Long Gazer Poems
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I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs...
they stifle the external sounds
and deepen my consciousness.
The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.
Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?
Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.
Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities!
Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.
Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.
I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion
with great precision since creation.
Written on 7/ 20/ 2017
Quote ”Expensive gifts are no substitute for love nonetheless a thoughtful gesture on one’s part leaves a lasting impression especially on a child.” By Poet
In my childlike innocence I was magically transfixed,
by this spherical glass object stunning in its Jack Frost design,
prismatic snowflakes that mystic magic carousel spellbound,
Christmas reindeer coterie that cast a wide charm bijou wink,
nirvana within luminous tantalising universal infant pneuma,
layer upon layer of compacted fallen snow as aftermath divine,
then weighty rucksack on Santa’s back of glitter tie band bundles, in boot slush transit knee-deep in annual mirth,
December pageant peering deep inside my mental cavern of cartoon fun,
reassuring hug from both parents is the essence of goodwill season ethos lofty,
they beamed with festive warmth so noble when watching me,
touch and glide that silken urchin hand of mine so impish,
on this prized hypnotic treasure captivating in its glow world sheen,
with its gilt-edged gallery of down the ages Noel features bountiful,
it had this red cheek sprightly offspring gazer in a trance,
a token souvenir star dazzle as eternal recall dwelling cosset,
including mesmeric Yuletide batch of swoon and sway serenades and tunes,
chorus boom o’er ice chill swathe from dome mould gift,
enough to goad and prompt that beneficial item I yearned for,
from benign folk Elysian who lavish so much radiant attachment without curb,
especially at foot of tree swaddled present to whet the curious,
till Doomsday nipper awestruck by dream fetish awash with flair,
cute whirl and swirl toy gadget a nebula for me the tiny tot,
whose imagination swept to the furthest North Pole sighting and beyond.
LI FE and LOVE
Life proceeds to progress:
Brain functions to aggress.
Eye to Eye sudden glance
making both minds to dance.
Eyes sparkle, shine, glisten.
Lips whisper, ears listen.
Sweet sentence to murmur.
‘I love you’ in amour.
Sacred soul sleepless gazer:
In trove of divine treasure.
Senses propel, propagate:
Heart knows to palpitate.
Pearly passion to surge:
Slips, drifts emotive urge.
Exciting ecstasy.
Holy hearty classy.
Heart pumping bubbling blood
Opulent flow in flood.
Heart to Heart unison
Most sweet the conclusion.
04/08/21
I am…
Son, sculpted by my mother to be what I am today
Husband, holding my wife’s caring hands all the way
Father, in lonely nest, all the chicks have flown away
Friend of chosen ones, at ease with all my odd ways
Poet of whelmed heart, muse pouring out emotions
Star-gazer, entranced by dreams on stardust in motion
Painter, letting passion spread on canvas spectral wings
Perfectionist, finding it difficult to finish so many things
Believer, in the construct of my life by destiny’s finesse
Ordinary, believing in the possible, pursuing happiness
Seeker of wisdom, walk in humble steps on rough road
Taker of whatever is given as the precious gifts of God
Hater of tears, flowing from the broken hearts’ debris
Giver of touch of empathy, so sorrow becomes history
Loner in my own inner sky, flying the introspective flight
Traveler, finishing the journey on the last mile in twilight.
I am waiting to sail to eternity on time’s receding plain
I am sure I’ll return, walk on my faded footprints again.
May 6, 2020
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I saw you last week by the river, right?
Oh, I couldn't say.
It was you alright. You were staring up at the sky. You were muttering about the clouds.
Yes, that was me. The clouds trouble me.
Oh, right. They say the end is near.
Sure, sure. Nothing but flat screens from here on out.
What on Earth are flat screens?
No, I said rat screams.
Oh, right. I hate rats. Gnaw at your feet. Pester the off-spring.
(mutters) These clouds will be the death of us...
Say what now?
I'm sorry. I tend to get a little melodramatic in the late afternoon.
I tend to get a little hungry. Especially these days, when everything seems to be dying
around me. I miss the live catch!
I suppose they'll learn from all the left-over bones...
Sorry, who will learn what?
They will learn what happened here.
And what do you think is happening, Cloud Gazer?
Not sure. But whatever it is, it's happening now. Look over there. IPad, by the way.
You...pad?
My name is Pat, I mean.
Oh. I'm Henry. Nice to meet you.
The feeling's mutual.
Where are you headed Pat?
Into history books most likely.
May I join you?
Don't think you have a choice.
We're all dying off, aren't we? Ever since that beam of light in the night's sky last
month, and now this thing with the clouds...we're done for, aren't we?
We had our run, Henry. Now it's time to lay down.
