Long Lanes Poems
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Two sisters born afar from my terrain
one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome ,
another hopping on lanes of maple trees;
still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays
enduring continental divide
like silken wishes on angel cheeks
plying on a relay of starlit skies...
One a sweetened Jasmine utterly
devoid of night's umbra, ohh the other,
a peppered Cinder sizzling with
the sun's baked fireglow.
And though zones of time differ
in paddles of midnight’s arm stretched,
laughter and whispers scoop bowls
of friendship wild and lucent as dawn;
touching me through live words in a gathering
of images warmer than moon's crawl.
I fold my eyes on sands of hourglass
blowing winged kisses to miles distant
yet, near in the ingot of affection’s graces.
By sea, air or land, a map is at hand
To find your way through
Beat motorway blues
GPS locate, not wanting to be late
Motorway lanes signposted for speed
To A roads and B routes, destined to lead
Atlas for certain the world it will open
With continent size distorted for guise
Longitude, latitude, GMT atlas use
From trains track the scenery
Through towns, cross a river bridge
By day or by night, if moon is in sight
North, south, east, west; by stars you can trek
Chart journeys together in all kinds of weather
Driving by car when thinking of marriage
Or maybe preferring a horse drawing carriage
By rail, road or tube, there’s a map you can choose
Distance, time, ask where to arrive or depart
For traveling plans
A map is your friend
The road
It stretches out before me,
the yellow center line
holding my attention.
It tells me that humankind has tried
and made its mark known and imprinted here.
But from the woods, the trees stretch their trunks angling across the tarmac,
A canopy of leaves umbrella across the lanes
dropping leaves upon the blackness,
The colors blend the black macadam
into reds and yellows and greens.
The sun etches streams thru the branches down to the lines
and flows around the bends.
the road disappears and nature reclaims its place
If only for the moment, the world is clean and pure again,
alive with living and life.
Squirrels and birds clatter in the trees and brush,
running and racing thru the leaves.
A truck rumbles in the distance.
Everything suddenly scatters
and man leaves his mark
yet again.
Dash of snow flutters to the ground
And lands O gently all around;
White as velvet quilt of feather
To drift upon Yule's iced heather:
Bare now after Queen Winter's hand
Covering lanes from bright hues grand;
Which transforms the pines with finesse
And silver stars of gracefulness.
Yet night gleams through crystals so bold
Adorning roofs.... bright joys enfold;
O pearled flakes that warm and spill
Through tuneful romps of love's goodwill...
How children hail the dance of snow
On an EVE blessing life, aglow!
Best Rhyming Poem --Oct-Dec 2017
For John Hamilton's Contest 1/2/2018
Originally Written :12/9/2017 Rhyme Form- Couplet
When Solar Flares
Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits
Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space
It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine
When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth
When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends
When thunder howled to burn the sky
as lighting rods seemed to betray,
this night so bleak, it can’t defy
wild rainstorm flooding streets in gray.
Till darkness sprawled like ghostly frame
when thunder howled to burn the sky,
to crush each tree and post aflame
and even drowning birds nearby.
Lives feared the wrath of sea’s outcry
for tempest burst on gates ,enraged
when thunder howled to burn the sky
invading more homes disarranged.
I watched the sun clear lanes’ debris
when daytime came pricked like cacti;
a terror wiping city’s glee
when thunder howled to burn the sky.
Shadow Hamilton's Scary Moments
*Snapshots of Haiyan Typhoon Disaster, 2013*
Written 5/26/2014
I can still feel the weight of the heat colliding with my face as I first stepped off the plane,
And how beads of sweat would tickle my neck the same as when it rained,
How the harsh odor of the atmosphere would nauseate my nose,
And the courage of a people despite our impose,
I hear the splashing of the Tigris as I kneel to rinse my hands,
And how it felt to think that nothing’s promised, even on promised lands,
From wailing sirens and the buzz of the Phalanx at night,
To the popping of shots and the whooshing of helos in flight,
From the honking of horns and roads without lanes,
To swishing through traffic and the jingling of chains,
I hear the whispers of prayer being broadcast through the air,
And the murmurs of locals and their unwelcomed stares,
To the thuds of percussions from bombs in my chest,
Detonated afar but still rattled my vest,
But of all that I remember, I’m fully aware,
That I've left a piece of me there.
As the night collects your debt
Find this the rotting door now thrust,
creaking screams align the mire
Loosened shadows coughing dust
in a world now set afire
Worry gathers in the mist,
along a crooked staircase rise
Nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
portraits gaze through swollen eyes
Smell the stench of fevers past,
sweat does stream of wallowed reach
Moors in line of wretched cast,
lessons taught but not to teach
Break this bread of mirrored shard,
slurp your lime serrated drink
Write as if a napkin bard,
any thought with which you think
Last, these days of sorted lanes,
walking chains and lockets bore
Weakness in your heart now claims
of a time you lived before
Stare the darkness now you keep,
forcing out a sad regret
You shall sow the fear you reap
as the night collects your debt
Swerving in and out of lanes without
A care in the world. Great, now you cut
Into mine! Did you bother signaling?
Of course, you didn't. The impatience!
The rudeness! Flipping birds? Really?
Feuding with time could prove costly,
So ease off the gas pedal; stop baiting
State troopers. Reduce speed; you're
Heading home from work, or an errand,
I suppose, because the sun is setting.
Are you recreating "Fast Five" scenes, or
Living dangerously at motorists' expense?
Well, the highway is no NASCAR track!
I'm rather surprised you don't rack up
Speeding tickets, or do ya?
How about this; head to your destination
Half an hour early. Yeah, try that for a change!
Stay in your lane, slow down; you're begging
For an accident, the fatal kind. And quit
The road-raging! Should you even be driving?
A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ew dawn begins to shine;
N-ight will be just over,
A-nother day is truly fine.
L-ight comes from beacon,
I-n the sky wide and blue;
Z-enith of the rising sun,
A-t the highest place in view.
M-arch eighth is beautiful
A-s the weather is fair;
R-aindrops will not fall,
Q-uesting for flame to share.
U-nder the lanes up high,
E-arly morn opens the day;
Z-estful wind that's warm takes the cold chill away.
A-gainst the tide I sail,
R-ough sea I encounter;
D-espite danger and risk,
O-dds in life make me better.
N-ice feeling after the storm, see the beautiful rainbow;
A-fter the twilight is gone, soon disappears the shadow.