Long Lone Poems
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The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
(A lone voice whispers)
What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives
Want some new readers?
Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised
Before in The Great In-Between
I was baptised to be non institutionalised
So here's my advice
Try to write immersive experiences
For some long-lost legends whisper
That every spirit seeks to walk in newer realms on their way to redemption
So take your readers by the hand and like a leader
Take them on soul tempting journeys into the unknown and mysterious
Hold them mesmerised
Spellbound through words like ringing church bells
To keep them reading slowly like the birth of a caterpillar
And when that red key eventually turns in their minds
To open a blue portal and enter them into a strange interdimensional place
Through the two great ancient white pillars
Of
Ashtara and Shoka
To where smoke and fire
Day and night burns
A spiritual place
I call The Great In-Between
A mythical experience for the curious mind
Begins
A fog filled place where pain sorrow and sin
All things seen or unseen
Like love and happiness exists
A wild place where darkness
Shadows selves
Corwatturea creatures
Spirits
Angels and beauty
Coexists
In absolute tranquility and harmony
And you my friend
In that subliminal moment, that red key turns
A new reader of yours is reborn
One who seeks their Drover
As their need and curiosity takes over
To move them through higher high roads and lower byroads
Unexplored old church lanes
Of joy and pain
To walk them through the fire and snow storms
To find a new mother load
Via this underground railroad
Unspoken poetic stories to take them under like chloroform
For their souls
After stepping into
The GREAT IN-BETWEEN
Will have been truly transformed and renamed
For now, they'll walk like new aged gods and goddesses
Baptised in that smoke
Fire and rain
To stand up strong like their newfound Drover
And walk forward forever
Trying to stay pure and unashamed
As their need for more
Takes over
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A delicate pink touches solemn gray
Looks silver as a winter's day
Only the warm moist air separates
As the sun slowly shows his face
All is quiet in this laid back neighborhood
Solitude and respect is understood
A lone raven lands on the roof next door
They're no different here at the shore
A lone small shrimp boat in line with my view
How odd it looks like a floating tee pee too
Where river meets the ocean wide
Going out to fish with the waning tide
Whispy angel wing clouds to the south
Illuminated by the sun's clought
Slowly the day begins to heat up~change
Soon 'twill be in a miserable range
Written Wednesday June 05, 2013
At Tybee Island
The words of a lone man
The ramblings on a bench under a tree
The ducks and the geese looked on
Fed with his scraps, with all he could give
Murmuring thoughts
Murmuring truths
Murmuring reasons
Murmurings lose
Under the facade of a poor man
A man living on the streets
I saw the eyes of a cold man
I saw scars on his cheeks
I asked him if I could sit beside him
here in the park on his bench.
He acknowledged my presence and
let me feel I had caused no offence.
He showed the ducks his empty
hands and they all looked at him so
quietly.
He said to them he had no more
food or money.
I asked him his name
He asked: why ask that of me?
Silence for some seconds then he
said this to me:
I have no name, my name has
forsaken me.
Under the whiskers and drawn
face I see a much younger man.
I asked if I could help him with
notes of money in my hand.
He said he need not my money
because he could live off the land.
A young veteran sat before me,
someone who had fought for
this land.
He said his family couldn’t cope
with his injuries - his mental scars!
That they feared living with him
in their world, someone who had
killed in their house!
So he pleaded to me to forget him,
to pretend that we’d never met!
As I watched him limp away I
had never felt such despair
and regret.
I found two ways within the mist,
One well-known, the other missed.
One was straight and full of cheer,
The other twisted, lone, unclear.
I chose the path where others tread,
No fears to face, no doubts to dread.
But as I walked, the noise grew loud,
A restless heart within me vowed.
The silent path still called my name,
A whisper soft, yet just the same.
"What if you'd listened? What if you'd tried?"
Not just with eyes, but deep inside.
The road I chose feels incomplete,
A dream half-lived, a fate not sweet.
But breath and heart still light my way,
Perhaps that path still calls me today.
