Long Haze Poems
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We Welcome May
The month of May unfolds her blossoms soon;
she comes betwixt mid-spring and summer days-
tween buds of April and full bloom in June.
Spring daffodils and tulips paved the ways-
then followed by the spread of verdant haze,
as budding limbs prepared for their new phase.
Soon bursts of color, like pink peonies,
and deep green leaves will paint a brilliant hue,
since rain in early spring did well-appease
and energized bold blossoms to accrue.
From pastel shades, bright landscapes will ensue
to weave May's color scheme for us to view.
Our May- her name alone lifts up our hearts;
we've honored her with love through all the years.
This child of spring displays earth's vernal arts
till summer's full maturity appears.
May days are special- summer's pioneers-
set up June's gifts before she disappears.
Then, lovely May will yield to next month's clime-
when midyear month of June brings summertime.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: A N/A Rerun
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 06/27/2019
in the haze i fix my gaze
to the burning tree in front of me
what a sight in the fading light
burning so bright
the orange glow burning so slow
now it is night the forest is alight
the earlier sight now filled with fright
the very loud roar scares me to the core
the sky is red so many animals dead
the forest land is burning grand
amazing site that is filled with fright
we run from the hills our water tank spills
not looking back at the monsters attack
we run we run from the burning sun
our land is on fire this is extremely dire
tomorrow we pray for a wind change day
as we pay respect and feel our neglect
we ask the sky to listen to our cry.
Crystal eyes gleam
at the prospect of
scintillating sapphire blush
gliding films of
wonder dilate bliss
driven lilac haze
spasmodic orbital earth
spinning obtuse lumen
tangents of night mist
droplets whilst baton
passing relay to a
fledgling bronze dawn
casting nirvana plume
upon dream realm
bloom ecstatic as
it relishes omen
rich tinctured contrast
between charcoal sky
nocturne palettes
as they filter and
flit twinkling star
navy seamless scant
that segued so obscure
effulgent epigram
ebullient now clusters
prismatic pathway to
heavenly halos as
distances dangle yet
taunt blearier thoughts
craving respite from
otherworldly current
teetering that oft
piles havoc on havoc
and so life’s gust
ridden rapt round
cycle of gold dust
dalliance escape or
plangent zither polar
opposite amid restless
fugitives static in
behemoth bemused
boundless bearing that
eludes prized benefit
silver leaf whorl
shatters global coma
somersault wish fountain
spewing visual candy
intent on potted
gut wrench ferment
aqueous humor
corn-rimmed pun
devoid of humour
and weak seed
awash with less
than fluid gag
embryonic platform
feeble tug at
lenses partly stymied
but Spring usher’s
first light crocus
that beacon prompt
An impartial day
Upon lush yonder valleys,
golden sun rays glow
Reflected raindrops prism,
forming a partial rainbow
Just above my head,
darkness stubbornly grows
Interrupting one of natures,
iridescent idyllic shows
I follow blind trajectory
towards riverbeds below
To find a multicolored haze,
surrounding the meadow
Fleeting glimpse of oneness,
albeit broken as it goes
Perfection alone is nothing,
fulfillment makes it so.
By
David Kavanagh
As the sun bleeds through a haze
a bird off somewhere sings.
For how long, I ask.
How long before it’s gone?
A leaf falls from an oak
as a branch sways.
I’m waking to a quiet conversation
and the chair I’m sitting on creaks.
Neighbors moved out of the house
two doors down before I had the chance
to know them.
Neighbors have always come and gone.
Cut branches litter the front yard
but in back lies a patch of flowers.
I look at a birthday card sent late
from someone I knew. It says
he’s moved from a seven-room house
to assisted living. I look at shadows
on the wall and ask, Wasn’t it just
yesterday when we went for long runs
and told jokes on Sundays
to make the miles pass
and celebrate the life we had?
But it’s Wednesday and I have bills to pay
before going to work, where coworkers and I
make small talk, but inside I know
we are strangers, each filling a role.
My ears ring as I look out the window.
It’s a new day, I say, then sigh
as the sun bleeds through a haze.
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
R-ays beneath the sky
H-ave brightened the day;
O-ctober fifteenth morn,
N-ight shadows go
A-way.
