Long Firefly Poems
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the tree’s ancient stories
linger in the leaves, silent satin
colored in whispers, rustling
dancing like the light
who reflects the music, a soothing
gentling each note,
blessings pouring out
over the limbs, the leaves
still as yesterday, rhythms of grace
solace in the silence – still
as the dew against its petal
softly swaying, stirring
light, laughter, gentle dreams
the tree remembers
where yesterday spoke
poetry, engulfed
by halos of melancholy
and golden words
melting against the sunrise
hesitating, firefly kisses
pouring out of the one who knows
there is a light far more alive,
more beautiful than the sunrise…
a light, who continues to rise
forever as still as the cry
soundless and imagining
what it means to love – freely
to love, like we are meant to
to love, in every season
to love, because He has freed me
Oh, my Savior, never leave me
for it is You who completes me!
It is YOU who ascended –
so that I might remember…
that tree, its tender trembling
as You continue to win
souls who will always remember
what it is to love without end
what it means to be saved
what is love – it is brave enough
to hang on a cross, to say
“I Love you”… in the most amazing way!
Amongst the buttercups and daisies
Afore the early rising sun
Is where you’ll find wet fairy tears
Glistening on your lawn.
They lay as drips on blades of grass
They soak your shoes and feet
They’re where you’ve trampled once again
Then gone indoors to eat.
Then fairies they come out to play
And dance under the stars
And mischievous elves will prank around
While firefly drive like cars.
But when they see how much that we
Have damaged their small world
The fairy drops to ground and weeps
Their magic’s been unfurled.
The little dew drops gently left
Are fairy tears my friend
For with sun and magic of natures hand
Comes repair to make amend.
Be carful where you put your foot
A fairy might live and care
So be polite when you are asked
Keep off the grass walk there.
There is a kind, Someone like me
Waking up to 100 or no messages
And warm good morning from sun
Chirping birds welcomes the smile, coffee soothes the eye.
The white sky greets us in the noon
pen and diary await the moon
Our fingers run down the messy hair
Patting us, saying "you made it to another stair"
Silently we sit, giving words to thoughts
Sunkissed portrayed with moonlight and stars
We don't look and smile, but smile and look
Like the light twinkling at a distance
Shining with a gleam that changes constantly from bright to faint.
There is a kind, Someone like me
As colourful as the butterfly, glowing like a firefly
There is a kind, someone like me
As amazing as the art of Rome ,
As mild and sweet like the blue wine of Spain and
As bright as flowers of Amsterdam.
Finding happiness in French toast and pancakes
To breaking down amidst paper bits
There is a kind, someone like me
Learning and laughing through conventional mainstream
There is a kind, someone like me
Loving and dreaming of a land-of-milk-and-honey.
The Firefly as Metaphor
Walk in twilight
Among the flashings of fireflies
Reborn from the earth below,
From the base of tall plants, to dispel
The fears of darkness, as their
Surprising orange -quick blooms
Twinkle the night shadows
Into a joyful game of hide and seek.
“Oh, I see one! But, oh! Now gone!
...Where will it rise next?” Then next?
Just beyond reach.
But
The hope remains.
Seeking the light,
Given for the catching and...holding!
The firefly sits on my palm,
Tickling, blinking,
Winking open its wings,but settling
Back a second more
To send a further silent sighing
Of the music of its mere, yet overwhelming
Present joy of experience — there, for us
Only several
Baker’s dozen times in a life — rare enough
For the tales of this summer anticipation —
To see and hold fireflies —
To go on passed on generation to generation:
“Step here! Silent now...Watch!”
Scan into the taller, dew-gathering
Undergrowth of the pink azaleas and then
Like magic from under the yellow forsythia.
They will appear to the children’s delighted screams
And our own aged heart’s shouting out,
“Watch now! Any second! They will
Jump out to kiss the moon!
And you will catch their glowing flight.”
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(C) sally Young eslinger 12/16/2020
Oh, Thanks be to God
Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey,
A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice,
Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif,
Wee small hours plight
The rocks of his facade dispatched in ghost trains
for those ghoulish oil float gutters to imbibe,
Back street burden stray, schooled in fringe art fables,
Phantom kite chaser
Eerie street lights peer into an aimless soul,
Clouds of pea soup fog engulf his raw foot slink,
Firefly knotted angst or bilious grumble,
Trash can tummy fare
But still he ambles on, inner plagues in charge
as loafers from the underworld gawk and gape,
Pithy, a phased out coin for snow cap straggler,
dead of night orphan.
