Long Laces Poems
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as daylight flows on floors of meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just a glance of champagne cheeks through her secret seat
makes hours sink in seconds breathing psalms of time’s aces
then i’d go deep for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
as i hide snuffed sighs claiming eyes that await my reply
of a love as pure dawn giving wings to flowers’ poised paces,
the treasures in my chest are not tiaras or diamonds sold high
this, my rimless devotion will plant years gold with praises
your comfort in blaze of thunder, i’ll gladly give raw braces
a lifetime of caress to guide our lanes pastoral and wild we’d greet,
savoring flute, butterflies and giggling shells on winds’ embraces
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
have i grown weeds in yarns of time, answer not yet said?
a flick of hope blows on this my airborne soul for returned praises
oh, my waters entice me as potpourri of my lady’s rhymes are fed,
when she stalls, then crawls on wanderings of night’s mazes
her quiet flush textured with pleas of patience on moon’s faces,
this silence has many altars adorned by veils of her sun and sleet
still, i stay with serenades to dust her feathers too shy for chases
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
the absence of her eloquence jail me in chapels’ clumped vases
till she, lady of my velvet dreams, lit my passion’s fond heat
our hands shall wander unto rhapsody of faraway places
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet!
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Summer swan song dissolves in autumn romance,
clumps of cloud caressed by the silk of sapphire sky
wait for the northern wind to hold the hands to dance
on the edge of kaleidoscopic horizon before they fly.
The garden path laces the blushing trees facing the fall,
wilted umber leaves weave the tapestry of blazing hue,
the autumn music resonates in the rustle as they crawl,
reclined grass of cinnamon meadow dons crown of dew.
Washed by consumed summer’s spell of departing spray
the twilight sky simmers in the setting sun’s sinking flare,
from the forest’s amber canopy all the birds soar away,
the shadow of tinged foliage floats on waves of crisp air.
The deflected arrays of moonbeam ripple on your face,
from amorous sea knitted pearls on swells of joy sprawl,
whispering autumn breeze wraps you in ardent embrace,
as with the stardust a million sparks of my yearning fall.
Written : September 17, 2019
May 30, 2020
Contest : Strand No. 780
Sponsor : Brian Strand
and if my heart is flawed ~
a muse-less manipulator,
it is because
it has known the murk
where nymphaea drift
through green grief
of algae blooms,
yet still m e l t s
in mauve muteness
to feel love’s rhythm
in merciful melancholy,
whilst the air
ripples like fractured light
on a liquid edge
dreaming,
drawing
somewhere
between silence and sacredness,
as mind mimics migrating birds
blissfully bruised
but never broken...
for I am the essence
of an aquatic-blossom ~
soft yet strong ~
patience my pulse
kindness my dignified design,
when coldness finds
its cruel coherence...
O beloved,
feel me
beyond the sighing pond-mists.
I am your mirror
in shallow reflections,
interpreting your
quivering quietness
into unbreakable
laces of light
that float and breathe
as mindfulness
frames the placid pixels
in oil pigments ~
an aura of an artist
can refine to redefine,
where lilies linger
and the water reminisces
its own sun's
luminous f l o w ...
When I think about you drinking alcohol,
I start to feel disgust.
Your absent-mindedness
makes all my feelings feel so just.
When you took alcohol from random men
and excused it—
it caused me distrust.
Seeing you wasted that time
really messed up all of my brain.
It makes me relive those moments—
and all I feel is pain.
When you got a ride from a man I don’t know,
it gave me disdain.
I want to be trusting,
but all that’s stuck inside my head.
I try to communicate,
and you argue what’s been said.
Now I’m not so comfortable
when you go drink at other places.
I’ve tried to speak it clearly,
but you don’t see the problem that it faces.
You’ve got you looking available,
and people trip over their laces.
You get so wasted
that you don’t know what you’re doing.
When you go out without me,
I’m scared you’ll do something unapproving.
You hang out with a bad influence—
and it leaves me disapproving.
I love you so much,
but it makes me feel disregarded.
It makes me so worried—
and my feelings are unguarded.
