Long Kite Poems
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I flied your kite
Over the oceans
Over a blue and verdant sea
I guided your ship with devotion
I loved you endlessly
You light me up with your radiance
Your charm, your love , your chemistry
Like an exploding meteorite you astound me
Transmitting your vibes, you energy
To invigorate and tantalize me
Captivating me ,with every glance
The winds that swirls around you
Keeps me ever so warm
In embraces I want you near me
To taste of your delight
Of the milk and honey from your fountain
Blessing me through my life
You are the reality to my dream
Of which I once aspired
But now reality has found me
My one and only desire.
For John Lawless
Paper Aeroplane Contest
14 August 2022
Every child at some point in their life
seeing someone fly a kite for the very
1st time
Will most probably later on that night
go to bed and say a prayer for one
of his or her very own
And who on earth amongst us wouldn't
want to know exactly what that must
feels like
To be the 1at the end pulling the string's
and therefore cotrolling the kite's flight
But for those unfortunate for whom
a kite they could only dream but never own
They had to make do with making
an aeroplane out of scrap's of paper
to fly upon a breeze
Hopefully 1 good enough with the right
trajectory of throw and a prevailing
headwind
Could end up flying so far away the
naked eye could no longer see
Then afterwards only bound by the
limit's of imagination and gift for
storytelling wondering where on
earth it went or ended up landing
Later instead of using paper to build
aeroplane out of began using it to write on
As with a head now so full of wonderment
akin to a child flying a kite dancing the breeze
Up and up so high so only downward can
see till so weightless nothing seemed impossible
Even writing poetry out of alphabetical soup
as now he not only had both the tools to do it
i.e paper and pen
He had also somehow gained and managed
to harnessed the the most important and
essential ingredient of all
The power of one's imagination that in
the 1st place is needed to make every
dream get off the ground in order so
they can take flight
Poetrysoup, to me is just like a joint family.
How by a common bond, here we are strung together!
Though sailing in different currents and anchored in remote ports,
Distance among us has never been a hitch or a tether.
Here we enjoy a warm and genial camaraderie.
Often I feel my credit far exceeds my debit,
And am weighed down by a heavy sense of debt.
I wonder if I will ever be able to repay a small bit.
Before I am stamped an insolvent the rest of my life,
Let me strive to do some little good while I can.
Like a melting candle, let me bring some glow,
Before I grow weary and time runs out of my span.
Sometimes I feel I am an insidious bed bug,
Growing bigger and fatter on others' blood.
Here when I registered as an artless novice,
I was as inane and inexperienced as a kid.
As a kite with a piece of broken string,
I floated up hither and thither in the skies in vain.
You gave me direction, guidance and support.
I owe to each one of you for all that I could attain.
Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights,
Your heartfelt blessings give me loads of happiness.
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought.
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience.
Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row.
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light.
With words of encouragement, they vanquish all my doubts,
Revitalizing my lackluster spirit and leaving it shimmering bright.
Through this forum, we share our inmost thoughts,
How close we feel though never been together.
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints,
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor.
Irrespective of creed, we are here at art’s sacred shrine.
‘Soupers’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride.
We stand tall among many others of our species.
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!
I wave vaguely toward a boat in the distance, but
can't think of what I would say if they invited me on board.
"That seems excessive kindness," I say, but a voice laughs in my head,
"Yeah, but they'll never do that!" In its vacuum stare, a seagull
encourages me to think past my confusing options. I laugh pretty hard and
move on to the empty boardwalk overlooking the choppy waters, picking someone's trash as part of my civic duty, thinking "life's better in this barren habitat" and then am glued to a kite spinning wildly in the sky attached to a windsurfer riding the waves, suddenly disappearing and then resurfacing, has trouble unhooking the kite, saying to myself, "that's a good kite he should keep it" and then watch it fly like a free bird before crashing into the ocean. I walk past the sign that reads, "Sally was here today" wondering if she was blonde or brunette. I whisper in my head, "this place must do well in the Summer." Today it's silent, like our interior souls crushed by the disease. "We'll come ahead on this one. What made you look for water snake in this environment?" My father would have encouraged me that I was right, he was always delusional, always carried a small umbrella even in hot Summer days as a precaution. "You need to learn to manage your affairs better," his voice rings in my head. He loved his car and wanted to drive it to his own funeral. I see an old grill gummed up with ashes, wondering how many beachgoers it had pleased and all the stories it had to tell. "There was once a married couple who ate their burgers raw." The boardwalk turns into rocky sand, waiting to torture my bare feet, a seagull is looking purposefully at my predicament, perhaps chuckling,
"these helpless creatures."
Lend me the swiftness of your wings, so I can ride above
the foamy waves and sit on a humpback whale that lies still in
recumbent grace, sniffing you out. I am your maid and it does not take long
to try its patience. I hope you spare me your wet witching. You would have saved a squad of dolphins from their daily doldrum if you were game and
moved in their playful company.
Inaccessible solitude, I venture to conclude at random.
Seeking the light that lights all lights,
I see, in this world, soon to disembark,
for every place shrouded in the dark,
there's another, warm and bright.
Each twenty-four hours has a night,
but in the grand celestial ballet,
the earth spins to give us another day,
much as each wrong has a right.
How happy we are when in flight.
Other times, in sorrow, we all must drown,
or we found ourselves rooted on the ground,
'til we're soaring like a kite.
