Long Flitter Poems
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How many times did I gaze on thy face
In mine daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
Before night lapse in dank vesture of lace.
Mine wane smile died with memories dear sir.
Whiff scent of nature's breath upon mine cheeks
Unfurl the substance in mine trouble soul.
Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole.
Brush flitter, around musical full score
Ivory fingers purposeless upon
My ebony frame, asking for much more,
Sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
Eternal sunshine that was mine, a force
That's still mine total joy, but night's remorse.
1/31/2020
A Sonnet True Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
I squeeze in on the horse’s side,
spurring the mustang to a trot,
he makes his way on this trail ride,
up a hill to a sunny spot.
Three others are along with me,
two strangers and guide, the owner,
there blows a subtle, cooling breeze,
the guide cracks a joke, a groaner.
We reach a fine, sweeping view-point,
the Catskills roll out to the south,
my horse is acting out-of-joint,
grasps some undergrowth in his mouth.
Lift his head so he gets no more,
shouldn’t be eating with his bit,
then shift my weight, my legs are sore,
tomorrow I will pay for this.
But right now I don’t really care,
in fact I’d rather like to stay,
back of a horse, good for the soul,
to use a Churchill paraphrase.
We ride down, the rhythmic motion
always puts me into a trance,
come to a flat, wish I could run,
but I don’t think I’ll get the chance.
The strangers are new to riding,
they’re awkward just sitting up straight,
if the horses went a-flying
they’d be tossed clear off from the gait.
Work our way through a big spruce wave,
birds flitter about in the boughs,
enter a field with fresh-cut hay,
scattered in bales across the ground.
Leisurely through a high ravine,
where shadows fall upon our face,
looks kind of like a spooky dream,
a dark, moss-bound, and haunted place.
A deer looks up from where he feeds,
cocks his head, looking all confused,
the smell of human, he should flee!
But then they smell like horses too?
Pass him by, then ride ‘round a curve,
I can see a familiar barn,
guide says,”Now, it’s back to the world,”
as I look to my beat-up car.
I frown at the sight of hard steel,
these rides never seem all that long,
sorely tempted to kick my heels,
take the horse, keep ambling on…
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love;
the pounding of drums as your name lingers
on mine own lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
most wonders touch swirl round mine own fingers
yearning the music, I choose not to lose.
how many times did I gaze on thy face?
in mine own daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
before then night lapse in dank vesture of lace
mine wane smile died, with memories dear sir.
brush flitter, round musical full score.
ivory fingers purposeless upon
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
my ebony frame, asking for much more,
sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
now I still steal, moments taking pleasure,
devouring the air that waltz around me,
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
wisp of earth fragrant charm I treasure,
staring at the heaven it uses to be
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
5/14/2021
'Say It Again' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
They flitter and flirt. They flutter, and I have to take an extra close look.
Are they faeries, brownies, butterflies, bees, dragonflies or what?
They are similar in a lot of ways and they all land on flowers.
Tiny blue moths languish on the timber I put into my fire pit.
It has been stacked for a while, and I marvel that they flit in and out
with such happiness about a bunch of old wood.
Yellow and white butterflies flutter around the marigolds,
making a big fuss of them, and honeybees and bumblebees take turns
pollinating the soft fuzzy lamb’s ear, that is so velvety to the touch.
Dragonflies arrive in July, but not many days before.
Their beveled wings capture my imagination; I have tried to draw them.
But no painting has done their daintiness justice.
Hummingbirds have a special connection with my garden.
When I think “I wish I could see a hummingbird” one always appears.
I am not surprised, being as in touch with garden faeries and gnomes as I am.
The place where your butterflies flitter
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream,
the dew from life's vessels,
perspirant milk of purity honey-
Bursting from out of the seams.
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat,
pillar of change,
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant, source of inspirationing,
constantly in ironys schemes.
Vacation on vocational vexillology,
Vocation-vacationing
in the spring.
I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring.
A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond.
But never in singularity.
Never reeling, never changing.
Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity.
A Carrier to Carry-On.
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
On the frigid wings of the northern wind
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clearing haze from shore of sky’s misty mind,
songs of robin bring life on canvas grey.
On emerald donned meadow of grass new,
spectrum from sunburst sky horizon flings.
In sparkling dress dawn drapes grass crowned with dew,
nature spreads tinsel tapestry of spring.
On satin leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with crescendo of color petals dance.
Zephyr ripples fragrance on mellow flow,
butterflies flitter on its tune of trance.
I bask in bliss of beauty nature brings,
thank God for gifting one more treasured spring.
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February 28, 2021
Contest : Breath Of Spring
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Cape of the hoot owl lays across his shoulders,
He blew in on the wings of the mystical North Wind.
We stand stoically at our Scottish ancestral boulders,
As our majesty searches for his missing birthright twin.
Understanding this king has eagle-like magical power,
I answer his consort’s questions briefly, one way or another.
Some flee for the woods at the eleventh hour.
I stand my ground, recognizing my womb separated brother.
He turns and glances into my eye but one brief glimmer bit.
I quickly look away, not wanting my life to change in the least.
They leave us to our butterflies and faeries that flitter and flit.
I begin to think his reputation is wrong, he is not bad beast.
Light shines upon his face, the warmth embraces him.
Reflections of the past flash upon his eyes, all the good with the bad.
Flickers of the future he desires flitter in and out of view.
Paths stretch out, endless roads to travel.
The wind bites his face as he looks upon the journey ahead.
He knows no obstacle can stop him, unless he allows it.
Choice has been made, destination selected.
Forward.
The only way to go, up, forge ahead, don't look back.
Hands of memories grip his arms, trying to hold him in place.
Insecurities grab upon his legs, trying to root him down.
Why's and hows wrap around his torso, as to paralyze him.
One foot in front of the other. Look up to the sky. He is with you.
Overcome the challenge, move with reason. Move with purpose.
Carry the flame, find salvation.
Break the chains placed upon you, by you.
You are loved. You are strong. You are enough.
On the frigid wings of the northern wind,
winter bird with feeble plume flies, gets lost,
sweeps the shroud from shore of skies’ misty mind,
robins’ song brings frozen life out of frost.
Splintered brown ground dons olive veneer new,
spectrum of hues the sunburst blue skies fling,
bright morning constructs crown with gems of dew,
scenery is spun with sequins of spring.
The silken green boughs hold blooming buds’ glow,
with color crescendo their sheen gets hewn.
Zephyr ripples the scent in mellow flow,
butterflies flitter on whispering tune.
Milieu’s fine glory tinged splendors bring,
resurrect the gorgeous fresco of spring.