Long Lights Poems
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Merry Christmas time is in sight,
embraced by the frosty ambiance,
the sun-starved days fade away
in the cauldron of the freezing nights.
The wait is over,
carol tunes in polar winds fly,
for Christmas in the air.
I’ll watch the snow-flakes dance,
sing with time passing by
when delight shapes memory in a trance.
My
mind floats
feather light
like butterfly,
collects the colors, the scents of flowers,
fills the cornucopia to the brim
I offer Him
with my soul
full of
Joy.
The lights will drive the darkness away,
the stars will descend when we’ll pray.
From my cornucopia I’ll spill happy time,
make your hearts beat with festive rhyme.
Form:
I must say I am the happiest girl on the earth
because I have a guy loving me for what I’m worth.
Through my best girlfriend, he made his presence known to me.
Now I have him for my own. Soon, we will both marry.
Now it is December, and Christmas Day will arrive.
This man I know and love makes me feel glad I’m alive!
Somehow, all those lights seem to shine with greater brilliance.
He made me come back from my troubles with resilience.
He’s just like that star at the top of my Christmas tree.
Never in my life have I ever been so happy!
This holiday would bring me a much greater surprise.
Here's Regina’s engagement ring about two-carat size.
This indicates Joe and Regina will soon marry.
She displays it proudly for both Mike and I to see.
With an embrace, I convey my congratulations.
Mike and my mother display genuine elations.
“Joe and I set the date for August,” Regina said.
“That is only three months after you and Mike are wed.
Mike, your cousin Joe is someone I truly adore.
He is the man I’m wanting with me for ever more!”
This Christmas, everything seems so much sweeter to me.
However, I can’t wait for May when I will marry!
Today, I feel a great strength!
It is the same strength, that every two feel,
(when, at last, they are brought together, again)
Who were forged together
In the Great Central Sun of Being.
Two unalloyed opposites drawn
In fiery gledes
From the same metal,
Pure at its beginning…
One… become Two.
“In the Beginning, God created Man in his own Image,
Male and Female created he them…”
Today, I feel a great strength,
And I celebrate our coming together,
Like two irresistible magnets
This is a Destiny
Of every two,
For We Are Not Alone…
“It is not good that the Man should be Alone. I will make him an helpmeet…”
Out of One Metal,
The Great Smith poured Two Halves
Into separate molds,
Again, and again, and again, and again…
Until every Individuation of Himself was a Pair,
Perfect and Shining and Each, Glowing with an Opposite Heat
To the other.
No Pair the Same as any other Pair,
Trillions of Twos,
Ultimately Unseperable,
“What God has joined together, let no man set asunder…”
Today, the Best Day of the Year,
Is Our Easter and Our Christmas,
And I celebrate our coming together again,
A Two become One,
In One Great Union of Lights,
A Marriage of Twin Opposites, Male and Female, I and You,
For we cannot be separated!
It makes no matter that you have flown Beyond,
Beyond the veil of the lowly flesh,
And I remain below,
One on this side of the River,
And One on That side,
One in the murk,
And One in the Light,
For I am Your Magnet in the Earth, my Love!
And You are My Magnet in the Sky,
And we are eternally joined by the Light of the Heart
Of the Great Central Sun
Today, I celebrate our coming together,
For we can never
Be Undone!
Two become One!
It’s the Best Day of the Year!
4/13/2019
Just being healthy, happy, grateful and alive...
makes me want to let it out with pride:
it's a joyful scream deafening my ear:
welcoming, without restraint, the New Year!
Which merry song do you have in mind?
Come nearer and hum it with hope inside...
forgetting the troubles, hardships and lost dreams of old,
delight in the gleeful feeling....even braving the bitter cold!
It's five minutes to midnight as the festive crowds swing
under the huge ball of thousand lights that keeps shining...
overwhelming the spectators that deeply sigh,
somewhat a little nostalgic to leave all behind!
Let's finally pop the champagne' loud cork
under snowflakes and dazzling delights
of glittering decorations and delirious smiles,
but where's found another city like New York?
Abstracts of a July Morning
David J Walker
I
I dreamed about a man selling
The scent of breakfast
He said I could pick the delivery
Date and time
And if I dared to imagine
Imagine an image of my father
That could replace the cook
And the rest of the fantasy (and breakfast)
Would be mine
II
The traffic lights glow reveals
the flow of lost travelers turning
from green to yellow then red
who thought they knew the way
and now no matter what they said
they are moving
among the absent and dead at the
cost of a mornings dissolution
III
What was your birthstone
who revealed your celebrations
do you remember the names
of the strangers who stopped you
from falling and bathed you in
the fountains of the Holy Water
from a garden hose
IV
July is duplicitous and part of a
Conspiracy to mute the coolness
Of summer mornings
There will be no
Weather warnings as
The day lingers into
Another warm summer evening
First Things First
Keep your words close
— but your feelings closer
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
From Afar ...
