Long Fluoresce Poems
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In a land that flows with milk and honey,
the wind moans with foolish silly punny.
The mountains countless caves blaze with blithe light;
trees of Ténéré quiver that tower in height.
The sound of trickling water, yield boasting
ground canvas color and peacocks strutting.
Dragons, Dragonflies, and dwarf Huffle-winks
old folklore, they could care less what one thinks.
Small, magical winged beings that breathe in
playfully flitter vanish in a blink.
Dragons roar with crackling fire of thunder
huge and fierce in all their mystic wonder,
fluoresce scales an in brilliant livery;
benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
Leap into the air, their leathery wings
stretching to catch the air above like kings.
Huffle-winks stand with shields and sharpen swords
and cocky grins, guards in the House of Lords.
In a land that milk and honey cascades
and heavens shine and summer never fades.
5/21/2018
Poetry Contest: Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Strobe laser lights fill the radiant air,
The room sways with fumes of excite,
Pounding with life full of colourful heat,
All through the deep and dark night,
As girls dressed in powerful colours of free,
Fluoresce with delicious hair spray,
And their eyes, nose, and lips, and all of their tips,
Glow on full public display,
At the local dance night of pure delight,
The seamless flow of electro jam funk,
All the people escape the life that they live,
And they all become a little bit punk,
Strobe laser lights form memories in haze,
Where everyone’s a musical slave,
Once every week in the underground club,
At the seismically colourful rave.
God made everything out of nothing
but the nothingness shows through.
Paul Valery
Only silence wells
in the dark throat of the evening
and anything you hear
is of the world's making
or your own mind
filling up the empty spaces.
Music is made this way
and poetry, as they try
to give substance and form
to what is missing,
to fill that gnawing void
with a note or word.
Works fluoresce
as exotic creatures do
in the dark of deep seas,
small, faint flickers
punctuating the unknowable
with momentary life.
And so it is,
we are drawn towards
a centre that seems everywhere,
a nothingness rolled
into a ball, the circumference
of the infinite that resides
within us all.
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22
As a child I was warned
that if I looked at the light
for too long it would send
me blind and yet
the stuttering flash
and eerie blue light
from an arc welder
that crackled deep inside
the factory would tempt me
to steal a glance into
its bright, menacing core.
Mystery and danger lurked
in the cavernous dark that waited
beyond the door. The gray brick
building was windowless and wore
no signage. The locals simply
called it ‘the welding factory’.
I would pass it every day
on my way to school,
look into its depths to see
spectral figures fluoresce
then dissipate into the dark.
Men in hinged metal face masks
and leather aprons would emerge
into daylight from out
of the factory door to have a smoke.
They looked like visitors
from another world stepping out
from their alien craft.
Their art was a kind of sorcery
stolen from the sun
or the devil.
On weekends
I would sometimes sneak around
and find bits of bent wire
and metal tubing with black
blisters growing out of stubs.
It was treasure for a boy.
I wondered what they made there
and stayed alert in case
some creature emerged
from out of the dark
with its red glowing eyes,
the same that sometimes
tormented me during those long
nights of panic and delirium
and unheard cries.
Orange moonlight gleams in the sky
warm as duskfall’s evanescence
like an orb trimmed with copper dye
orange moonlight gleams in the sky;
I gaze with an enchanted pry
as dragonflies rush to fluoresce,
orange moonlight gleams in the sky
warm as duskfall’s evanescence.
Till rounder and higher she glows
each frame a swaying groove and veil,
on crescent tip’s lucent repose
till rounder and higher she glows;
across a line of gilded rows
captivating my breath, inhale!
Till rounder and higher she glows,
each beam a swaying groove and veil.
A Positive Poem for Elly Waterouse
6/20/2014
Concealed molluscs, meek individuals
Perceptive to truth, empathy prepared
Fluoresce lucid, optimism pivotal
Giving as elastic, mosaic paired
Transferred concern, coral breath resplendence
Secrets swapped free of harm, their hearts hallowed
Precious shells combine in fresh resemblance
Fitting finality, fearless, exposed
Chrysalis moths makeshift shelter is shed
Protective floss fractures, folds out clover
Flutter dust fluff to fantastical wed
Glee gushes as freedom speeds them over
Stream nods softly toward sea expansion
Together tonic in strong salt sanctum
28th February
For First of March
Wedding
I like the Light on the water.
I like the Light on the snow.
I like the Light in the hollow.
I like the Light through the fog.
I like the Light piercing cloudbanks.
I like the Light in the glade.
I like the Light komorebi in Spring.
I like the Light cafuné in late day.
I like the Light mångata in Arjuna’s April Auriga.
I like the Light yura yura in Winter’s darkness.
I like best the Light in her eyes.
I like best the Light from her skin.
I like best the Light in her walk.
I like best the Light in her laugh.
You can keep your candle, your Equinox.
You can keep your noon-light, your lamp.
You can keep your algal fluoresce, your Moon.
You can keep your star-glimmer, your wick.
I like best the Light, that finds her,
that falls to her, that bends from Source,
to her, to me. Her Light, I call it.
The only Light.
We’re the stars in the sky, a collage of colour,
Every tint with a hue, we glow,
And we hang happy as friends, in an elegant display,
We hang in a beautiful row,
Of happy and love, we hang in a lounge,
And also in your room, from the sill,
And we dimly fluoresce all of your world,
When all of your world’s sitting still.
We hang from the pub, in their busiest hour,
And we hang from the tree in the park,
We relax the world of hustle and bustle,
After everything has turned into dark.
Every year, about now, we come out to play,
Shining happiness throughout all the nights,
Shining and sharing a beautiful display,
We’re your colourful quaint fairy lights.
My heart tells me you exist
Yet gravity keeps pulling me
To forces invisible
I have met sincere hearts,
With woven passion
But when I start uttering lovral
Power goes off, and fire walks out
I feel a presence of an invisible substance
shaking my spiral content
With a speechless murmur
Eyes of blue fire die in my reflection
And the invisible reality drives me suicidal
I pull my muscle to the huddle
And sit on the wooden bench
Search the social network again and again
To harvest the fruit of my passions
As i watch ‘fluoresce’ of femininity
Cradle to the vivacious souls at the beach
My heart skips a tone
The rhythm goes pop
I stare at birds I can’t catch
As they allow the wind to move their fur
To unveil their cadence of fatality
I gnaw my nails, plotting a move
To conquer your parrots
But the dreams hold me captive
I chose to surrender
To the quest of men
Till you flash your realism
And surrender
To die in my hands
As i possess your fraternity
And end the curse of…
Bachelors