Long Instruments Poems
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In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
They have all kinds of entertainment
That has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Some people say their fugitives which
Keeps them on the out skirts of town
To where their confined
Yet, through their travels they've become
Quite intelligent.
They make honey sweets with no
Preservatives that are just to a dieter
Or diabetic unkind.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
People arrive to have their fortunes told.
They see the signs in front of bright
Colored tents where the palm reader
And the targot card dealer gives them
Some enlightenment
To take them away from their daily grind.
The tamborine shakes and a long haired
Gypsy girl with green eyes will mystify
Any passer by steps in to the circle which
Is the cue for the instruments.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
I guess so. The crowd moves in closer to
See rose colored lips, pearl white teeth,
Provocative hips, that are really defined.
Sway to the beat as waist length black
Hair with just the right amount of curl
Swirls with abandonment.
Her ankle length bright colorful skirt
Shows off tiny dainty bare feet and
Shapely legs as it unfurls unconfined.
See they have all kinds of entertainment.
Watch her spin, the way she tilts her chin
As you take the dance in it gets under
Your skin as a testament
That nothing can compete with the Gypsy
Girl when she has combined
The twirls and whirls to the music in her
World she is definitely in her element.
It has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Her dance is designed
As a convenient
Way for all to hurl coins of any kind
To help support their wonderful life of
Merriment.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find
The gypsy encampment.
When Death was free to roam the world,
unconstrained by science and medicine,
when doctors were mostly showmen,
and priests held the final word, then...
then people believed in God and in
heaven's bliss and hell's torments.
We moderns think that quaint now,
as we look back, we so much wiser,
battling microbe killers while our
instruments poke the universe, our
knowledge galloping ever faster till
now we think death is the end, there
will be no more, and angels are left
only in those obsolete shelters that
house illusions of a sad dead deity.
'Be thee so sure?" an ancient prophet
might ask-- for if you are wrong in
the measuring, in the weighing of
this world, then what world might
await you when body/ brain expire
and you find something still exists,
an imperishable mind, one far beyond
our mortal understanding clipped
by our senses and our feeble fears?
Then you will know your soul,
you will know you are immortal,
and you will know that God is All...
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"Shades"
You shade me
I shade you
stops the sun burning
eternally through
long nights’ deep bleed
the blue birds lead the way;
"definitely no more flowers",
you say.
I say, "fancy some
foxgloves?"
You say, "Slinky opera-like?"
I say, "No way, Prospero
digitalis are us
behind eyes that pray."
Just for good measure
I say,
"I’m not Miranda,
I’m Prospera,
by the way,
my high charms work,
and these my enemies
are all knit up in their
distractions, they are
now in my power.
I hear tell that
Hell is now empty
and all the devils are here."
"I believe you", you say,
"digitalis ready
lead the way."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it”
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
“We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again.
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.”
“I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.”
“Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.”
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
I hope this letter finds you well, happy with your choices,
And that your nose is not lifted up in disgust
At this last daring move that I made, so as to make
Myself heard one last time!
I just wanted to tell you to mind not the dark clouds
That I now carry in the celestial realms of my secret garden
As I have broken the pieces of the love that I held for you,
And I have burnt them in the depths of my own solitude!
My world shall remain the same one as you had known it
I am not leaving as, I have nowhere else to go,
But I have adjusted my sails in such a way
That I no more write of love songs, or of broken hearts,
But, I play, on my instruments, music entrancing enough
To connect with the source of my inner essence!
To be honest, I am just living as would an unfeeling robot
Going on my path as would a bird, feeding myself when needed,
And unfolding my wings when I feel like it and, of course,
Making as if, you never existed, while praying, all the time
For my final release from this world which had felt like home
Only at those times I was lost in the abyss of your gaze!
Written on 6th January 2021
For Contest The Last Love Letter
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on earth.
Scientists will land in a lab with like-minded white coats.
Romance writers will wake up to the fragrance of lilacs and roses.
Their pens will be quilled with the fluffiest feathers,
Their word processors will be voice activated
Illustrators will be creating the most sensuous book covers
Heaven will be filled with things children can touch.
