Long Imagism Poems
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The trains of cunning
Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician
had worked out where the train would meet
the other was a reporter skilled in muddying the news.
Of the train drivers, one has a skilled hand used to getting
his way, the other was an upstart backed by western money
and told to call the older man’s bluff.
And there, in the brilliant winter light, they saw the trains
At great speed nearing, the point of no return.
There was a side track where one of the trains could stop
And let the other one through, but would they choose
To be sensible; we shall not know.
I mighty missile struck the track and blew part of it away
The driver of the eastern train was able to stop, but not so
the driver of the western train that ran onto the prairie
that had no cowboys or cattle and exploded.
The mathematician was happy his calculation was right
the reporter wrote an obfuscating article telling readers
the west had won; the man from the east smiled his
calculations had been spot on.
She cannot hear well, and passing age took a heavy toll
She was older than my mother, I felt a much-needed call.
She was talking in a softer tone, could not hear so many things
I would never be able to let her know the joy that her voice brings.
With her words I was breathing in time, sensing the pulse of mine
Never was a prolific narrator, just saw the childhood colors to shine.
I was holding the phone, for hearing her voice for much longer a time
With her softer words, I was coming home, with all my peaceful chime.
“Keep my little ones in prayers” I wanted to hug her for one last time.
“Come home, when all is well,” A delicate tone touched through the line!
With her pure voice, I felt the time was weaving a string,of pearls and gems
Pearls of that old voice were telling me for cherishing those without a frame.
8-18-2019
Thanksgiving beckons,yet letters are piled
mostly bills due, nearing a month’s round…
I think of the homeless with nothing to eat ,
reflecting on a newborn, draped in the cold.
While pressure burns of how dues overflow;
this season’s rune of faith carries me through
as if unknowns of the day are but brief,
content in sharing this flow of gratitude.
November ends… beside me, they are there;
family romping , neighbors bringing apple pies
till grace eases burdens which soften the load:
My soul kindles acceptance, my Thanksgiving joy;
that payments fold through lamp’s glitter …
and when this night awakens , I count small pleasures
ending day's tidings with a grateful sigh-
then to rest on my blessings , ever dear
on through weeks as chapel bells ring!
Any Season or Festive Verse
Brian Strand Contest
And in the nights of moonlit days,
She captured the shattered windows of pains
The ending nights into the caves,
Where she went with the shattered pains
Made her thought of a trance of hope
Where the hate whisper the beauty of shades.
But to the hate of deadly gaze,
The darkened waves, off the solace into the wavy grane.
Into the heart of shady trace,
She goes with the movement of rage.
The aches of heart makes her deep,
Into the soles of fiery sleep.
Where she ended the eyes of race,
Met into the graves of shadowy traits
The final night meant in the dark of a creep,
Creates a flame of dancing deep.
Went by the lights into caves,
Founded herself with blazes of blades.
All that flames met in the eyes,
Carved her heart into the shape of glaze.
The burning steel made her alive,
Into the veins of reels of live.
Wavy shades of teary bloods,
Kept in the shiny phase locked blades.
To herself, in the midway night,
Kept her eyes by the molten steels of teary fate.
And in the garden of shivers, down in the alley,
Inherited powers of teary blades of fiery,
Slotted the awaiting eyes into darkened sea,
Where the canvas feared and flee.
The apricity of blood shaped the blade,
Into the heart of sinking sins of fade.
And into the face of clearing shades,
She made a new way of creepy blades.
To the moon of scars that slotted fairy games,
She ended up making her own canvas of rains.
Wholly the depth of shades that resides,
Went into the phase of fears of decides.
A flame that flickers reared her eyes,
Met into the ways of teary ice.
The bleeding words shown into the ways,
But the slotted jar ended up in the depths of days.
The burning blades sheared and fade,
Where the melting steels cleared and shade.
Heart of race kept in the plane of dying days,
Worn into the cases of bleeding tales.
The movement of rage kept into the plane,
In the nightes of shades of pain,
The scars talked to the wavy ocean of rain,
The amidst shown the wholly creation of gain.
Close your eyes my child and come along with me
Place your head upon the pillow, rest and you will see
You need not buy a ticket; no seat on a train
There will not be a stewardess or pilot of a plane
The journey is a swift one it commences as you sleep
Take your mind and your heart to somewhere so, so deep
The landscape is picturesque, vivid colors all around
Green grass, pink magnolias, pebbles grey and brown
The caretaker adorned in white carries a golden staff
Silently motions us to follow with smiles and a laugh
The gates are heavy metal, free standing in clouds of white
Peace overcomes us there is no need for fright
Two baby cherub angels help him to guide the way
As they dance upon the clouds their little wings will sway
Grandma approaches slowly, the same apron on her waist
Grandpa hugs you tightly, time is short make haste
As morning light approaches keep your eyes shut tight
Reflect on all your family dear that you have seen this night
Heaven is more beautiful than any place you’ve ever seen
Visiting our loved ones there comes only in a dream
Written for My Dream Vacation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Dozen of dozens questions, I was carefully asked..
