Long Gentle Poems
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Pink sun’s misty secrets of winter’s morning delight
Parade confidently onto lovely riverbank at first light.
Seductive feelings of hopefulness and awe gently kiss
The frozen snakes on the water with a gentle February hiss
A pinkish glow in the heavenly new sky to the south
Gives the sun an ethereal feeling, at this river mouth
Frosty tree branches, heavy under the burden of snow
Feel a tad optimistic as the sun shows them her inner glow.
The silence surrounding God’s elegance, in this winter scene.
Not a single footstep on this gorgeous snow, so pristine.
Reverence and awe envelop this darling sky in so many ways.
The sun begins gently melting the beauty, her heart full of haze.
What do you think the deer asks her mate, wondering where to go.
She does not want to mess up the beauty of this newly fallen snow.
Let’s take a look around her mate says, we do not want to mess up anything.
This river and snow bank bring so much joy and light to the forest, it sings!
Finding Presence
Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move
Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing emphysema-regrets
Merging with the early morning smells and start-up images
City’s reality mix awakening
Conscious-walking shakes loose somnolence
Opening eyes to the gargoyles atop historic landmarks
Their stoic residence mirrored in all-glass surroundings
Urban growth towering over huddling addicts of all types
Weary of sleepless nights
Enjoined by occasional pouting mannequins
Dressing light-starved windows
Poised to portray tourist-trap knockoffs
Rayon for silk
Fantasy for verity
Predatory “going out of business” choices ubiquitous
Shut down shops—beaten
Barely open shops—clinging
Wanderers drifting listlessly
Rising early by guilty conscience
Some prodding their welfare bodies to move
Others fearing unfaithful one-nighters become known
Old widows lean from their tenement windowsills
Having endured another sleepless night of heat
Too poor to leave the city
Too proud to ask of children
Soon
Sunrise bathes the grayness with color
Subway entrances congest
Yellow cabs begin cacophonous warm-ups
Like an orchestra of out-of-tune instruments
Their blasts are met with the inescapable “Taxi!” “Taxi!”
Deli workers spread cream cheese
Warm Bear Claws
Brew bad coffee
Wish their customers “have a good one”
Keeping secure their jobs
For another day
Returning home
Five flight walk up
One’s feet beg relief from the morning roam
A pull on the carton of OJ
A flip-on of the two-burner
The water to boil
A drop into the drug-from-the-dumpster-couch
Chock-Full-Of-Nuts in waiting
Want ads front and center
A few deep breaths
Just another day
Surviving the city
Faith fans the flames of ever peace, endless grace
It burns up all doubt, ensuring the way out,
Seeing the forest, despite trees who displace.
Faith frees the soul of its grief, its darkest drought,
It shines a light of love’s belief, stirring hope,
Painting shadows in gentle songs who don’t doubt.
Faith tells fear it cannot live here, saying nope,
Fear is meant to fail, despite its tempting tale,
As trust makes a way for the hurting to cope.
Faith calms the anxious soul with a blissful trail,
Meant to prevail when life becomes hard, daunting,
As feelings grow dark, hearts become weak and frail.
Faith takes away the gloom that’s always taunting,
Assuring real love won’t leave souls wanting!
As I gaze at this azure sky,
Making this lonely, coward heart heave a heavy sigh,
A gruesome picture of the past slowly comes into view,
A gallery of memories painted in every shade of you.
The winds whisper stories I can never erase,
Of gentle hands, warm smiles, and a comforting embrace.
Though time has carried the years far away,
Your presence still finds me in the quiet of each day.
There were words left unspoken,
Dreams unfinished, moments broken,
Yet among the fragments of sorrow I see,
The countless sacrifices you made for me.
Today, the sky seems wider than before,
As if heaven itself has opened its door.
And somewhere beyond the clouds so high,
I imagine you watching with a loving eye.
If only I could borrow a moment from time,
I'd thank you for every mountain you chose to climb,
For every burden you carried without a complaint,
For teaching me strength when my courage grew faint.
Though Father's Day awakens an ache deep inside,
It also fills my heart with enduring pride.
For even in absence, your love remains,
Flowing through my joys, my losses, my gains.
So as I gaze at this azure sky today,
I send my love where the angels stay.
And though tears may fall as memories pass by,
I carry you forever beneath this endless sky.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Your love lives on in every beat of my heart.
Good Morning, Mister Sun! How I cherish thy warm embrace,
And the gentle touch of thy radiance as you caress my eager face!
