Long Floor Poems
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NOT BASELESS IS
Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul
By Aaron Davis
Not voiceless is the ocean's roar, crescendo notes rise off the floor
it all comes waving on the shore, rising up to meet me at the door
I'm sure that there are treble clefs and flats but heh! what I adore,
is when Maestro strikes a pose, it makes my soul, begin to roar.
By Mystic Rose
Ode to my cat Stormy
She is my alarm clock
Waking me earl
When she hears the plough
To clear the deep snow
She jumps on my bed
Looks out the window
To see what is there
Then jumps to the floor
To lay on my be
Stormy makes me laugh
She makes me smile
She cheers me up
When I am upset
Stormy is vocal
Stormy announces
Everywhere she goes
She meowed loudly
She was in the basement
She was in darkness
I followed her sound
She was telling me
She was in darkness
I went down the stairs
I turned on the lights
I went downstairs
I saw her pawing
For a favourite toy
That was out of reach
To reach for her toy
A naked bleakness dressed with sparkling stars,
Dance sweetly taffaria fairies wands,
Auburn burnish Terra foundation scars,
Strewn light rods frock poise for their eager bonds.
Savor sparked light, plated of painted blends,
Generous crops hatched for harvesters pluck,
Heap hued leaves for dives of little friends,
Grand to behold as worn eyes are awed struck.
As the sinking filters down to deaths floor,
Achromatic crystals shroud their being,
Neath browns fertile soil rebirth of its core,
Hibernates for pardoned Spring, their freeing.
Limelight a year; birth, life, dying and death,
Mirror fleeting truth and our fragile breath.
*taffaria; Fairies' wings are made of a special material called taffaria. This ultra-strong, silky and transparent material is clear at first glance but has all 7 colors of the rainbow in it. Red, purple, yellow, pink, blue, green, and orange.
2019 November 04
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She says to clean my room.
I promise, this afternoon.
First, I need to eat lunch.
So I make a bunch.
Pizza, a sandwich too.
Some tortilla chips that are blue.
She says to clean my room at this time.
I almost say “fine.”
But then I get a call.
From work, they want me after all!
I try not to act excited.
But work makes me feel invited.
To not clean my room.
To put away the vacuum.
I grab my uniform and keys.
Ignoring my mom’s pleas.
To clean my room after I get back.
But by then, I’ll need to pack.
My trip up north is tomorrow.
And my messy room can never follow,
Me to the hotel.
Which someone else will clean, as well.
She says I will clean when I get home.
But until then, the beach, I will roam.
Clothes on the floor, and my bed is not made.
My mom is starting to get afraid.
That the mess will come to life.
She feels the strife.
So she cleans it on her own.
Before I get home.
She enjoys the cleanliness.
Until I come home to make another mess!
RED DOOR (collaboration)
by~ Benita Margaronis
War Of The World Death, pain, blood,
Shell-shocked men, suffering and darkness.
It's all they ever saw.
Soldiers thinking about their lives.
Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off.
Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain.
The shattering sound of an explosive destroying life and more ground.
Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground.
Total emptiness and nothingness.
Mounds and mounds of biting bodies and horses.
Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others.
Burning guns and oil.
Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain.
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.
by~ Poet Destroyer
War of the world Sacrifice.
Doors tainted red, tragedies never forgotten.
Mediterranean swept the soul of combatants without a word to say.
A war so defiant both sides lost more than humanity to each other.
Prisoners, white flag surrendering, shot in the head with no remorse.
Brave soldiers wiping off the blood of their face like a tear.
Men in fetal positions crying hard like the day they were born for*mom-MA.
Soldiers pocket full of notes and dog-tags for a loved one.
Achievements that followed death without a mother's hand to hold.
Chaotic news and telegrams traveled without a moment to spare.
A flag brought to the door painted black.
Mothers falling to the floor broken hearted.
Because no one can mend the courage one gave to us today.
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.
A collaboration with * Benita Margaronis
My collaboration contest
This thing we call life has had a toll on me,
I see all I love living in captivity.
A slave to the money,
A slave to the fame,
They don’t even realize their enrolled in the game.
