Long Flights Poems
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Amidst the urban sprawl of concrete and steel, Where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows real, We find ourselves drawn to the lake's gentle shore, A tranquil oasis from the city's frantic roar.
Our indulgence begins with first-class flights, Gazing out at clouds from seats of velvet delights, Arriving with time to spare, we embark on a spree, First stopping at the dollar tree's bins of glee.
Rows of trinkets and baubles in every hue, We fill our bags till the handles start to goo, Next, Walmart beckons with its all-night glow, Shelves stacked high with essentials for our sojourn to show.
Hotel rooms await, with two options to choose, Each stocked for a night of pleasure, love, and muse, Dinner calls at Twin Peaks, a retro joint of fame, Where 29 degrees beer flows like a dopamine stream.
Our dessert-loving lover savoring each spoonful bite, Eyes alight with mischief, ready for a night of delight, Condoms within easy reach, a sly wink and a grin, The room's electric energy pulses, a rhythm to begin.
African beats and love songs mingle in the air, As our bodies sway and move, no care, no despair, The night's a symphony of passion, of love so true, Two hearts beating as one, in a room that's rocking anew.
So let the city sleep, its noise and chaos fade, For in this moment, we're lost in a lovers' paradise made, By the lake's serene gaze, the beats, and the beer so cold, In this urban Eden, our hearts are forever to hold.
In twilight, riding the soft winds so slight
Above peaks, about to cradle the stars,
Two avian are flights' whispers of light
Flowing gentle, where the horizon bars
Tracing the lovers; a "V" shape crescent,
Her wingman steadfast, bright and bold his grace,
With feathers aglow, in a hush unbent,
A dance of the heart, in love's warm embrace
Spectating flowers in awe grow below,
Shadows long, they extend to each their wing,
They glide on breezes, where soft rivers flow,
Not fall birds of prey, but the songs of spring
With each graceful turn, they map out the skies,
In harmony's notes, upon sun-lights beams,
A journey unfolds, where their wild hope lies,
Elegant like silk, within looming dreams
In twilight, riding the soft winds so slight
Flowing gentle, where the horizon bars
Trumpets of purity, dressed in all white,
Two swans in flight are the whispers of light
so this is the way the night tastes...
looking back I couldn't tell,
in pencil at the beginning
worn flights of steps, from before the war
smaller, until they were gone
but in the mirror, my hands
gold rims, bare here and there
out of an echo, knowing
not long after
flecked with red, blue in the depths, and polished...
I see clearly all the pieces of the flower
it was late when we started
plates stacked on shelves
next to the questions
one at a time
once there was a horizon
no color except for gray
at a perfect distance from each other
almost a thousand years later
almost in plain sight
in the summer fields waiting
it would climb up as a shadow
we planned to wait
and to whatever is still standing
the eggshell of light before dark
what was there before
remained closed on its own
along the ridge of the barn roof
only she had forgotten her name
a dried branch of bittersweet
lace on drop-leaf tables
I could not remember
part memory, part distance
leading me to the lake shore
invisible under the hood
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Inspired By Charlotte's Contest: "Cut-up/Collage Poems"
and randomly "snipped" from a book by W.S. Merwin
2/27/14
Precious bluebird, here alone
I think of you, my thoughts then roam
On flights of fancy there I go
Exotic places I don't know
But everywhere my flight does land
There's turquoise water, powdered sand
And there I make a place for you
And look across that ocean blue
I strain my eyes across the vast
My coordinates to you I cast
And hope to see your sail one day
Approaching me to always stay
Your every want, your every need
Here on earth I'd try to feed
And if I couldn't what I'd do
Is I would play guitar for you
It's my way of giving me
Pure and open, all for free
Its value isn't tangible
But my love is infrangible
It's solid, real, and will be there
For all my life for you I'll care
And wait and hope the day will come
When separate hearts can beat as one
On a nameless night, under a sky sprinkled with extinguished stars,
Thoughts trickle like oil in the engine of an old dream,
And I, a lost acrobat, sway on the thin thread of life,
Trying to grasp in my palms the essence of a world that smolders quietly.
You don't have to write to feel poetry in your veins,
It's there, in the smell of gasoline and the smoke rising to the sky,
In the eyes of the one who fills tanks with untold stories,
A poet without words, dancing among car queues and time.
I am an artist of the trapeze, not fitting into molds,
With my heart suspended between a yesterday and an uncertain tomorrow,
Each leap a long verse, each catch a moment of grace,
For between falls and flights, true poetry is born.
So, in the silence of the night, among ticking engines,
I wonder, who am I to name my art?
A trapeze artist of destiny, a dreamer in the shadow of light,
Or perhaps just a soul that knows how to breathe poetry without words.
“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows”
wake up
shake up
kaleidoscope girl
jigsaw
see saw
fit the pieces
she
another world
away
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
time’s racing
discharge fear
or remain
feathers spreading
in the realm
of crows
poetic
messengers
casting their spells
for opening
tombs turning
dead leaves to tomes
in the crowded hideaway
where shorthand, fixed tight to masts,
swings suspended for transcribing
dark nights,
where soft and fierce
treasure dwells
feathers spreading
cunning cuneiform for ghosts
who speak in tongues
transformative
strange letters
unfurling
spreading
deep indigo and
jesserant jet feathers
swords and keys
for plundering
and opening
impromptu places
mysterious better nests
for hidden golden eggs
broken yoked,
freed
spilling silver spoons,
curl love drunk
into warm skinned
velvet embryos
hugging new bodies
of work, slick palaces
for bedding
better never-endings
never ending,
electric muses
flocked
and kissing
sated singing
dreams
in the realm
of crows
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
bejewelled St Elmo
phoenix fire stories lit, to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
astral charting
glossy winged stars
albatross angels
waxing lyrical
follies and flights
ignited, illuminating
phoenix dreams
in the realm
of crows
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Hideaway”/ Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/2dcbcic06vw
"Let It Happen" / Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/NMRhx71bGo4
"Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control"/Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/C1VelTQ3hdY
Crow Symbolism
https://www.onthefeeder.com/crow-symbolism/
LYRICS/ “Hideaway”, Queens of the Stone Age
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queensofthestoneage/hideaway.html
LYRICS/"Let It Happen", Tame Impala
https://genius.com/Tame-impala-let-it-happen-lyrics
In thanks to all who have supported my contest! It's been a wonderful time reading your
rhymes and I still, don't know how I will ever pick between them. All brilliant as the
Poets You Are. Thank you again my friends! :)
Solfege...
