Long Herons Poems
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The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
This bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges
push an industrial flatus before them.
Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves
Fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.
It is possible to watch yourself
being rinsed and laundered
in this newly whisked stream,
possible to wash your face anew.
A person can stand on this reedy shore
and forget, nor see the daily grime,
but observe a lathering,
as a fishing sunlight
pulls out a new image,
the spread of fathoming nets
flung far to catch this fresh
momentary wonder.
It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their bullocks from the byre quickly
They kept the wooden plows on their shoulders lovely. And walked towards the fields with the bullocks merrily The cowboys loosened the cattle from the cow barn humbly. And they ran towards the pasture lands steadily.
Unbloused women came out their huts eagerly. And milked the horned cows in their pots slowly The sweet voiced cuckoos made coo, coo sounds properly And they tried to eat the ripped noni fruits wholly
The black crows crowed caw caw continuously And they flew towards the garbage in crowd casually. Big fruit bats rushed towards the mahua trees habitually Water lilies buds blossomed into flowers suddenly
Honey bees swarmed towards the blue lilies violently Water frogs jumped into the water from the leaves instantly The snowflakes began to vanish from the grasses inevitably. Great blue herons swallowed the catfish in the fields lovely
The street was echoed by the vendor loudly. Who had sold the tasty palm wine gladly The two eyes were not enough for us widely
To saw the sun rises in the early dawn exactly.
There’s a lazy old river in the back of my mind
Our family would visit from time to time,
Where the waters ran gently through countless miles
Of live oaks and woodlands, placid and wild.
Wherein one such place I still can trace
The vestiges of those days
Filled with watermelon fights and blue herons in flight
And mom’s apple pie, homemade.
With wheelbarrow races and so many faces
Of friends long gone like the rain…
Cool, clean and like a dream
Disappearing, just like they came.
Playing Tarzan and fly from a rope we would tie
On a limb hanging over the bank
With a loud whooping yell and smile as we fell
Into old man river and sank.
Down to the bottom and touched the sand
And popped back up once more
Laughing like crazy ‘till the sun set lazy
Ending our day by the shore.
With our dad and a book and that one special look
That it’s time to start saying our prayers
Of goodness and grace and thanks for that place
Where my heart still lingers back there.
This land of sand where brown pelicans glide
and herons spear fish in shallow marsh
Where white egrets harvest insects that hide
and summers are hot, sometimes harsh
Where armored alligator eyes pierce water's surface
and rattle snakes lay quietly in deadly wait
A land of movement you must embrace
To see its natural beauty illuminate
To walk its beaches and feel their breeze
See sunsets of golden red, as osprey fish,
then glide away with a gentle ease
To dive again for the food they miss
This ravaged land from nature's course
Where seeds from palms hang like grapes,
then fall to ground from hurricane force,
as winds blow hard across vast landscapes
To sit beneath its open skies
and find a peace in eagle's flight
To see them fly and hear their cries,
above my head for my delight
This Florida where I came to roam,
is now a land, I call home
contest Florida Nature
2/11/15....picture Wild Symphony
A scything rain crops the high reeds.
Never saw the storm coming,
too busy rowing my mind
through its own river.
The ducks and herons have all gone
they have not flown away,
they have closed their eyes,
and like children have become invisible.
My rowboat is taking on water,
mouth open, I think I am crying the sky.
A small rickety landing
crouches from the downpour
maybe, ten slogging minutes away.
I make the torrent torn bank,
the battered truck I arrived in
has a cold,
its engine coughs, as sodden boots
pump a blind escape route
beyond its drowning windscreen.
The night wind was icily cold.
No herons or olive tree warblers flew,
Only hooded black ravens,
preying on the souls of lost men.
More red-pinkish flowers
dropped from the tree,
leaving the branches bare
until in a few days
the green leaves will sprout,
and the tree will remain flowerless,
an ugly sight, shunned by all.
Suddenly the wind dropped.
He felt despair, sullen and dejected.
Soon no one heard of him anymore.
Some say he hanged himself
upon the very tree that sheds its flora,
Others believed he fell on a stump
that pierced his bowels as he lived
a recluse amongst an unknown tribe.
Others made him their hero
just for the sake of being different.
But he was seen no more.
The icy night wind blew,
the Judas tree shed its odorless flowers,
as true lovers escaped to scented bowers.
Spring has come in the Sunshine Coast!
Carried by the wings of Humming birds
flying through the Pacific Flyway,
flowing like a dash of fresh air
Spring has come here to stay!
Look, there in the shallow beaches,
Great Blue Herons wait for the prey,
their aquatic love for eelgrass
keeps them waiting the whole day,
Herrings,Soles are busy in hide and seek play,
Spring has finally come here,
come here to stay!
The blue water of the Pacific
shining with bright sun rays,
heady fragrance of lilacs
thrilling the air whole day,
it must be Miss Kim,as
Miss Canada is still far away;
Spring has finally come here,
come here to stay!
**Miss Kim and Miss Canada are two varieties of lilac.
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Sand dollars covers the crusted sandy shores
after the tides roll in and back the sea turtles
scurry across tiny crabs while sea urchins lie
on their backs herons scratch their long legs
sleeping wood storks perch alongside drift wood
while the pecking egrets whistle tiny hints
of sullen chatter cunning pelicans quickly dive
for their lunch while pink flamingos wildly dances
as the colorful peacocks shows off their new hats
the shelling begins with bronzed star fish nesting
upon the calm edges of tomorrow carving deep
sand dunes watching crawling sea horses gallop
while the sun peeks in around noon sun showers
sprinkles giant rain drops creating tiny hues of private
rainbows my bicycle bell chimes nearby the boat house
calling to Joe's crab shack in time for Izzy's to serve
fresh stuffed flounder to go with the blue berry scone
from Pete's Ice cream shop while craving clam chowder
I began to whisper lyrical tropical tunes with such ease
while simply embracing this sensual soft Caribbean breeze
Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call,
The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl;
The immaculate white egrets in elation,
Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation;
Kow-kow of cuckoos and the coo-ee of koels,
Sound and resound in the idyllic nature strolls...!
A sense of sadness, yet, surrounds my whole being,
A bit of depression evokes a forced fleeing;
Memories fly beyond realms of nostalgia,
And soon turn into terrible cephalalgia;
Your flight beyond the skies toward spaces unknown,
Comes to stay in the nimbus of my mind, forlorn...!
Those plants and flowers; butterflies and honeybees,
Those streams and rocks and mossy slippery tall trees;
Those frogs and fish and clams and mussels and wrasses,
Those fine foams collected around like molasses;
All these bring to my mind those golden days bygone,
Come back, if you can, dear, that I may find new dawn...!!!
20 June 2023
Any Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
The Ocean is my playground
It's where I like to go to unwind,
reflect and have some fun.
It's where I go when I want to Swim,
So freely just like a dolphin.
It's where I go
when I am out for a walk or a run
during Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
The Ocean is my playground
It's where I like to go to unwind,
reflect and have some fun.
The Ocean is where
I can watch Great Blue Herons
standing like statues on rocks
The Ocean is where
I can watch crowds of ducks
just chilling peacefully in the water
The Ocean is my playground
It's where I like to go to unwind,
reflect and have some fun.
The Ocean is my playground
and even when I don't want to go to the ocean
It feels like some higher power
keeps on bringing me back to the ocean.
The Ocean is my playground
It's where I like to go to unwind,
reflect and have some fun.