Long Haze Poems
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The golden leaves heard the chilled wind’s whisper
as they crumpled with the rhythm of attuned rustle,
composing the melody of the song of winter wonders
that beguiled us as the mist melted in the sapphire sky.
I now find defoliated tree boughs dance in winter gale,
afloat in its stream I see you return to me from the cold,
dissolve the miasma enveloping my glacial memory,
bring the old times through the frosted door of mind.
I feel the warmth of the golden sun you raise for me,
from behind the haze I see the ascent of a new dawn,
you hold my hands, ecstasy defrosts memory landscape,
we walk happy in the quiet garden waiting for the spring.
January 16, 2022
Contest : Winter Wonders Within Nature
Sponsored by : M.L. Kiser
Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.
Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.
Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.
A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.
Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.
When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.
November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
They say destiny is written in stars,
Everything from your triumphs to your scars.
So I stand on pedestal, gazing at dark skies,
Trying to find a reason for another try.
My legs get weary and they shiver,
Somewhere, my hope also quivers.
I try to support my head as tears fall down,
While in despair, I try not to drown.
The soil beneath gets salty from my tears,
Perhaps my hope was shattered in a haze of fears.
But then again, hope, is addictive and fierce,
Like sunlight through stormy clouds, it knows how to pierce.
I again look up to find my destiny written in stars,
As I try to find the counts of triumphs and scars,
Maybe it’s written that I will reach for the stars,
Only when I battle unafraid of the scars.
Twilight haze sears like veld fire in my veins that keep you alive,
Each look from you unleashes a hurricane inside my heart,
I Savor your voice,it hauls me in to its rip-roaring wickedness--
I stay here
Your Oshun styled gate carries you past the candlelight,
A fairy in the street in The Mother City,
Fingers like infernos,they touch nothing,still I am shaken-
Heart clings to memories.
I glide after the glimmer of your smile into twilight,
Anxiety in my chest,I shiver with desire for you,
Dreams shatter around me,yet I remain charmed,restless-
I can't free myself.
Victoria,blazing like sunrise on raging summertime,
Days cannot time the flame that swells at you leaving,
Each fleeting gaze keeps my heart fiery,scorched with passion-
I refuse to yield,
Endless midnights,-your bouquet lingers,
I keep the room dim,the night repeats your whisper,
My soul studies absence,a quiet defiance-
I remain here.
Chess calms my e;I uncork a hellish move in hellish and checkmate my anguish,
Sojourns in Milky Town and Pirara soothes my heartache
Baldwin and jazz saves me,Kippie's horn,Spokes's flute-
Humane Ubuntu is me.
A flicker of hair in the morning breeze
A lost invisible stare through the thicket of trees
A shining glint catches the eye
Upon inspection there is no metal nearby?
A movement unexplained
The sounds of hooves beating the plains
The scrape of iron as sword is drawn
The grunts of men in combat swarm
Evil was here one dawn, evil now dead for many morns
The red of blood splattered around
A stench of death on heated ground
The murmuring of monks under the red of the evening sun
The suffering of innocents has begun
Men in armour order the death of simple village men
Burning wood and smoke staining the air with blood strewn bodies everywhere
A wrong word or two over mead with friends
Could mean respect or death to unarmed men
Dark ages where dark powers reside
Days of yore saw dark deeds of men in dark times
Under blue of sky in these times gone by where rules of law have witnessed many tides
The sounds of the woods as pale light breaks through to shine on grounds where evil ruled.
Under canopies of branch and leaf misty haze settles around
Where shades of shadows hide lost faces of the taken
Blending into trees tautly misshapen
This ground once witnessed murder man-maken.
I’m sitting at this keyboard pecking out a song,
Thinking of the kind of love that always done me wrong.
I let my mind drift back a ways, focus on those simpler days
Of courtship for women and men.
It was a whole different rodeo when…
It was pinball and pool halls,
A shot and a beer, a quarter gonna get you three plays
At your typical blue collar honky tonk joint.
Recalling Waymore and his outlaw days.
Waymore on the prowl when the cat come whispering
Play his smoke and wine for any lady listening
Sniff around the taproom with those no good friends of mine
Take the barmaid home when she gets off at closing time
It was a whole different rodeo when
You could tell from the feel of her skin
We were loving in person back then.
Now with internet dating a fly on the wall
Could choke on the internet haze.
It’s all google-eyed, cyber love, harmony crap;
I’m missing Waymore and his outlaw days.
Waymore on the prowl was a wily specimen.
Caught more tail with come-ons than with instant messaging.
Had a way with words like they were stolen property.
Left a woman knowing she’d been texted properly.
We love the leaves
We love the trees
We love the seasons
We love the fields
We love the woods
We love the hills and valleys carved out for us
We love the snowdrops, the blue bell haze.
We love the sunflowers that the bees embrace.
We love the squirrels cheeky genius
We love the wild meadow flow
We love the seeds
We love the flowers
We love the magic tides
We love the mist
We love the dew.
We love the dusk
We love the views
We love the sun
We love the stars
We love the feelings
We love the sights
We love the sounds
We love nature in all its beauty, in all its majesty, in all its show
We love hearing nature singing, we love to see nature grow
We love nature in all its might from the smallest insect to the glowing sunset light
On the frigid wings of the northern wind,
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clearing haze from fringe of sky’s misty mind,
song bird’s chime ripples life on canvas grey.
Fawn meadow shines with emerald shade new,
in sunburst sky hues of horizon sail.
Dawn’s dulcet gems drape grass with crown of dew,
spring sequins reveal hidden nature trail.
On satin leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with color crescendo the petals dance.
Zephyr floats floral fragrance on soft flow,
butterflies flitter in the tune of trance.
Away from the noise lone life’s bedlams fling,
I get as the gift of God one more spring.
Halogen, on horizon shine.
Pinpoint the effect.
Lampshade, made from what we dine?
Ask and you'll get wrecked.
Courtyard of the vizier?
Not quite a good place.
Axeman, getting busier?
Damned is a disgrace.
Yatalite, thy bluish streaks.
Meteoric blast?
Oh, it's been a matter of weeks.
Statue, plaster, cast.
Best of luck, O yammerer.
Blowing at the hole.
Coin toss, then, O stammerer?
Hammerer, dole, pole.
Wicked is the world these days?
Gods, yes, sir. You bet.
Maze, thy path is lost in haze?
Grey is what they'll get.
Rickshaw, running river, reel.
Show them how we feel!
Tornado, spin! Sage, reveal!
Portal, sign the seal!
Golem, gold. Groundhog, billfold.
Windfall, young or old?
Both, O poet. Oversold?
Muse, light, sparks, meld, mold!
Yardarm, keelhauling. Salting!
Sad to hear them sing!
Hornet, wasp, succor with sting?
Drown the ding-a-ling...
L ow clouds droop as she sits on rumpled gown
O aths of pale secrets falling through ravaged sleeves
S omber cheeks line a hollowed tract, cast down
T iredness all around; steep as barb- wired leaves.
T ainted droplet hides on eyelid’s corner
E ncasing her passages streaked with pain,
A s black stars perch on withered flowers
R eflecting shadows ruptured, glimpses wane.
S ilently her thoughts prick sparse winds, to blow
O pening dam of jarred beats from love’s past haze;
B eyond snuffed wails, lost tear plunges full flow
S ullen as thorns, she weeps in requiem sways.
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