Long Hummed Poems
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midnight hides a fear
that stops the winter winds whizz
brr chills down my spine
the night silhouette
birthed the morning joy of spring
aww rose flowers bloomed
sun shown in orange
for my orange trees harvest
oh it looks so nice
hot air brought me joy
heaps of orange start mounting
tut the tree thorns pricked
blood flowed down my leg
pains well up tears in my eyes
yuk some juice then spilt
the summer bees hummed
to make sweeter the orange
hmmm juice filled my drums
I smelt autumn leaves
that scents the butterflies love
wow I love those wings
joy then filled my tanks
I'd dance like monkeys this fall
shhh my pain my gain
I am
An explorer of truths shielded by mysteries
A warrior in battles fought inside hearts
A muse that reveals itself on weary nights
A midsummer dream wrapped up in a Winter warmth
An old soul nourished by the poetry I breathe
A Jazz song composed of a legendary story
A bittersweet wine growing darker with age
A philosopher of frequencies unexplored by the world
A solitary pilgrim on a perpetual journey
A mystery with the womanhood I possess
A poet of contradictory multitudes echoed
A wave that lives yet surpasses memories
A leaf that grows and withers in nostalgia
A night of eternity with the man I love
A protector with the people I seem to have lost
A novice who forgets the existence of herself
A wisdom that developed from the experienced mistakes
A storyteller who controls the flights in the skies
A rhythm of songs hummed with sprinkled whispers
An adventurous human but also a daughter and a wife
A universe that exists inside and beyond me
A dream that I live in every molecule of mine
I live, I die, I am born, I remain
I am
May 11, 2020
I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Winner: First place
Her heart crashed on the stairway with a pound
but not one star blinked to descend or touch
the distant tremble as coal night grew long,
as murmur signed through whispers down the floor.
A trail of pages blew in feathered wafts
yet imprints of their silence still remained.
The words were gentle and addressed with love
Delivered not, will clawed pain matter now?
A woman lived alone and passed through clouds
that no one tended how she glazed old weeds.
The tunes of berry months were never hummed,
as if the strings of twilight plucked a life
The crashing stars, the page, and gentle weeds
though shortened in presence, were not relieved;
for time became a thief wearing cloaked breath
like sighs untold in hushed tones to the breeze
for Debbie's Let Get Serious Contest by nette
Democracy!
A name which has suffered ignominy
A sound which has become ignoble
A song which can only be hummed.
Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis
And its effective cause of hostilities.
Democracy!
Turned to a hopscotch
Its teaching now in heresy with people's ideas
Its flaws becoming hobby-horse in hogmanay
Higgledy-piggledy it becomes in the city,
'Cos its heyday is gone.
Democrazy it is in the hands of exponents
Like a shy with its helmsmen.
Democracy!
A noble man with no esteem
Principle with no privileges for all
Exciting story with a sad denouement
A deodorant full of irritation
Beauty, but ephemeral.
Before She Shows
Before her form graces my view,
the air is charged — I feel renewed.
Her scent arrives before she’s near,
a quiet promise, a tender thrill sincere.
Between breaths, something stirs —
an unseen shimmer,
a pulse beneath the air.
She is breath before form,
the murmur that the wind confides.
Her presence sensed — a subtle trace,
like a mirage, I see her face.
She can’t be defined by a single trait,
nor bound by charm or fate.
She laughs like she’s tasting life for the first time,
and the world exhales, unprepared.
Her scent comes before she is mine.
She lingers in thought like a line from a song,
a melody unnamed but hummed all day long.
Her beauty isn’t just in the way she looks,
but in how her presence rewrites the books.
Amber hums. Jasmine sighs.
Something inside the air tilts.
I taste her before I see her —
not sweetness, but current.
Eyes that hold storms, yet calm the sea,
a depth that invites you to truly see.
A breath of home, strength that restores,
her voice — balanced, kind — opens quiet doors.
She doesn’t demand; she simply is,
and her quiet strength leaves you breathless.
Her laughter — a flicker of dawn breaking open,
her scent — the echo that time keeps.
It clings to the air, soft and true,
a fragrant reminder she passed through.
Not perfume — but presence.
Not memory — but motion suspended.
It’s the way she moves, the life she leaves,
a mark the senses and soul retrieve.
Long after she’s gone, she still remains,
in breath, in thought — an unbroken chain.
A presence felt long before she shows,
like the scent of rain before it flows.
The air shifts softly, the world takes pause,
an unseen current, silent applause.
