Long Gyroscope Poems
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This ship, this Earth;
Satellite on a quest;
Sailing universal seas.
Azurite orb,
Whirling gyroscope,
Seeking a new adventure.
Pilgrim of galactic light,
Browsing the heaven’s shop windows.
What do you see, Gaia?
What do you know?
Your womb gave me
Up when you were millennia old.
Teach me now, the meaning of life;
Of existence.
I savor your flesh,
Drink your blood.
Your earthly breast
Feeds me and breath
Nourishes my body.
Mother Gaia, this
phoenix must burn
to be reborn; sharing
ashes with its siblings.
Light my fire so that
I am cleansed for a
New journey;
My next life awaits.
I need to peruse
your secrets and
Return your gifts;
it’s the give and take
That nourishes all life.
Restless slumber disturbs the lady; swift thoughts float
Like yachts silently sailing by the grand keynote
After the short, hot night of summer's compact dreams
Active fluid inferior frontal gyrus streams
Unsettled speculation ends when sudden beams~
Dawn arises upon angel wings of soft white
Offers reflection of topics on which to write
Deep in grooves seeking spiritually nonfinite
Awaiting the rising of a bright fireball sun
Expressions imprinted released outward for fun
Or curtail humor get ready my son much done
That opens a new summer day to fulfill all
Spirit filled day open to wonder what might fall
Sweet angels surround, lift, caress, remove pitfalls
As the sun arises gold prophesying hope
Let hope radiate out full like a kaleidoscope
The language bring communion like a gyroscope
Angels guard precious souls 'til they arrive home
After the short, hot night of summer's compact dreams
Dawn arises upon angel wings of soft white
Awaiting the rising of a bright fireball sun
That opens a new summer day to fulfill all
The hot sun arises gold prophesying hope
Angels guard precious souls 'til they arrive home
finis'
Crown of Couplets contest sponsored by Catie Lindsey
Written: July 05, 2016
I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!
He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!
I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.
I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!
For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest
On my way back home
Whilst walking the straight clearing
Made by trampling over grass
By human feet, creating a path without greens.
I walked this way many times already,
And many times
I came back home safe.
I thank my ancestors for making a path.
Its kept clear, flowers will not bloom
Not on that pathway,
Nor will shrubs and bushes
Scratch my legs.
I love this path!
My legs! It bleeds from four deep and small holes!
Blasted snake! Really had to walk my way!
I hear the crows loud and clear
While in my head, a Gyroscope that lost its spin.
I never realized
That I stepped on a snake’s tail.
It never hurts to be cautious and not complacent on things that are long before existing and known.
The sea, a froth of blue, had in the night
erupted, and it now was brutally
attacking, rising up with all its might
against a lonely house too dim to see
inside the mist enveloping the shore
if not for the bright glow that it sent out
to ships, which as they met the waters’ roar,
were like small toy boats being cast about.
The solitary lighthouse, standing tall,
would not relinquish its strong light of hope.
Those waves could rage and on that building fall
with fury, writhing like a gyroscope,
but nature would restore its calm again
before the lighthouse let its beacon wane.
Written July 23, 2017 for the Lighthouse Contest of Eve Roper
Blue Jay
I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand.
Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really? I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always at the horizon.
Was it the avian gyroscope
Tacking as if to turbulence,
Or since motion can betray
Location - best feign frozen?
(Once they mused about millennia hence
But scarcely would’ve thought that whence
The confluence of Saurian and Simian roar
Could ever have writ so poorly a score
As has devolved to: cheep; rap nonsense)
I shall call you Icarus for impetuousness
Has got you to ground; like your hapless
Namesake, he from tempting high C,
You, before finding your key.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2018