Long Lengthen Poems
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In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Forlorn and forsaken, for them he now barely exists
Alive but forgotten, his soul pines away, alone and lonely
They leap and laugh and love, leading their merry lives
Drained of joy he waits, longing for a glimmer, a spark
Alive but forgotten, his soul pines away, alone and lonely
Today is his birthday; might they send greetings his way
Drained of joy, he waits, longing for a glimmer, a spark
Will they pick up the phone, sing him a gay melody
Today is his birthday; might they send greetings his way
The afternoon shadows lengthen; the daylight grows dim
Will they pick up the phone, sing him a gay melody
Hope crawls into a corner and wipes a tear from its eye
The afternoon shadows lengthen, the daylight grows dim
They head off to a gala evening; fate seals his cruel decree
Hope crawls into a corner and wipes a tear from its eye
They drink, they eat, they are merry; all's well in their world
They head off to a gala evening; fate seals his cruel decree
They leap and laugh and love, leading their merry lives
They eat, they drink, they are merry; all's well in their world
Forlorn and forsaken; for them, he now barely exists...
I stand looking eastward, in the piccaninny dawn
I stand up straight, have a stretch, give out a hearty yawn
I am waiting for the sunrise, one of those times of day
When the beauty of this Place we live, comes with its own display
The horizon slowly brightens, as the Earth revolves
The sun appears to move around, as the dark dissolves
The rays start to stream vertical, the herald of the sun
Then the first part of the orb, a new day has begun
I watch enthralled as colours change, atmosphere in control
It is not long before the sun, is magnificently whole
The shadows they stretch out so far, hard to see the end
They blend into the distant shapes, Goosebumps they can send
As they are growing shorter, and daylight in command
Sunrise has gone for another day, Gods raucous, avian band
Plays all the different bird calls, is not sunrise grand?
All I can do is watch in wonder, was it really planned
As it makes its way across the sky, the Sun sees all the Earth
I think about the miracle, for what my thought is worth
The eons in the past gone by, no doubt the same to come
Just the passing of such time, it makes my brain quite numb
It moves toward its setting point, more beauty to behold
The colours they will vary, but with overwhelming gold
The reds they will be deeper, as the sun sinks in the west
Hard to say which one I think, sunrise or sunset best
As the orb sinks lower, shadows lengthen once again
But this time it's getting darker, daylight is on the wane
We'll have to wait till morning, once more to see it rise
Until dusk we can enjoy, the colour lows and highs
We touch the darkness
and the darkness touches us;
the day lights our way,
the night scatters us all.
Darkness invades our world -
our safety, our security, and our sanity;
the thoughts we have change,
the desires we feel change.
Darkness is the savage beast
enveloping everything in its path;
a new world opens itself to us...
shadows lengthen,
imaginations broaden,
fear increases.
Horizons lower as the night approaches,
what seems touchable is now
more distant in the darkness,
what seems logical
now fades in the dark;
the heart beats faster,
the steps are lighter,
the pace quickens.
Yet, darkness is but one of two -
its presence like its absence
cannot exist without the other,
without darkness... light will never be.
For "Fear" contest sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
Evening shadows lengthen
as the day says her goodbyes.
The sun is a brilliant, glowing orb
sinking in the western sky.
Fireflies flit and dance
in the rosy glow of twilight.
My day is closing as I savor the first sounds
of the symphony of the night.
A lone wolf cries in the sweet night air;
an owl sweeps past on silent wings.
The creatures of the night emerge,
quietly, from their hidden dens.
The hum of the cicada sings
through the surrounding hills and valleys.
Field mice scurry through the grass
to hide beneath the veranda.
It’s nights like these that stir my soul,
like a beautiful waking dream.
Only at night can you hear these songs
that drift on every breeze.
I‘ve never feared these mysterious sounds
that others try to flee;
they fill the empty hours
with their enchanted, haunting melodies.
No one should fear to venture out
in the hours after dark.
It’s nothing like the daytime
with its cacophony and noise.
To listen to these deep delights,
you need only close your eyes
while nature perfects a symphony
under moonlit, evening skies.
Oh, mighty ISIS.