Date Poem Submitted : 19 th Of July 2020
Title : A Dark Underbelly
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Shadow dancing,
her heart stirs in the still
memories flood her
mind embraced by the journey
celebrations of love and life,
softly playing in soundless cries
still as the effervescence sparkling
on the seas, rushing to meet the beach
in noisy dreams, echoing through her breathless
heartbeats…
shadow dancing,
the sands erase the dreams
as silence feeds the memories
quenching the thirst of yesterday’s
peace flowing through the spirit
chasing away the firefly intentions
coloring the heart in beads of graceful
light, fading beyond the shadows
soothing the soul who remembers
a gentle touch, a kiss
the music of love – falling in whispers
shadow dancing,
bruised lavender thoughts,
quiet as the color blue,
soft and delicate, faded
beneath the caress of the sand
who leaves prints of pastel
pouring over the sea’s careful laugh
rising to meet the music from the past,
a story, a song poured from the life
who feeds off the joy, softly flowing
heaven’s rhymes, hallelujah
softly playing, an echo of insight…
shadow dancing,
weeping through each breath,
tears flowing, seeing what God’s sent
beyond the shores,
quietly falling – rain that sheds
dust, melting away the dread
hearts growing more alive with each prayer
His blessings fall over the spirit,
erasing the clinging pains
darkness grows, unspoken light
I’ll not forget…
shadow dancing,
where light lessens the ache
pouring out hope
through hesitant faith
brilliant images,
inspired by the strings
a guitar plays, stirring awake
the memories who say
what the dance must portray
a waltz of grace, a low soft praise
falling on the night
erasing the stories of what was
with the silhouette of a song,
playing soft, all night long
If a poet loves you, you will never die — you will remain a spell,
caught in his alphabet like a firefly trapped inside a glass jar,
your existence, in my mind, still burns today, like a flame without a hearth,
living proof that I am a poet, psychedelic, and that my love does not fade, does not grow sated.
I loved you so much that an entire ocean could gather into a single tear,
a spell poured into my veins, an elixir I keep drinking, never full,
I do not dwell in your soul, no, my ships never reached your harbor,
and my name does not reign in your dreams, like a king exiled, without a kingdom.
I am forced to admit, melancholic, like a secret written in ash:
either you never loved me, or the magic in you no longer writes, no longer weaves,
for only what is written stays alive, transformed into a star, into a precious stone,
and you left our love without a spell, without fire, without promise.
But I must give up that second possibility, bury it beneath enchanted ground,
for you go on scrawling, psychedelic, even in your sleep, unknown to anyone,
your hand keeps writing, in dreams, on the edge of night as if on living parchment —
so all that's left to me is the truth that burns me and undoes me.
You never loved me with a love written in fire and enchanted ink,
for a love that leaves no trace is only an illusion, smoke without a body,
I turned you into an immortal star, burning in my eternal verse,
while you, in your dreams, write the spell for someone else — not for my name, not for my longing.
A few notes on choices: I kept "vraja" as "spell" throughout since it's the poem's recurring motif, and rendered "nu se satura" as "does not grow sated" in spirit but simplified to "full" in the first stanza for rhythm. "Scrijele?ti" (a scratchy, almost carved kind of writing) became "scrawling" to keep that rougher texture against the more polished "writes" used elsewhere.
The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise
The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm firefly night
The melancholic song I'd never croon
Ten trillion stars, a shimmering chemise
Which cloaked the sky in sparkles green and red
Connected by the rays of golden thread
How could one tire, admiring nights like these?
Upon magnolia trees, blossoms were strewn
The nightingale heard his call and took flight
I might sit here until the morning light
Like days of old, these nights would make us swoon
We met at the crossroads
A border between us
Enjoying the chill in the air
Maple leaf whispers
Where no one could listen
Feelings our hearts longed to share
Poetic sunsets
In hibiscus shimmers
Dreams sent adrift on the sea
Firefly kisses
Alone in the twilight
So much in love, you and me
Then in a wind storm
The leaves began swirling
A cloud in the sky did appear
Blocking the sunlight
The warmth of our passion
Filling my body with fear
You started walking
A different direction
Down on my knees I just fell
No sense in praying
For you were my heaven
And now life for me became hell
Some days I wonder
Well, honestly always
If I ever cross through your mind
Do you remember
Our moments together
And all of the love we did find
We met at the crossroads
A border between us
That day I will never forget
But now I sit lonely
My poor heart is broken
Reliving the day that we met
When you look back, remembering us,
The way we were – in faded photographs,
Yesterday’s dreams like pieces of a puzzle
Pressed into the heart and soul, erasing
Melancholy and doubt, replacing the fears
With tenderness and even, at times, tears…
When you look back, reminiscing – pondering
On yesterday, when our paths crossed –
At first, just stars in the night, reflecting the light
Who trembles with hope, eager for the wonder
Of a feeling, a recognition between two hearts,
Two souls who see the joy, the smile, the knowing…
That comes from the memories, the dreamy-eyed
Celebrations of what once was our life, our yesterday
Secreted just beneath the moments, glistening
Like fireflies on the summer night, whispering inside,
Revealing the moments who shine so bright, tell-tale
Signs that we knew more than we thought we knew…
Our hearts, just two hearts who knew the beautiful
That comes from loving unconditionally,
With a love that is like light – falling across shadows,
Reassuring, comforting and gentle – achingly sentimental
When I look back, I see us and remember – feel the beautiful
That comes from knowing we knew the truth,
Love like this is a gift from heaven – love like this is so very special
Thank you, honey… for so many memories!
I loved you then and I love you today… more than I ever did!