Long Frolicking Poems
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it was a strikingly strange day! it rained pitter patter in the morning, it rained drip drop in the afternoon, but it did not rain at all in between!
ruby-red sun was up, the mellifluous birds started chirping, I felt I could rest in the warmth of magnificent sun, and watch my demure white Jasmine. it looked so elegant like a ravishing bride, waiting with beating heart for her beloved to arrive. pretty bridesmaids were the frolicking tulips in gorgeous red and yellow outfit.
it was a strange day, but it was a perfect day with the full-throated robins crooning a magical sonata, the fresh rain-showered green lawn to tread, as soft as blushing petals of rose. I am sure my graceful Jasmine felt she had nothing more to ask for!
Light, defined as electromagnet and;
The radiation of photon particles
Natural visible light with intensity and frequency
The Light wavelength (spectrum / polarization propagation)
Fire / light, is a fiery chemical warming substance
Bioluminescence lights are of sea-creatures glowing
Fireflies are flickering their internal lights at night
Sunlight fuels all green plants with photosynthesis empowering
People pleasure and preen at the beach with sunny sun tanning
Sunlight illuminates Mountain trails for bicycling and trekking
Sunsets have lavender with orange bright beams extending
Solar sunrays light a day of picnic park fun with joyful frolicking
Some of the light spectrum is radio, white light, ultraviolet and x-rays
Infrared is only heat visible and gamma-rays are the most powerful
Small lasers are used in disk drives, printers, and fiber-optics
Fiber-optic networks are a light fast digital information system
TV plasma, liquid crystal displays, LEDs light-emitting diodes gives visuals
These assist our everyday visual optic neural perceptions
Cars have headlights and ships use fog-lights
Light-towers have flood-lights and we use handy flashlights
Tesla and Edison partook in the light bulb’s bright invention
Lewis Latimer and Joseph Nichol invented its carbon filament
This did dispel much of the world’s nighttime darkness
Lightning lights, to reveal charges of negative and positive
Colors of violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, red: are hidden in white light
Some colors are viewed when seeing a rainbow over a dewy meadow
What can be possibly seen at the other end of a rainbow?
This, the notes of God’s faithful abatement covenant
Starlight is continually being reflected and refracted
Earth and the Heavens at night are lit, by starry star lights
Great stars are round and renowned and fiery fireballs
They in a balance of great equilibrium
Stars dispersing their photon particles at light speed
"Light speed, “299,792,458 meters per second"
Light, is a part of the equation “E=MC squared”
“Energy,” not made, nor annihilated, yet always in flux
"Natures life sustaining and revealing lights"
"The Light Particle / Waves"
Yes, once created by the Creator
When I get angry or frustrated with my governor, my country or at the world these days
I do something my parents suggested way back when…
I pause…I take a deep breath…and then I count to 10.
When we parked the car at the beach 1 moon was hovering in the air.
A quick look in both directions told me we were the only 2 people there.
The moonlight illuminated everything but 3 stars were still visible in the sky…
Bathed in that same moonlight 4 dolphins came frolicking by.
I counted 5 different sandcastles…abandoned…decaying gradually
I saw 6 pelicans in formation gliding just above the sea.
As we turned around and headed back I counted 7 fisherman who hadn’t been there before.
While 8 tiny sandpipers hunting for breakfast scurried along the shore.
In the final leg or our walk 9 palm trees I detected…
and when I looked into our bag…10 sea shells we’d collected.
My parents knew what would happen when they suggested it way back when…
How it would take me a little while to count from 1 to 10.
A pleasant little interruption…a few moments to allow my mind to stray…
A wonderful distraction from the problems of the day.
No…the world didn’t change in the time it took me to count from 1 to 10…
but that wonderful distraction did give me more energy…
to enter the fray again.
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©ghairodaniels2022
THE BENCH BY THE LAKE
In the cold fall morning,
the bench by the bay lies empty,
do I vision what the bench envisions?
in the vast scenario of nature.
The sight from the bench must be enchanting,
it must be wonderful to watch flock of geese and ducks frolicking,
the sight of mist rising from the lake and meeting the skies must be subliming;
the colorful aura of the sunrise and sunset must be stunning.
The echoes of the music around the lake bench would be exalting,
The chirp of birds and the buzz of bees must be entertaining,
The music of creeks and crackle of children must be soothing,
The sound of wind fluttering the colorful sails must be exciting.
The scent around the bench must be tantalizing,
The smell of perfume of eucalyptus and pine must be stimulating,
The aroma of variety of food must be appetizing,
The fragrance of cherry blossoms and flowers must be enticing.
The bench is always anxiously waiting,
To give a place to rest to the weary and the tired,
The bench is always ready to embrace,
The engravings of throbbing hearts which long to be tied.
The bench gleefully adores the bonding of moms and infants,
It cheerfully watches the hugs and kisses of admiring lovers,
It reflects on the life's reflection of graying couples,
It waits to share the joys and pains of many lives.
