Long Lakes Poems
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So many dreams
Both day and night
Awake or asleep
It's you in my sight
What do I dream about?
So many things
All bases are covered
The pendulum swings
From ones I can't speak of
To ones that I can
But all of these dreams
I would dream of again
If I had my druthers
These dreams would come true
It'd be amazing
To live them with you
There's lakes and there's rivers
There's oceans and seas
Red coats and blue blazers
Pink dresses, black jeans
Lilacs and perfume
Airplanes and guitars
Big snowstorms, warm blankets
Long drives, Nashville bars
Going to places
Where nobody goes
Coming back sometime
When? Nobody knows
I'll court you and woo you
All while we're away
Serenades in tuxedos
My love on display
And under the moonlight
I'd ask of you this,
"Would it be ok
If I gave you a kiss?"
Fireworks, rockets
Inside of me
If that were to happen
If that were to be
My creativity's vivid
Plans, other things
I'd put all together
To make Bluebird sing
It's all 'cause I love her
I say it alot
But if it's getting too much
Just tell me, I'll stop
Freak of nature- is a on going thing.
Things are changing- in this world of strange.
Ice is melting- on the polar caps.
Will not be long- before there is no glaziers left.
Freak of nature- is on the rise.
It is in the oceans- through the rising tides.
Look at the sunshine- burning down.
Forest fires- ashes on the ground.
Freak of nature- what is going on.
Can you tell me- about this song.
Weather patterns- is not right.
Many people- has been losing life.
Strange things- we cannot explain.
Lakes has disappeared- in the Earth veins.
Freak of nature- what can we do.
Freak of nature- I am so confused.
Everybody is looking for- someone to blame.
Scientists are so smart- they invented gasoline.
Governments know- how to control everything.
Oil is money- to all living things.
This beautiful world- needs a big change.
Or This Freak of Nature- will always stay.. Stay the same ….
Zenith ~
a fatal lie written in forged gold,
but to read the bruised ballads I’ve bled
upon the palette of pixelated peridots
in ominous silence,
must I speak the
romanticized rhymes of funeral roses?
Perhaps then I’ll nestle
in the crest of nothingness
like a failed poet
numb to the power of thorns…
O embers of raven’s feathers,
I feel the unseen heat
of Hades’ wrath,
burning the lucid mirage
of sakura moon-glade,
and my soul sways along
the razor edge
of a stainless sword,
drunk on white-wine illusions,
oblivious to the
faceless phantoms
mimicking Reaper’s requiem
in spectral synchrony,
summoning wings of dusk
within my eclipsed heart,
to soar as a fire-dragon
kissed by blistering sins,
as if ticking sparks of time
did melt and merge
with psychedelic coals,
where I’ll rule as
the mistress of Lucifer,
hypnotized by
the deceased daffodils…
But I’m not lost.
I crave perpetual peace
away from the
prying eyes of society
that pushed me into
a whirlpool of whirling insecurities,
a maleficent maelstrom of trickery,
dying for a searing sip of afterlife,
where ashes of deceit
will no longer suffocate the sleep
that abandoned me
like the splitting stars in my mind
sprinkling scorching confetti
upon fragile fields…
O beloved, save me
from the dance of death
I long to taste the
tears before the sunrise.
I am frozen,
like an insomniac
gasping for love,
reaching for tender twilight
in a tortured tomb of cryptic tulips,
weaving my heartbeat across
your horizon,
pondering in elegies:
If I were thunder’s sigh,
and you,
the timeless starlight…
Why do lifelines still unravel
your love
in soft, velvety cadence?
For amidst jinxed lakes
between us,
this soul,
r e m a i n s
achingly tied to your
elusive heart…
My moon,
w i t h o u t your delicate fingers
stroking the claustrophobic chambers
of this nocturnal heart,
I search for macabre metaphors
to feed the midnight monsters
lurking in the cold crevices of darkness,
like enemies befriending my suppressed trauma,
masking infernal intentions
with serpentine allure
and diamond daggers,
playing tricks on the soul of twilight.
As in your absence,
I am l o s t, like a muse without a rhyme,
battling tomb-tides,
ferrying the faceless phantoms of the past,
luring the weary winds
to follow the cursed currents,
as if I have no voice~
but would they know,
I carve these words with ashes and tears,
merged with memories
that never fade,
amidst the Luna that found
its wintry magic
in the warmth of ephemeral auroras,
oblivious to the fragranced flame
of undying romance,
kissing the skin of the Stygian skyline,
an ambiance etched
with doomed dahlias
and spectral lilies…
Tonight, feel me in silence,
from afar,
dulcet desires entwined amidst
this distant devotion.
Love me, as I ache for
the scripted solace within the crestfallen crystals
of your eclipsed spheres...
I thread orchids with syllables of smoke,
swimming in grief through Aphrodite's
lakes of swans
engraved with agony and pain
as moonlight wanes~
swallowing mourning myrtles
of b u r n i n g love...
An alternate track is via Illinois River (from
Chicago), to Mississippi, up the Ohio, and then
through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes
and canals), to Mobile Bay and the Gulf.
Commercial tug-and-barge traffic on these waterways is heavy.
Pleasure boats can also enter or exit Great Lakes
by way of the Erie Canal and Hudson River in New York.
The Erie Canal connects to Great Lakes at
east end of Lake Erie (at Buffalo, New York) and
south side of Lake Ontario (at Oswego, New York).
Statistics:
The Great Lakes contain 21% of the world’s fresh surface water:
5,472 cubic miles (22,810 km3), or 6.0×1015 U.S.
gallons (2.3×1016 liters). This is enough water
to cover the 48 contiguous U.S. states to a uniform depth
of 9.5 feet (2.9 m).
