Long Gyration Poems
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Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication,
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.
Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent;
Or briskly moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.
Shooting sighs and moans we fired last night still glows
As tangoed silhouetted shadows hungered love dancing
Peeping breeze outside match our whispers and calls flow
Desiring to dip and sway like leaves our top wanting
Our hands and lips pastel strokes to light brushes show
Two bared torso's touching amidst silken sheets warmed
Daring palms to fingertips send fevers upon hungry hips
Heartbeats stomps and thumps like bass drums stormed
Thrusts and pumps to nerves draw carousels of round trips
Stirring sweats to trail slow on curves adorned
Sweet scented heart lips in nonstop loving caress
As tempos rising aplenty voice fusion fueled cries
Torso's now blossom blessed by their loving impress
Gyration waves ebb after reaching heavenly skies
Legs twine, breaths calm, sated souls fall finesse
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 17.14pm, May 24, 2015
Dream
Swim through
Cream the treats
And follow keenly
The stream
Of the trying glue
Making up awesome beats
Of sounds filed serenely
Sleep
Don't hesitate
To chill down
Today's gladden heart
So deep
Of driving memories state
Within-out the colorful town
That makes celebration an art
Oh she is but a simple leaf
Withering off its branch
Having a new apt hope
For the coming bliss
Upon loamy soil
To live on and
Never die
Unjust!
In brief
If soil stanch
No room for rope
Target rather go amiss
And to the source shall recoil
Its functionality to the very grand
Set in fear to never again break the tie
For such memory ever barely live in dust
The world:- of your life's infernal gyration
Shall forever be a dream off consummation
Amen ??
Dot to dot conjoin
words we wish to coin;
splash in the ocean,
joy’s magic potion.
Soul's inspiration
shapes thought gyration,
to blissfully dance
in ambedo trance.
Our heart's pure intent,
grants the void consent
to forge words in shape,
leaving all agape.
Dot by dot so linked,
canvas now love inked,
by music patterns;
our night sky lanterns.
As thought flow resumes,
vibrancy assumes
heart’s unique flavours,
which our soul savours.
The curtain when drawn,
ushers a new dawn,
for each hue is new,
like the morning dew.
15-November-2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
She is sculpture...
green hills in chasms of sensual carvings
chiseled on majestic torso of mountains
and silence of stillness flows in streams.
She is painting ...
beautiful colors in vales of floral polaroids
blazing frocks of petals in threads of filigree
and a breathless canvas reflects vision of life.
She is poetry...
buoyant and carefree, soul lost in mystic trance
sunlit meadows, dark nights, throbbing stars,
and fathomless thoughts, wisdom of grey hair
She is music...
when raindrops rustle soft melody on leaves
symphony of gyration, sea breeze sail hope
and chirps resonate in a serenade staccato
She is dance...
when a flock of birds embraced in blue sky
choreograph cloudy frills in tranquil white
and seamless winds twirl in a ballerina .
She is Nature's Joy, a masterpiece of art
patron of timeless solace, for a solitary heart
Dated 4th March 2020
SOP OF A SONGBIRD
At the labyrinth of life
Fear of its complex nature griped our heart
Like a stranger at a tripartite junction.
Worries came afterward , humping us high and dry with impossible mission
Life became humdrum in a fixed gyration
And like a gyro, our earth revolves
Sonorously , we are made to sing : the songs of the slaves
How can a fire burn without fuel and hands functions without bones
Then you can tell, how the life can function without divine faith
Now! Let the ear that hears hear
the songs of a humming birds
A song of hope , the tune of faith
The faith that fires fear
A true reflection of hope, treasures of our rich universe
And the saviour of mankind
From the chagrined and chary of life
Form:
When time flies, feelings of euphoria,
spur jaw-dropping habitus within,
vision of nirvana on groundswell earth,
chirping bird amber tone on hedgerow,
cacophony that piercing aural backdrop,
riotry of wild bewitching warble,
golden fronted leaf, black nape oriole,
northern red bishop,
snapshot or sedation, honey dribbled spatula,
that ladles satin eardrums,
as momentary plot unveils its kernel,
fleeting countdown to ecstatic charm,
mesmerising tailspin gust bract swirl,
of diamond stud color burst variety,
time lag is an instinct riven leap,
lustrous spark escape hatch mere sprint,
who could be immune to such splendour,
embellishment or antic flourish,
folly swept aside in brisk stanza,
hyperbole on jewel rim chariot,
passenger in situ juggling spheres,
morning dew mist clad bank enchantment,
divinity in spiral foam waterfall trance,
speckled moon’s transient blind soar,
amid hall of mirror dream cloud etching,
bonfire of imagining without rein,
infant echo chamber left me thunderstruck,
lightning flash recall as I shudder,
with ardent inkling of toddler stopwatch era,
parental caper, boisterous shriek,
blue stain paddle boat capsized,
guffaws at the peak of silver rush,
backscatter on a prior and current bloom,
like a reckless swimmer’s wild swipe,
at a grazed iron metal lifebuoy,
whose toss and turn gyration high jinx,
another symbol for the heaven in one’s palm,
that vanishes as soon as it clocks in.
Why is a kiss such a passionate thing
That smolders from deep down inside
The tenderness of two moist warm lips
Trigger emotions too intense to hide
For centuries, it's been a symbol of love
Throughout just about all of mankind
The fiery intensity, the closeness of souls
Invite lovers to explore, to find
Blood pressure rises, we quiver and shake
Words to describe it don't exist
A euphoric overwhelming passion happens
Raising senses to a feverish pitch
Culminating in the ancient act of love
Another indescribable sensation
The explosion of two bodies uniting as one
In a twisting, spiralling gyration
© Jack Ellison 2012
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
SWEATS and SWEETS
Shooting sighs and moans we fired last night still glows
As tangoed silhouetted shadows hungered love dancing
Peeping breeze outside match our whispers and calls flow
Desiring to dip and sway like leaves our top wanting
Our hands and lips pastel strokes to light brushes show
Two bared torso's touching amidst silken sheets warmed
Daring palms to fingertips send fevers upon hungry hips
Heartbeats stomps and thumps like bass drums stormed
Thrusts and pumps to nerves draw carousels of round trips
Stirring sweats to trail slow on curves adorned
Sweet scented heart lips in nonstop loving caress
As tempos rising aplenty voice fusion fueled cries
Torso's now blossom blessed by their loving impress
Gyration waves ebb after reaching heavenly skies
Legs twine, breaths calm, sated souls fall finesse
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©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
17.14pm, May 24, 2015