We may encounter a dark knight
whose heart is vicious and unearthly black,
and soon we're lost, off the beaten track,
when appears a knight, in white.
I've found that this poor heart of mine,
as it navigates the world's duality,
finds its own version of reality
gliding the dividing line.
The roses are red, like the fire in me,?
But you hurt me again, a wound deep as the sea.?The violets are blue, a soft hue of despair,?
I’m lost in my thoughts, adrift in the air.
You build me up high, like a kite on the breeze,?Then with whispered confessions, you bring me to my knees.
?You’ve shattered my heart, it’s broken beyond repair,?
Yet I whisper those words, still lost in your stare.
I lay wide awake, the night heavy with tears,?Crying over the fragments of all of our years.?Through shadows and sorrows, my heart still clings tight,?
To the hope that you’ll change, that you'll see the light.
You hurt me again; your touch feels like ice,?
How do you do it so easily, leaving me in this vice??
in pieces, I wander, a ghost of what was,?Breathing without you, a life stripped of cause.
Every heartbeat reminds me how true,?
That I don’t know how to breathe without you.?
I circle the memories, I replay every song,?
Why would I move on when with you is where I belong?
You’re the world that I know, though it spins me in pain,?
Still I am drawn to you, like flowers to rain.?
I’m broken again, but I’m tethered to blue,?
The roses are red, but they fade when it’s you.
In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories,
From the cold room, I fled to the coffin of unspoken promises,
And from the coffin? Only the bare hands of time bury constellations in the soul,
Though coffins are perhaps the cheapest homes in real estate listings,
No cell is lonelier than a grave forgotten by shadows past.
Remember us—all of us—in a single place of eternal rest,
We are buried incomplete, for our bones still breathe in your throat,
With your umbrella, you tried to take revenge on the sun; haven't you heard?
Even the "sun" sings its longing for "water" in secret verses.
From the conspiracy between rain and sunrays, a dream of a rainbow is born
For the evaporated hope of water—now captured in glass aquariums,
Though bottled, a fish state has been dismantled.
What well can survive with its neck cut by unfulfilled desires?
Where on the river's neck do the dam's fingerprints disappear into purification plants?
From bruised necks, a museum of invisible fingerprints was born.
Even the observer has closed his eyes tired from so much searching.
These tickets—what field of view do they truly open in your soul?
Longing—soaked between eyes and sea, between your sky and forgotten earth,
Of all the temptations that pursued a kite, only a diamond
Remains on the geometry test of moments lost in time.
A butterfly divided the world between two fragile wings,
For the crime of unusual colors, it was denied
A photograph in the vivid colors of hope.
The butterfly's bright thoughts left the cocoon too early,
In an era of color extinction, they chose to fade
In themes of black and white, in the silence of a forgotten painting.
We didn't paint—but stretched new canvases for old paintings and memories,
Photographs, forgotten by memory—yet one of them
Will eventually find its place in the frame of our obituary.
As painters and photographers, we agreed on the truth of faces,
Though we clashed as deeply as our tools of creation.
Yet—our hands are the latest fashion in delicate bow ties,
Designed to clasp the collar of time that flows ceaselessly into eternity.
Just thinking, of places and times
I had laid my heavy head
So far removed from silk sheets
And a warm comfortable bed
Just thinking, on dreams i had
In raging storms kaleidoscope like
Behind fluttering shut eyes with tears
Spearing through, grounding a paper kite
Just thinking, of expressions seen
From above or below distant and far
The colour of eyes, lost in that moment
Brewing the droop propped up on a bar
Just thinking, just thought remembered
Forgotten just slipped away from my head
Curtains now closing, lessening light
That time and thought we constantly dread.
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
He smiled as they placed his new granddaughter in his arms and gently cradled her near…and as they rocked together in the chair…he whispered softly in her ear…
I know I am much older…having been born a long, long time ago but I’m going to tell you some things I’ve learned…I hope you’ll remember them as you grow.
Life is to be lived…always do what, in your heart, you know is right.
Don’t worry about coloring within the lines…go outside…fly a kite.
Believe in yourself when others don’t…ride in a boat upon the sea…
Stop often to count the stars at night…and whenever you can…climb a tree.
Swing on a swing, slide down a slide…run…for no reason at all.
Embrace the cold in winter, the warmth of summer, the birth of Spring…and the changing leaves in Fall.
Eat a lot of ice cream… don’t forget to hug…and kiss…and share….
Never knowingly hurt another creature….remember…sometimes…it’s okay to swear.
Travel to new and exotic places…learn to ride a bicycle with no hands.
Never be in hurry to grow up…smile as often as you can.
Remember true beauty comes from within you…never be afraid to take a chance…
sing whenever you feel like it… feel free to cry and laugh and dance.
It’s easy to love life when everything is bright…but try to love it when all seems black
because you’ll find the more you love with all your heart…the more the world will love you back.
You’ll find love is what binds us all together…in everything we say and do…
And those times when you think things are falling apart remember…love will be your glue.
Do the best you can in all you do…If you make a mistake…don’t fret.
Watch the sunrise in the morning…and in the evening watch it set.
Be happy with who you are…be creative…never silence your imagination…
Remember you are one-of-a-kind…unique…
there’s no one else like you in all of creation…
These thoughts will get you started…but I’m sure once you are grown…
the person you become…will have opinions of your own.
And perhaps one day they’ll place your granddaughter in your arms
and as you gently cradle her near…
you’ll have things you‘ve have learned throughout your life
you’d like to whisper in their ear