Embers fanned that once burned bright,
Merge within the twilight sky.
Now turn to dust as all things must,
As another day passes by.
Shadows lengthen their ghostly form,
Feeding off the failing light.
For one by one to be consumed,
With the coming of the night.
Your face to touch without stretched pose,
Childlike to hold its light,
For beauty doth betwixt us so,
in your robe of pearl white.
Reprised once more the shadows rise,
Again, to walk this land.
they too seem captivated,
Your soldiers to command.
Your wonder still amazes so,
As you glide among the stars.
That pale and gentle softening light,
Bringing hope and love desires.
For whom all to see yet silent,
You sail the river of the night,
Oh, ISIS of the sleeping hours,
Please guide us with your light.
© N windle 2019
Pabulum Of Nature
Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight, and that thou laboring heart be thine whole of thee and that thy spread of thee stretch, beyond thine sight and into silence, excelling trees boundary whose hair of leaves lengthen in ample splendorous braids, thee hues whereto, exceeds neath a beautiful arched bridge that traipsed a virgin trail and that this, thine rainbow wanderer during its dark passage ere a clear vapourous rain ran the green flourish lea during its phantom floe whilst its flights of venturous winged birds that make a memory of this, albeit, tis naught a fathomless art and that thine Heavens didst expose a breathless wonder letting thy farm fields cast into all thine glory, a cornucopia of harvest.
2020 February 21
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Ten Words
~~Dear Heart
External Storms
Listen close, the winds whisper low,
A symphony of sorrow's ebb and glow.
Thunder rumbles, a beast awakening,
Heaven's own heartbeat, in warning speaking.
Pressure builds, unseen forces stir,
An invisible tempest, nature's curse.
Silhouettes dance on lightning's flash,
Echoes of laughter turn to ash.
As shadows lengthen and tempests rage outside,
Within these walls, another battle wages.
A heart laid bare, its defenses torn apart,
Yearns for embrace yet trembles at a new start.
Through sheets of rain and tears untold,
A silhouette emerges, a ghost story retold.
Familiar features, both blessing and banded,
Approach with caution, yet still drawn again.
Hope rises like the tide, threatening to engulf,
Dragging secrets from the depths, forcing confessions cruel.
Lightning flashes, illuminating scars,
Reflections of shattered lives, jagged edges sharp.
I should walk away, flee this maelstrom of doubt,
Yet I remain rooted, paralyzed by your pout.
One touch ignites a firestorm within,
Reason abandoned, surrendering to sin.
I fear the hounds - ever they chase;
I must keep my pace or risk their overtake.
I fear the hounds, their hurtling pursuit;
I must watch my path to avoid rock and root.
I fear the hounds - ever they follow;
My feet must not fail me if I’m to make it to the morrow.
I hear the hounds, frantic as they bay,
My life the spoils they scrabble to claim.
I hear the hounds, and I wish to just rest;
I’m so weary of fleeing and giving my best.
I hear the hounds, and the temptation is great;
I slow my pace, and my end I embrace.
I see the hounds, and my blood runs cold;
They snarl with triumph and sprint to take hold.
I see the hounds - love of pride, love of me,
The easy path, wide and sloping in gentle degrees.
I see the hounds, and myself I revile:
Am I truly that tired, or just lacking the will for self-denial?
I flee the hounds; I lengthen my stride -
I’ll give them no easy victory tonight.
I flee the hounds - oh, they howl in rage;
They were just within reach of snaring their prey.
I flee the hounds through the brambles I run,
With faith that I’ll rest with the return of the Son.
It is a time for congenial chants,
for keeping a reverent pace
with the hymnal steps of the heart.
The year lags behind us
setting slowly now
laden with all its bygone woes.
The days are become processional,
a folding of sacramental raiment’s
strained with the fabric
of isolation, hardship, and loss.
Rituals are more important
as the year declines,
as nights lengthen and settle
into rumor and whispered lore.
It is a time to honor
the sanctuary of flesh and faith,
to lift cupped hands as chalice’s
to sooth anxious eyes.
Hold you now high the votive lights of hope
cherish our child-like winter flowerings
warmed in the sanctum
of each quiet breath.