Long Lusters Poems
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Tonight, we can go out to that restaurant,
You've been telling me about all week;
When I get off duty, I'll give what you want,
Without you again having to even speak.
We can go to the movies and the park,
Because tonight, baby, it is all about you;
I will get the babysitter for the kids afterdark,
Wait for me to get off is all you have to do.
Tonight, baby, it is only for you and I,
Wear that new dress I laid on the bed;
Tonight will be one to appreciate my wife,
All night giving you quality time instead.
No need to drive, I will take you around town,
Be the man you fell in love a while ago;
As stars shine, your beauty lusters citybound
And the moon peaks over the ocean to glow.
Let's sit on the sand with a blanket ashore,
All night gazing at one another and ocean;
I can give you my jacket and hold you more,
Falling asleep together with the same emotion.
Tonight, baby, it is only for you and I,
Wear that new dress I laid on the bed;
Tonight will be one to appreciate my wife,
All night giving you quality time instead.
I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills.
In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats.
As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons,
I put my hope in the last morning star which lusters
upon waves with sapphire iridescence shades of eternity,
flowing upon seashell shores stroking your sacred footprints.
Ever since your opulent hypnotic essence
stole the innocence of my lucent purity,
you've left me drunk on the wine of passion.
I'm stumbling like a drunkard in the dappled depth of desire,
with my provocative facade forming into a bodacious flame,
searching for my poetic pearl lost in a sea of mauve enchantment.
Wailing winds have discoloured my eyes with stained illusions,
in their darkness, I yearn for your sunlit glimmer to reappear.
I've been kissing the emptiness of porcelain moonlight,
since you left behind the taste of your fragrant lullaby.
Wondering if my kiss illuminated the ebony entities,
veiled inside your mystique of midnight eyes.
Visions of your majestic scarlet seraphim lips,
poised in sultry pulsation, forever flutter,
floating like blended opal and onyx butterflies.
Their tender beauteous softness merging
like ambrosia echoes of a cocoon, composing
the sweetness of saccharine symphonies,
caressing my soul like a magnolia breeze.
Oh my beloved ethereal lover,
will I be forever dreaming of your paradisiacal grace,
seeking your celestial scent from dusk till dawn?
Won't you gift me one shimmery glimpse
of your rialto rosette silhouette.
Forever wrap me in the sanctuary of your satin wings,
like the warm merino shawl of love's allure.
Why leave me in this state of silent saudade,
where I hunger for the silken hymn of your tongue.
Why bless me with such treasures,
only to deprive me?
The Silent One
27 December 2022
A picturesque scene from my window this afternoon.
Banishing all greying clouds, the sky is pastel blue.
Radiating the sun's rays, rain was not seen for days.
Astonishing vibrant rainbow of flowers are strewn.
Clusters of marigolds, daffodils and lilies grow.
A glorious image appears in the far lagoon.
Delicate swans are gliding in the sparkling waters.
Adorable signets will be completely grown soon.
Bewitching aromas from where the white jasmine grew.
Rain was not seen for days, radiating the sun's rays.
Alluring sunset drenches all crimson, by the moon.
Will you come and share this room with me
And keep my company, will you come and listen
To the village sound and the mongrel dogs
invoking fears at midnight in their winter gown
Will you come and listen to the birds sing and
Listen to my heart moving to a silent rhythm
Stand in front of me and look directly in the sea
Watch the waves as they climb the banks and fill
Your heart with a musical song from the depth of the sea,
I can see the sea gulls pining after thee and
Feeding upon the memory of long ago
When you just began the evening show
You did not know which way to go
But the early morning lusters breathe courage
In your soul and wisdom takes you up the stairs
and you could finally inhale fresh air,
I can see you standing on the rock over there
Gazing at the horizon with strong mountains
Around you that have stood the test of time
And somewhere in the midst of space
An empty room stood up straight
With gravity holding hands and destiny singing melodious songs
I can hear a radiant music playing in your soul
And the spirits of love moving towards the shore
With a bright light in front searching for the room in the distant
Come and share this room with me and unravel the mystery
Lift your heart and come to the sea and tell me a story about
Your history; tell me the tales of Christendom of how the pilgrims and the weary travelers met and honker down
and scorched in the burning Sun
Come and share this room with me
And write the next chapter with me.
