Long Hello Poems
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The horseshoe crab dates back 450 million years, almost twice as old as the oldest dinosaurs
It hasn't changed much over that time, surviving five waves of extinction
It moves along the sea bottom like a bull dozer, clawing and crawling and grinding
It eats pretty much anything in its path; five star, no star, no problem
It has about as many eyes as a potato, this Argus of the ocean
And now… it's threatened
No slip unnoticed may be passing away
Now, you may be saying to yourself, "Do we really need the horseshoe crab?"
But the earth needs these things in ways we often can't imagine, or discern
The earth may be saying, "Hello, I can get rid of you… if I want to
If you could gain the perspective of the horseshoe crab
You, with only two eyes
Perhaps you'd realize that I don't need you… necessarily
But I do need the crab and all those others already among the missing
You can't seem to see what they mean to me, in so many different ways
Like the horseshoe crab, which takes about twelve years to mature
I'm in no hurry… I've been here longer than you… much longer
But you, also taking about as long to mature, seem always to be in a hurry
Scurrying about here and there without a care for what you tread on, or discard
Maybe I can bring some of them back… over time
I have tools and tricks you can't begin to imagine
And I have plenty of time
You, however, do not"
From my window, down the Glen I look
Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies
Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked
I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye
Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello
It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk
Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows
Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock
Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue
Caressing cliffs, shading all for free
Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true
It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree
Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist
The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist
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Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser
Usually, my morning starts kind of late;
too much sleep makes my back ache.
And to ease some of the spinal pain,
I walk blocks to chat with uncle Bin.
On the way back home, I pick up the Daily News;
I scan its pages, but little bugs get into my shoes.
I pass by Linda's coffee shop and the smell
of pastries make me want to stop and chill.
Even strangers say hello with their regional accents;
Helen is from the South and she's made many friends.
" Have some fresh coffee! " they shout as they invite me in,
" Do you live on North Street? " He asks..." My name is Glen."
Usually, my morning starts kind of late while the town is fully awake;
I miss the sunrise over the placid lake, the songs of bluebirds at six.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Francine Roberts's contest,
" A Couplet Morning "
8/13/12
Hell won't be so bad,
if the clouds are made of papyrus
and the devil has ink wells for eyes.
If I could grab hold of his tail and snip.
Forge it into a golden quill called grand forgiveness-
No, hell won't be so bad.
Hell won't be so bad if I'm given a bit of free time.
To go for a row upon that blistered river Styx...
To blacksmith a rhyme, make a U-turn in time.
To a crossroad with four signs that all point to...what if.
Hell won't be so bad.
If permitted to paint watercolor themes,
of starlings, galaxies, or dreams within a dream.
It would be a privilege to wash that fiery lake,
with a million hues of blue ecstasy.
To scribe about God or the color green
and daubs of sweetened peace.
I changed tonight, of country, my friends,
I know a dirty girl from Tennessee,
More sparkling than a champagne cork,
With black rimmel and lipsticks on sale.
I changed countries last night, my friends,
I’d rather be a peasant than a townsman,
I prefer to say hello to donkeys and bees,
I found rhymes and silence in sweet California,
O Strange lands, birds understand me,
They tell stories to millennial trees,
I changed of country, my hats, poems,
I talk and dreams are an Oregon Indian,
Land of poetry, I cross without fear, railroads,
I don’t trust window cleaners and car washers,
Only poets can save you, my friends,
They let the horses run wherever they want.
Dolphins
Watch the aquatic mammals reigning warm waters
Riding ocean waves zestfully flexing playful behavior
Jumping high in air performing acrobatic maneuvers
Synchronizing movements impressing fond watchers.
Be dazzled by their graceful moves peeking up for air
Turning around buoyantly raising caudal fins in pairs
Diving elongated noses under great depths of ocean
Resurfacing with gallant jumps stirring up emotions.
See a dolphin show joyous amid human interactions
As gray mammals emerge like torpedoes in action
Looping in air artfully, bowing to cheerful reactions
Dancing on water regally evoking rush of passions,
Admire as they toss a ball delighting in jovial acts
Walking like penguins to rise and kiss human hands
Splashing water impishly they rejoice as kids laugh
Dipping under water to perform upside down dance,
Amazing to see how they obey human instructions
Jumping through hoops upon listening to directions
Adorning choreographic motion for grateful crowds
Waving hello intelligently as people loudly applaud,
Don't miss gracious goodbye as they retreat in style
Being aware children are grinning with lofty smiles
Saying thanks, rising high-up to accept their reward
Brilliantly they pause to acknowledge the applause.
December 29, 2017
First place in Dolphins contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 3rd: Strand Pick 6 Contest by Brian Strand
TIME THIEF...MUSINGS OF THE LAY..