I
the waves glisten in the moonlight
and there stands the wrestler with time.
trying to grasp the concept of youth
his being is like a grain of sand
underneath the san clemente skies.
the cedar aroma drifts from the end of the pier
and into a starry night
of which lays out to him the map of
the past, the present, and the future.
beauty etched into the universe
for as long as the earth spins —
the wrestler with time.
old houses scatter shorelines near
and far beyond the bend.
there’s a soft passing of a train
and the sounds begin to blend.
it seems to sweep him off his feet
and set his caged soul free —
he is the wrestler with time.
the fishermen with their buckets
pack up and disappear
under the dim glow
of scarcely placed lamp posts.
as he glances over to his wrist,
laces dangling over tower thirteen.
it is there where the wrestler with time
seeks for understanding of why
youth fades and one’s
appreciation of beauty changes
as the days go by.
City Sun Spots
He’s got a twinkle in his eyes
an aversion to cold prose
he recites – obliquely – poetry
a king without his clothes.
She’s got no laces in her sneakers
still they caress her dancing feet
as she pirouettes on concrete
floating down the city street.
They invite the crowd to gather
amid the rush hour din
overwhelm the teeming madness,
sound bordering on sin.
The creation of a moment
to distract the mongrel mobs
snarling as life’s leashes lead
to and from their jobs.
These sunshine spots of life’s alarm
awakening the long drugged need
to shuck the yoke of drudgery,
run freely as unbroken steed.
Embrace the wind’s sharp eye, keen nose
laugh at your shadow’s rumpled form
rewrite the moments into change
become the duckling’s inner swan.
©7/12/2017
submitted to – MID JULY STANDARD CONTEST
Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with
velvety laces
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my
boundary encases
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist,
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight
nooks and crawl spaces
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the
solitary life praises
Moonbeam’s angelic gazes and frosty phrases
chill woven, dreamy, nature-luxurious laces,
iced in vibrant, wonderland prized traces,
to brighten all young and old human faces.
Sparkles of brightly twinkling sunshine
as stillness pervade human’s routine time.
Otherness grows as pure snowflakes chime
to glorify mother nature’s translucent rhyme.
Essence of radiance in cold grown frosty
finds snowbird’s chatter cheerful and lofty.
Woods and fields are energized glossy
to silently accept snowscapes now gauzy.
Jewels from silver and white topaz storms adorn,
flawlessly winterize and brilliantly transform,
as frozen bling of delight and also concern
control our lives during winter’s vivacious term.
I've Danced Through Many Ages, to Many Sounds On Many Stages.
I've Prepared For Those Who've Come To Town.
I've Smiled and Leaped and Never Came Down.
I've Worn Costumes That Had Laces,
I've Spent Hours Applying Make-Up
While in Far Away Places
There's No Applause to be Found,
When The Final Curtain Comes Down..
The Silence Can Leave You Deaf,
Once The Audience Has Left.
The Theater I've Always Called My Second Home.
With Other Dancers, or On My Own.
Friends You Make While In a Show,
The Contract Ends and Off They Go.
No Matter The Circumstance,
Nothing Makes Me Happier,
Then Just To Dance. 5-6-7-8
Snowing tonight….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering divine dreams..
Air misty, breeze calm, serene! Do I see the
Brilliant Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an evening of starry twilight ...
When the three wise magi spotted the
Brightest star in the east, their surprise,
And their exhilaration knew no bounds!
Our Lord has come to us, the star beckons,
We must follow the glowing light and find our Saviour!
Sights through my window-panes are blurred!
Rooftops getting blanketed with white
Shimmering laces! treetops beautifully
Embellished with silver ornaments,
Grasses caressed by softest drizzle of snow!
This is the night, holy night for the universe
When we welcome our Lord to illuminate
Our life! They found Him in the manger,
Divine baby and Holy Mother they prayed to,
Most precious gifts were showered on Him!
We gaze with wonder at glittering stars above,
On this magnificent Christmas Day, in every
Glistening snowflake I behold Christmas magic -
An aura of love and compassion for the needy
Envelop the world with spiritual grace and harmony!