Long Fountain Poems
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Subservience, domination,
a foot on the throat,
religion taught them that, did it?
oppression, decapitation,
suffering, death through starvation,
divine ordinance they have, do they?
symbols of their belief on their faces,
books from heaven they read,
fountain of their education, is it?
prescriptive attire, deny women education,
breed through them future,
yet slave them in God’s name, will they?
every man is born of a woman,
nourished in her womb,
yet he deems himself superior, does he?
time for civilisation to reject these notions,
bury untruth, burn beliefs of such bigots,
let life flow as nature chose, shall we?
I reject religious symbols that chain me,
reject all lies sold as words of God!
I am a free person today! Are you?
written 29/10/2022
free verse
Mystic Rose sponsored
Tell it as it is contest
in support of the many who are not as lucky as some of us!!
sleeping (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))
by~ DON JOHNSON
The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions
they shoot them for the last hundred years,
Hoppy is still there in millions
Almost a plague after rain
The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little Shiela
but broken hearts tend to self destroy
The one true love, to feel her
so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor
kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure
Ironic tale sour grapes inhale,
He sleeps upon the plain
his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful
his protector is a beaut
~civilization calls~
he has to go back to the city streets
And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet.
***by~ POET D:
Searching and searching till weak eyes fall asleep.
~civilization calls~
Calls the plague of raining streets!
The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.
A wildlife with wildfire turned over by wildflowers.
Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!
Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand.
Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face.
All it took was experiencing the world with one lonely look.
A grain of salt, in the night sky!
Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’,
Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley.
Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart.
Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour.
Seeing’ is believing when Shiela appeared.
Drying tears with her sweet eyes over the desert lands.
A Collaboration with *DON JOHNSON
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
HEART OF WORSHIP
I stand in worship to You my Father God..
Every Friday how you shake, stir,
engulf and fill my heart with so much gladness...
Once I stand there...
Uncaring who hears
and sees me,
for all I want in those two hours is just to
sing for You.
allow me to tell,
How I was before..
I stood like a tree just singing..
but now..
I could wholly understand and appreciate
what true worship and giving praise is...
My arms unintentionally..
I lift them high. I wave. I clap.
even my feet I can't
stop their talk.
They have their own beat.
I can't stop the groove.
I can't stop the stomp.
I can't halt the swing.
Sometimes, I even hop
and somehow jump.
How could I not be?
Must I be shy?
Must I be ashamed?
But NO..
no! no! no!
I am not.
For those very few hours,
I am there and I believe You are there watching me.
You alone are my audience.
You alone, I like to please.
You alone, I offer the hymns I utter.
there are times, tears fall from my eyes
as I feel Your presence next to me,
as I experience Your words speaking to me
I experience them serenading, winning me.
They are embracing me.
Your living words gradually restoring me.
They are healing every ache.
They are melting every fear.
They are dissolving every worry.
They are day by day transforming, changing me..
They are day by day reminding me of what to do..
They are in my walk, talk, actions, anything that I do.
They become a rainbow fountain of hope,
encouragement,
strength,
peace
and joy.
I am deeply overwhelmed by
how great!
How great !
How great You are to me!
How I love to sing........
I know I got no golden voice..
Nor am I not so sure that
I am hitting rightly the notes,
But I believe..
I trust my Father God that
You will see my desire..
You will see my longing..
You will see each and every thought running in my mind...
More, You will see my heart,
my heart of worship.
(c)Olive Eloisa
11:50pm
July 25, 2014
She’ll trumpet a mid-summer’s lilac revolution
To smash and grab and take your affection
A twinkled-eyed assault of sweet-toothed pleasure
On half-composed clarity’s measure
She’ll launch a pillow-cannoned war
On every certainty of beauty you had before
She throws light around like a star in the sky
Even her sleepy exhaust is a heavenly sigh
She gilds the clouds on drizzling days
She makes hope smile by her vibrant ways
If her lover embraced her in all her truth
She would be her lover’s fountain of youth
In moonshine night of wine and song
With gypsy-like fever she’ll wring out the wrong
She’ll dance and in dancing burlesque
Ideals of woman and grace painted picturesque –
By the moralistic mentors of caged-bird blues.
How this bluebird’s a phoenix by night’s fiery hues!
