Long Lanterns Poems
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Restless ghostly night,
whilst full moon hangs bright
drench in yellow with fright.
The hour of All Hallow's Eve
has chimed like a venal thieve;
all in wild frenzy they leave.
A shrill whistle in the distance
behest by spirits persistence
and wicked witches on broom assistance.
Those brave to be out in the dark,
stumble in their steps they mark,
as lanterns in trembling fingers spark.
Twilight soul into burnt cinder
shadows and ghost linger,
as cowering frightened dogs whimper.
Luminously yellow eyes blaze,
of the alluring vampire's gaze,
in the dark a hypnotic maze.
Goblins, gnomes, and black fairies
dance around blood-red berries;
a chilling ritual mummeries.
Standing in the moonlight there,
a few feet from toadstools; a pixie pair,
merry tricksters everywhere.
Waxen daylight creeps across the sky,
arise a yawn from sneaking dawn nigh.
Gone, in a wink All Hallow's Eve cunning and sly
10/25/2021
Children Story
There is an urge within me to wander randomly,
to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope,
incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter,
or just as likely that tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway,
this blue pigment dawn whisper as tempting spur on,
that hidden orange-red sunlit prompt I can’t curb despite myself,
I follow blindly without oppugning brier cloak
pitfalls,
yet noonday mishap neither blight nor wanton cross,
and I glad to extol such plus point impact,
as other fellow venturers might script a manifold offshoot,
but from sound and sentient slant,
I can recant galvanic episodes,
of uproarious elation emanating from a golden grained beach,
where energetic offspring unleash their zeal,
adjacent to labyrinthine thriving townscapes,
ancient river, the stuff of verse and bard,
parallels its salted surging ripple,
with its indigo bold rush beneath a stoic wharf.
to capture lush spots
with the pourboire of bright eye
as timeless haven
Yet late phase hours settings have cachet,
in tandem with the peep of day burst,
as I reveal a harvest swept ashore,
flotilla at a dock and day boundary,
so nocturnal bliss enraptured round each plinth,
and plethora of unearthly steps,
where haunted hair-raising halo splash,
adding lustrous night fly element,
beside the raucous alleyway caper,
inchoate, invisible, intriguing inlay,
shards of boisterous daring impishness,
cast at my intrepid atman,
enigmatic echoes chase skinflint shadows,
whoosh of splintered black ice,
under swerving car manoeuvre,
street lanterns wide arc madrigal,
banisher of eerie indigo silence
earth atmosphere shall
watch bemused as moonlight orb
peers at globe beneath
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
After a cacophony of ramblings,
day bows gently---
Infants slumber with ease in cradles,
lanterns flicker above tavern stools
as mellow winds drift around gold-hued roads
paving the way
for flights of quietude:
Somehow, mothers hush their loved ones
to tend angel dreams
before sunglow ascends… while elders pat
loyal dogs in tenements far from home:
And young girls close overused iPods,
widows reminisce; single fathers
unlock the fence, tired—
Somehow, heartbroken women lay
on empty chairs alone,
Lovers fondle sigh deeply relieved.
This is nightfall. Its language of voices
breathes through different tones,
climbing into our hearts
where we exhale syllabic pain and glory,
until robin-wings unravel our incantations
to liberate us against hidden wails.
~
For PD's Impress Me with an Old Poem (002) Contest
Written 12/2018 ,S.O.
Resubmitted 10/7/2020
Air is altering its pattern
Dusks are getting crispier
Nights are falling earlier
Sun is taking time to rise up
Leaves are changing their colors
Trees are showing off their fiery flairs
Pine needles and acorns have scattered all over
Halloween is around the corner
Ghosts and goblins are appearing at the doors with vampires
Skeletons and ghouls are hanging out near front arrivals
Entries are surrounded in the webs of humongous spiders
Witches and Jack-o’-lanterns are getting ready to welcome visitors
Black cats are showing up
Owls and spooky bats are flapping their flutters
Crescent moon is decorating the night skies with its shiny silver
Town is preparing itself to entertain little monsters
Plump round pumpkins are showing shades of orange, auburn and ginger
Costumes are being bought in stores
Candy containers can be seen in shops’ every corner
Eager children are getting ready for Halloween pleasure
Houses are smelling with sweet scents of candles
Kitchens are spreading aromas of pies cooked with cinnamon
Taste buds are savoring spicy warm apple ciders
Families are ready to greet and treat trick-or-treaters
Altruism accorded by amazing assurance
Brightening beauty with brilliant benevolence
Coloring creation in captivating contentment
Delighting dreams by discovering discernment
Energizing easily with endless enthusiasm
Flavoring feelings in fulfillment and friendliness
Glorifying God with glimpses of goodness
Heartening hopes by heaven’s healing hand
Inspiring intense intimacy by inducing indulgence
Jauntily justifying jubilance joining joyous jubilee
Keeping kindred kindled with a knack for kindness
Loving lanterns lighting lives with leadership
Moving mysterious minds to meet with miracles
Naivete nearing natural needs to nurture Narnia
Observing obscure objectives with open offerings
Pursuing perfection, purity and pleasure pacifiers
Quiet questions quack in quivers of quickening
Reflections of rushing reminders result in resilience
Sacrificing self for soothing sensations of satisfaction
Trusting truth and trying to teach a touch of talent
Uncovering understanding and an unbiased utopia
Verifying values for visionary views and vantages
Welcoming warm wishes for wisdom’s war of words
Xenocrates xenias with xeroxed xenodiagnosis
Zestful zealousness for a zillionaire’s zip in zone
Share Your Blessings Poetry Contest
By Beata Agustin
July 14, 2020
Pall Revere was renouned four his audacious mid-knight Ryde,
End alsow fore his silversmithin', inn witch he took grate pried!