That purplish glow tints her innocence
Like a dainty bloom in the mist of spring;
Frolicking on woods as she gently laughs
To invite jays for a caper, a tune!
Wavy locks adorn a heart-shaped face
Morning-kissed through daylight’s gaiety;
Then plays hide-and-seek with breezes
Unaffected by mild trails of rainfall.
Till sunshine flutters into near noon
Each perfumed cheek beaming, newly tanned
Yet merry her romp, her dress winging
In lilac tones...such a rare delight.
Awed, I cuddle my dear Violet
Oh, lovely god –daughter so pleasant,
Ripening through those flowering eyes
Violet child, my gem from above.
BRIAN'S CHOICE B Contest
Called to journey
Through the passageway of my heart
I close the door and turn
Exposing myself in full surrender
Fuzzy whiteness vibrates around me
A fleecy cocoon tickles my limbs
I feel your fingertips calling out to me
Royal turquoise butterflies appear
Leading the way onward
Dissolving light waves reveal
Frolicking foam caressing sandy shores
Transparent bubbles look up at me
From in between my toes
Walking slowly, I pause
I lay down ~ cradled by the beach
Exposing my flesh to
Lapping waves which nuzzle me gently
Rising to my knees
I lay my ear against
The calm waters
Waiting for your call
Caw Caw Caw
Attentive seagulls glide close by
Bellies against the surface
Of ocean’s breast
I hear you whisper
~Join me my love ~
I raise my arms up
Feeling the breeze kiss my fingertips
I float upward
Lavender lenticular clouds
Create continents and islands
Of hope and discovery
I touch your heartbeat with
My outstretched hand
Allowing you to lead me
With your magical magnetism
Guiding me to realms unknown
We drift upward viewing twilight tendrils
Of mauves, sages and fading Prussian blues
Each movement a deepening
Of heart and soul
Receiving embedded hieroglyphics
Of passion and pain
My heart expands
My soul delights
As I weep silent tears of gratitude
Remembrances of lifetimes past
I gaze skywards witnessing
The three sisters on cliff’s edge
Pillars of strength and wisdom
Sharing insight
Pink smoke hovering
Around their downy silhouettes
As hawks, snakes, and reptiles
Of the canyonlands observe
Coyotes howl in the distance
Sensing the ceremony
With eyes closed
I feel the embrace from you
From my sisters
From the elements
From the animals
Our shared connection
We are one
I send my kiss out into the universe
As heaven’s face smiles down upon us
Time crawled silently on soft paws.
After years of anxious waiting,
Our little nest became alive,
With childish pranks and prattles
Two adorable boys ran round playfully,
Making our silent nest ring with noise.
Still remember those hectic days,
When my hands were so full
From tidying the house to keeping ready
Their school uniforms washed and ironed.
Helping them with their homework,
Packing tiffin, clearing the mess,
And being off to office for work.
By evening, came back dead tired,
For another round of mechanical cooking,
Queries like “are these the only snacks to eat?”
“Where is my workbook” et al make one truly mad.
Life wasn’t easy, with struggles rife.
During those years, how I longed,
For a little rest and quiet,
But at the same time, frolicking in the beauty
Of dreams built around our kids
Time speeded away so quick.
The boys grew very fast and flew away,
From the shelter of their comfort (?) zone
To far off places for study and later for work.
The house is back to silence once again.
Now how I long for the good old hectic days.
Memories sprout like pale shrubs,
In a famished backyard!
Our life is now immobilized in a coma of stillness.
On lonely evenings sitting in our empty nest,
We wait intent for their phone calls.
Often our hearts are set ablaze,
At the prospect of their coming home.
Parenthood is nothing but loving and losing!
May.7.2023
Empty Nest Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Cooper Etheridge
Let laughter ring, for here comes Spring.
With warbling birds we gaily sing.
As wizened Winter turns and goes,
March promptly puffs her cheeks and blows!
The Old Man’s gone. . . we’re rollicking
when next comes April frolicking
behind spry March. Her visage glows.
Let laughter ring.
Then Spring a climax sweet will bring.
There at the Maypole, in a ring,
are fetching maids in pretty clothes.
And bounteous the sun now grows
as June appears; . . Spring’s had her fling.
Let laughter ring!
Jan. 4, 2014
(Here comes Spring: I know , I know, wishful thinking!!)
My happy butterflies
Bright yellow wings, scalloped in velvety back, are fluttering
In the mellow morning air,
Dancing in happy search of nectar on a purple,
sweet scented clover bud.
Joined by his mate, equally wondersome decorated.
They greet each other in a joyful dance.
“Follow me, I know of a fragrant, red butterfly weed blossom
over here-- come on!”
“Oh yes, I like this! Now come and taste this gorgeous orange-
painted Zinnia.”
“Why, thank you, it’s quite good, I like it too!”
A goldfinch is clinging to a swaying milkweed,
but it does not bother the frolicking couple,
It takes to the air, swooping further down the colorful meadow,
While my happy Swallowtails found a rain puddle.
“Ah, this is just what we need , a cool drink,”
they smile.