Long Gliding Poems
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This is the Day She Turns 30
by Lori Maria Walton
This is the day
when she turns thirty
but it is just a day
that nature, in its eternal flow,
acknowledges with a smile at
human constructs,
which are all caged.
This is the day
when she turns thirty,
receives roses, plays with daisies,
hums a secret love song,
gliding with steady wings
in the conference of the birds,
who are all free.
This is the day,
when the mirror looks into a blue, shining ocean
of spectacular eyes and sees
beauty, magic and elegance
making love on the seabed
which is translucent
She rises from the daisies
far above the day
and becomes timeless
she surfs with the minerals under an absolute sky
I see her and I see her beaming
behind a veil of joy
Form:
Earth whispers
I hear her
I am here to receive
Nuances of flight and discovery
My senses warm with anticipation
Fragments of hope and desire
Pain and loss
Arrive on moonbeams of broken glass
Shattered dreams sing
Delivering silky threads
Glistening with seedlings of rebirth
Opening my heart, I close my eyes
Leaning forward into the warmth of the sun
Wearing my vulnerability on my sleeve
I dive headfirst off the cliff
Opening my arms to capture
The energy of the moment
Fingertips outstretched, reaching out
Beckoning encounters with the here and now
How wonderous to receive you
Dear light and love
I journey into what was – what is - and what will be
Messages arrive from you
Feathered musical notes
Cries from the lonely ones
Howls from the night animals
Thunderheads boom in the distance
Piercing the velvet blackness
A warm wave caresses me as you glide by
Tickling me with your tailfeathers
Magic in motion as time stands still
Inside the teardrop I gaze outward
Immersed in the beauty of
What it means to be alive
Persimmon heartbeats envelope me
A gentle rhythm as we rise
To the downy envelope between
Earth and sky
Gliding in peace and unity
Through star crusted waves of
Lavender light
Exhaling gratitude
Overwhelmed while drifting into a foreign place
As water submerges me, all that I know is suddenly erased
I dive in deeper, dare to discern
What’s hidden in the darkness exposes all I never learned
As noise and clatter from land gradually departs
My eyes are opened to a world that has existed from the start
Beyond the waves under many layers
Unlocks the doors to creations even greater,
Slower in motion, infinite in size
As the journey down under leads to surprises
Glimmering lights that are part of many designs
Helps to determine what it is I find
Its space underwater as antenna lights put on a show
For all of these entities seem to just dance around and glow
Just like stars light up a clear blue night
Florescent assembly’s pass by in pure sight
For I am the intruder, they all stare me down
While gliding like a mermaid I try not to make a sound
There is order and submission among this water nation
I yield to their council with extreme anticipation
Many mind their business and some threaten with ferocious stings
But as I linger on I see magnificence in everything
Vegetation sways to the rhythm of the changing tide
Appearing to grant shelter as they open their mouths wide
Budding plants are like silent firework shows under waters waves
Majestic presentation of species that are free instead of slaves.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: under the waves
In the nights sky, The big round MOON amplifies
Nocturnally a journey set in motion, as my minds eye opens
Through the SHINING STARS so high, to the MILKY WAY I will fly
Hyperspace I'll travel as time stands frozen, a journey full of emotion
Exosphere has been reached its a convey, to the planets walkway
Nebula's fill the empty darkness, in the distance I can see VENUS
Inferior they say, but her light beautifully bright it takes my breath away
Gliding by MARS in its state of unwillingness, a red hue glows in all its wickedness
Heading by the gas giant I flee, for JUPITER holds his principles in a high degree
To PLUTO it has armor made of ice, the dwarf PLANET its toughness will suffice
So as I reach my apogee, the emptiness invaded by mystery was a site to see
The stratosphere in sight, to Earth draped in deep blue she can really entice
Knowing the journey must come to an end, God I must commend
Youthfulness builds imagination for tomorrow, something we must never outgrow
5/2/2017
The glaciers swept over the corridors of North America standing in the back yard of Alaska they carved out the great lakes in Alberta, British Columbia and Montana and, gazes at you from the depth of the ocean.
I feel like gliding on ice, Colorado and Washington have paid the price and if you look at the mountains beyond the ocean the glaciers are singing sweet melody with a pestle and a disc.
They look like human from afar and the Yukon Territory, and Nunavut has something dynamic for all; the land is caving in and there is not much time left to rescue vain men from their sin.
Oregon, is whistling a tune and California is watching the evening news , Wyoming, is listening to the ice break and Navada is witnessing the mountain shake.
The ice is melting under your feet and the heat is soaring to a hundred and fifty degrees, the men in boats with bear backs burnt to their core are grumbling but nature is asking them for more.
The quicksand is moving and the glaciers are sinking, soon there will be no one left to sing; the summer is still lingering around and glaciers are singing in the ocean like a clown.
Come journey with me to the Swiss alps and let us see what they have got, the heat is penetrating the blocks and , shifting the ice into a landlock. The mountains are weeping and the birds are gallivanting, the glaciers are staring at you and they can make your dream come through.
