Long Grapevine Poems
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Summer is here with its extended day light
Mountains are giving up on their accumulated stock of snow piles
The river is gushing with vigor carrying fresh cold water supply
Its dancing bubbly liquid is glittering in the sun’s sparkly stimuli
She comes meandering through luscious mountain valleys
Making the surrounding land enriched and generously fertile
Old and new trees of fir, pine and oak stand along her rims
Keep the mountains green and healthy for the roaming animal breeds
The change of the season is showing new growths on the tree tips
Many daisies and purple sweet pea flowers are covering nearby fields
Gorgeous red planted roses are blossoming in the sunlight
A Grapevine is also showing a start of new fruit to my delight
Dark blue magnificent Stellar Jays welcome visitors by their loud songs
Showing their bold inquisitiveness swooping from branch to branch
A pair of black Phoebe birds kept flying on the water to catch flies
Bringing back food to their precious chicks in the nest above a windowsill
A loner mink showed its appearance time to time after sunset
Hurrying fast to find a meal before hiding back into his cozy den
A black bear visited a few times in the darkness of nights
Happily wandering around the shared land after humans are gone to sleep
A visit to the rhythmic mountain river brought energizing breaths of refreshing air
Helped me notice and learn from the simplicity of nature’s behavior
Grapevine stories manipulate and bore
one more ape mind stipulates war
but what for when tears pour
and I’ve never heard of you before
Your name popped up for the first time
word has it you are against mine
don’t know you yet you whine
upset me mate, out my the sunshines
Stunned so I act though should ignore
you mean nothing just a chore
a man disliking me to the core
I lack any interest don’t tell more
Are you just bitter or walking joke
life urging you to hang from rope
head clouded by cannabis smoke
cus you are clearly mentally broke
Go and read my Word Say Word Slay
when you’re done be on your way
I’m a nasty when I play
go now while you breathe okay
My whole life people haven’t liked me
immune persist and deadly
what this life has made me be
make ashes to ashes rest in peace
From me To me…. Rubaiyat
Live and die, live and die;
Let this day pass you by.
Close your eyes, fear no death,
Let your spirit take you high.
You have the lips I love to kiss;
I am too drunk; it's not amiss.
You are my cup; you are my wine,
Give me a kiss; I want the bliss.
I told her a thousand times, drink, and drink some wine;
She told me a thousand times the wine was not fine.
Drunk you are, she replied, remember you are drunk!
Drunk I am, I said that, but wine is divine.
The Dawn gave the news, "The sun is not rising!"
The moon told the night, "It is not surprising".
We are on the ocean floating on a boat.
No sun, no light, let us start an uprising.
I am sober! Give me some wine!
Give me your kisses, now you are mine;
I am burning, burning with love!
I'm just a man, and you're divine.
Burn candle burn, the Moth is all willing.
Willing to die for love isn't a killing;
Burn candle burns the prospect is thrilling;
Die, die for love. It is so fulfilling.
Tie your cup to a grapevine;
Wait for the sun to shine on fine;
Wait for the grapes to harvest love;
Drink the love that we call it wine.
I am in prison. There's no escape.
My jail, my body, bent out of shape.
Who is my jailer? I call him fate.
Release me, jailer. I can't escape.
Nay, I'm me, Nay you are you, and Nay you are me.
Yay, I'm me, Yay, you are you, and yay, you are me.
I am surprised to see me within all of you,
Then am I me? or you are you? Or are you me?
10/2015 Haloo
Revised on 5/24/2020, and again 9/22/2023
Eldest daughter – I Praise
Twenty two years ago
December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
likely thee birth mother)
initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),
and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
but gifted with a daughter,
whose existence far
more precious
than any Earthborn
rare widgets, gewgaws,
gems, et cetera, despite
evoking unsolicited,
unpleasant, and
unmanageable forlorn
communication "dirt poor"
living (at least ten years
of wretchedness at 1148
Greentree Lane) unable
to toot your horn,
cuz unbearable, undesirable,
unforgettable, et cetera,
and manifold challenged ,
when beloved Shana
Punim evinced inborn
developmental delay,
(which severe electric
koolaid acid test
patience of this father),
much more difficult
than playing krummhorn,
now after tendering the trials
and tribulations, an
amalgamation of
poignant affects,
whereat your
permanent presence...
(must never NOT precede mine),
cuz..., I would definitely mourn,
your absence, thus felt the timely
opportunity to dash off
a birthday poem to you
in tandem with sharing,
(while comfortably numb
and figuratively licking war
torn psychological wombs) - torn
and ripped, queued,
peppered natty psyche
pockmarked with scorn
from self, (and those lives,
this dada immediately
impacted) particularly
your person roar'n
with cumulative anger toward
this insightful fellow,
(who claims to know
what thee feel toward me),
especially when ****
hours of valuable
time, now caught
(say, eh...approximately, fraught
upon the half life of rare Earth
element Eden), not
just strictly naught
heard thru the grapevine,
but forcing Math (hew)
analysis, via meditation, poetry
writing therapy, et cetera.