Okay, then. What a shame this all is. (sigh) I'm laying down. Alright, I'm down.
That's it, Henry.
Aren't you gonna lay down with me, Pat?
Naw, I just got up from a nap about an hour ago.
Well, what else is there to do if all we got left is to lay around and wait to die?
I was thinking about going rollerskating.
Really? Me too.
Probably too cloudy though.
Yeah, definitely.
Should probably rest some more.
Probably.
Goodnight, Henry.
Goodnight, Pat.
See ya in a drawing on Facebook.
What?
Nothing. Go to sleep.
Sleep I am going.
The feeling is mutual.
Constellation Constance was a cat with a curious roar,
She glowed with star gazer love and light forevermore
We were in awe of her, for she was mystical and more.
From another planet, she landed one night at our front door.
We tried to take her in, but she was an outdoor cat of the night.
She wanted to stay where she was; anywhere else did not feel right.
We respected her wishes, and backed off, with all of our might.
She was an anomaly, who was backlit with a constellation’s light
Few people met Constellation Constance, for you had to be a witch.
Or a warlock or a faerie to notice her cat-like eyes that had a twitch.
She was normal beyond a normal person’s visualization or glance.
She could put us mystics into a holding pattern, a stupor or a trance.
M-oon gazer at midnight
A-lways awaits the sunset;
R-eady to stay awake,
J-oining not the woeful fret.
O-nce she gazes at the moon,
R-apture she'll truly feel;
I-n spite of the darkness,
E-vening shadows and chill.
E-ach ray from the moon
N-ever will fail the gazer;
D-azzling star nearby
I-s pleasant to the beholder.
E-very night she watches
R-adiant light from the moon;
A-llowing the brightness to bring her the big boon.
C-almness and serenity
O-f the moon are both felt;
N-ightmares and fears
S-hall all eventually melt.
T-enth November midnight,
A-s she looks upon the sky;
N-either moon nor star
T-ries to make her cry.
I-n her bed she can't slumber,
N-either eye can sleep tight;
O-pen to see the gleam, moon gazer at midnight.
She was a star – I was a gazer
Imagine my surprise
when the stage door opened
and in walked a goddess
Dark hair, dark eyes,
a bounce in her step,
a leap in mine
Fiddling with the curtain cord,
I lost my balance
and my heart in one fell swoop
Spot lights focused,
igniting the stars in my eyes
which were still dim in her glow
Dressing rooms offered
champagne and cherries,
but she looked at me
Double checking the script,
it wasn’t a love story -
a poetic rewrite was in order
I handed it to her when I finished,
she tossed it aside
and kissed me
The curtain went up
and the audience applauded,
a standing ovation
She was a star
and I was a gazer -
now we shine together
R-ed-crimson rose flower
O-f the night is so pretty;
S-o beautiful to the gazer,
E-yes are awed as they see.
M-oonlight crimson rose
A-ims to brighten the night;
Y-earning to spread perfume to set everything aright.
B-ehold the crimson rose
U-nderneath the moonlight;
E-vening cold chill can do
N-othing but fade into the night.
D-ark shadows have turned
I-nto a zone of fragrance;
A-roma and her sweetness are in harmony with radiance.
M-oonlight crimson rose
A-llows the sniffer to smell;
L-etting the wind blow softly
I-nto the nose that whiffs well.
C-herish the twelfth November,
D-on't let the senses close;
E-agerly feel the elegance,
M-oonlight crimson rose.
These three magic rocks, I hold tight in my hand
Rolling them over, now, what could I plan?
Leave my reality? A new opportunity?
How should I use them? The power they hold...
Can they take me away, as I have been told
To magical places, ...to far-away lands?..
But oh the dilemma, how can I choose?
A place where I could leave all my worries behind?
As I stood there and pondered, under a star filled sky
Searching my heart, to find peace of mind
One star caught my eye, as it dangled so bright...
And I knew.... I must visit the heavens tonight!
Closing my eyes, I made a wish on the stones
In a gust of wind, I was no longer alone
Suddenly appeared was a heavenly tree
Up through the branches were stair steps for me!
I climbed up the limbs, as it reached for the sky
I climbed and clung, as I climbed up so high..
Below the horizon stretched and grew
Till the earth swung free in a tide of blue
Weary and stiff, but fiercely proud
I swung at last to a ledge of a cloud
I sat and I looked at the earth that I know
Then realized the troubles that live down below
When I'd rested enough from my head to crown
I left my soft loft and I climbed the tree down
I see things much clearer, from up high in the air
I'm now super-hero who followed a star
In my pocket, the rocks that used to be there
Remind me that children need more than a tear
To look to the sky when their world seems unfair
If their worries come back and a nightmare is there
I'll quickly escort them up heavenly stairs....
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