In hangover mornings of tangled heart-strings
Within the houses of healing you’ll hear she still sings
Of undesired responsibilities in a shaky jilted voice
A dew-soaked ballad to sunrise to which your only choice
Is to cater to her jazzy Simone-like disposition
To every her wiled whim, to her warmth, to her lilac revolution
Dewdrops stream down boisterous
children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials,
as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim
apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare.
Marble stone button twiddle on a blue
rinse wrinkle t-shirt,
Sumptuous ice cream raspberry blobs
tantalise the cheeky taste bud imps
whose chocolate brown eyes swell with
every morsel glutinously gorged on.
Doting parents wantonly indulge
their dawn glow
offspring’s shrieks of antic wonderment,
the honeysuckle fragrance that
releases germ-stuffed
nostrils a portentous spring nectar booster
shot for folk and kin alike,
effervescent yodel from young sibling and the
young at heart zeal of golden realm guardians
elevated to this neon sign paradise,
purple sleeve lacquer layer hydrant, surreal spirit saviour
of parched embryonic throats.
Picklock to that universal perfume
cloud that hovers
over asphalt stain urn and
stoic mint green
pristine luscious lawn,
playground for the butterfly wing vernal innocent shrouded by an orange peel citric soft fruit haze.
Age span infant euphoric zoom on fountain spume,
where families in a Ferris wheel hubub rejuvenate the
lacklustre greyness of their far too often
monochrome existence.
Posted ; 4th May 2022
In the center of my garden,a marble fountain stands.
Today, the fountain-birds harmonizing
and conversing in joy,
Of their plans to fulfill for God's day.
Insects, too,are busy doing their holy work,
some building tunnels way under the earth.
If lucky, I might see a hare hop my way.
Meanwhile, I will procure a fresh orange from the beloved tree in my yard.
Oh, what a way to start a citrusy day.
With a brioche, a carafe of French coffee,
on my terrace I will sit.
Inspired, smiling and so immensely grateful, to be an such an insignificant part of all this.
Panagiota Romios
4/22/2019
7:00pm PST
Walking amidst encumbered world
I stumbled upon a lonely fountain
The snow falls from the mountains
And heavy rain destroys my sandals
So I sigh heavily, but alas, it is to no avail
The water is cold
The heart is heavy
A bird flies from branch to branch
Chirping away its worries
Since there are no waters left in this world
Only this fountain can heal the hearts wounds
I dive my head in;
Strange are the sounds of rain
And clouds of pain
And hearts' strains
I find myself in this golden hall
Filled with soft flowing water
Here, the heart is healed
How sweet are those waters!
How rare are they!
Another day ends, another journey begins
Never again shall I be thirsty
Never again will I forget this fountain
Never again will water stop flowing
And never again shall heart be smitten
As long as this fountain does not escape the vision
Never again shall I have a need for another strain
Love is the answer no matter the question
Since the very beginning of time
We were put on this earth to share our affection
To let love and happiness shine
It's incumbent upon each and every one of us
To show love to future generations
Help them to a happy and peaceful existence
And resist life's many temptations
Love is the answer to all of life's problems
Be they small or as big as a mountain
Attitude is the key they can all be overcome
Appreciate it and drink from life's fountain
Toleration today seems to be sadly lacking
In this fast paced life we're living in
Let's all step back take a real deep breath
Then fill up with love to the brim
Love is the answer...
Storm
Storm approaches with "wailing" winds
Fierce faced clouds "whoosh" across the sky
Lightning "crackles" then "snaps" and "pops"
Thunder "rumbles" with heart "pounding" "thuds."
Autumn leaves "scrape" across sidewalks
Then turn silver in torrent’s "rustle"
Windstorm "slams" into the trees
"Howling" "whispers" turns to "shivers"
Shutters "bang" in the "roaring" wind
Raindrops "sizzle" on dry earth
Downpours "splash" in growing puddles
Gutters "drip" – downspouts "gurgle."
Passing storm slows to a "trickle"
With "pitter-patters" of tiny raindrops
Water "drips" from leaves in clear "trickles"
Like a soothing fountain "burble."
Note: Am still having trouble with bold or underlining function so I put the onomatopoeia words in parenthesis.
10-26-21
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Onomatopoeia
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
PLACED 3RD: PREMIER CONTEST
Sponsor : Brian Strand