Long Fleecy Poems
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Snow falling—
Falling.
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.
Snow falling—
Settling.
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the naked arms of nature
Bare of their green velvet capes.
Snow falling—
Drifting.
The spatula of wind
Smoothing mounds of marshmallow frosting
Billowy swirls
Of whipped immaculate splendor.
Snow falling—
Burying.
Obscuring the drab tired earth
Her deep wounds of time
Dissolving shadows of other seasons
That Spring may arise again.
As school children scurry to school
like the multi-colored leaves that will soon
be hurried along the roads by October winds,
we feel and we know
that a new season is upon us.
Stifling summer’s ardor, autumn almost seems
to hum a melancholy tune
as its breezes caress a multitude of trees,
and peaks of distant mountains are garlanded
by fleecy clouds in dawn’s gleaming light.
A new ardor of its own is brought by autumn
as trees become ablaze
with a rhapsody of colors -
vermillion, amber, rust, gold.
Apples red and green adorn orchards’ trees.
Sometimes at dusk we can see
when persimmon skies might fuse with terrain
as the sun descends
on rows upon rows of orange pumpkins,
round and lying lonely beneath the glow
of a luminous full moon.
Days crawl a bit faster
into lengthening cooling nights.
About midway through October,
an Indian summer may appear
to fulfill my sun-drenched dreams
before the season proceeds into November -
floating those last glowing days
away.
Frost touches down, and radiant leaves,
like small yellow finches or cardinals.
soar through the air one last time
before settling and eventually crumbling
onto ground growing dull and brown.
Oh, lovely autumn, may your bright days linger
until they pale.
Please, autumn, let winter stall before we fall
into its cold clasp.
Are they whipped white milky cream
Sprinkled from heaven - or
Chunks of white cotton wool that
Reflect and gleam twilight rays
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Through a shimmer of orange
Are they a host of graceful angels
In satin white frilled gowns
Hovering around shining bright
Drifting in delicate glide
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the bright serene sky
Are they a herd of white bunnies
Fluffy and soft, bobbing around
Scattering and wandering playfully
Scurrying and hurrying
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Across the bold blue sky
Are they a colony of white and grey seagulls
Swooping and circling restlessly
At the looming of a storm
Whirling and swirling
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the dark blue overcast sky
Date: 05/12/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
'Say It Again' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
The hum of nature amid the trees
echoes quietly in gentle breeze,
swaying the branches as falling leaves
skim happily over rippled seas.
I would call this paradise on earth,
where peace and tranquility are worth
all the riches and buckets of gold,
more than two hands and both arms could hold.
The papery bark provides a home,
for tiny creatures to work and roam,
using their skills to shelter from rain,
replenishing soils, time and again.
Distant wolves howl out aloud,
a graceful hawk glides past a fleecy cloud,
as sun's reflections shimmer and dance,
and glowing eyes skillfully glance
across the waters, blue as the skies,
while drifting fish are caught by surprise;
and the hum of nature fills the air,
peace and serenity are everywhere.
Paradise on earth, I call this place
surrounded by nature, face to face.
There's so much beauty here to be found,
if we open eyes and look around.
Let me 'neath fleecy clouds be. For spring is here.
God's creation all for me. For spring is here.
So many glorious gardens to admire,
Clematis attracts a bee. For spring is here.
Aubrietia produced in profusion,
Scented Daphne in valley. For spring is here.
Up in the mountains, veiled with alpine flora,
Wild primrose and rosemary. For spring is here.
Orioles and robins lured by blush cherries,
Magnolias so airy. For spring is here.
But there on the calm wide seas, racing dinghies
Ketches, sloops sail to the quay. For spring is here.
Oh man, what's that I hear, someone is sneezing?
Hay fever? Or allergy? For spring is here.
11 syllables per line.
11 September 2020
Ghazal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
The grandeur of a majestic mountain
standing proud against the horizon
with its snow-capped peak
enveloped in fleecy white clouds
against a clear azure blue sky
The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia
towering above the surrounding vegetation
being the largest living thing on earth
its massive trunk over thirty feet wide
with its gnarled rugged beauty
The wondrous artistry of the setting sun
edging the darkened clouds with silver linings
and painting the evening sky
in brilliant colours of the rainbow
mirrored on the ocean's surface below
The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night
with jagged bolts of lightning
that split the darkness
and light up the surroundings
with blinding dazzling intensity
The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall
cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury
smashing into the water below
creating mists of water droplets
that transform the sunlight into a rainbow
A silken gray pathway
For fleecy clouds to roam.
A single star called Sun
To smile down on our home.
These all were made, to say
To we who live below;
To us, the breathing dust:
“You’re not alone. ”
A tiny sparrow died.
Somewhere, sometime today.
She’s fallen from the sky,
Yet- just a prayer away.
These all were made, to say
To we, alive below;
To us the breathing dust:
“You’re not alone.”
A million little sparrows
heaped high could not compare
to one immortal soul
Within His perfect care.
These all were made, to say
To we, alive below;
To us the breathing dust,
“You’re not alone.”
A fleecy cloud, a sun
anchored, in Heaven high
remind us there is One
Who beholds us with His eye.
To you, His breathing dust:
“You’re not alone.”
Form:
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
A paradise of perpetual peace.
No sleaze. .no struggle. .
no murk. .no malice.
Glaciers in river of honey embellish.
Verdant meadows in fleecy breeze.
Chandeliers, candles and roses thereupon...
No din. .no haze. .only stars..
aeon after aeon...
Angels adorned in layers of chiffon.
Sonata in sync with an eclectic lawn.
The kingdom of God. .marriages are made .. blueprint for babies. .
so ardent we prayed.
Hillocks and forests of sombre shade...
Chant of incarnation. .some sounds fade. ..
A beacon of light. ..
A stairway to the gate. .
The mirage of heaven? ?
Realities wait. .....
09/07/2018
'Describe heaven' contest by
Faraz Ajmal
Never part in fierce anger, my friend.
Life is so short, let love be your end.
Anger is just a cluster of cold thunderstorms,
Let love be a show from various platforms.
For anger like storms are dark, black and sinister,
Rather than pour down soothing feelings like a minister,
That calms the turbulence of your soul
And compassion will your heart control.
Like fleecy clouds that send a quiet drizzle.
Anger uncontrolled will bring a sizzle,
Penetrate your adversary with rapture,
Purify and heartfelt emotions capture.
Remember only the sweetness you seasoned,
Forget the past and as you reasoned,
Hug and kiss and share your joys,
Let us be men and not silly boys,
Piece your whole peaceful life,
Do not let anything that reeks of strife.
Thus you'll patch your love, all is not as it seems
That fate might have shattered your dreams.