Long Lace Poems
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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true
"I exist in two places, here and where you are." says the butterfly to me "
"I am you and you are I and that is why. " (pause)... we are both free !
She soars to heaven as if she were an angel of grace with wings of lace
and when I get there I will see that God and her have just changed place.
She drinks in the moment as if no one is watching her and so do I
and from now on I will live like her, until the day I die ...
I'll land on each soft place I find and know that I am not alone,
over by that sunny spot I'll sit and wait, until He finally calls me home.
“Your mother’s love, the silent devotion ,the never heard prayers, the unseen care.” ~~ Shobhna Kanwar~~
She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom.
A hush was heard as the organ played in the room.
How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls,
The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls.
The crowd were obviously all well to do,
Men in Versace suits, women clad in Channel and Dior too.
She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true.
She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”.
Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street.
It was time for the hagged woman to make a hasty retreat.
He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow.
She would never be recognized the way she looked now.
It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear.
Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.
Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie room, the sound of a tea kettle's whistle, the ice cold feeling of oak boards on bare feet, between scatter rugs; I ran to the kitchen. The transistor radio sounded, still calling out school closings. The snow sifted down.
bright sun
sparkles on snowflakes –
the plow roars
Quick phone calls, punctuated with giggles, roused a gaggle of neighborhood girls. White skates in hand, I burst out the door. I rushed toward the swampy area behind the neighbor’s house. My rubber boots crunching crust above the powdery fluff. At the edge of the watery wood, I stood staring. Boys, I see the boys in there. They have their skates on already. Tommy Maloney, my crush, skated toward me.
his black waves
dusted with snow –
whoops of delight
A hummock of snow-topped grass served as a seat. I removed my boots from beneath the zip sides of snow pants and try to tie laces new white skates. Once done I stood wobbling, weak-ankled. Tommy laughs, as knock-kneed I attempt a glide toward him falling on my butt. Oh how his eyes sparkled, an Irish rogue at twelve. Kneeling, Tommy began to re-lace my skates. I remember wishing, so much, he would kiss me.
First Contemporary haibun online Fall 2013
Published in Winter Legends 2014
Dreaming esteeming despite reality’s limitations
Red rendezvous with you like a blank bank check
Our rainbow love so fluid like confetti celebration
So unique so mystique a heart sparks is blessed
Your solar smile stays hot wild
melting any dilemma
We planted a love garden by the Nile
despite nights crisp nights in November
I notice you are in a lavender mood
No naysayers can dampen your day
Even when you get denim blues
You lighten loads with fuchsia faith
To love you is to try and consume
The freeness of a boisterous breeze
That rises like a hot balloon in June
Never deflates or escapes from me
I day dream of your kiss of steam
You touch my soul creating growth
Inspiring silver song and poetry
With you my life feels whole and gold
Embraces lace our bodies uniting ebonies
Creating cranberry future from the past
I giggle from your nibbles so sweet
Your response to carryon with lunar laughs
I am like sun you are like moon
We are celebrating our sky love
Like Lillie’s so thrilling smiles bloom
Turquoise touch never get enough
Yes we be that power couple
Lasting longer despite challenges
We have love enough to double
Flexible to facilitate the balances
“Hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” —Silent One
Scents of jasmine overwhelm boldly
along the granite trail made from ebony buds.
Under Jupiter June’s skyline orbits an alignment
enhancing deeper blue tones on earth’s surface.
Infinite rows of resplendently scented
purple petals grace the image I am told.
Transported by it, my assignment.
Luscious lavender suffuses the soul
with its zest, doing what lavender does.
Tuning into the mind’s emotional unrest,
Slows and unwinds taming the tempest.
Tales abound of an endless Gemini Garden
found near a fairy chimney~a limestone cave carved out
by water encompassed by blooms of deep purple flora.
Byzantium blues and violet berries from the Juniper trees,
I am crushing on it, but musing on never
laying eyes upon such an elysian presence.
Into the distance I trek, rushing each eager step.
I shall explore the garden I’ve come to adore
and its inhabitants, decedents of Pollux and Castor.
