Long Lush Poems
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How did this year fly by so fast?
It seems like Spring was yesterday
when flowers bloomed in fine display.
The lovely Spring seemed not to last
as Summer came to make its stand
with longer days and fun times planned.
Before we knew the Summer passed,
as lush, green leaves gold-red became;
a brand new season made its claim.
Now Fall is here, bright colors cast
on lovely scenes of hills and trees;
it too is fading by degrees.
Soon it will lead to Winter's blast,
a time for snow and festive cheer;
and then goodbye to this old year.
How did this year fly by so fast?
The lovely Spring seemed not to last;
before we knew the Summer passed.
Now Fall is here, bright colors cast;
soon it will lead to Winter's blast.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Constanza
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 12/06/2017
I tell you this weather
Could almost turn skin to leather
For quite some time one thing we've missed
Is those lasses hashtagging #sunkissed
By the beach making toasts
While tearing up some roasts
Adding another one of #cheerstothegoodlife
While a broke brother fears for his good wife
And all that he cannot afford for her
The thoughts are ever near but the pockets are far
Oh this weather; this scorching sun
That kisses the daughter but bites the son
The birds claimed to be of a feather
Are no longer flocking together
Lush branches have become pricking twigs
Ruffling their feathers that they may need feather wigs
Dried up grass unyielding to weaving
That nests are not for living as they are for leaving
Though held high in the air by the leafless structure
They hope that in its dryness it won't fracture
That it will endure even with the droplets of the dew
To hold up though nothing could be savoured of the view
To not let the past be a bother
But to believe that by coming this far we can go further
And all these hard days faith has been the only assurance
And the good weather comes to reward endurance
We recall faith and endurance making for bad weather
So we preserve them both and debate on either
For we wouldn't be built and cured by only hearing
The fire must be for your testing and searing
And the only thing one would bitterly regret
Is if through it all you ever forget
So let prominent remembrance be at your service
A man redeemed from judging from the surface
A man inquisitive and discerning
A man content and not plunged into longing and yearning
K. Muitherero.
Vibrant hues of scarlet and gold
Lilac, sapphire, colors so bold
Whispering tunes of glorious hope
Breathless promises revealing how to cope
Rich varieties of laughing blooms
In their beautiful, magical costumes
Fragrances tempting, like lilac perfume
Sweet as tender roses, even the heirloom
Listening to the silence of a tender bud
There comes a trembling echo, a flood
Stilling the spirit with serenity, tranquility
Abiding on the heart of praise and humility
Breathing in the kisses of lush flowers
Embracing the music of rain showers
Blessings fall all around the lovely garden
Sprinkling the spirit with grace, a pardon
Dreaming of leaves, easy and flowing
With liquid laughter, beauty is growing
Graceful like the stems of a gladiola
Playing on the strings of the soul, a viola
Charming the heart, a murmur of calm
Touching the feelings like an awing psalm
Feeding hope and inspiring wildflower wishes
The Spirit knows God’s grace isn’t superficies
Oh what a day in the old,
The African sun rises, shining bold,
Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine,
Mother goes to the farm, to make it shine.
The children wake up as the birds chirp,
And chatter while they wear their school shirt,
With bare feet, they walk to school,
Under the shade of trees, they learn the rule.
Oh, what a day in the old,
When family was everything, and love was bold,
When hard work brought happiness and pride,
And life was simple, yet so full inside.
Food is cooked on an open fire,
The aroma fills the air with desire,
As the day gives room to the night,
Only the fires and bush lamps show light.
Children would play in the moonlight,
With no worries or fears in sight,
Running and chasing, with joy in their hearts,
Creating memories that would never depart.
Oh what a day in the old,
Simple and pure, with hearts made of gold,
The family, with love all around,
Where messages were passed via smoke and sounds.
The village was peaceful and serene,
With its lush green fields and streams,
And the people lived in harmony,
With nature, and their community.
The women would gather, to cook and clean,
And share their stories, with love so keen,
They'd laugh and sing, and dance around,
And create a bond, that would forever abound.
Men would come back from their work,
With tired bodies, and spirits that lurk,
They'd sit and rest, and share their day,
And be grateful for the life, that came their way.
Oh, what a day in the old,
When the village was alive, and stories were told,
When people knew their place, in the world so grand,
And lived in harmony, with nature's hand.
The night would come, with stars so bright,
And the family would gather, with love so tight,
They'd share their dreams, and hopes so high,
And thank the heavens, for the day gone by
The day ends with lessons learned,
From the elders, they were earnt,
With gratitude in their hearts so pure,
They rest their heads, happy and sure.