Hence...I apologize,
asper unasked for pain wrought
thee, sans being unemployed,
demeaning "mother Abby,"
bumbling, horrid house
keeper (Hagrid himself,
would turn down invitation),
plus Facebook fiasco,
imbroglio, and locomotive -
complicit in behavior
comparable to pedophile,
yet please let me conclude
by admitting total lack
of wherewithal.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DAUGHTER!
i guess i am an old soul observing
yes, i observe
you in those wonderfully fitting loose pants
you've caught me looking many a time
you know that i am guilty of just being guilty
my punishment is you coming over here and giving me a kiss of convenience
i'll gladly accept it however you decide to give it
however in life, you are gonna hear 'no' and will have no choice but to take it as an answer
the underlying alternative here is that i can still flirt with you with your Beautifully God Created Self and make you smile
i guess the wedding band on your finger keeps you grounded
it is definitely keeping me grounded.....for life i tell you!
my everloving lord.....the way you sway those hips, girlfriend!!!!!!
i think i better go in the house so the HE can simmer down
the nerve of you smiling at my grapevine misfortune
i am weak.....i am getting weaker
i gotta put on my bobby womack 45 to rebalance myself
i wish he didn't trust me too much
it strengthens my will, but for life, it will be lingering
indeed, mr. rundgren, i gotta gets me a woman......and forget about her
however, Lord, if i am deserving of some type of punishment for an unnoticed and unseen sin, then you are surely doing a good job of it!
I see in his eyes
A guarded steel wall,
The mysterious darkness
Hiding an unknown fall.
His words are quiet
And sometimes lost,
He comes and goes
Just like winter’s frost.
The grapevine speaks
Of a troubled past,
A broken moment
With a permanent cast.
A sense of mistrust
Hides the emotions he feels,
Buried deep inside
It’s his past he conceals.
The dark of his eyes
Draws me in,
Making me wonder
What motivates him to swim.
With calm reserve
He walks through the store,
Only buying what he needs
And nothing more.
The air around him
Filters courageously strong,
And no obvious label
Promotes his past wrong.
I see in his eyes
There’s so much more,
But he hides it all
Behind a locked door.
Traveling along the Grapevine
soft green hills look like earthy fabric
folded into velvet shadow crevices.
Layers of rich, luxurious shapes
form the mountainous terrain.
As we make our way along the highway
the golden glow of the afternoon sun
caresses the flowing hillsides
oh so gently
on this cool winter’s day.
Sparse oaks flash their amber leaves
over the muted landscape
loudly interrupting introverted hues
that linger quietly over the grassy fields.
Against a whitewashed sky
hints of snow can be seen
amongst the scarce pines
while in the valley, sagebrush whip around
on a random road near run down barns
where ravens hide.
A linear network of power lines appear
marching like steel sentries
transformers conquering fields
while a formidable army of cars and trucks
hurry towards their endless destinations
unaware of the quiet beauty that surrounds.
Watch me turn that
dirty water
into the finest
of wines
From the outside
looking in
it appears thine eyes
are clouded
I appear shrouded
in mystery
& covered in
a history unknown
Earthly throne illusions
pale in comparison
to the kingdom
discovered within
I've already seen
the end
so beginning is a
foregone conclusion
Their collusion
started a war
deemed unwinnable
by The Most High
My rules of engagement
seem foreign
as they differ from
what's seen as
conventional
Protruding
thought forms are
no match for my
intentional flames
coming from the sky
FYI
This is a lighter
with fluid
that flows everlasting
with no intention to gain
I reign from a place
where rain is a
necessary evil and
given much respect
A space where
its drops are seen
in retrospect
as mere projections
The smere & wetness
was needed in order to
facilitate growth
from the seeded
Now there's grounds
to grow toward the sky
without backward eyes
This bastardized
tilling of grounds we see
is a perversion of what he
originally had in mind
In due time
some will see if the fruit
was really worth the
growing of the tree
Watch me
as I transform
from water into ice
& then steam rising high
A locomotive powered
by dreams
from behind clear
open eyes
If this tracks
years from now
they'll be mapping
the course of my train
A pioneer
squeezing every drop
from the grapevine
in the rain
Anna is the name that's mine
Banana is the witty rhyme
Clever was the one to find
Different words that sound so fine
Ending every other line
Flowing, they become Devine
Glowing as they intertwine
Helping to make up one's mind
If they will stand the test of time
Just in case, your ears are blind
Knowing it, should ease your mind
Limits help you, to align
Many thoughts, you must assign
Numeric, alphabetic, or by rhyme
Options vary, but are confined
Poetry must be defined
Questions answered, every time
Riddles only some can find
Stanzas, group several lines
Take it from the grapevine
Unique wording will spellbind
Vulnerable souls, when combined
With poetic thought, behind
X marks the place in time
You find the niche where you shine
Z was predestined to end this rhyme
Cream of fire, liquicksilvered star incendiaire,
leaves imprint for the World to see,
hangs hook on the sky, suspended
freeze framed to sprawl spidered vein, drip thickly ordinance, molasses covers the mind.
Bismolling rinse, a curse of the eye,
the Hephaestus tear, cascading bull, work
of Virgoan theme in paradox of shift of paradigmatic-meticulous-metaCoolty-times divison sine.
The Dragon lies in wait to devour. Her child
come early, premature, but at a late hour.
Humanity
sways in union of hypnotic wave,
like blown sands of the sea.
Flood hits the shore, blurring lines and s
contouring laws to grapevine, to wine and dis stain
in the presses of drunken powerlines,
rolling blackouts and rape of con-fined.
A body without a head,
full on moons of zombie
with channel locks and no native neem.
Silence, breathes. Darkness, weaves.
Disbelief is blended with terror and
chaotivity.
For unity alone does not a true path portend.
Hiccups, reshuffle, bend.
The devil's dream come full circle,
sheep to tend, wolves to defend.
His time is short, now,
get ready for the "shake up", my friend.