Long Fireworks Poems
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A Thursday afternoon—rain tapping its fingers
against the glass, impatient, like the aching in my ribs,
the one I could not name.
Write down four small wins for thirty days, the DJ said.
No fireworks, no epiphanies—just the whisper
of something lighter than a promise.
Day One: I watched the steam rising from my coffee,
the way it curled like a question mark. A win for patience.
Day Seven: I noticed the barista remembered my order.
A victory, small as a sugar cube, but it dissolved sweet on my tongue.
Day Fifteen: Rain again, but this time I opened the window,
let the damp air press its forehead to mine.
A win—feeling the weather, not just enduring it.
Day Thirty: The unnamed ache hadn’t vanished,
but now it shared the room with other things~
a handful of glinting, ordinary moments
I’d gathered like scattered coins,
enough to buy back a little of the light.
This recently happened to me.
I didn’t recover very well from it.
I just sat there
naked,
embarrassed,
while
while my partner got dressed
and walked out on me.
She was shaking her head
in disbelief on the way out.
Here is what happened.
We are in the throes of
mad
passionate
love making.
I am twisted up like a pretzel
with my tongue here,
my fingers there,
really excited,
in fact
my
you know what
was harder
than Chinese mathematics.
I mean my tongue is doing a Spanish Tango
my fingers the Watusi
my center an African Tribal Dance
and when I say African Tribal Dance
I mean my ass
is shaking like a belly dancer
with a vibrator up her ass.
I could hear that sharp female voice
yelling like a soprano in an Italian Opera
and she’s yelling too
but with that deep voice of hers
like a banshee out of hell.
Oh no, oh no,
oh yes oh yes,
oh oh oh oh...
then suddenly
like fireworks on the fourth of July
boom...boom, boom, boom, boom...
she goes.
Then
I do it
at the peak of ******
I do it.
I really blow it.
No pun intended.
Instead of...
I mean we've all done it...
instead of saying her name
At the peak of ******
I yell out
my own name!
09~11~2014
Knuckle Head Yvonne
Stars are flashing jewels of light
worn by angels, dripping sparkles
that hover within nights’ indigo skies.
Each stellar star is a heavenly diamond
carefully cut and crafted by the hand of God
cradled and held, as unique as a fingerprint
marking the lines of space and time.
Creator God set the stars in their courses
He knows each one by name
a shooting star rises, flares and bursts
it crescendos like fleeting fireworks
another star is set to become a part
of an interstellar constellation.
Every star is orchestrated to appear
within its own designated stanza
whether in a bright, intense chorus
or a quiet, wistful solo
each star has its unique pattern
and each star is a radiant reflection
of the majestic glory of God.
A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us
Halloween ghouls to the door
The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows,
winds blow cold with a roar
and puddles they widen
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go
for the leaves we must rake
So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves
For Christmas approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst
Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring
Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.
I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. I can say that with aplomb
I wore a blue brocade tux with a top hat and cane to my junior/senior prom.
I once let a beautician curl my hair...now that was really astute!
I thought a curly head of hair would do wonders for my new blue leisure suit.
She said a perm would make my baldness seem fuller and my love life it would prolong.
When it was over it took but one look in the mirror to know that she was wrong.
My hair looked like a rebellious Brillo pad and I’m not being indiscreet
when I say the only female attracted to me was a French Poodle down the street!
In college while out drinking with friends I pretty much sealed my fate
when I cozied up to a pretty cheerleader and asked her for a date.
Was it the alcohol or was it love that made me forget I’d have to contend
With her boyfriend…sitting next to her…
was he the quarterback or a tight end?
I don’t remember, but I know my distilled confidence made me feel bold and brave and brash.
What happened next is a bit of a blur...
I woke up face down in the trash.
The point here is we all make mistakes
they await us around every turn.
We shouldn’t be afraid to make them
because from them we’ve so much to learn.
Without mistakes we wouldn’t have the chocolate chip cookies so many of us crave.
The slinky would have never been invented...
no post it notes or microwaves.
