Long Leap Poems
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Late at night when i can't sleep, my demons come out to haunt me
And when my eyes open with the sunrise, they attack my thoughts
Plague my dreams
So i stay up sometimes just to write, even though i know few will ever read these.
Sometimes i can't tell if these are visions i have or fits of insanity
Lately I've been dreaming about a girl..
metaphorically and literally.
A forbidden desire fitting like a sensual attire
Someone like her would never be with someone like me
Feels like a surreal childhood fantasy.
Wouldn't be the first time i took a leap...
Landing face first but still with damaged feet.
Electra is her name
And this electric feeling is to blame
When i lay alone in my bed with all these things rushing through my head..
Are these tricks? Treats? Future destiny?
I wish i knew...but i feel like a rat in a cage
Thoughts cover my thoughts
What is this energy?
Maybe it will go away
Or maybe i really am insane...
My Alice in wonderland....
Is this real? Am i?
So many things i wish to say
But for now,
I fade away
Not everyone's enamoured by my humour
At risk of my head being bopped
Say things in jest that are taken as serious
Chancing of a punch in the chops
Like when I once said to a very large lady
Pressing number two in the elevator
“That's just one floor, you coulda walked!”
Thought I'd end up on the floor
Another time down in old Cape Cod
In a store getting out of the sun
A lady knocked over a very large display
Yelled “Now look what you've done!”
Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple
She was just about to blow a gasket
However luckily cooler heads prevailed
Considered myself quite fortunate
“Look before you leap” as the old saying goes
Often insert my foot in my mouth
Runs the risk of hard blows to the head
And injury to my parts down south
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
let me float in tranquil blue seas
my curly tresses dance in breeze.
Hypnotic powers you possess,
you calm my raging hurricanes
silver keys unlocking old chains.
Shooting stars in aurora bless,
crimson pearls adorning sand dune
bathed in aroma of mauve tune.
I've been enchanted I confess,
my naive desires take a leap
fusing lavender hopes to reap.
My visions you gently caress,
frozen whispers dancing in beams
bloom my drizzles in dulcet dreams.
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
hypnotic powers you possess,
shooting stars in aurora bless,
I've been enchanted I confess,
my visions you gently caress.
July 22, 2020
Constanza Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
8 syllables per line checked with howmanysyllables.com
Dancing on her toes....
Beneath the tall pines outside.
A little stage, a performance for
animals and birds!
Dancing, swirling, in love with the
scent of a pine starry night
Wishing, if only, she could leap high enough
To embrace God's glimmering moonlight!
The young allow their imagination to just soar!
The elderly bought the negative store!
Nod her! Her satin toe shoes twirling.
She thinks of sweet animals..
Her music, the song of the seas that keeps her
ever twirling and performing for her rapt family!
This intimate song of poetic, me...
Which keeps me star trolling.
4/11/2021
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A miracle defies the laws
designed by Him who nature caused.
So only One who can create
can cause His laws to deviate.
The God who spoke and it was done
is He who lived as God’s own Son.
Choosing to dwell in human form
The Divine and Human biform.
So, turning water into wine
was play for Him, who made the vine.
When he upon, the water walked,
the natural law, He simply blocked.
Multiplying five loaves of bread
with which He then, five thousand fed,
was just the common stock in trade
for Him who nature’s bounties made.
And when He made the blind to see
The lame to walk and leap with glee
He made the laws of nature yield
to Him who awesome power wield.
He, even from death, many raised
evoking from men, highest praise.
The works He did proved He was God
In human flesh but yet unflawed.
Above the world, where sunlight streams,
And cotton candy clouds, like dreams,
I dance with wisps of silver white,
A symphony of airy light.
No gravity to hold me down,
I twirl and leap, with joyous sound,
A ballet born of sunlit air,
Where whispers of the wind, I share.
The moon, a silver orb so bright,
Looks down upon my airy flight,
And stars, like diamonds, softly gleam,
As I perform this celestial dream.
With every turn, a new delight,
A whirlwind of pure, ethereal light,
I dance among the clouds so high,
A spirit free, beneath the sky.
And when the dawn begins to break,
I leave this dance, for earth's own sake,
But in my heart, the memory stays,
Of dancing in the clouds, for endless days.