From the aurora realms ascends the Queenfisher
of the bluebird bloodline, her plumes of black lace glide wild.
Lily of the valley plays with her daughter Hope.
Lilac, one of the heavenly twins will soon come along.
Hope ignites the sphere with a sunshine smile
Flutters her wings, those of an Indigo child.
Serenely she sings a birdsong's ballad.
On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth,
the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth.
The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace,
in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their lace.
Oh, how the sun kisses the storm in their secret dance, like a hidden tale untold,
each glass of sweet wine brings memories from dreams that never unfold.
Fantasies, golden rays, pierce the darkened mind like a siren's song,
calling us to dance on the edge of the abyss, where every step feels so wrong.
Embrace the mud and gold, the child's laughter and the silence of looming death,
the masks of theater and our souls merge in light, like the sea’s gentle breath.
Say "yes" to all that comes, open your arms to the full spectrum of life’s embrace,
don't flee from the mud that kisses your feet, there blooms the morning's grace.
The pain that tears your heart, like a rose with thorns, births true love within,
he who accepts his being, with all its hues, lives with peace deep in his skin.
Light and darkness, laughter and tears, a fragile, magical balance on life's stage,
here, where we embrace all that embraces us, we dance in the circle of age.
My darling girl
As i touch your face
Your curvy body
Graced with lace
From my chair
At the window you stand
Sun through the lace
Your golden hair grand
As i call you to me
And you take my hand
As you sit astride me
Woman and man
Our bodies ignite
As we absorb our souls
Frenchly we share
Our love soup bowl
Inner explosions
Bring joys and sighs
Ultimate mix
Orgasmic cries
Passions slow
As our hands control
Our quivering bodies
In wandering stroll
We lie together
As i say these words
I whisper in your ear
What needs to be heard
Caressing of you
Attracts my soul
Tender hugs
Intimate goal
Eternally
" Dedicated to the right to want and the want to write "
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
Crowned May Queen
As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
With a breath of life that dwells the day is near
For I’m favored to be the prettiest maiden here
All eyes will be on me in my white lace dress
and closed shoes I will astound with my hair in curls
and a crown of blossoms and leaves of green
when I'm honored with the crown of May Queen
a symbol of the stillness of nature surrounds
In which everything revolves around
Early bright is here with a clear blue unclouded sky
My friends and neighbors are all excited to their utmost ability
Townships and villages celebrating springtime fertility
Handsome couples gathering bouquets of flowers from nearby
decorating the whole town with springtime greenery and mystify
I lead the celebration up to the heart of town singing
Old buildings and tables are adorned
with scented blooms that leave you breathless
Populace displays all the elegance of their dress
Dressed in white, carrying garlands of flowers
and beaming children follow giggling and dancing
They place a crown of blossoms on my head,
I say a speech from my soul and set off the festivities,
with dance and overwhelming merriment
Musicians play their musical instruments with talent
with eating, drinking, jubilant music,
and courtly lovers dancing around the Maypole
A feast fit for a King, everyone enjoys
crafts, games, and carousel to console
With a breath of life at the age of sixteen
As the music flows in my mind and soul
I dance around the maypole
Favored for being the prettiest maiden seen
Honored with being crowned May Queen
By: Eve Roper 4/18/2015 Quintella Form
Children Story
Dark hair in ringlets softly frames her face,
the style her mother likes to see her wear,
and her new gown looks pretty trimmed in lace
while near the wall, she occupies a chair.
She gazes at a crowd of boys and girls -
the boys, like small men, dressed in shirts and ties;
the girls, like her, dolled up, their hair in curls.
What thoughts might lie behind her dark jade eyes?
Young women not yet asked to dance have flocked
together. Seeing her, they burst into
a fit of giggles. Is she being mocked?
She drops her gaze, unsure of what to do.
Her hope, a tiny bird, away has flown.
As always, with chagrin, she sits alone.
Posted Aug. 7, 2017 for Ever Roper's "She Sits Alone" Poetry Contest