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Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat!
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?
Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...
After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "
Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!
My theme is: Happiness In Childhood
Tubes of the freshest cleaned squid
Marinated in
Garlic, oil and lemon juice
Sprinkled with parsley
In a basket, grill
Five minutes
Squid
My families favorite appetizer~it is delectable! note: use minced garlic and fresh squeezed lemon juice.
Date: June 4, 2022
For: Epulaeryu-what’s cooking on the grill poetry contest
Sponsored by: M.L. Kiser
Syllables verified on howmanysyllables.com
I need, once more, an hour of rain
Cleansing away the residue of living
Until only the freshest waters remain
This hour, to myself, I am giving
Cleansing away the residue of living
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
This hour, to myself, I am giving
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
Until only the freshest waters remain
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
I need, once more, an hour of rain.
10/22/18
Submitted to 'Strength through Adversity' contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Placed 7th
I was just learning how to write a Pantoum poem, so this was a tricky new form for me-
Oh, that night in the lighthouse with delectable you.
On that Isle of Enticement,'twas the month of June.
Still wearing, I, a garland of freshest flowers.
Yearning to stay with you, here, for all my life's hours.
Your intense and adoring eyes held me your captive.
Feeling my heart pounding and blood rushing, so active.
My madness for you in this stellar moment be.
Our heavy breaths, sweetening the lighthouse, for all eternity.
May 19, 2020
3:30pm PST
Poem 1278
Dear S.,
I was in the market yesterday
digging through a tray of grapes
trying to find the freshest bag,
but most seemed half-decayed.
I was just about to leave
(feeling mighty peeved),
but then - you won't believe!
Carole King came on the radio
and the world began to move real slow.
Even the fruit held its breath
(half-rotten and close to death).
She sang about the earth moving
and the sky tumbling,
and it made me think of you.
I thought of that summer -
the one before our senior year
when your dad taught us how to drive
(and got annoyed and made me cry).
Remember that?
We washed his car with soap and tears,
sipping on bottles of cold root beer.
Out of tune, we'd dance and sing
along to songs by Carole King.
Well, I want you to know -
You made my day,
even though you're far away.
And, you know, Carole said it best:
I feel my heart start to trembling
whenever you're around.
I miss that.
And I miss you.
Love,
Me
A brightly feathered crooner
daffodils along a hidden creek.
The bombs mimicking raindrops, cracking the halo of good dreams.
Assassins are ever commonplace.
The human race is in constant critical condition.
Following faint scents of rosaries misplaced.
God never seemed so far-far-far away.
The freshest plague is long since dead.
Something is still raging in their heads.
Funhouse faces of the modern man.
Stroking of the flesh-his only task.
The four horsemen are encroaching fast.
Upon the blistered sundials of wayward lambs.
Futile to hoard or take cover from the blast.
Our manna, God knows where our souls are at.
Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely
through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday—
and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray;
Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee!
Now troubled, disjointed, uneasily
fumbling, scrambling through dumb frowning time.—Gray-
-haired night’s murk weighs down gay light’s mirth filled play...—
tumbling through summer’s scorching cruelty!
An inescapable alternation
of gloom and cheer,(to be—and—not to be),
wheeling circles and cycles—infernal,—
recur, relapse, return through all creation.;
Remember, though pain’s but temporary,
vacuous suffering is eternal.
To be one with nature
Is perhaps truly the only thing left money can’t buy
Life is too full of missing adventure
And to finally be in tune with do I finally know why
The freshest air to only breathe
Where river runs its stream-full music along
Even insects will friendship weave
When did humans no longer belong?
I thought I am living a life before
Not even close do I know life about
Too many years to haven’t had a life at all
Not too late perhaps to en-route
As I let the sun warm my body
As I watch the rise and fall of both the sun and moon
As I gaze the stars in the hundreds nightly
I cannot help but know what I call life isn’t life too soon
Food is free everywhere, simply learn to pick it
Water is free everywhere... drink it in your next adventure
We need simply open our hidden lid
And let it all in... and finally be one with nature
Once as outlook seemed demeaning
I pondered life’s varied meaning
Only one thing I wished to be gleaning
The simple answer of why
I was near full to bursting a seam
Then as if by heavenly beam
The answer was great to a dream
One that made me feel as if to fly
See, as I wandered the day
There on the road lay
Some sort of fey
Whose life came to a stop
My mind seemed to tarry
And though understanding may vary
I think it’s kinda scary
That even a fey can flop
This answer a divine source must have sent
That from above must have lent
A sight of a precious life callously rent
An oh so powerful truth
Now some might consider this a creation of the mind
For me this is how I the excellent answer find
In truth the answer isn’t always oddly signed
The truth is actually oh so common
The fact is that great and small
The most precious is lost to the call
None are immune from passing that wall
Why worry about death even when life is freshest?
Every night a well-dressed puppet keeps score.
Of the deaths and casualties of the freshest war.
Some nights the tally is low like a soccer match
Tonight, it's triple digits for the tin soldier man.
On the scorecard are soldiers, civilians and children.
Never the makers of munitions, or wealthy politicians.
What of the wild beasts and dear family pets
Lying twisted and bloodied in virgin bomb pits.
Forgotten in the backwaters of useless battles.
For them a last meal of shrapnel and ear-piercing rattle.
Their names never honored on the marquee.
But they should be-they all should be.