Long Huddles Poems
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* Depicting a young child or baby with sight impairment
given clear vision
Lens enhanced perception
Sands your face with precision
Rallying rows of eyelash perfection
Brush my conscience, bless my vision
Thrown avalanche realisation
My astonishment reflects rapture
Silent diction becomes spacious
Adoration boomerang captured
Freshly arrived from dim duller places
I glean impact of quiet transferrence
Transfixed by sculpted undulations
Facial telling message emergence
Struck by contrast's dimensions
Your eyes emit layers translated
Squeals of delight bolster senses
Sight huddles sound collaborated
Bearing immense advantage
Wearing miraculous glasses
Definition's parade outlandish
Ripples accompany laughter
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Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
Pine foliage erect points to its apex
Before its born, spire spreads star shine
Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes
Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble
Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
Dispell dictating army apostrophes
Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic
Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft
27 January 2025
Written for Contest:
Embodying the Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
IDENTITY
I just want to be who I am, or even to know
Living this modern life is like being in armour
True freedom, now merely a fading memory
Following the script like a long running drama
But perhaps something out of this might grow
Personality, misshaped by many laws and rules
So what then, does individuality mean anyway
There’s a chest of treasures locked up inside me
That in this age, may never see the light of day
In our millions we’re numb, and acting as fools
Can it even be safe to release the unknown beast
That prowls and explores this unexpecting world
It might be a cute little mewling thing that blinks
And if threatened, huddles like a flag that’s furled
But it still deserves it’s freedom at the very least
Yet maybe this is mere hesitancy and speculation
The first challenge I must face, is to know myself
To be embraced for what I am, or could become
In life’s mission to discover all that hidden wealth
And to have caused at least a minor perturbation
Dixie Cup Memorial
by Odin Roark
How small it is
this bottom of the Dixie cup
looking skyward
holding high the torch
the unemployment check
of another kind
Held aloft with no regrets
Half full
Half empty
All the same
Someone had to shoulder the orders
Now in desert camo-dress
his prosthetic hand holds forth
watching fingers pass over
some manicured
with pennies
some scabbed and scarred
with singles
even children's innocent fingers
dropping their nickels and dimes
Many have acknowledged this
His back-home identity
His calling card
His shingle
His name plate
The mind huddles close now
few copper and silver
no blankets of green
no ingots of gold
A note floats downward
swathing reality
Thank you for your service
Would you like a job?
What are your skills?
Can you relocate?
Sure
he says
his eyes lingering
upon his severed legs
each knee projecting its solitary reality
Purple Heart pinned securely to the right
Just let me gather today's windfall
2 pennies
1 nickel
3 quarters
1 subway token
Relocating again
Travel
Enough to get me there
Pocketing the Dixie cup
his hook and knuckles pull forward
surging his mover's dolly
transporting Faith's hidden hope
Ahead
looking back
his benefactor strides onward
his missing arm yet another lost appendage of honor
his smile a projection of comaradery
his Ooh-rah a respect never ignored
Not far he says
Not far
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Remnants have been stained the color of
The blood moon
Hidden beneath the boulder that is Western
Civilization
The glory of sunrise has been buried
With promises of eternal light
Fruits of darkness lay crushed under
Waves of chanting the righteous
Path
Many trails the night traveller takes
Lead to love
Every hand is needed now to sow
Forgotten remnants to every corner
Where fear of darkness huddles
True love bears fruit even under cover
Of shadows
Do not be afraid
Joy will come to you who has no
Fear of receding light
Love will be your
Reward
01/01/15
© All Rights Reserved
living in back street
sweaty huddles
sloppy scenic alleys
dumpster dinning
all alone
talked of ruling the
streets ,not the
streets ruling you
barefoot no shoe
cardboard condo
family has not heard
from you in years
you without a clue
tears ran like rivers
hoping you would be
delivered
how I found you , by
chance by glance
12 stepping someone
and there you are
huddled with your
short dog
I feed you loved you
gave you hope
gave you a shower
socks, shoes
something to eat
when my back was
turned you hit the
street
I remember the smile
your smile
your wit
your gone
let you sleep
The selfish thoughts in your mind take up arms…
Moving through the inner chambers of your thoughts.
Your ego, sharp and frosty as winter--
prowls among others, leaving its mark and sneering.
Patience huddles in the corner…
folding her hands and cooing ;
“We each go back to the earth when our hour finally closes.”
The ordinary moments lean close ,
laying their hushes against your ear.
Kindness leans in, pressing a hand to your shoulder,
watching Pride storm past.
Understanding walks at your side ,
its steps measured… its counsel sure.
Breathe in slowly and remind yourself:
“Goodness moves with me into every moment."
written 12042025_Don Mueang
Lands around water sodden
Unsafe to be trodden
Landscape turned to green from brown
Watter logged and cold drawn
Roads brown and grey
Littered with water puddles
Under big trees animals huddles
We all looked forward to this rain
Its now a sort of a pain.....
Blue skies now overcast and grey
No sign of a single sun ray
I let this rain kiss me
Let all see that it caresses me
... how it wets me with silver drops
As within me a peppy feeling crops
Wetness falls on me from up above
Some hate it but i find in it lots of love
Feels so content when in this rain
No sorrow or feelings of pain
May catch a cold but i just dont care
A soothing sensation from the grass below to the clean fresh air
I now arise and walk in this rain
Having captured these precious moments in my brain
My minds eye watches but moments gone
On a puff of cloud moved on...
No sorrow or feelings of pain..
When drenching in this rain
Quote: “It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.” -- Robert H. Goddard
Oh, yesterday, the tales we're told,
In our youth's stories, pure and bold,
With friends close by, we danced and swayed,
In the innocence of yesterday.
Sibling interactions, mischief and fun,
A shared journey under the same sun,
Through laughter and fights, love would grow,
A bond that only siblings truly know.
Mother's love, a guiding light so pure,
Her warmth and care, forever endure,
Father's strength, a pillar standing tall,
Their love surrounding us through it all.
School teachers, mentors with hearts of gold,
Their knowledge and guidance, a story untold,
Nurturing minds, igniting a flame,
In the pursuit of knowledge, they proclaim.
Football and cricket, games we'd play,
The rituals we'd follow, every day,
From the team huddles to victory cheers,
United in passion, erasing all fears.
In the glimpses of the past, reflections appear,
A happy life, a nest we built, so dear,
But now it stands empty, lovebird flown away,
I dwell in the past, searching for love gone astray.
In the depths of my heart, I seek solace and peace,
But the pain of lost love refuses to cease,
Night falls upon me, exes in sight,
Trying to lure my love with no hope in sight.
With a heavy heart, I realize the truth,
Dwelling in the past brings more pain to soothe,
So I bid farewell to the memories that bind,
And embrace the present, leaving the past behind.