The Poetry Of Friends
The Music Of Love
The Beginning Of The End
Death From Above
The Unwritten Word
Wuthering Heights
All Truth Now Unheard
A Thief In The Night
Advise And Consent
A Darkening Sun
An Anthology Of Perception
All Truth On The Run
A Book Never Lent
A Farewell To Arms
With Time Better Spent
Entranced By Your Charm
The Wind In The Willows
The Catcher In The Rye
Death Calls You Silent
The Long Goodbye
The Flight Out Of Nowhere
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
That Someone To Care
Islands In The Stream
The Reasons Left Unsettled
To Loan Sacred Ground
Hansel And Gretel
Once Lost And Then Found
One Unto Many
Many Unto One
Befriending Your Enemy
A Raisin In The Sun
The Russians Are Coming
What Is To Be Done
The Fire Now Burning
Fathers And Sons
All Freedom Aborting
Last Link In The Chain
The Message Retorting
A Universe Shamed
That Moment To Enslave
Destiny’s Child
Lonely Are The Brave
The Call Of The Wild
With Hope Now Asunder
Lone Wolf At The Door
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter
Our Final Encore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Death of a Dragon
Within these castle walls way on high,
is one lone dragon with a tear in his eye.
As he sadly remembers the days gone by,
the splendor of the nights he used to fly.
His wings now mottled, tattered and torn,
once captured the wind on which he would soar.
The suns light once reflected on his golden scales,
now the moons light only cast them an eerie pale.
His once fiery breath is all but ceased,
he is hoping death soon will grant him release.
The battle cries he so proudly roared,
are gone now to be heard nevermore.
What used to be such a proud and magical beast,
will soon be naught but a carrion feast.
Who left this dragon alone here to die?
You did my friend, by their existence you deny..
for Dragon...
by snogard... 4/00
Form:
Dreams bloomed in the desiccated dunes
as golden sun masked the mirage he chased
to take the parched life to the lavish oasis,
ended up in the gambling dens of illusion,
lost the dreams building the palace of cards
that collapsed on the desert dust of destiny.
A rootless vagabond adrift from the wasteland
turns into a lone player of the puppet show,
performing to the dictum of stringed freedom,
he now enjoys the game of the solitary life,
perfected by patience his passion has taught
to dance to the symphony of the sated soul.
September 3, 2019
Contest : Strand Choice E, Any Form, Any Theme.
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I staked out strategically vital areas of the ground
Rain and clouds are rising in the sky
Inhaling the petrichor refreshed me
On the innermost side, I'm confused
What I feel is deeply rooted in my persona.
The dying are showered with affection
With wide arms to meet the afflicted
Sentient souls are left to fend for themselves
A pledge of peace is an act of love
Let's rely on one another
What happens if we cease hoping?
I adopt a break to savor the lone wildflower
Realizing there is an array of flowers
That won't acquire any focus or scrutiny
To expand higher, toward the sun
The sky is clear and overcast
Emitting a faint glow
Despite this, we stick with one another
Volunteers sprout from roots
For the sake of saving us all
Should we stay alive to save our true nature?
An inner voice urges us onward
Avoid wasting strength on rage
And won't benefit from the conflicts
Our forefathers were quite busy
However, their guidance could be valuable
We can also learn from them
Let's build up our strength
And show mercy
Toward those who have strayed
This is an intense expression of love.
Spring arrival has been duly stated
We shall recover our mobility
While holding hands and floating along.
Written: May 08, 2023
Freedom is confined in a lone house with sunken cobbles.
The home is filled with synthetic ornaments and electric bubbles.
I'd live in the secret waters and explore life thenceforth
Rather than reeling in circles; I’m going back and forth.
The tail is the love of his eyes; he made my orange-fin as decoration
But never he heard the old merman’s tale and took it as his inspiration.
Tomorrow is just nothing; I’m not looking forward to
Except for the food he’ll give me that I could chew.
In search of my purpose, I breathe underwater and found emptiness.
As pure as waters around, there is no happiness.
Lei Strauss 2021