I awoke an hour past mid-nite
oh what peace everyone is dreaming
made some warm milk cocoa
turned radio on.. tv on
am now multi-taskin..
stolen away by sweet sleep
right there on the couch...
couch potato now dreaming..
dreaming of strange lands
dream tourism is in vogue...
woken my house help preparing tea
she gives me a puzzled stare..
may be the boxer shorts am wearing..
have her vexed.. cud be.shes just sleepy
its already daylight.... already...
partake a luke-warm shower.
no time to get the water properly heated
rushing to the shuttle stage..
boarding a shuttle..engaging the driver.
alighting.... usual stage guru nanak hospital..
the guru ramgaria looks at me... or..
looks at the sky..we call him kalasinga
i ponder what the good guru was thinking..
staring to the sky..
idle thought.. short walk i arrive...
gad gados headquaters....
every one today is late..but...
but the hr ...shes already in..
i say hello she appears not to hear..
i sleek slowly toward my work station
TD B our receptionist arrives late..
we ponder over the why.. everyone's late
come up with the time thief theory
according to RU and TE..
May be the good guru knows...
the guru on the poster
daily trains... trains his creamy red eyes
to the heaven in artistic communion....
the believers in him.. call him-enlightened one
us.... we find all of them weird.. intolerance?..
the artistic guru was there when
the superhighway was built...
when the terrorist bombed a shuttle
when our countries CEO was acquitted
by the imperialist court..
the artistic guru must know
must know.. who stole our time
he keeps looking to the sky
they say hes enlightened..
i say ted.. the guru knows.knows time.
of time thief's and time snatchers
here at gadgados we watch-out
watch out against.. or for
a different kind of thief
who has a very long hand...
Lewis k Nyaga
eastern african maritime.. 0915hrs
Hello love
I saw you there
As I was walking through
And I really must say
You are the form of true beauty
As I whisper my prayers to God
I whispered for someone like you
I see Him there in your eyes
If you take that chance on me
I would fall to my knees for you
We could truly become something
As the angels whisper in God's ear
I can see my future in your eyes
We could be the start of something
To last us a lifetime or two
No doubt there are many who
Want to get next to you
I'm also sure you can pick
And choose whomever you want
You are classic beauty personified
Angels were singing as God molded you
God colored outside the lines this time
Some would say you are the spark
That lights up the fires within
For God must have sent you to bring
The light with you for all the world to see
I hear the angels sing as I look into your eyes
I could hold you in my heart for a lifetime or two
You are a dream coming into my life just for me
A tall glass of water on a parched throat you are
Can you tell me do you feel as I do ~ can you love me too!
At the Airport, waiting for the plane,
I look around and see
Heads all down, screens alight, conversation naught.
People sitting, concentrating, fingers flying,
No discussion, silently watching, no hello or goodbye.
Laptops open, Apps displaying, checking data shown
Facebook posting, message sending, emails answered too.
Chips are crunching; gum is popping, and eyes all down,
Earphones hanging, noiseless watching, I silently smile.
Unknown people, business minding, waiting patiently,
Silent sitting, people staring, no expression shown.
Books are open, pages turning, another chapter gone,
I am writing, quietly observing, time is ticking by
Anxiously waiting, stand or seated, lined up for the call.
Arms are crossing, legs are stretching, others pacing around,
Delay in boarding, steward calling, apologies announced.
People wriggling, children whining, boredom rising fast,
Glitch in system, technology failing, repairs still underway.
Times a ticking, people sighing, hoping not too long,
Boarding happening, bags now gathered, priority passengers called.
Gates have opened, people moving, stewards checking pass,
Seats now filling, belts all fastened, purring engine heard.
People chatting, lights are shining, doors are all closed,
Announcement broadcast, safety demo, wheels are rolling down.
Captain speaking, welcome given, lift off happening, too late now,
Sit relaxing; we are flying, finally homeward bound.
2026.02.02. One week on since love at first sound.
I could not switch my mind of this latest piano,
But, my daily commitments in the city,
The effort to travel was also an issue.
Then this morning, all of a sudden,
A crazy idea crossed my mind,
An excuse for me to visit it.
I planned playing well to record some songs.
First one, I heard it in the 70's,
Mr Rice wrote down the lyric,
"Crazily Waiting" was the name.
Literally, twice he asked for my hand,
In a spade of a decade,
And as far as half a globe apart.
The second song would be "The last unnamed song".
In the 80's, I sang another song from the same composer.
I sang along with the sound of guitar,
Played by a person I once engaged to.
It's name was "The unnamed song number 2"
Now four decades later, I wanted to pay a compliment,
Just the music played with no lyric.
Two years ago, BB disclosed,
He loved "The Moon Represents My Heart".
Months later, I realised he loved that song,
Because it was sang by a person,
He has had a crush on.
Recently, this song has become,
The 1st and last on each piano visit.
I also noticed, lots of people love this song to bit.
Well, it was BB who encouraged me,
And it was also him, who never heard me playing it.
Last but not least, one year ago,
JC prompted me to write the lyric,
Play it on piano and sang it to him.
I did it within three days, and unfortunate,
He never heard and enjoyed any of it.
"Braham Lullaby" bye bye baby.
As a matter of fact, I play all these songs every day,
Not in any particular order like BB's
I also found a second song for each of them.
"Endless Love", "Fall for you", Hopelessly, Wu Nai" and Hello".
I would never see any of them again,
They would never knew any of this,
That was how twisted my life have been.