Although the lakes contain
a large percentage of world's fresh water,
the Great Lakes supply only a small portion of
U.S. drinking water on a national basis (roughly 4.2%).
Winter 2009–10 was somewhat mild, the precipitation
was below normal for Great Lakes Basin.
Mean lake levels are thought to be slightly below or
at their levels of 2009. An ice jam in February 2010
dropped the level in Lake St. Clair. Since jelly roll more 'in jam
was removed the level has come back to its average.
As of March 2010, the lakes were at the level, or slightly
below, where they were in March 2009.
The combined surface area of the lakes is approximately
94,250 square miles (244,100 km2)—nearly
the same size as the United Kingdom, and larger
than U.S. states of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut,
Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, and New
Hampshire combined.The Great Lakes coast measures
approximately 10,500 miles (16,900 km);
however, the length of a coastline is impossible to measure
exactly and is not a well-defined.
There is a place I simply love
one which is simply so wonderful
sits on southern point of English lakes
Grange-over-Sands is my hidden jewel
It's a lovely quiet dear place
not many shops or amenities to view
but nice lake to watch ducks swim by
not very large but each time seems anew
There's such nice long walk
right along the front esplanade
your hair breezes in the wind
blue sky shines before sun does fade
First holidayed there way back in '88
gave me such peaceful joyful state
then a year later decided to return
when I did write letter ask girl for date
The next time that I visited this place
it was with that girl on our honeymoon
we've visited often over the years
abiding memories we have under its moon
When celebrating silver anniversary
recently returned to memorise anew
thinking was 25 years so long ago
it just seems like yesterday times flew
G.O.S. you're indeed specially dear
for myself you stir deep within
such a glow staying at its peak
truly to love you I've fallen
(We all have a favourite place we love and always go back to, so this is written about mine.
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Presidents Washington and Lincoln met often in that Land of Eternal Bliss,
To commiserate, communicate and about the misty past to reminisce.
"What in hell (er, excuse me, Lord!) is happening, Abe, to our beloved nation?"
"Well, George, I see both good and bad but I see little cause for celebration!"
George: "I see they named the national capitol on the Potomac after me,
But they've desecrated it with greed and graft that I could not foresee.
Each President after us promised the people there'd be hopeful change,
But I fear the lack of leadership, that has left citizens in some estrange!"
Abe: "I see that Arlington Cemetery is filled with patriots who died for liberty.
I strived to restore brotherhood to a broken nation but little of that I see.
I grieve at the lack of patriotism. Even Old Glory by some has been defaced.
It seems that the God we looked to for guidance has also been displaced!"
George: "I see the work ethic waning and everyone wants to be on the dole.
Congress is casting money at useless schemes putting all in a deeper hole!"
Abe: "Yes, and those once pristine lakes and streams are polluted with disease,
And something called smog smothers cities and forests are stripped of trees!"
George: "When I see how future generations are raised I want to shudder!"
Abe: "Alas, all of this reminds me of a ship adrift without a steering rudder!"
George: "Well, I don't suppose it does any good for us to sit around and whine."
Abe: "I agree! Let's amble over to happy hour for some great communion wine!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night
Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call
In a cool voice telling me to go
Go because you are a king
The dawn chorus woke me up into another beautiful morning glow
My head is swinging pendulously and my legs are willing to go
So i went, faraway i went,
Crossing three rivers, three lakes, three desert, three wild forest.
In my final destination, i met three elders at the meeting of tripartite junctions
“Young man where are you heading to” –they asked
I am heading to my destination, cos i am a king and i am in search of a well suited destination for my royal reign – i replied the elders
The i saw in their eyes a sorry feeling for a poor boy and they uttered :
Eyes with all its visual acuity cannot see before the head tells the leg to go
Hands far away from head give it its direction
Hmnn , the destination belongs to the hand
A hand that will rule all hands will work beyond its length
Such will become an old hand
An old hand is a king among all other hands
That will surely gives a crown of honour to the head through her spirited effort
Legs may just be willing to go, even prepare to run fasted
But if hand be idle
The head is far from being loyal to its royal.
Form:
I felt the tug, the loosening air~
Oh joy! I drift without earthly care.
I popped free with a laughing spin,
a tiny pilgrim, born of wind.
My comrades joined—what giddy glee,
dancing like colorful confetti spiritually.
The autumn breeze nudged us in its stride,
we somersaulted, tumbling side by side.
We skimmed the lakes, pirouetting on our way~
a drifting troupe, an autumnal ballet.
We rode the rivers, wild and free,
a giggling, leaf-born odyssey.
The wind grew hushed; our laughter stilled~
as though some deeper call was filled.
We felt the earth’s slow pull begin~
God’s summons soft as whispered wind.
We settled down in muted grace~
content to fade, to feed this place.
To what shall I compare you, my sweet love?
How, having known you, can I face the crowd?
You take my heart out with a velvet glove
And then establish it inside a cloud.
Your precious beauty and your tender heart,
The incandescent passion of your spirit -
However many miles we be apart,
You bring me to adore and to revere it.
Your elegance of motion and of dress,
Your gentle smile and your infectious laughter,
Your fierce resolve and will that seeks no less
Than knowing and attaining Hereafter -
The eyes that, like volcanic crater lakes,
Reflect the sky toward which you are so close -
That for the truth's and for the beauty's sakes
Dissolve the elements that from the earth arose -
Your playful, delicate and resurrecting mind
That weaves the pain and knowledge into sweetness -
The thoughts and feelings that are intertwined
And from their synthesis creates completeness -
Your intuition, powerful and true,
And genius producing divine splendor -
Not only do I say that I love you,
But to what made you, darling, I surrender -
However I compare you, my delight,
You're always something more and something greater,
And like a mountain climber in the night
I cannot see and fall into your crater.