Long Illuming Poems
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miasma of despair
motionless
matter-of-fact
in brooding silence
loneliness
a sense of isolation
so near
so intolerable
unremitting
a contant pressure
to conform
this unique challenge
to unblock
the creative urge
to free the muse
within
trapped frozen inert
run dry
lacking in confidence
impatient
awaiting inspiration
a trickle of anything
to hear to imagine
visualise
an unspoken intimacy
an eye perspective
a space to dream
the intimate unspoken
a flower of creativity
a moving image dedicated
to life
unique in a style
from this diary of existence
in this
dream
landscape
face aglow
raised to the sky
warmed through
recollecting thoughts
all senses open
an accustomed feeling
lingering awhile
unobtrusively
adjectives arise
in metaphor moments
illuming the process
organically
this concept
delivered as
a poem
on this
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Johnny MacAlister was six-years-old, young enough still for wishes,
Baby sister, Rosie, was all of three, all giggling and adorable kisses.
With fond, indulgent parents, the family was content in their home,
In a town, sleepy in sunlit day, where a scarlet cock used his comb.
Johnny played with Rosie every day. He loved to get her laughing;
As if a gaudy parade of jesters and clowns, chanced to be passing!
Forget-me-not days brought fast friends, in fruitful times of flowers,
Fuchsia and filled with fragrance, highlighting fun, burgundy hours.
Fair days bloomed where fall had faded, and fortune brought family;
Like festive fireworks of celebration, illuming sunset skies, uncannily.
Johnny lived in the house of joy, and tiny feet, ever pitter pattering;
And of playing, mauve dawn to dusk, like bluebirds, ever chattering.
Sapphire, dusk skies twinkled smartly, beyond their street of scents;
When scanty, pink sun fled, scorching, while night waited in suspense.
With naive, newborn day, came neighbors, for hot coffee and nougat,
In green, noisy days of nearby birdsong, and violet butterfly contact.
'Fairy magnolias' created such magic, and 'hummingbird' blooms knew;'
And hibiscus 'imperial dragon' roared, as eyelash plants, lovelier grew.
Cape primrose 'wow,' awed, while syngonium ‘milk confetti,’ glittered;
And begonia 'ring of fire,' was smoking, while purple martins tittered.
Johnny's birthday wish had come true, he saw when he unwrapped it;
And found a pair of blue, roller skates, like a rainbow, shining for a bit.
But, before he could finish eating, the dreaded rain had begun to pour;
And his childish impatience grew as, instead of less, it showered more!
Yet, Johnny made another wish, magically granted, as skies brightened;
When the rain slowed, midst sunshine, its silvery-gold drops, so vibrant!
Johnny had such fun that day, for all the days of childhood, allow magic;
And never forgot the day silver fell like coins, like an old, golden classic.
'Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day.
Rain, rain go away,
Little Johnny wants to play.'
Your vision is delicately illuming the edge of my mindfulness.
A significant pondering in the lucidity of my spirit otherness.
Leaving me with a grin in the corner of blissfulness.
Had been enclosed by the heavenly palms of awes kindness.
I was stuck in the previous foggy musings of loneliness.
Showers ran against the early window shadowiness.
Like blooming buds were spread to catch the lights noblesse.
Like angels, our spirits are carried over the clouds of softness.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: August 22, 2021
Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
the moon ascends
a silent silver shining disc
illuming the world
with a velvet drape
the busy chatter
of the day recedes
shaping solemn silent quietude
where the spirit wakes
a lamp burns low
upon the wooden desk
a small defiant sparkle
against the dark
here I am stripped
of all the daily masks
casting a role unseen, unknown
by curious, wondering eyes
seated down erect in my room
in the quietude of the night
with the mind free from thoughts
turning round and round
the spirit focussing
on the inner self
with only the breath drawn in
and then letting it go
I feel a tranquillity, a peace
a solace, a sense of bliss
unknown before
a simple rhythm
untying me to all
all woeful worries waxing
during shine of the day
all stinging strains stretching
their tentacles during daylight
now shrink to dust
in the solemn quietude
where stars like distant shining bulbs
gaze through the undrawn curtains
of the welcoming window panes
I feel the press of vastness
all around me
in my room and beyond
with silence speaking some sweet words
to me with palpable swirls
of the cosmic wheel
my hurried pace of life
finds deep refreshing rest
like a tiny ripple
in an endless sea
with the searching heart
laying down its heavy load
of questions softened
losing their sharpest edge
perhaps the answer
resides not in speech
but in this yielding
to the quietude
a sense of order
hidden and unseen
reasserting itself
in silent grace
where the soul remembers
what the daylight hides,
the thread that binds
to the Truth.
Flesh is Flesh and Dust is Dust
though the Spirit Eternal, True and Just
withered away that Spark Divine
yet Kindles in Thy Soul of the Most High,
In Thus, We Must, Illumine thy Torch So Bright
that the Nights shall testify to this Ineffable Light,
by Dross comes Fetters, by Knowledge we are Freed
by Wisdom comes Foils, comes Kings and Queens
where Temples Ignite, Illuming Great Stars and Dust
we March Most High, So High, So Robust
Blazing in Bonfires of Infinitudes
to shake off the Rust, to shake off Similitudes
Scintillating Thy Lantern of thy Soul upon thy Great Precipice
standing aloft upon Thy Spiritual Edifice of Excellence,
never Diminish that Ember that Shines So Stellar
for we are All Interstellar,
beyond the Deluge of the Carnal Mind
we ride the Celestial Zephyr for by the Wind and by the Stars we are Intertwined
so Sublime when we Let It Shine
where All Is Eternal and All Is Divine
Moonlight eyes
cold as night
retrieving from love
its light
orbiting around
in cycle
repaying hurts
real or imagined
with lie of pretending
to vanish.
Bitter sweet
debris
storming
clear water of love
with turbulence
midnight darkness
ahead and beyond
only light
limpid in the night
the I Am Star
Sun of midnight flowers
ripening figs out of cycle
God's fruit of love
available
in season and out
crystal clear spring
flowing untapped
quenching thirst
by human love
unquenched
illuming path
with permanent sunshine
for sunflowers hearts
drunken with light
to follow
madness of
never ending
love
First Place Winner-Brian Strand-All Yours 6/4/21
Third Place Winner: Constance La France-"N" Poem Contest-9/21/21
A fragment of light that shines so bright illuming the night,
In tune with this life the warmth when its viewed is delight,
It's usually right pursued like a jewel what a sight!,
In duel it's a knife questioning the dual why we fight?,
A silent expression vibes of happiness resurrected,
Highly infectious manifested tool of affection,
Hearts it effects them spiritually a source of protection,
Sort of majestic higher frequency when projected,
Link to the soul wisdom giving strength to the whole,
Reaped when it's sown easier to reach when it's shown,
Simply a tone a silent melody when performed,
Emotional storms calmed by the simplest of forms,
A way we can greet a telepathic way we can speak,
Easy to teach fruitful gesture sweet as a peach,
It's essence released discreet brings perfection to peace,
The message beneath connected to expressions believed.
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there