She doesn’t need footsteps to make her way —
her aura arrives, leading the day.
Like the glow of dawn before the sun,
you feel her warmth before it’s begun.
In quiet moments, she stirs the space,
a breathless stillness, a sacred trace.
She is the moment that time bestows —
a presence felt long before she shows.
And when she finally steps into view,
it feels like recognition,
like déjà vu in the skin —
for she was always here,
lingering in the air,
waiting to be seen.
she get off by what she's wearing
I like her best with nothing on
she'll forever tickle my fancy
long as I can keep her in my arms
whats the need to go out dancing
we can do it here at home
a specail night with such decription
is just you and I alone
Concerts coming we rehearsed singing
I sang her a serenade
the background singing hummed do whu swinging
til I cued them to sing
I got all caught up in the dancing
I stumbled from line to line
my lady stepped in for me
got my back on track and in line
what this fussing about this being fancy
when the nights with you
I love the audeince we're entertaining
keeps us fresh and all renewed
The Fall of The Winter King
He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.
His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.
A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.
Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.
The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.
Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.
Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.
The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.
As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King.
John G. Lawless
1/11/2015
For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest
She drifted past the spiral arms in white,
A shadow snuffing galaxies to dark.
She held the dying pulsars to her breast,
Like children, singing chaos into sleep.
"Do not be frightened," hummed to worlds of ice,
"The dark is velvet-deep, you are not lost."
She swept the dust of nations into glass,
Preserving lovers' vows before they broke.
There is a beauty in the sudden halt,
Perfection in the stop, like gravity
That waits to catch the ocean in its fall.
She severed light from heat, and form from mass,
A cold tranquility beneath the storm.
So infinite her mercy, grace so strange,
She wiped the seat of life from Nature's face.
For eons she has walked, the gardener,
Who plucks the solar systems like a bloom.
She does not take with malice or with hate,
She only opens wide the iron door.
And now she stands before your yellow sun,
To answer with a kiss the final call.
You tremble at her silence?
Fear the end?
You think she brings the night to kill the stars?
She weeps to see you breathe, knowing the truth.
She is not here to hollow out your soul;
She kills you now to save you from the Hunger.
Problem with Adonis was his dogged tendancy
To battle heartfelt causes
Ominous obdurate tore us
Tenure, he died fighting against white supremacy
Before he departed, dear reader, acres of passion
Burnt sharper than stars
Aches when we're apart
Tap water sureity came each time turn on happened
I never knew how he loved me so tight, intensely
I admit I present aesthetic enough
Adonis possessed man's best stuff
A muscle hung magnate, somehow meant for me
It fell in co inciding with cruel hook moon crescent
Night prior to my darling's departure
Anenomes bent by dancing's laughter
Crushed beneath our undulations, entwine pleasant
Million finger foliage, amorous wood anenome reach
Myriad of green furrowed feathers
Held my hips, to his vigour tethered
My insides hummed tremors' tune, tangy blush peach
Trampled anenomes watched our praise of abandon
Petal centres shared precious nectar
Raised my buttocks, Adonis so tender
Readily able to press me closer, carefully one hand on
Electrified legs, sent buzzing from his matching forge
Intermittent rippled shoulder kisses
As he sank to me, summoned blisses
Melted insides drizzle seasoned gyrating bones scorch
Ripped from my conciousness, entirely on his platter
Patch of anenome puff flattened
Melded forever in larva orgasmed
Minted delivery of ecstasy, the world ceased to matter
Firm dedication remaining, reluctant shapely loins lifted
Plucked a hundred secret seed filled tributes
One by one, delicately on my body, distributes
Jealous stars sizzled, shot to oblivion by romance gifted
13th September 2020
' Night of Passion and Desire'
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
deep in the woods where shadows creep
where tangled vines in silence sleep
a princess walks with weary tread
a crown of thorns upon her head
her name was whispered, then was gone
like morning mist at break of dawn
a cradle lost, a fate unwound
no kingdom left, no king was found
the stars once swore to guide her home
but silent now, they do not glow
the trees that hummed a lullaby
now whisper secrets, low and dry
a silver wraith with hollow grin
sings come, my dear, and step within
his voice is sweet, his hands are cold
his teeth like pearls, his eyes like gold
but princess knows—she does not fall
for fates are written, dark and small
she turns away, her path unknown
a princess lost, yet not alone
for in the night, the old ones stir
the woods still hum a song for her
a crown of thorns, a fate untold
a heart of fire, bright and bold