Long Light show Poems
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I want to write something grand
I want to catch some fireflies
Without applauses or a band
Cage words in a jar for eyes
Consonants make a light show
String them with floating vowels
Words imprison djins, you know
Don't you dare throw in the towel
Every day fireflies search for me
Even in November when it's cold
They like words want me to see
I can't without wine and be bold
Are fireflies for a show and tell?
Woolfs without a howling pack
Damned insects are caught pell mell
Glowing words buzz in my sack
To feel crows captured by Gogh
I want God to say well done
Anything but Him saying, So?
Chasing fireflies should be fun
I coax myself onto the stage
The greats did it, why can't I?
Without claps, they fill the page
They lift a glass for fireflies to lie
Vowels in a jar should be grand
But, I've lost how to be a child
Delighted only by God's band
I suffocate fireflies ever wild
A bizarre light show streaked across the sky.
The blinding lightning seemed to explode and electrify.
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Vivid flashes of color to the clouds and everything under.
Striking blasts of illumination floodlit the night.
In total awe we eagerly witnessed this amazing sight.
Breaking the silence, more crashes of thunder came booming down.
Deafening the unsuspecting residence of our Sydney town.
A mind boggling spectacle was being played out.
Unable to hear ourselves think, we couldn't even shout.
A memorable night, never happened before, maybe never again.
Now along with the thunder, comes torrents of rain.
I wander where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why
pleasant woods and beautiful lakes desert me
leaving just trees and water
I wander where the orange sunset
painted the purple sky
and wonder why
The awe at the light show leaves my heart
I become colorblind to nature's art.
I go inside to where the parlor
was full of happy crowds
and wonder why
The chill of loneliness comes over me
in this silent room I can't wait to flee.
I wander where I held your hand
We thought the future was so grand
and I wonder why
So little went as we had planned
the road went to a savage land.
I wander where values
were accepted, and known
and wonder why
Stone became water, and water stone
If they see a good man, they can't leave him alone
I sat all afternoon
by an exuberant stream of rushing flow
And I wondered why
I lost the fun; I lost the glow—
like laughter fading after the show.
Maybe you need to feel the loss to grow.
1442 Contest 2-1-26 Aubergine is a deep purple color.
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In a midnight jubilee of snows
When Aurora's magic flows
In her empty realm of white
Her colors leap in ebbs and flows.
Her magic splashes through the nights
She decorates with neon delights
A chartreuse rush - a ruby storm
Gossamer flashes soar the heights.
Electric flares born from solar storms
Gather in her slender forms
With corals, reds and shapes of greens
Her artic light show, new art forms.
Through this portal - dark astral scenes -
Her kaleidoscope flies and then careens
In waves of handsprings through glacial skies
And love notes written in aubergines.
The thunder rolled across the sky
Sounding like an orchestra's rythym section of drums
Beating, rolling to a crescendo
Upon the dark fluffy, floating menacing clouds
As if rumbled you felt the earth shake
One loud crack and the the symphony ended
Only to regain composure and start again
Sheets of lightning danced across the sky
Once in a while a bolt of lightning would strike
The light show was spectacular
It was nature's own fire works
It felt like the opening of a new show
The rains poured from the heaven
And the heaven opened every tear duct
It drenched everything in sight
I stood in awe of mother nature's grand show.
When the flowers open petals in the spring time,
flittering fleet of butterflies makes luring lattice,
the blind doesn’t see the tapestry of heavenly beauty,
but dances with unsighted boundless joy
to the whispering rhythm of the fragrant air.
When people spin in a pattern on the dance floor,
lively with the psychedelic light show,
watch the steps measure the pace of salsa,
in the undefined space of the blind dancer
the invisible floor throbs beneath the intuitive feet,
feeling the concerto of illumined cadence,
as the rhythmic moves pulsate unseen
with each movement of grace made in darkness.
The blind dancer moves instinctively
maneuvered by the strings of sound like a puppet,
living the vibrato of the music with rhythmic reflex.
Following no shadows, watching no applauding crowd
for the sightless hearing transforms the visual prompts
into dance gestures, the real rendition
of the articulate feelings
flowing elegantly in the empty dark space.
