Long Flints Poems
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Bright stars sky finds foul aroma a pure honey
from the tangled dreadlocks proposing to a turncoat
with glowing paradise briefing exotic money
forgetting loyalty has always been a great antidote
for trying situations are never retiring
unless you stopped drawing on graph of aspirations aspiring
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Dark sky spills the pungent heartbreak swelter to breathe despair
on the field laced with sweet disappointment
owing to the dim stars sky's experience and cheer
without fear to hope such will ever be cum appointment
the delicious sift of body shift in and out of euphoria
drifting warm and cold between fingers and toes of Victoria
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
White sky flints senses of pure cloudy visions
gearing purity, nevertheless, there is still a black view
somewhat simply showcasing life's true representations
out of a blue-bright sampling clue
Show me the beauty of any nature's wonder
without the God's changing hand polished off blunder
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Keep me unique and dynamic like nature's natural quality
Which never at any change, of frivolity
Amen!
Snow fairy awakens from her sleep
In a garden frosted in silver
By a black flowing river
Hair of cerulean blue
A gown of snow-white silk
She flints on gossamer wings bathed in milk
Perching on a petal beneath
Crystal shards shimmering
In the velvet gloaming
Longing for a sweetheart
Strong, valiant and true
Who'll chase away her melancholy blues
Her song is rich in sad pathos
With questions that are unpredictable
And answers quite unbelievable
She seeks the sacred sweet elixir
She'll pass where crying is nevermore
And sleep in the realms of rest forevermore
8/13/2017
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Eight word challenge-3
Blest with wondrous color delight
Fall majestically stands out
Thanking God* midst nature’s praise-shout.
Autumn’s glow does capture spotlight
Exposing iridescent tints
Golden leaves beyond orange flints.
Foliage radiates great sight
Inspiring artists to blend hues
Shades of red, brown, green, yellow views.
Amidst sunset bursts, fiercely bright
Poets triumph with hopeful bliss
Resplendent scene heart cannot miss.
Propelling grand celestial flight
Autumn highlights beauteous chrome
As soul departs for heaven-home.
Blest with wondrous color delight
Autumn’s glow does capture spotlight
Foliage radiates great sight
Amidst sunset bursts, fiercely bright
Propelling grand celestial flight.
*Psalm 106:2 Who can utter the mighty acts of the LORD? Who can shew forth all his praise.
October 9, 2022
1st place, "In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney; judged on 10/21/2022.
It is the longest night.
We tread gently through the wood,
Feather moss and beech leaves
Amber soft under foot
Dampen and muffle the rustle of our winter coats.
There's a snap of the twig
And a flutter of woodpigeons lift,
As if applauding the return of the sun.
We watched them fly
Through the crackled glaze of bare branches -
“As our lanterns burn bright,
Our feet seek safe ground.”
We bow low to the Holly,
King of the winter,
Bejewelled with berries and crowned in thorns,
Hosting a chiming of wrens,
Who herald our journeying
In bursts of sing-song -
“Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Onward through the valley
We step into the footprints of darklings,
Deer, fox and badger.
Cross pilgrim paths where flints glint,
As if iridescent tiny tombstones
For the butterflies and dragonflies of summers long passed.
“Our lanterns shine bright,
Our feet find safe ground,
We walk without fear
In the dark all around.”
At the heart of the wood
We gather near the great oak,
And together we light a fire.
Watch as ribbons of flame
Caught from flashes of sparks,
Illuminate our faces in the cinder glow of midwinter.
Alongside us, pixie-cup lichens wassail a promise of spring
An oath as unbreakable as our human cups of plastic and tin.
With mulled apples, honeyed and spiced
We welcome light in.
Feast upon pastries of fruits in a marzipan of delights.
Feeling blessed with good cheer,
We start the new year.
Driving home in the car,
From the road I see stars of wonder.
I see trees a-glisten with tinsel.
Windows lit golden under twinkling eaves.
I am sure I can hear, and the wind whispers, “listen”
As I opened the door,
An echo once more, held soft in the still of night –
“May your light shine bright,
May your feet walk safe ground,
May you seek without fear,
May you like what you found.
Stay near to each other,
Offer comfort and cheer,
Come back to the woods,
Each solstice, each year.”
I was travelling. I still am, but
once upon a time I was on my way through
a particular place. It was north of Wantage
that I stopped and stepped out
of my car to survey a white
canyon.
They'd been cutting through the chalk,
the power of human engineering on a grand scale,
near the beginning of motorway evolution;
making a straight way for mankind.
I wondered at all the remains of creatures
living how many years ago? that made this dead chalk.
Scattered around were broken flints.
This one
drew my eye. A survivor, almost unscathed.
Its curves record a once fluid form, speaking
of the heat of creation, of powerful forces still at work
destroying and re-creating, volcanoes, earthquakes, after shocks...
How small the scratches of human engineering.
I picked it up and took it on my journey.
Is it mine?
No, it's His:
Creator of me.
I refer to Him in wonder.
Frail and intricate, I pass by and hold
this particular survivor.
When my travelling's done and the traffic thunders on
relentless and forgetful of the place,
this flint will remain wherever,
still.
Her eyes were like sparkling emeralds
Her smile could ignite flints into a fire
Her touch sent him wild with longings
His need for her a constant thrumming
When they were together all was fargat
Teasing and cheerings their daily ordeal
Yet he called her siz and she with a wink
Responde yes dear bro I miss you so so
They were stuck in a neat loving stack
The cards fate had dealt them inextricable
Those in the know with raised eyes then
Said in conspiratal tone.. the two are lovers
But in truth it's a friend zone they are in
Eternally testing the limits of their affection
Ideally choosing not to break their love
Choosing to sit crosslegged on a fence
Charm and love daily accusing the two..