Long Halcyon days Poems
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my halcyon days of childhood
alas! i feel as lost ecstatic paradise
i played under the azure sky
now in no way memory permits to sacrifice
i screamed along with my friends
my free heart now lies in grave of time
flawless sound of words are rusted as an old iron bar
in solitude stepping to the valley of mime
Oh! my lovely golden days of childhood
will you meet me in my old age again
when a new rainbow will smile above
ditto feeling will pass through my vein
So they came to a point when it looks inevitable
Like that happened with numbers one and two
And like ages ago, it seems inexplicable
Wars grow like a garden of stones can grew
Stigmatized, victimized for some abstract aim
That shall be proclaimed as our sacred duty
After halcyon days we have lost the game
War returns refreshed, the peace outputted
So it turns out that the need for war
Coincides with the need for mass subjugation
We are forced to resist the most vile foe
And the foe says exactly the same of our nation
Politicians speak out their viral war dances
Intellectuals get infected the most
The commons must use the god given chances
To save the values, with their lives cost
Bloody values are valued more than all lives
The insane metaphysics of global war
Still works, for the few think to be glorified
That's the godsent fate they were made for
The rulers desire for mass destruction
Has not yet been properly understood
Still the missles are deemed as the best action
To protect the neighbours from neighbourhood
Go on, warriors, passport every leaf on a tree
Take control over every move people make
Slander a natural right to be free
Trash a thought of peace as an enemy’s fake
Pray yer old bloody god at the early dawnings
Abide to old customs, innate hatred to strangers
Though one of them stares at you every morning
From the mirror, and looks like an old acquaintance.
Let us loose upon the lands our children,
So they shall be in woven sunbeams clad,
And romp free in winter’s snow-lined cauldron,
Drink in star showers, by starlings’ flight led,
With the largess of nature often fed.
Let their minds be lodged in the greenest vale,
Playful under the bluest lagoon’s spell,
In earth’s bosom give them halcyon days.
With a lasting firmness may their hearts swell,
To suffer none to debauch nature’s grace.
From marble and granite to steel and glass,
we were discussing Rhina Espaillat’s On the Avenue in class,
was it 1950s or 1980s NYC and were the fifties
the city’s halcyon days or is it now, the 2020s,
the boroughs teeming with immigrants
from the round earth’s imagined corners,
Hasidim and Muslim, Haitian and Russian, as we
Italians and Irish in an earlier era were. Everything will
be ok or not, the recombinations which make
prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
and each individual an experiment gone well or wrong.
On the avenue God speaks by spewing
toy and clothing stores, breakdancers and ice skaters,
the Brooklyn Navy Yard seen from the Brooklyn Bridge,
the skyline admired when my car broke down on the Triborough Bridge.
The numbers of us overwhelm, there exist powers
overwhelming for the human body and mind.
I don’t mind but I can’t make sense of it.
Gandhi said What you do may not seem important
but it is very important that you do it. By that what is meant?
Linda complained Why does God always have to be a man?
I replied He could be a she but She’s probably really
a Tyrannosaurus rex. I like to be in America!
It seems like only yesterday
I was young and climbing trees
Running through the forest
Scraping arms and knees
Playing tag or hide and seek
Hop-scotch or skipping rope
Making a bow and arrow
Building a periscope
Playing ball on the local lot
Wishing upon a star
Swinging on a hanging vine
Stealing from the cookie jar
Tossing a ball against a wall
Making figures out of clay
Raiding the local apple trees
Jumping in a pile of hay
Playing cowboys and indians
Saturday morning cartoons
Running around like hooligans
Acting like silly baboons
Memories all come flooding back
As I sit here and reminisce
Of halcyon days way back when
Filled with pure happiness
© Jack Ellison 2012
Today we went for a country walk
Ended up in the children’s park
Tempted by the dangling swings
Soon we were swinging high doing our thing
Freedom to go back to childhood ways
How I remember those halcyon days
When we didn’t have a care in the world
And we were free to fly as high as a bird
Then I spied the water driven merry go round
Jumped on one of the horses a few inches off the ground
Round and round the horse went at a leisurely pace
I sat back and had a massive grin upon my face
Gushing water; which makes the wheel go round
Bought back so many memories it is an awesome sound
Freedom to think back to many a happy day
When my son was little and I’d take him there to play
The final treat for me was a little motorbike on a spring
Sitting there rocking to and fro it made my heart sing
Memories of a time we went on an early date
I still have a photo oh gosh I looked so great
My hair was blonde and curly I wore a top in pink
Today I was a child at heart whatever others may think
I look back and see I haven’t changed a lot
And I cherish all the memories I have got
Jan Allison
29th June 2014
Ten word challenge
Words to be used:
1.Halcyon
2.Opulent
3.Jealousy
4.Visceral
5.Exuberant
6.Sonorous
7.Penumbra
8.Desultory
9.Cynical
10.Crepuscular
10 Lines only
HALCYON days of long ago, when OPULENT ones lived
without fear of JEALOUSY as all were richly satisfied
EXUBERANT joy was felt as all expected an even brighter future,
where everyone would enjoy abundant peace and security
Then suddenly, a SONOROUS chorus of evil nationalism swept the globe
as 1914 closed with VISCERAL feelings of fear mixed with national pride
Only a PENUMBRA of hope was left as CREPUSCULAR days of evil war
eclipsed any hope of lasting peace for humankind
Since then the human experience has been at best DESULTORY
leading to the CYNICAL feelings of disbelief that exist until today.
John Derek Hamilton
January 29,2016
The countryside is as delectable as an apple pie, feel free to dip in and enjoy a slice of my world , quote by poet
When I need to relax and seek quiet meditation
I head for the countryside without any hesitation
My weekend retreat’s perched on top of the hill
far away from the city, it’s so peaceful and still
The picturesque lake is such a tranquil scene
with the mountains reflected it looks so serene
Cool fresh mountain air is like a soothing balm
I’m at one with nature, I’m content and calm
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
05/14/21
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Been cruising along then all of a sudden
Wham! You came up from behind
Behind the great walls of secrecy
Lost my ability to observe
Like how our lives had gotten along
Since life threw us both a curve
We drifted apart without knowing why
Sadly we each took different paths
It matters not coz you're with me again
In spirit oh so I did yearn
To relive those days those halcyon days
Days that were free of care
I'm floating on air as I sing a love song
It's more than my heart can bare
Sadly time has changed many things
From the sweetest times I recall
But just to know that you love me still
They're the sweetest words of all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!
I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park
With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!
Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade
Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend, Lloyd,
Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.
I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand
And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022