We can still see Her distant Glory which shimmers from our past
When God was the center of our story and the shadow we cast
All the great things we achieved and the trials that we overcame
We were a land that believed, being lead by Lady Liberty's Flame
But the shine has been taken away and the lusters no longer there
For to God we no longer pray and for His Name we no longer care
So blessed for so long His Amazing Grace was always self evident
But it is God they now try to replace being the new message sent
And as I turn back and look seeing the last of Her glowing flame
satan can be such the crook in putting all of humanity to shame
Wondering ahead in so leaving behind, Her Light no longer aglow
Once with God we were well aligned, "but hey what did they know"
Where once His great Light was Shone from it we now turn away
Many say that we have grown and so as in Eve they also betray
For now she is but darkness having no sense at all of His Light
Man will only make all a mess for only God is Perfect and Right
That morning he headed off to the store as they were having a big sale
In life he was looking for more as lately things had become a little stale
It was Faith this department store was selling with every size and style
In walking through that door it was this need he thought of all the while
Each and every lonely night and all those heart aches and growing pains
How this life would so often slight even your own mind sometimes feigns
All of that continuing questioning of why, never once getting a real answer
In now giving this a try in beginning to see that there was only One cure
They had some popular door busters as the large crowds clamored around
From afar you could see their shiny lusters but close up none could be found
He quickly just skirted right past for he was looking for what was in that flyer
Something that would keep him through eternity this being his greatest desire
Off in the distance towards the back there was the Faith he saw in the ad
He now knew he was on the right track and not just hooked up in some fad
The warmth that was coming from the display warmed him inside and out
And in the continuing of making his way he was shedding all that old doubt
In the Cross he knew that it was real as soon his heart had began to break
He couldn't believe how it made him feel that Jesus had died for his sake
And as all those tears began to come a store clerk asked if he was alright
As this would seem strange to some, but not to those who've seen the Light
Wonderful flowers growing in clusters
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Warming the heart with gentle lusters
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Buds so joyful, who dance with respect
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Dressed in blushing petals which protect
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Lighting the heart with their beauty
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Seemingly sure that allure is their duty
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Rain falls softly at the edges of their attire
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Weaving hope and kindness as they conspire
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Brilliant in blushing pinks and satiny cherry
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Creating more images than found in a library
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Whispers of hope fall across the bud’s bright coat
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Leaving only a melting wish pouring down the throat
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Breathing inspiration from the graceful leaves
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Autumn approaches assuring a heart who greaves
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Love kindles within the soul who can see
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Flowers so amazing will make you feel free
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Abstracted eyes study plasmid menus.
A rattle of gleams
stirs coffee in a Montmartre café.
A Cairo belly dancer glistens
in her cocoon of sequined waves,
wine glasses tinkle, while eyes speak.
An old Catalan hotel,
meals shared with a guitar playing moon.
Starry Singapore ferry rides;
we have packed
rice and shrimp in banana leaves.
The clock tonight strikes the length
of bygone lusters,
its hands calibrated to intervals
of suppers and savors.
Moonlight scrapes across roof tiles.
If anyone were here
they might think of a ghostly kitchen
and a shadowy figure,
but it is only I
searching for pabulum,
upon a midnight table
set with long burnt out candles.
It is like breathing naturally with the person who you hold dear.
The sound that pierces the over whelming love that is so clear.
It is like the beat of each beat a pulse within the pulse that repeat.
The emotional feelings that rush through touch a static that cannot be beat.
It is like the ups and downs, of a rhythm which beats our memories of our past.
The meaning of each word we give to the one we love that last.
It is like a light that shines through a jewel that shines through and through.
The promises that keep time over time that cannot be broken keep true.
It is like the sun shining over and over to keep flowers on growing.
The Spring weather that brings the wind that keeps blowing and blowing.
It is like the beautiful words that has plenty of lusters.
The time that repeats in such immense memory becomes so much of clusters.
It is like when a new beginning is the beginning.
The heart that beats with repeating rhythm keeps me grinning.
Those who do not die are known to live beyond the veil
disheveled in the light like a Polaris star
that lusters in the sky with gaseous shine;
Although some stars are known to die very fast and very young,
there are others that remain as constant as the Northern star;
My dream is to arrive one day inside my Father's House
a methuselah star of old light years away from birth;
Oh how I wish to be the signage of His requiem,
the agent of His blaze, the one that makes things visible.
A gleaming star bequeathing light to all who perish in the night
For those of them who live beyond the veil and never die
like the Archangels "12", I do in askance ask,
how long must I live in this heathen town, without His Godly gown.
November 7, 2020
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: There Is A Star With My Name On It
*Methuselah star : Researchers say it can be as old as 14.5 billion years,
but that would make it older than the calculated age of the universe? ...