They will gravitate toward each other, full of enthusiasm and mirth.
A carnival, zoo, museum, playground, and lots of cotton candy.
Bunches of relatives and friends ready to give them hugs and kisses.
TV loners will find themselves in a media room,
Each video screen showing whatever their mind hopes to see
They can spend hours in here, entertaining themselves
Food is not important, but they can choose popcorn if they like.
Each of us will have the things we need to entice us to want to stay.
If we want to take a peek at our loved ones, we can from time to time.
But after a bit we will be so delighted living our bliss and doing our work
We will stop all earthly visits, knowing we will see our loved ones soon enough.
11/28/16
Thrive survive and live
It is what it is
A day of nothing or success using sieves
Carbonation in the soda pop making it fizz
Distinguished areas for hers and his
Individuals involved or infatuated with the showbiz
Don't get in a tizz
Some just take and or give
The planet spins
Life with cartilage and fins swims
Strikes, splits and gutterballs in lanes with bowling pins
Rooms for rent available at inns
Breath mints in tins
Boys and girls occasionally born as twins
Music made with all instruments even violins
Sports and games played with javelins
At church they'll sing hymns
Sometimes you'll need a membership to certain gyms
Whole milk, soy and skim
Going out on a limb
And off a whim
You either lose draw or win
Even if it's only by a smidge
Another opportunity and day begins
Going from light to dim
Above and below the ridge
On either side of the bridge
Help out your kin
Especially when times are grim
Low to high bids
Placed on items
Waters fished for nearly everything, including squid
Due to road conditions, speed and a loss of control, the car slid
Around the corner and the tires started to skid
Recently or way back when
People have disappeared off the grid
No idea all that you or I have did
And the same could be said for where we've been
By: Dalton Ogletree
Oh beloved dear one , sing to me your song
its caress to rest my ears to fall thereon
the tenor of its soothing balm unto my heart
from its intonation wish never I to part
Break the mold beloved to the high exalt
sing about true justice compared to mans default
take true aim with words designations mark
lift them from their misery with the divine spark
Your skill of composition compliments of sound
where breathes a truth in stories made renown
highlight their intentions for the cause you wish effect
pointed the veracity that leads to circumspect
Take elements of history a tale told in note
outline in detail its morality in wrote
expressed is your ability the mind to mesmerize
where realities of men's behavior brought to size
Accompany with melody instruments design
harmonize those tones and tales ultimately fine
your songs can lead one to the right conclusions
break the chords wrapped with mankind's illusions
Oh beloved Bard your ballad sets me a sail
a chronicle of joy or those that we bewail
from you shall I never turn away my ear
its narration and aria brings recitals near
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
The third eye of Shiva!
Demons reduced to ash!
Ego seeking this power-enigma
That ascension it may encash
Beginning thus with a nebulous concept
Identity craving for Godlike enablement
Adopts yogic techniques suspect
To awaken kundalini from containment
Lucky then are those who fail
To prematurely arouse the serpent power
More oft than not we hear cries & wails
Of ill-timed fellow beings who in fear cower
Overawed by body instruments we forget
That the goal is about union of self with Self
Unless in purity of being we stand erect
We best put self-aggrandizement on the shelf
This preamble aside we now plot the path
Of the journey of kundalini from root to crown
Each nuance, each pulse a holy sabbath
In stillness we cognise, in inertia we drown
The foremost aspect to keep in mind
Is that we are entering unchartered waters
Thus all limited knowing we leave behind
Getting to the core of the energy that matters
It all begins (and ends) then with our heart
A yearning burning to connect with the divine
We know not the way or how to start
So in gentleness resistanceless we simply align
Let us liken this journey to a union with our lover
Our beloved who is asleep
In rippleless stillness we are ready to wait forever
For our twin flame to awake from sleep
Such is the determination and the loving resolve
Nullifying the impact of time
Hearts choosing to connect not a problem we solve
We simply surrender to our inner chime
01-August-2020