The European Alps are huge and they can make music for me and you
their hydrological cycle, gives us hydroelectricity, freshwater for flora and fauna, but now the are melting slowly draining out all the glory, the heat has taken them away and the spot where they once laid has decayed.
The glaciers are melting and you have got to do something before they disappear, the sea level is rising, the landscapes have depreciated and groundhog day will soon go away, listen to the glaciers speak.
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I remember those summer nights of warm caresses
when father used to stand on the balcony and point
at those beautiful stars, full of stardust and shine
The way the breeze seemed to whisper to the trees
bringing over, a touch of melancholy and morose
making the morning glories close to heavens ope
Every songbird of daytime would perch and rest
as the fireflies flitted like the lanterns of night
bringing brightly lit smiles in a summer's eve
I remember the nights warm and true as we shared
a moment or two, before bedtime's renew
the pride in his eyes the look on his face
I remember everything I said to him that night
beneath the fantastical blue moon light
we were like to angels, gliding taking flight .
March 14, 2019
Have they heard
The flutter of bright wings
The birds are too scared to sing
All the crumbles
Of leaves on the trees
When it’s not fall has everyone wondering
Why is the world deciding to fall
Why are there many wings at every call
Why is all greenery dead as can be
It could only be one thing
The poison butterflies
Gliding through the skies
Finding what it takes to survive
The poison butterflies
Using the supply
Planning to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
Have they heard
The crops are all dying
The children are crying
No matter the place
Mothers say
“My dears please don’t worry
We might not last long anyway”
Why is the world deciding to fall
Why won’t the leaders do anything at all
Why are people so blind to the beauty
It could only be one thing
The poison butterflies
Conquering the skies
Doing what it takes to survive
The poison butterflies
Staining the supply
Ready to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
No one is safe from the terror of wings
Having more power than a thousand stings
Appearing so pretty but doing much harm
Escaping without any threat and alarm
Beware of the butterflies taking the skies
Close all the windows and leave places where they lie
They fly on flowers to ruin their core
Their contact on common folk bruises and spores
Everything’s died to the poison butterflies
Nothing left for the poison butterflies
The poison butterflies
Conquered the skies
Did what it took to survive
The poison butterflies
Spoiled the supply
Learned how to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
Have they heard
The butterflies rule everything
Treat them like the most fearful of kings
Mothers say
“Dears, the world’s not as you know it
But we’ll have to learn that it is okay.”
When life as one knows it
Will be shattered and broken
It could be unspoken
To forget all the tokens
When nature conspires
People are not wired
To gather all that’s ruined and start their own fire
A entirely submissive herd
With so much to learn
But no time remains
They are all stuck in pain
Too afraid of what they could burn
So now and forever
The world is in the reign of those who
Knew how to fly
Conquered the skies
Did all they could to destroy earth in so little time
Those poison butterflies
Fireflies face extinction due to habitat loss, light pollution and
pesticides. What have they done to deserve such callous fate?
"No man is an island"
A saying by the English author John Donne
Fireflies
Born underneath enigmatic expanding skies
Cuddled by a Blue Planet of emerald and ice.
Like a serpentine river of gems silently arise
Gliding on gossamer wings evoking surprise.
Sparkling rubies wove in the curtain of night
Bathed in darkness in sheer ethereal delight.
Solemnly await the inevitable ultimate flight
Towards soothing rays of love's healing light!
Penned: 02/07/2023
4:25 p.m.
N. Las Vegas
golden warmth flows
glittering crystals receive
shimmering waves dance
rising into the sky
gliding twists and turns
effortlessly to go
air does ruffle through
longing to be free
fluff on gentle breeze
from the sky descends
moves upon the airs
to where ere it may be
flowing onward downward
flight unbound be
swooping lightly turning
ere it may flow
flowing freely onward
yet by walls constrained
seeking ever freedom
where unto be
flow onto the freedom
endless choices before
free from all constrictions
still continues on
sharpness does the air fill
with ionic tang
calling ever onward
to a place to find
fills the breeze with crying
to the heart does call
longing ever aching
for that unknown
tar and oak a creaking
on the rising swells
currents pulling outward
straining to be free
thunder calls me onward
fabric fills the air
chains rattle loudly
bindings do break free
far away does call me
to the place I seek
to find a new tomorrow
and the place I’ll be
Her feet crush the coarse dirt,
settling from foot to foot in approach.
Tendons flex; bones remember weather.
Wings—thin bone, taut skin—rise,
each feather catching a gale it cannot see the end of.
The body lunges.
Wings propel upward as a single draft is caught.
Legs lock into a streamlined stance,
and the body relaxes, gliding on years to come.
The dirt seems never to have existed;
storm gales he dark sea below.
Flying spray and rising mist crust her beak with salt.
Endless currents shepherd the locked wings through thick fog.
Half in repose,
sweeping the air—never too high, never too low.
She has always been this far from land, and never.
Seasons crust her wings like old weather she can’t shed.
Then the wind snaps. A warning.
Wings unfold.
A wall of petrichor and sulfur rises ahead.
Feathers shudder.
Tendons unlock. Her body loosens.
Feet strike giving soil,
legs search for footing as friction returns.
Salt gives way to soil.
The dirt is dirt again.