Maybe ten hundreds, I was requested for a shot..
hundreds by hundreds, vivid images rush..
of smiles; of wonders; of glee and of absurbness..
some fantazises..
some beholds..
some envies..
some admires...
leaking in deep embedded trenches..
bombarding waves after waves..
begotten in fusions of vibrancy..
in partition of velocity and gravity..
some is a picture of truthfulness..
some is a picture of falseness..
some is a picture of dramatic eloquence..
some is a picture of authority obedience..
yet underneath a wiseman's eyes..
behind an elder's cleverness..
surely, no one can ever hide..
surely, no one can even deny...
by: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
5:01pm
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With every word comes that of kindness and love.
With everyday I dream of nothing but me loving you for life.
It is with a gentle touch that I kiss your soft lips.
But with that of a fire of passion to which I Love You from down deep.
It is there in my soul I hunger for your love.
With every beat of my heart that I fall deeper in love.
It is time that heals all wounds but time that hurts a soul lingering in blues.
It is there you are, as my darkness falls upon my soul in pain.
In that of great feelings I have for you.
As I long for the day to be here and you in my arms.
It is a love of such a lady I dream of all my life.
As you have made that dream to be real the day you came into my life.
It is the understanding you have of my situation but most of all,
it is with patients that you wait for me love.
It is everything I strive on as I want to be close to you.
It's everything I live for as I feel your love from far.
But most important, it is my love I hold dear and close to my heart.
That of your words that cuts me deeply in my being.
It is only there I bleed for you.
As I cry tears of both pain and joy you have brought to me.
But it is with great honor I love you forever more.
As we become closer then ever before.
As each day, you bring more of meaning to my life.
As you heal the inner most hurt of my soul.
But it is there I Love You more as each day passes and you still here loving me.
Even though we have never met, I feel like I've known you all my life.
And I wait patiently the day I can hold you and whisper softly
the words of love in your ear.
As I Love you with all of my being.
It is there I fight for you.
From deep inside my soul as I work harder trying to get there where you are.
I can only pray that it be soon as every day I miss loving you.
Humanity spread across the expanse of space
Into the unknown, as if a race
Starship after starship spread the seed
After that first step, we were finally freed
From the cradle, the branches were spread
As if glass roof was lifted from overhead
Billions of people chose to escape the mundane
They flew willingly into unfamiliar terrain
Faster and bigger ships were constructed
Go forth and multiply they were instructed
So humanity spread out into the solar system
From there, the stars, like a living organism
Star after star, galaxy after galaxy
There where wars on the universes tapestry
Wonders where seen, new life forms detected
Love and death and other human traits reflected
This was a dream I had one day
Humanity needs to go, for here we cannot stay
We have overpopulated the earth, we are now forsaken
It is guaranteed to happen, once that first step is taken
It’s our only choice in order for civilisation to survive
One small planet is too small for so many to thrive
Stop wasting money on wars and guns
Instead explore the universe, and its infinite suns
We left our intrepid adventures on the plains of the Serengeti and there we will
re-join them. Pukka has heard word of an evil genie down in the old Rhodesia
He appears to have set up shop taking whatever he wants by magic and other
such underhand means. It is said that he has his eye set on the moon maiden.
Oh no that would be a bad thing for she to have to suffer. Just then a native flung himself before Simba and Pukka masters oh masters he has captured
the moon goddess. We need to rescue her to save night itself can you imaged
a day with out night just endless days too terrible to think about. After a
deep pondering yes said they could not and must rescue her without delay.
Arriving at his court Benjay told them he was in the wrong and released
her without delay. The friends decided to hire troop of guards to protect her
and various other things with these in place they felt safe enough to
take long vacations and left to do their own things
spaces-SEPTEMBER I
empty slides in the park
chatter fills the school bus
spaces- SNUFFED OUT
Bad light stops play
The muscians retire
Note: Haydn's Farewell Symphony
spaces-CATARACT
The mist lifts slowly
A new vista is unveiled
spaces-CATCH-22
A window pane shatters
Nobody makes a home run
SPACES 2
HISPANIC REVERBERATIONS
Blue-bells
SPACES 1
SHADY LADIES
Hostas
spaces- REFRACTION
a rainbow on high
liquid to light
spaces-THEOPHANY
This is my beloved son
Hear Him?
spaces-PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
An Abstract spaces poem
Close your eyes
What did you see?