May few clouds dim your majesty as you traverse the pristine sky!
We're blessed with thy life-sustaining rays streaming from on high!
Oft' I've pondered how many times you've ascended in the east
And descended in the west! Must be trillions of times to say the least!
Ah, the many things you have witnessed since the genesis of time!
Love, strife, life itself - more than this mere poet could e'er put to rhyme!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
In the tenderness of twilight,
calmness of the air,
silently caressed her skin
hearts floated like a gentle breeze.
Illuminating her persona,
naked moon reflected against
the softness of her cheeks
sweet whispers evoked several senses.
Envious stars sparkled,
transcending a galaxy of kisses,
radiating against her lips
and who was I to resist.
Her petal lips,
sang to me like a lullaby -
my heart danced like a butterfly
sensual souls serenaded sweet symphonies.
Infatuated shadows gazed until sunrise,
as embers intensified, embracing
Earth's window of wonders
a love was born into eternal bliss.
I still see that night in her eyes;
she always insists it was the stars,
but I believe it was the moon.
17 October 2018
Silent One
Bruises
Ahh (sighs)..
Where to start
Oh God of the heart:
Perhaps in the birdsong
Or the crisp morning light
On this bench that is warm
And where worries take flight.
I pick up this pen
And the words tumble out
Not knowing just how to now
Cry, laugh or shout..
But with ink on the page
It is all making sense
A return to the lightness
When the walk has been dense
A rest for my soul
Even though it is fleeting
So I meet with you now
While my heart is still beating
To that tune You gave me..
A long time ago
I play it sometimes
With it's rhythm so slow.
And the whispering words
That are gentle and kindly
Close my eyes to that tune
So Your voice can remind me..
.. of love
And of hope
And of beauty and gladness
Like a spirit-filled balm
For the bruising of sadness.
And I thank You
For all that You've done
And restored.
You are a good friend and companion,
A saviour and Lord.
Jinjagoliath
2nd June 2022
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"Arise, shine; for the light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee."
- Isaiah 60:1
Parasol Dreams
She had found it
at the stony end
of the beach,
a Red Parasol.
Its vivid color
drew her eyes,
its presence fired
her imagination.
She picked it up
giggling and twirled
the flaming red top
above her head.
Evening sun drew
a picture of a tall,
elegant, lady strolling
along the shoreline,
gentle salt breezes
rippling her golden hair,
silent footsteps floated
upon foamy surf.
She spoke quietly
as she walked
speaking of dreams,
of love, of longings.
As the sun set
she looked back
her lonely footprints
succumbing to the tide,
her shadow companion
fading in the darkness.
She left the Red Parasol
at the rocky end of the beach
hoping they would meet again
of an evening.
6/8/2016
submitted to – The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
I feel you looking down upon me
So calm, gentle like the summer sea.
I gaze thoughtfully at the late evening sky,
At peace, lifting up as if I can fly.
Closing my eyes, you are in my mind,
The love you have is of a different kind.
I hold my breath and count slowly to ten,
When I open my eyes you’re gone again.
So fragile, so I softly whisper your name,
So strong, you are my souls inner flame.
The spread of your wings are so grand,
A touch from you and love covers the land.
You guided and protected me from the very start,
You are truth, you tell me to open my heart.
You embrace my worry, it’s part of life’s plan,
My Angel, my guide but most of all, my Gran.
Feeling turbidity
in a globe
so remote ,
as to be
a mirage
awash with guilt
armored to be
despondent
courted by
sadness and her wiles
She ,
it is a she
torments
every
waking
moment
I resign
to be hopeful
chained
to the fates
merciless
though they can be
I wish for many
hoping for all ,
your being
my signal light
the guide
my spirit follows
reverently shamefully
homeward,
giving a ray
a shimmer of life
igniting the wick
warming
my depth
pushing her
into nothingness
until she rears
her beauteous
face once again
Radiant sadness
she brings darkness
hopelessness
lies in my mind
she pulls me in
so sweetly
silently
that until
lying in her arms
the realization
and horror
seduced again
I am despairs mistress
But the living are
glimpsed
in patches
as birds darting
branch to limb
bright shining
billboards
declaring a world
living and being
in now
Words written
light infused
missives declaring
an axis turning
my life halting
mid-step,
restarted
with a charge
of words
a vent of power
a gentle stroke of
keystrokes typing
a new chapter
in the book of hope ..
Despair though
desirous she be
not a patch
does she hold on life