Butt he is most famed four ridin' like a bat outta ewe no where,
Two alert Hancock, Adams, et al, fore there lives two spare!
Two lanterns inn a church belfry signaled en a-salt bye see;
(Pall gnu thee Brits were cummin as soon as they'd sipped there tee!)
On a borrowed hoarse he flu thru thee nite, thee patriots too summon,
Yellin' two ever'won, "Thee Brits ar cummin! Thee Brits ar cummin!"
Pore Pall was later captured end his hoarse was confiscated two boot,
Butt thee Brits released him two thumb it back too Lexington afoot!
Halloween Night October thirty-first,
twenty-seventeen. A wet night of lit
cut out jack-o-lanterns, parties, games, cursed
ghouls and goblins, and witches shadows flit.
Children dress in fun or scary costumes
going door-to-door round the neighborhood
shouting, "Trick or treat!" running on sweet fumes
being good, but they eat more than they should.
Today was different; it was a day
of grief and sorrow over an act of
terror; Innocent lives taken away
too soon with families. Where is the love?
An act of sheer terrorism meant to fright
it will not discourage, but make us fight.
11/1/2017
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2017_Lower_Manhattan_attack
Six moons of magic, hand in hand we wove,
Through whispers of the heart, our worlds to prove.
Incredible months, like stars that softly fell,
A tapestry of us, where dreams would dwell.
We penned our poems in the hush of night,
Verses of longing, bathed in firelight,
Your words a river, mine the shore they kissed,
Echoes of souls in tender twist.
Songs we spun from strings and stolen sighs,
Melodies that danced beneath blue skies,
Our voices blending, wild and free as wind,
Harmonies that healed what time might rend.
In kitchens warm, with flour-dusted grace,
We cooked our feasts, a feast of love's embrace.
Spices singing tales of lands afar,
Each bite a promise, etched like every scar.
Daily coffees, steam rising like our hopes,
Black as midnight, sweet as whispered tropes,
Sipping slow the dawn's first golden hue,
In quiet rituals, just me and you.
We plunged in waters, cool and crystalline,
Swimming secrets where the waves convene,
Bodies buoyant, hearts adrift and light,
Washing worries into endless night.
Travels called us, roads that twisted wide,
From city spires to where wild rivers hide,
Road trips roaring with laughter's wild refrain,
Miles of memories, etched in joy and rain.
Together growing, like vines that intertwine,
Learning lessons in your eyes, so fine,
From stumbles soft to leaps of fearless flight,
You my mirror, I your guiding light.
Oh, we had ups that soared on eagle's wing,
And downs that plunged like autumn's fleeting spring.
Storms that tested, tempests fierce and raw,
But that's the rhythm, love, of what we saw.
For in the fray, we found our truest art,
The forge of us, beating strong as heart.
So much more to learn, my darling flame,
In this vast book, we're but a single name.
Don't cast aside what hands have gently built,
These walls of wonder, free from fear or guilt.
Let's hold our vows like lanterns in the dark,
Forgiveness flowing, soft as morning lark.
Compassion's cloak to wrap our weary frames,
Healing the hurts, igniting sacred flames.
Chapter Two awaits, a canvas bold and bright,
Even more amazing, in our shared delight.
Forever yours,
In rhyme and reason, through the endless night.
Lev
Edited to include "creatures of the night"
They wait for shadows
to rush and fill their forest home.
Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl
or the whip-poor-will’s call,
they appear as silently as the black of night itself.
A fawn in hiding ambles over to a pebbled pool.
Its family follows.
Fireflies flicker about like tiny lanterns
and the incessant murmur of insects
fills the air.
Somewhere – cloaked in darkness – a frog croaks.
Soft splashes in the pool
reveal ducklings paddling along.
Creatures of the night -
badgers, raccoons, and other tiny furry creatures -
scurry through bushes
foraging for prey smaller than themselves.
Ears prick at the sound
of a lone wolf’s howl.
June 12, 2022