandon” to make things complete
guns, poo, abortion, yes, all are discussed
sometimes the thin-skinned bail out in disgust
side by side, posting, the sage and the fool
the wise in their youth and those starting to drool
bleeping our excrement down on the page
somehow it all seems to soften the rage
when the bard shouts
when the muse screams
‘bout covid or Vlad
we’re at a computer
with just poo to fling
and that makes me laugh a tad
Colors, amber, tangerine
Gold and hues of deep scarlet
Rustling in the quiet prayers
Of those who hear His breath
In the silence of a moment
Whispering Autumn magic
Melodies of gentle squirrels
Preparing for the winter
Charming birds in gilded coats
Praising the creator with chirps
Chortling songs, melodies
Lingering on the crisp air
Wonders alive, like dancing leaves
Inspiring hearts and souls
To listen to the vibrant glory
Echoed in shadows, silhouettes
Branches near emptied of hope
Almost naked, they aspire the wind
It’s the season of breathtaking
Scenes, praising the One who made
A way to leave the Summer’s heat
With promise of humbling revelations
Calling from the sing-song applause
Of nature’s stunning abode
Listen to Autumn’s silence shout
This is the splendor of a season’s caress
Kissing the heart and soul with joy
Touching the spirit with earth’s precious laughter
The soaring elation of God’s sigh
Ringing His heavenly fascinations…
As Autumn smiles!
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
May 17, 2022
Diminished Expectations
Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations
Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children busy with visual fascinations
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations
Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished expectations
Rejecting even logical explanations.
Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017
My pen’s whispers melt the silence
With a breathless touch of compassion
Blended into hues of softest memories
Soothing my melancholy with brilliant
Arrays of charming roses opening petals
To a golden sun who lights up the dawn
And sends reflections of faith to the noon
Coloring the world with embers of hope
Like a warm embrace lulls my doubts and fears
From their place inside my anxious thoughts
Echoes of creativity swim through my waves
Of emotional trembles, teaching me to reminisce
Evoke sensations of gentle truth through my
Sensitive impressions of gloom and mystery
Enhancing my spirit with dreams of serenity
Abiding within my heart and soul, pouring fervor
Erasing all the crimson discouragement and blue
Flickers of uncertainty, reluctantly I appeal to joy
For the chance needed to feel fully, completely
All the exhilaration that I know lives within me
Where pride prays to humility and awakens the flow
Of sensitivity, capturing my feelings in the mystery
Designed by intrigue and inspiration, imagination
Painting the world in rewarding embers of elation
When I write from the core of my soul, opening
My heart to love that overflows with gentle bliss
I know the reason I feel so intently, so furiously
The passion that mesmerizes and enchants me
Keeps me alive with phenomenal fascinations
Thrilling the desires within, flaming lights striking
Radiant rays of promise, potential, possibilities
Dancing on the wings of captivating wisdom
When my pen reaches in – I grasp pure, flawless truth
A knowing that pours forth dreams from the soul!
Only God knows the muse that opens thoughts
Pierces wishes and awakens the truth of visions
Discovered within the one who sings a song of love
To the creator of all that is or has been or will be
The One who knows the heart’s deepest mysteries
And answers the prayers of every waking spirit!
In the dark sublime
You're the shooting star
Healing grim moments
Like receding glacier
Oh shooting star
You're hope to the stoic
Joy to the despondent
Lighting darkest nights
You're the warm fire
Burning hearts with desire
Shooting shivers in solar systems
Leaving goosebumps in many galaxies
Your fascinations shoot arrows
Straight through hearts
With unconstrained desire
After your beautiful constellation
Oh shooting star
You long to be savored
But only for a moment
You yearn to be devoured
But only by the lucky ones
When you shoot high in the sky
You shift my attention from the stars
Whenever I see you
I make a wish!
Feet firmly planted
Solid ground action
Criticism shout from the other side
Struggles among struggles
No one understands
Standing on Heaven’s demand
Tears fall of anguish at times
Many a night
Separation between fighting living and plight at the same setting
Pitiful world
Refuses to listen
Mind, Body and Soul galactic
Assurance enforced
Heaven who guides of course
Knowing I fit in with society
Human puzzle being the piece carefully made
Abilities only one can imagine
Imaginations full of fascinations
I stand able to stand
Courage mounts
Destiny spirit
Walking in confidence
Criticizing me still from the other side
Fulfilling at will
People are so blind
Their gestures are not kind
Can’t stop me
Capability you see
I am not a count out
I am the image of count me in
Sunrise came
Tomorrow to be
Goodness in purpose
A Day for greatness
I breathe
I embrace
The skies smile
The clouds applaud
I am ok
A Heavenly creation walks
Grounded dignity.
CONCEPTS
meditative
memory
rotating
scattered
projections
of
vibrant
spirals
portmanteaux
fascinations
in a
flurry
of
energy
coincidence
nurtures
a silent
cognitive
reasoning
exploring
plentiful
themes
of
connected
tentacles
measure
again
&
again
to
exercise
my mood
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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