There would be no penicillin,
no fireworks would ever be seen.
Without mistakes we’d see a straight tower in Pisa
and miss that beautiful lean.
We will try and fail many times in our life,
sometimes we’ll crash...
sometimes we’ll fly
but the biggest mistake we will ever make...
is when we fail to even try.
True I didn’t get a date with the cheerleader
but I still remember to this day
Her smile and that wink she gave me
as her huge boyfriend dragged me away.
I remember that moment with fondness...
I know as a couple we would have been cute.
She, the beautiful cheerleader,
and me in my blue leisure suit.
I held the leash like it was sacred,
I warned that she spooked easy.
He knelt down slowly, extended his hand
like a priest offering sacrament
to a god built from nerves and ribs.
He said good girl too fast.
She bit down to the bone,
drained the smugness from his face—
he earned it, the wound. The scar
would preach a gospel he'd finally believe in.
Now, when he reaches for warmth,
it's with permission. His hand flinches
even when it's safe. The nerves
didn’t come back right, fireworks
in reverse: a cold bloom,
then nothing good.
Still—
there’s a kind of comfort
in knowing how easily a creature
can taste the air and understand
they're not safe,
sense they're being lied to.
And now, I should say,
Beware—
I'm a lot like that.
The sun constantly light flickers through the air and brighten up long nights
The summer carnations were Gods flower for the Greeks
They bloom earlier than most other species
A delight to the eye throughout the summer
Midsummer night - Midsummer Celebration 23rd and 24th June
A dear child has many names it is said,
and Midsummer night is no exception
Across Norway celebrated it with large fires
Some placed a rag doll on top of the fire
The witches burnt this night
Dance, music, porridge and flower garlands with carnations
Barbeque, Norwegian strawberries and fireworks all night
If a young girl picks seven or nine various mode herbs that night,
and put them under the pillow, she would dream of her future husband
- 03.06.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
We have fed, wooed, wined and dined a stray dog for two days.
My husband Joe, who is a sucker for dogs, named him Brownie.
This stray, Brownie loved our dog Buddy and Buddy loved him.
Buddy kept inviting him into the house by way of doggy door.
Social media helped us help Brownie find his owner yesterday.
He was a pit bull, and his name is Blue. I was scared of him.
His owners collected him at ten o’clock last night.
Another good neighbor came down and corralled him for me.
Buddy spent all day today looking for his friend.
I finally told Buddy that Brownie had found his Mommy.
I think he understood because he settled down after that.
Blue had broken his chain during those danged fireworks.
your lips upon mine
staring at the clock
reaching the end of the line
been waiting all day
to unlock this feeling so divine
walk through the door
a warm embrace by your smile
the animal inside, anxious to soar
your body against mine, makes me wild
angelic skin and devilish eyes
making our way to Eden, clothes scattered on the floor
never been so in love with a woman like you before.
the passion escalates
our souls vibrate
the softness of your whispers recreate
the fireworks from our first date
i fear not to rise
for my desire to climb
will leave you breathless
like the first time your lips touched mine
She renders me unstable,
A force too wild to cradle.
Her laughter cascades,
Like untamed hair upon my chest,
Each word a dagger, sharp and true,
Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too.
She throws her head back,
And my world dissolves,
A riot of mirth only time absolves.
A burst of fireworks, bright and wild,
She ravages my soul, both fierce and unfiled.
Unashamed, she tips the scale,
My reason frays, my senses fail.
Her passion roars, a flame untamed,
An endless hunger I cannot name.
She crashes like tides that never recede,
A tempest feeding my boundless need.
Raw and relentless, she tears me apart,
Unraveling threads that bind my heart.
Her scent lingers, a maddening snare,
A whisper of chaos woven in air.
Madness blooms in her tangled mind,
A force too vast for time to bind.
Her face, a timeless grace,
Galaxies bloom within her gaze.
She walks as though the stars conspire,
To leave a path of eternal fire.
She shakes my world, her tempest reigns,
Glee and destruction in her wake remain.
And as I plunge into the swell,
I’m lost to her, a willing farewell.