N-eath the sky the beacon
O-bliterates the cold chill;
L-ight warms the heart,
L-etting it feel the thrill.
E-ventide has disappeared,
D-arkness passes from view;
O-ne dawn denies the dusk, twilight, gray and blue.
C-rimson beneath the sky
O-ffers a million mirth;
M-uch joy is truly brought,
B-ecause of your birth.
A-ir underneath the sky
L-ets the breeze bring softness;
I-t's the ecstasy in mind,
C-ausing huge happiness.
E-arly flame is shining, mist and haze have gone by;
R-ed gleams and glints are rays beneath the sky.
Written: December 30, 2023
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Embrace the oxymoron, if you will.
Shall I fool you with monsoon wrath?
Despite tears of rain, life will prevail.
via shattered aspirations.
clouds flirt with slate-azure moon
sunlight kisses the sea at dawn.
wind sighs to trees in plains of lustrous dew.
and scoff at me and you.
as trilling robins show up.
A radiant core of nature's elixir
yet, sunlight will flicker.
cloudless white will appear.
as gold, zenith, and amethyst adorn the sky.
Flaming saffron is poised to streak.
Cureless by modern science.
bare ribs, limbs, and joints fried.
Whispering winds hindered dexterity.
My vertebrae melted, were bare, and broke.
senseless failure to stand or fully expel.
weakened and can't sleep or thrive.
Wairua Worth dark wrath wrecked while
tethered as terms tumble to thrill.
Quill Genesis grows with glorious grace.
while the vile sword is versatile.
Cast aside vanity; dangling merely fits.
Rhapsody hopes to work; ponder if sick.
in shape, rekindled with sunshine
Life waltz beyond light, its nodes drew.
Slightly erratic amid a black haze.
feeling weak, leaving me bewildered.
My soul is cunning and cynical.
earned seclusion as slight streams.
Only gloomy storms entice me.
I hope for sunshine and a light breeze.
Shimmer! Sheer light!
dimming shadows ensue.
My life is on a slippery slide.
spaciously clear passageways.
shimmer! shimmer! before I leave.
subtly allow the warm rays in.
dance around my fading bed.
across the faintly lit abyss.
I should set upward...
Armed with abundance, infinity dictates
Charmed by assurance of blossoming supply
Fruitful hands encircle orchard's offering
Boughs bestow nourishment ripe flesh provides
Harrowing hunt, road collides with horizon
Narrowing options ominously herald hardship
Frantic hands grab due to doomsday prediction
Equity halted by maneuvers of manic narcisists
Swarmed in hysteria, sugarladen bounty dissolves
Adorned in disproportionate, diplomacy plunges
Acres of empty hurl dust in despondent swirls
Haze of delerium hides awareness of repugnant
Wallowing tune laments removal of drumbeat reliance
Violin's climbing petition infultrates silent confinement
Fist clenched hands maintain mantra of social distance
Banned comrade closeness hardens as poured cement
Contagion inflicts during quarantined two weeks
Sensation sells subscription to scare's scripture
Relegated ill recovery seldom quoted in statistics
Proclaimed isolation presents a lopsided picture
Miniscule channels travel disease, tattered moth
Musical tempo tangible greets society post virus
Makers of policy release kite string gradually
Infliction's ticket is onward immunity acquired
Strategy of sequential exposure fraught yet nessesary
Accurately extracted cure promptly recognised
Flourish of hands amassed tune an instrument of trust
Resuming rhythem surges communion revitalised
The morning mist upon the lake,
Unfolds my story, no mistake.
A canvas of the mind it seems,
A Rorschach test of life and dreams.
The misty veil that lies ahead,
Conceals the path that I must tread.
But in its haze, a glimpse I see,
Of what my future holds for me.
The ripples on the water face,
Reflect on my journey, time, and space.
The ups and downs, the twists turned,
The lessons learned, the bridges burned.
The misty shroud that hovers near,
A mirror of my hopes and fears.
A gentle breeze blows the way,
A sign that I must snatch the day.
The morning mist upon the lake,
A reminder of the choices I make.
To chart my course with purpose true,
And let my dreams adopt wing and soar anew.
Written: June 08, 2023