Oh what a day in the old,
Families bonding, and love that was told,
Days so different from those of today,
Filled with nostalgia, wishing they could stay.
But times have changed, and progress made,
Though memories still vividly stayed,
Of a simple life, with joys untold,
Oh what a day in the old.
France went into the first world war
because it had no choice
the allies won the war
with a population of thirty-eight million
Eight and a half million were mobilized
five point three million were killed
4 million hectares of land devastated
6 hundred thousand buildings destroyed
20 thousand factories destroyed
nobody wins from the wars
Iran and Iraq keep fighting
Palestine keeps fighting, your buildings
Now down around your knee's
your children die your people flee
you let anger rule your lives
nobody wins from the wars
you fight to promote your God
But with his power, he can do anything
he doesn't need your help
he does not want his children dead
Nobody wins from the wars
thousands of missiles fired
thousands of people bleed
thousands of insults taken
nobody wins from the wars
you build your missile silo's
more nuclear bombs do we make
until someone makes them fire
nobody wins from the wars
the planet then empty and broken
you destroy what your God created
nobody wins from the wars
but if we join united
with money invest in new jobs
your smiling children's faces
can win forevermore
In peace, we can work united
to build the crops that we need,
bring water out to the desert
build lush fertile ground that is green
Invest in desalination
bring water from pipes to the land
build jobs for a world united
with arms that love people we see
With time we could fertilize deserts
build lush growing crops and new trees
we can build together new cities
where children have lives and can read
At Pointe Percee
a dragon's lair sits
a guardian of Haute-Savoie
Lush meadows painted an emerald green
in spring, and in the autumn
cattle lie satiated in abundant pastures
A knight of the kingdom
entrusted with powerful effect of the very soul
shut in behind its high walls
Smiles spread across the populace faces
their hearts filled with such treasure
at the sight of a winged silhouette
spread across the sky
Scales shimmering silver blues
as the dragon blocked out the sky
flying passed the full moon
and on its back sat
the knight of the kingdom
of Haute-Savoie
4/23/2017
Not For Contest!!!!!!
Any time,I have time to drink the beer
When don't go anywhere
If I lives like an engineer,that is pleasant
But like a poet,hears back my heart beat
Present Art: " Swallow Myself"
Settle with women,just part of happiness
Always opened the windows,I'm to instead of
green and lush
"You will find although you can't find"
Accept and Satisfy may be different
Jump closed your eyes,jump opened your eyes
Someome for you,if that would be your hope,
it is not sure
When needed to separate myself from my dreams,
I will walk like the rat
And needed for food,fly like eagle
Then needed to ,use my brain
I watches without disturbance movie of "POEM"
Thwelt Di Nwe
I dreamt of tender blossoms blooming in the sky,
Of lush green foliage hanging up high,
I walked on cottony clouds and sat on the blue,
And watched the sun come up right next to you,
I dreamt of sweet angels sauntering down with me,
We strolled midst the stars right up to the sea,
I saw them sprinkle stardust on the tender buds,
And wondered at their glow like diamond studs,
I dreamt of tender blossoms blooming in the sky,
And saw beautiful birds passing me by,
The four legged animals were walking upside down,
That's when I got up with nary a frown.
12.10.12.10 syllables
03/28/19
SHE shines with joy, like one in love
with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the Grecian gods above
perceive her from the underbrush,
she takes wing like a fearsome dove
with the shrill of a mighty thrush.
With yellow locks, and fairest hair,
and limpid, liquid eyes true blue,
none are like her or can compare
to her likeness of pearly hue,
which gives light to the brave who dare
beseech her for her grace anew.
And foreordained as goddess Muse,
and well-revered as though a saint,
whom none can spurn nor can refuse
or with vile words corrupt or taint,
let therefore all beings freely choose
to worship her without constraint.
The old tin shed, and all that’s inside,
Sits alone, on the farm that is old,
With bottles and ropes and millions of spiders,
Together in dust, rust and cold,
And the windows of wood, the floor that is growing,
And the roof that’s sort of not there,
Sit in front of the lush path that was tirelessly walked,
By the people who used to care,
About living in the world of make it yourself,
In a place of “make it your own”,
Where life was about building your world,
Out of wood and nails and stone.
Today this old shed, stands withering and broke,
This old shed, it lets out a sigh,
And every season that happily visits this shed,
Helps this shed slowly die.