Our ego’s impulse~
attract and repulse
both desire and fear,
deeming body dear.
The rot’s sunk in deep;
how’ll we take the leap?
Drop the bag of grief;
give soul some relief.
Vicious is each cut,
harsh words that rebut
love seeking love’s touch,
rebuffed by a punch.
Canvas contorted,
image distorted ~
so break the mirror,
let magnetism spur.
Heart’s void-centric stance,
continues to dance
in midst of each storm ~
embrace always warm.
Thus barbs thrown our way,
simply melt away,
burnt by the bliss flame,
for life’s but a game.
14-June-2022
Sitting here right next to you
There's one thing I want to do
Lean over and give a kiss
On your sweet and loving lips
Cuddling up nice and warm
We can weather any storm
Searching a lifetime and more
No more doubts-- I'm finally sure
I found the love meant to ve
A perfect match for you and me
You make me feel very light
So I can leap and take flight
Into a love so heavenly
That has taught me how to see
My eyes are now wide open
No more searchin', I am hopin'
For my hears wings to keep flyin'
Right through all the pain and lyin'
Right into your arms held open
To hold me and keep me floatin'
With a big angelic feeling
No more pain, I am now healing
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
A morning meadow - tall, red-yellow speckled,
now, humbled low by the wind.
Conifer sundials – mirrored shadows, slowly stretching, dancing, and then diminishing - along blurred edges of a lush, flowing sea.
Feathered, high flying eagles soar, circling small and wide, against a blue, white pillowed sky.
… a crow caws.
Nuzzled prairie dogs, with tethered tails, scamper for cover,
for danger spirals, just above.
Harvester ants marching in tiny zigzagged columns,
tunnel an ever deepened colony -
twisting around creviced rocks and roots.
Lightning fast gragonflies – thin tinsel winged airships,
darting, spinning, some kissing.
And white petite wild-flowers,
bobbing from honey bees, stand quivering.
Multi-colored butterflies flutter, undecided,
and brown-helmeted grasshoppers oddly peer -
like praying mantises, eager to leap.
Chirping sparrows, with cocked tails,
sand-bath in a warm, thirsty, summer sun.
And cat-tails, bursting, pierce through a sparsely wooded island.
A distant thunder-clap, and crawling, flat, anvil-headed clouds -
slide down majestic, snow-capped mountaintops,
marking the hour, like clockwork, this time of year.
Dusk comes, bathed in a warm, orange-amber hue,
waxing and waning with a melting sun.
A red fox stirs, finding at twilight’s gate, fresh promising scents, for her young.
And black masked raccoons steal away, through soft, cool moonlit grasses –
in a hushed, clown-like parade . . .
As I dwell in this sanctuary of place and spirit,
beneath an infinite, star-painted canopy.
I know with certainty - of mind, heart and soul,
that when God’s rainbow palette had hardened and dried -
All were - Forever One.
Time. Time, it has been proposed, is the fourth dimension.
And yet, for mortal man, time has no dimension at all.
We are like horses with blinders,
seeing only what lies before us.
Forever guessing the future and fabricating the past.
Roebling from the movie Kate and Leopold
PHOTO-BOUQUET
His charm a ne’er do well,
when heaped upon the table,
fraught with wine and game of shells—
this knight in cocky sable.
Twilight, he twinkled apropos,
but his midnight dalliance dwindles.
His forthright tongue strikes a blow.
A courtly romance, he couldn’t kindle.
Inkwell and feather pen, in figure eight
precision, portends an indefensible apology.
He begs an overture by moonlight, Kate.
The oaf’s acumen engenders sparks flawlessly.
The maid of honor, enraptured with royalty.
Roof terrace violins, lanterns, and lavish table set.
Fairytale of time, the ambiance carefree.
Intermingled lives— daydreamers tête-à-tête.
Leopold leaps— she’s not sure she is capable.
Neither rich nor old-fashioned— a modern day
business woman yet her fate is inescapable.
With success in pocket, Kate unfolds a photo-bouquet.
Impossibility of simpatico in parallel places and times.
What else would make this lucrative lady jump?
The present spinning paradigm of past and life times.
Her existential leap— an aspiring broad jump.
The photos show Kate and Leopold in his time
where she’s never been — behold, fate’s sublime.
10/20/2021