We are an ocean away from being as one
I see the sunset today and I’m having fun
I feel the silence ripple the waters of noise
Your saturated silhouette shines oh so poise
Then, I stare vacantly at the mirror glass…at the mirror glass…
Hold your breath in the flames and wander toward the grass
Remember me as I recall reflecting on the shadows of the unknown
You are far away, yet so close in embraced elegance on the phone
I am in agony and I need help right now, so speak to me, God Most High
I am apparently lost and never found somehow, so deliver me or I'll be nigh
Find me in the weeds in which I found myself in…entangled in lies below
Find me in the waves of utter oblivion once again…let some light show
I am bleeding out lovely remorse
Things are getting out of course
But, your peace makes me feel airborne in ascension's ambition
Speechless to say the least; however, I am forever in His vision
Erase the past of hatred and dread altogether
Let me float and whirl in the wind like a feather
Drowning in the depths of the sea of ecstasy
Fear not, for love will guide us oh so graciously
I am stuck in place, never once free in precious space
I am still trying to find my place in His glorious grace
Give me a reason to believe in myself again…please do
Give me a reason to reflect back at the mirror glass too
Rambunctious
Rambunctious rainstorms
Laugh – dance with rock and roll sun ~
Promise of rainbows.
Sunrise bursting out
In bright shafts – hues of orange ~
Bright eyed wake up call.
Brilliant yellow rays
Run across the morning sky ~
Golden amethyst.
Peaceful blue - serene -
Sapphire skies deep as oceans ~
Wadding in their depths.
Lush fields of green nap
Refreshed by rains after noon ~
Emeralds flashing.
Sunset fire burning
Fiery plumes of red and rose ~
A neon light show.
Paper thin moonlight
Fragile - delicate embrace ~
Luminescent pearl.
Deep purple shadows
Softly whisper through midnight ~
Lullaby – Good Night.
It’s called ENCHANT…the world’s largest holiday light event experience…with a 100 foot tall Christmas tree…Since it was in St. Pete we decided this is one light show we have to see.
As we entered we were greeted by a truly wondrous sight…
immediately surrounded by music and completely immersed in lights.
Santa, his reindeer, and Mrs. Claus were there to add to the joy we were feeling…
A constantly changing rainbow of lights was everywhere we looked…there were even blue whales hanging from the ceiling.
But what made this evening special to us…enhancing its already wondrous charm…
was when he happened upon a young mother and father with their newborn in their arms.
Their smiles were enough to illuminate the stadium…they didn’t need 4 million lights.
Their baby, only one month old, was swaddled in an outfit of red and white.
I was born and raised in the Catholic religion…in Ohio…close to the Bible Belt…
so my first thought was to wonder if they were feeling what Joseph and Mary felt.
We paused a while to talk with them…then calling on the vast experiences we’ve amassed…Deborah advised them to enjoy every moment with their son…because he will grow up so fast.
As the two of us silently left the light show…together…hand in hand…
I smiled knowing the wisdom she shared with that young couple…they will one day understand.
There will come a day the two of them…like the two of us…with children now fully grown…
will, perhaps, be attending the largest holiday light experience…together…on their own.
It is a fine line we walk as parents…wanting our children to develop…praying they will grow…but every now and then wishing time would stop…or at least…for a moment…slow.
Which reminds me of when an old couple was asked…
What’s the happiest part of raising a family…this was their reply…
The happiest part of raising a family is watching them grow up and change as time goes by….
And when asked what’s the saddest part of raising a family…
They smiled and just as quickly exclaimed…
The saddest part of raising a family…
Why our answer is the same.
One night I walked with my girl upon a trail.
Some night in Autumn we dared.
Spirit of Halloween with us.
We caught glimpses of spirits so weak and so frail.
Right and wrong battle for control.
Small cabins with light show human life.
Thorn plants grab and cut like a knife.
The trees whisper; they do not want us here.
Animals scurry. Their eyes say it all.
Humans traverse not in these woods.
Rustling leaves and a cool breeze guide.
The heavenly bodies stand watch this Fall.
Firmly respect this haunted oasis.
Each year it will bless us the same.
And it asks for no ounce of fame.
All of Autumn meets here in different ways.
Our heads hurt, we longed for a pillow.
Laid we down to sleep in Fall's bliss.
We decided to spend the night.
So we took shelter under a willow.