The things that once mattered are chained to the floor,,
I can’t even recognize myself anymore.
Waves of deception
are Distorting all I have seen,
I feel like my life is a batch of bad dreams.
The puppet master is at it again,
This time its innocence that has been stolen.
While all are intertwined in this competition to nowhere
She quietly retreats and her branches grow bare.
The sorry is stifled by the screams in this place,
The images are engrafted, they cannot be erased.
And the years keep on going
And the times they are showing.
While they burry their heads in the sand
God continues to stretch out his hand.
By: Sabina Nicole
WE DON’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE
We rise to our waking,
our faces are raised,
we leave behind our garments of tears
for garments of glory and praise!
All of the cares of this world,
quickly fall to the floor,
the heavenly Ark soon closes,
Now we don’t live here anymore.
We leave behind the godless,
whose consciences are severed and seared.
Who's deeds gross more and more wickedly,
Than each day before, year to year.
He that is therefore now holy,
let him be holy still,
The shofar sounding the bridegroom coming,
Our awaited moment now revealed.
With the voice of Gabriel the ArcAngel,
With a shout commanding aloud.
We are then all gathered together,
upon that Heavenly glorious cloud.
They shall then run to and fro,
they shall all mourn, fear, and weep.
Their loved ones have seemingly disappeared,
in the hour of their slumber and sleep.
Run now to Jesus, is the plea of my heart,
before His Grace closes the door,
As you may soon find there’s no more time,
and we don't live here anymore.
they called her cinder, called her dust
a girl to scorn, a thing to crush
but embers sleep and coals still burn
and wicked hands will take their turn
she sewed her gown from moonlit screams
spun silver thread from shattered dreams
the glass upon her feet was red
from all the tears her hands had bled
the ball was bright, a golden snare
but she was shadow standing there
the prince, a pawn, so soft, so sweet
she danced him raw on bleeding feet
his lips met hers--his breath turned ice
a kiss of ruin, cold as vice
for midnight struck and so did she
no fairy god, no mercy free
she left behind no slippered trace
just shattered glass, an empty face
and when the dawn revealed the floor
the prince would dance--nevermore
I used to walk carefree around this world,
My shoulders light and free of any chips
Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled
By nonsense escaping naïve lips
I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludacris
Karma for a mind that over thinks
Superstition existed to dismiss
All part of fate’s anxiety hijinks’
Until it came to my moving day
I lived high up on the 11th floor
Casually to the moving guys, “Hey,
Do this quick, I’ll tip you a little more.”
A few shortcuts to speed things up a bit
“What’s the very worst that could happen?
Throw straps on that piano, get on with it,
Hurry up now, I’m too busy to tap in.”
Off I went to an important meeting
Signed the client that made everyone wary
Called 3 times for this face to face greeting
I wonder why they call her bloody Mary
No bad ever gets to me, nothing could
I stepped on cracks all the way home, too
And I refuse to ever knock on wood
Who could be so down with a sky so blue!
I peered up toward the aforementioned sky
A feeling unfamiliar appeared
A trick of the reflection in my eye?
Or warnings come to fruition I feared
Hurtling down due to a broken pulley
Was my big beautiful baby grand
No one took the time to check it fully
And I stood right where it was to land
I wish now I watched my fate testin’ talk
Cuz that piano is really hummin’
Whose ivories tickled me into sidewalk
Damn, I guess I shoulda seen it comin’
January 27, 2023
Shoulda Seen it Comin' Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
inhaled sublime fragrance floating around me,
imbibed radiance of the gleaming roses red
gradually those flowers are losing their beauty,
their lustrous sheen and hues diminishing instead
on the floor parched petals lying hopelessly dead!
my heart aches mournfully to see them gloomily fall
eventually their shimmering petals on the floor
but who can escape destiny's inevitable call,
decay of a sublime beauty - never felt before
life is transient and fleeting, a realization pure ~
wheel of daily life goes on - never stops
does not wait for anyone to sob and cry
poignant dreams do not disappear like dewdrops,
grand aspirations reaching the sky
never losing profound passion, soar high ~
February 28, 2022
A Brian Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE