Long Hint Poems
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Lullabies of rain softly fall amongst the water
Cracks of thunder wakes me from those whispered thoughts that keep you awake at night.
Lights flicker from beneath, tainting the water a hint of yellow.
I fall as if falling gracefully from a staged window, or pushed by someone who holds a vendetta
The Sound of silence surrounds me as I float deep among vast emptiness.
Weight of the world becomes lighter,
my thoughts that love to say I'm worthless... Cease,
The sky above grows farther away as my feet reaches for the bottom.
Trickles of bubbles intrude still waters above
As I watch them burst, I notice in a foggy haze of rippled waters the midnight sky shines it's beauty ever more upon my sinking soul.
Deep shades of purple, blue, pink, and black smile down on me with white dots that glimmer amongst the sky.
The moon plays hide n seek as it peaks then runs away again
I want to capture the moon and yet I don't want go from the silence
I want to draw among the black canvas that sketches big dippers, or even small ones and yet I want to stay.
I stretch out my hand to touch the canvas.
To paint with the sky
The midsummer sky, so vast and wide,
Takes on a hue that's acerb to describe,
A canvas of blues, so many shades,
A masterpiece that never fades.
Deep indigo, almost back,
As twilight blue, a hint of black,
A sapphire blue, so bright and bold,
A baby blue, so soft and cold.
The clouds dance, so light and airy,
A white so pure, so bright and merry,
A gray so dark, so heavy, and so low
Pink is so soft, akin to a gentle glow.
The stars twinkle, so bright and clear,
A constellation, so faraway but near,
A moon so round, so bright and white,
A sight so grand, it's quite a sight.
The midsummer sky, a treasure of art,
A beauty that touches every heart,
A point in history, so pure and free,
A memory that will always be
Written: June 6, 2023
This one’s a castle; that’s a customs-house.
They’re stolid, listless, just a little dull.
The sky supports an arbitrary gull.
The languidness of Liszt, the style of Strauss
are wholly absent. Colours are metallic.
The eye sweeps over cornice, turret, steeple,
then it dawns on us – there are no people.
Clock towers, mountains, minarets, all phallic,
are void of human life. Stark, empty chairs
adorn each arid, motionless interior.
As we apprise, eyes sneeringly superior,
we note acerbically his love of stairs –
A Will to Power, ever pushing up.
One daub there is, however, gives us pause:
it dates long before Enabling Laws,
before he dreamed of Kesselring or Krupp:
a bridge that’s quite impossible to cross,
going nowhere, has never carried traffic.
With a boy sitting on it. Startling, graphic,
without a hint of Schadenfreude or Schloss.
Self-portrait, this? What features may we trace?
What’s here vouchsafed? Incipient racist brute?
Hardly. A disarmingly awful suit,
and most revealingly of all – he has no face.
She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
Turbo1904 ?
I had a visit from the comment fairy
Her pencil dull, her arms quite hairy
He said that she didn’t like my verse
A critique quite subtle and sharply terse
He said that she said they want it re-wrote
Enclosing a hint, and a final verse quote
He said that she said that errors were made
Implied that the poem just won’t make the grade
Suggested the lines too often repeated
Should be rewritten, or at least deleted
And so I took paper, and pencil, and then
Started the computer and logged in again
Did all the things that he she and they
Said would make it the “Poem of the Day”
But after I’d done it – done it their way
I crumpled it up and threw it away
Perhaps, in truth, it might have been stronger
But the words and the tone weren’t mine any longer.
John G. Lawless
9/10/2021
Just leave behind your paint-by-number days
Move in to your reflection in my eyes
I'll finger paint my love over your grey
So all your daydreams will be colorized
I'll paint a world beyond your wildest dream
With colors undefined on any chart
You'll find with me, no mundane color scheme
Each stroke, I'll add more depth to your fine art
And after each day we will paint the night
The hues in all your dreams will blend with mine
Imagination sparks, then love ignites
Exploding fireworks as our dreams entwine
These eyes are radiant because of you
Your beauty is reflected in my view
(fireworks 2 syllables)
by Daniel Turner
My response to Nicola's Radiant Eyes.
Radiant Eyes
Radiant eyes, you haunt my dreams,
And ignite imagination.
Piercing gems, a hint of moonbeams,
Spark my quest for exploration.
Just like a lighthouse, at night, they gleam
And guide me to your loving arms.
Your love and strength govern supreme,
And protect me from daylight harms.
But soon, the earth, in all her schemes,
Pulls me from salvation.
At dawn’s early rise, I am, it seems,
Bled of sweet intoxication.
Oh radiant eyes, where do you go,
When the nightmare of morn has begun?
I try to forget, but the soul with the glow
Lingers ’til I come undone.
Hours are so long, when will I see you
In the waking light of day?
Colour my world with your radiant hue
And end my nightmare grey.
by Nicola Byrne
Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.
Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way.
A small bridge took me to several patches
Where vegetation grew. I could live there forever.
All around I enjoyed the serenity
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon
Rose from beyond the low hills.
How I enjoyed the evening farm food
Where I was invited and then
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.
Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.
Dark grey first autumn breath a bone chill hint,
summer’s sun- rash boom absconds on trailing glint,
luscious terrain brazen in hue’d rose cheek,
hazy mountain slope a sombre damp peak,
tint and tapestry awakened brisk fall gasp,
dapper drift net shades spawned to grasp,
pigment in meadow mould a gold rim beige,
tone shift bold red, earth brown, copper rage,
sweet gum tree orange, purplish fervent die,
to sniff katsura pink tree, charred candy sigh,
hail harvest bountiful, heart rippling feast,
red fire ablaze, hungry tongue wild yeast
beetroot, turnip, parsnip, root crops galore,
“Falls” raw lungs whiff hearty soup of yore,
yet honey-tinged morn, fleet of foot pause,
fades as cold plummet primes its icy claws,
green copse shrunk, drab moon weepy tune,
woodsy wren hoarding food in mournful croon.
mud squelch booth on path, smog purged lair,
wet moss splurge rinses pollen, season gulps air
Each and every day is a blessing,
I feel gratitude to God above
as I wake and begin dressing
and finally life fits like a glove.
A cup of coffee to get me started
feed the squirrels and birds
as the day begins imparted
my mind fills unspoken words..
Still and silent lay the snow
upon the yardage displayed
in the shadows the sun bestows
in the blessings of this day.
Greet the sky, the sun, the world
welcome the day's warmth
as winter slowly reveals it's pearls
eased along the wintry north.
Little peeks of greenery
rise above the frozen eartrh
to hint of spring's oncoming scenery
and the wonder of rebrth.
What a day it is
returning warmth and sun
thankful for all God's gifts
with each new day begun.
Deliver me:
From sure folly;
I learn to pray
For worthy stay.
Sense pulse of play
In words that stray;
Dare to give room,
Let flowers bloom.
Words I address
In feel and fest,
The inspired guest
Hints of pure zest.
Journey and see
What's yet to be:
Wit works with charm
To harvest farm.
The sure thought plots
In-sync with lot;
Jest skips along
In humour's song.
Bear the cold wind
To surge within;
Flood the grapevine
With profound lines.
In easy flow
Watch rhymes that show;
Soar high or low,
Glimpse surge and glow.
Aware, just be:
Cite words easy;
Word for word stain
Ink flow that gains.
Breezy blossoms,
Verse in columns;
Worth springs most clear
In answers here.
Stay with sure style,
Voice a kind smile;
Heed soul's bright hint
That mints and tints.
Live one fond zest,
Love life's grand fest;
Joy has a say
In style that stays.
Be authentic
With faith's magic;
Feel good and bad,
Think beyond mad!
The path calls each
To dare to reach;
Seek out the light
In simple flight.
Leon Enriquez
13 Apr 2014
Singapore