Absence severs
as well as death
With haunted longing
— and deep regret
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Beyond Sound
A canon fire’s
a man is deafened
Trapped in memory
— the music plays
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Until Light
Everywhere
there’s shadows
the trick
is to outrun them
They’re sure to place
their dark embrace
till light receives
— its summons
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Cowboy Up
Atop the bull
eight-seconds loom
The crowd and lights
go silent
The chute is opened
his eyes enraged
all life
— within this moment
(PBR Finals: Las Vegas: October, 2025)
The Sweetest Light
Make no contract
with time
It heeds
no ethic
Born in chains
to die
its shackled lock
defies
The truth alone
wears well
when stating its
dependence
Life looking
poorest
when it teases from
the richest state
The blamer finds
the greatest fault
with paradise
approaching
Life near the bone
the sweetest light
that hides
— within the dark
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The Reset
To learn
is not to know
To listen
not to hear
To look
is not to see
To touch
is not to feel
To wish
is not to hope
To hunger
not to yearn
To speak
is not to say
To like
— is not to love
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
My Legacy
The child
of my
captivity
The heir
to my
dissent
A legacy
of stone
and bars
That will’s
my life’s
— portent
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
One Day Soon
Each day without
disaster
a blessing on
the shelf
The fated winds
now still and calm
with gentle breezes
felt
But one day soon
it reckons
to prey upon
your soul
As fortune turns
against the tide
to tally
— nature’s toll
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The Glory
The shadow of truth
is vast
The glimmer of hope
sublime
The future of life
is death
The glory of fate
— divine
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Resisting The Repression
Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister
Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger
Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger
Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter
Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger
Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons
Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on
Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on
Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from
Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO
Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go”
Unification of a people who they never wanted to know
Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show
Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation
Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations
Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation
Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation
Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look
Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book
Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook
Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook
Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment
Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component
Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant
Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement
Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing
Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing
Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing
Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Lover's Quarrel Over The Minute Things
in the ours of are day
we fought the minute things
like a stampeding bull she sees red
when i left the toilet seat up
especially
couples fight all the time
mind you
we fought over a toilet seat
can you imagine that
who cares, it's no big deal
I forget, I tell her
she would return my look
with bull's eyes
fire in her eyes
divorce, maybe?
the times i did forget
she had to emphasize the point
by slamming the seat down
rattling the apartment
sending chills down my back
sending me a message
i would console her
put a arm around her
and apologize
babe, look at it
i'm groggy sometimes
and forget
and then before the next word
came out ...
she would blink her eyes and kick me
yes, yes
i have scars to prove it
in my mind
this went on forever
forever i tell you
it never grew old
it grew branches of sadness
that overshadowed our lives
she was right
why wouldn't she be
i regress, now, sadly alone
the ours of are days the minute things ...
me and my wife squaring off
in the bull ring of life
until the lights went out
then it hurt ...
then it hurt really hard ...
sucking the breath out of me ...
...as to why i forgot
connie pachecho
3/13/17
Moonstruck
Many moons and seasons ago my five children
inquired where I was heading to on my journey
I replied ‘to the moon’ and to how to get there
‘with a ladder’ to astonished faithful suspense
Turned downsize up and ascending again and
once more over and above I should get there
so I took them along flights of innocent fancy and
smiled when they suggested a ladder from heaven
Then darkness descended in lunar concealment
little did I know do I know now for certain how
the fairy tell princess came to savour the pathway
Time place and place-time ventured departed
into vortexes of void switched on in the clouds
Somehow and only the Universe holds answers
my soulmate and lover emerged into the rays
‘I would fetch you the moon on a spoon if I could’
and she ladled lunar surprise to my orb of the night
Soul minds physical spirits union beginnings sprung
into the fore pushing and pulling mounting the stage
Spoons fetched celebrations of life passion wilderness
oceans overflowed wetlands of love and a lighthouse’s
coloured glass windows went embracing the rungs
Since those moons struck together just the sky was the
limit still plenty of riptides spring floods torrents abound
and whirlpools droughts desertification flickering lights
breathing shadows unfolding distant horizons untold but
The pushing and pulling oases spinning spoons
mooning spoons spooned mooned up together
lick orbital salts crack creviced valleys of life while
the moon struck home onto love and compassion
Many moons and seasons ago my children knew
of my journey much better than I and raised in
their question the meaning of life at the crossroad
and it does not matter how they knew that ladders can fly
17th July 2016
Written many moons again by the Universe and still writing all over, above and beyond...
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
I fondly recall the innocent days of my childhood,
playing hide and seek among the backyard boxwood,
and life as I knew it then was sweet and good.
Country life was always fun.
I treasured Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark,
family gatherings each summer in Audubon Park.
In my younger years I was as carefree as a lark,
enjoying days in the sun.
With my little sister beside me we made mud pies
and didn't see anything wrong with little white lies
or that dancing like ballerinas in the rain wasn't wise
until our pirouettes were done.
I enjoyed having an allowance that I could spend
and sharing whispered secrets with my best friend,
wishing our playing time outside would never end.
How I loved to run!
In sweet memories I recall swimming in the lake,
helping Mom in the kitchen when she would bake,
and eating more icing than I had put on the cake.
Having fights with a water gun.
How wonderful were my days spent as a child,
Dad called me a tomboy because I was a bit wild.
I was happy and content with life, always beguiled
with everything I'd done.
My braided pigtails were yanked by a silly boy in school.
He giggled like an idiot thinking he was so cool,
til I fought back with a fist and called him a 'stupid fool.'
That battle I had won.
If memory serves me well, I remember not liking boys.
Always wanting their way and making too much noise.
I preferred playing house with many of my stuffed toys.
Boys were creatures to shun.
I was very competitive and wanted to win every race,
and didn't care much in those days about ladylike grace.
I recall being angry with myself for falling flat on my face
and not talking to anyone.
I've photos of me since I was born and it's plain to see
that my childhood was a very delightful time for me.
With a loving family like mine, I grew up quite esprit.
I love them all, a ton!
October 8, 2022 - A Constance La France Contest
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms Poetry