A song of Write.
Fresh as the sage
SO lovely in page
In the RAys of the sun
A Me come from
So FAAa aWay!S ......... you say?
Of the pen on the mendbend.ing?
Yes! Splendid! And so it shall Be
Come one and all to the blend.ing!
Hear the call of my friend.and
Join us. :) as we play.
do little dear, a female hear,
Re a little bit of Meee, my o'my!
I'm upside down, FAl so much
how can I seeeee? SOL A lite
it is so bright! Stand.ing upside
in fliiiight, di, ri, fish, is what I
wish, as a dish for my TVeee
siT, be,li,Ve and so te.he
I LAF sofa!, so does he
se es me there! fe et in the air,
RA! I am myself. todaaay.
Play!..... In The Love.
Tune in and Write something. :)
I say, it is the day for writing
rhymes of time in song and
friends enjoy enjoy this
merry little tune. Write about
your bits and bytes flights
and sights from hear to the
Moon as we aim to be a joyous
chorus of hear we sing
in.and for a good deed.
~I call it a smile. Spread it.
Like a great ;pb&j
~Thanks to my love for the wiki~
In music, solfège (pronounced /'so?lf??/, also called solfeggio, sol-fa, or solfa) is a
pedagogical solmization technique for the teaching of sight-singing in which each note of
the score is sung to a special syllable, called a solfège syllable (or "sol-fa syllable").
The seven syllables normally used for this practice in English-speaking countries are: do,
re, mi, fa, sol, la, and ti (with a chromatic scale of ascending di, ri, fi, si, li and
descending te, le, se, me, ra).
AND...
Synoptic Optical Long-term Investigations of the Sun is (SOLIS)... just for fun. ;)
Form:
I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I find my solace, my sanctuary. My words flow unencumbered, liberated from the constraints of syllabic patterns and predictable cadences.
I weave my tapestry of thoughts and emotions in a symphony of language, where rhythm emerges from the ebb and flow of ideas. Each sentence dances to its own melody, painting vivid images upon the canvas of imagination. There is no predetermined structure to confine my thoughts; they wander freely, exploring the depths of human experience.
Inspiration finds me in the subtlest of moments, when the world whispers its secrets in hushed tones. I am captivated by the delicate dance of sunlight upon dew-kissed petals, by the ethereal stillness of a moonlit night. Nature, with all its wonders and mysteries, becomes my muse as I wander in meadows and traverse the shores of my own consciousness.
Imagination becomes my compass as I embark on flights of fancy, unearthing hidden truths and breathing life into the intangible. I am the architect of worlds, the weaver of dreams. With each written word, I conjure realms of beauty and chaos, of joy and sorrow, bridging the gap between reality and the realms of the unseen.
In this realm of unstructured verse, I find a refuge from the clamour of the modern world. Here, time stands still, and the weight of expectation dissipates. I embrace the elegance of the old-fashioned, where sentiment is expressed with grace, and meaning is derived from the subtleties of language.
Through this medium, I seek to illuminate the world, to celebrate the beauty of raw expression. In each sentence, a story unfolds, a myriad of emotions intermingling. I surrender to the currents of inspiration, allowing them to guide me as I navigate this vast expanse of untamed verse.
I am also a prose poet, unbound by the constraints of rhyme, embracing the fluidity of language.
end part two
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Best For Last
We bare our souls capriciously exposed,
O'er a chronology gift long ago,
Humbly traipse fortuitous hearts composed,
Traverse fragmented biannual flow.
Oblique drifts of periodical moons,
Guide our latter half just as earned before,
Nature flights of triangular formed loons,
As seasonal exchange caused them to soar.
From color-filled picturesque scenery,
To monochromatic impassiveness,
Passage midst creation and synergy,
Intimates harmonious timeliness.
Clock fades crucial seconds tempts to outlast,
As time wane merging thoughts holding our past.
2019 December 14
*3rd Place*
Your best sonnet July-December 2019
~~John Hamilton
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SPECIAL 10,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
The thought of you taking lives....
Your very existence angers me, angers us...
Causing people to lose their jobs,
So unfair and unjust.
I can't stand you.
You consume my spirit with rage....
I wish you were an actual person,
I could tear apart in a steel cage.
We can't even clear our throats,
without someone jumping the gun....
Because of you being here, all around,
Life is miserable for everyone....
I hate you, Coronavirus.
I hate everything about you....
I hate that you're killing innocent people....
The though of you makes me sick....
One cough.... one sneeze....
And you're easy to catch.
Go away.... back to where you came from....
Go back to the depths of nowhere....
Go back to the lowest areas of nothingness.
You're not welcome here....
All you've done is strike people with fear.
Toilet paper out of stock,
employees laid off....
You're as annoying as a collector,
nagging for a debt to be paid off.
You've caused cancelled flights,
cancelled games, and everyone is irate....
Thanks to you being present,
WrestleMania had to relocate.
You make me sick....
Go away, Coronavirus....
Go away....