Long Meadow Poems
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My parents fed me from the bread of life
I ate each day until I had my fill
They both worked hard so they could pay the price
And taught me not to lie and not to steal
One day I packed my bag and picked a road
With suitcase full of values gifted me
And let me tell you they are quite a load
I dragged them up a hill so I could see
Looking 'cross the valley of the shadows
I saw the place that I would like to go
A garden on the hill, past the meadow
My bag became my cross, my heavy load
Their souls have been ingrained into this cross
It's up to me to carry it across
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!
The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.
Villanelle
Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4
Darkened skies
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
As the earth begins to feel the warmth
Of a sultry, soft sun’s heat
Morning mists envelop the ground
Like a pure white silken sheet
From beneath the shroud, rustling is heard
As small creatures leave their lairs
Scurrying around, on their hunt for food
That will be their winter fayre
Berries, nuts and soft ripe fruit
Abundant on bushes and trees
Will be harvested and stored away
To sustain through winter’s freeze
Dawn’s crisp frost begins to melt
And a tapestry of colour is seen
Of lustrous reds, orange, yellows and gold
As nature changes from summer’s green
There’s a nip in the air,
A chill in the breeze, rustling through the trees
Creating a kaleidoscope snowstorm
Of gently falling leaves
Treading majestically through the leaves
Is a magnificent, male, red deer
His melancholy, soulful, mating call
Tells that rutting time is here
It echoes to the river, where a hint of a splash
Forms rings, as the salmon rise
And from their homes in the bank, sand martins dart
To feast on insects and flies
While across in the meadow, profuse with blooms
Rabbits and field mice run free
As butterflies dance from flower to flower
To the drone of bumble bees
And in a patchwork landscape of fertile fields
Both sheep and cattle laze
Sleepy, from having eaten their fill
Of the lush, fecund, grass they graze
As I take a stroll through these idyllic scenes
It leaves me breathless, with no words to say
On how anything can ever, be compared
To the beauty of an autumn day.
Mufasa smiled at his eager young cub
Simba was a prince, but this meant nothing
at this second in the love of the moment
What do you see? Mufasa asked his son.
Pinks and yellows, tans, flowers, a meadow, the savannah
What feels does it bring to you?
Simba took a deep breath and let it out slowly
I feel peace, he told his daddy, the king
Mufasa knew that his son would do well
for he was not corrupted in any way,
he did not thirst for power or majesty like Scar
You are my son, he told him, and it makes me proud
Simba took another deep sigh,
breathing in the love of the savannah,
with no worries or cares, thinking he would have his father forever
The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly slides away
across the smoky screen shifting from the twilight sky.
The beguiled birds bathe in the dome of the blushing bay,
in the flushing gleam of ambiance to their nest they fly,
as the fall arrives with crystalline splendor on the sly.
The transparent threshold of the halcyon horizon
splits the spreading sunbeam in the spectrum of hued spray,
sparkling shades spilling from its palette paint the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of garnet grass sway
on the lap of maroon meadow in rippling air drifting away.
The pasture wears the ornate diadem of diamond dew,
flickering with the finesse of dulcet dawn’s chromatic glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of defoliated trees stand on the soil fallow,
the gilded leaves rustle with the steps of hot days departing slow.
As the setting sun sets fire at the fringe of the serene sky,
making surreal celestial collage of vermillion ember bright,
under its crimson radiance my saturated spirit soars high,
as it perceives the mellow day drown in color cove out of sight,
the painting of Monet suffuses me with the aura of delight.
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
CONFIGURED AVATAR
Traversing the flushing meadow of life verdant
I uncovered a veiled pallet at the bottom of mind,
filled with mélange of colors luminous and vibrant,
waiting for the time when the painter it would find.
As the mist of spent night lifted from the horizon
a canvas I found in my heart unpainted so long.
Sunburst shining sky ushered the defining dawn,
descended on it with the impression so strong.
Through terrain of life sculpted in contours uneven
I’ll travel the painted path to the edge of the sky far.
The tapestry of ecstasy I won’t ever leave unwoven,
what the latent artist in me configured is my avatar.
January 29, 2019
*Image of Snow Winter White by Pixabay.
Winter Whites
Master winter's crystalline zephyrs brisk,
studies o'er its righteous domain quickly,
promptly the seasonal occurrence whisk,
frost wintry breath dust a field o' calmly.
Eggshells ahead, once a rocky meadow,
Snow hovers across a restless highway,
Wall posts look like porcelain afterglow,
Cable radars are bone chinaware splay.
Alabaster Venuses ... snowstorm lamps,
Snow White elucidate the dwarfs a song,
Daisies dozing 'neath powdery revamps,
Cottonfields-rice patties, trees chiffon.
Ivory pearls, wilt on places, creamed rich,
Winter Sunday's finest whites are the pitch.
2022 January 18
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STRUCTURED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 08
*3rd Place*
Winter Wonders Within Nature
~~M. L. Kiser - Judged 2022 January 23
Once upon a time
there was a princess
named Cassandra
who was an only child
What she missed most
with all her heart
was a brother or a sister
to play with
so she would never be lonely
Princess Cassandra
lived in a crystal castle
high on a mountain
surrounded by a big forest
Every day she would go out for a walk
she would meet elves and faeries
and friendly birds and animals
She knew everyone of them by name
and talked to them for hours
it was always the highlight of her day
On one lovely day when the sun
was shining especially radiant
and there was a big bright rainbow in the sky
there were millions of colourful butterflies
birds flying high in formation
ducks lined up parading on the lake
fish jumping in hoops and loops
chipmunks darting all about ~
every creature was out even itty bitty snails
All the elves and faeries
were dancing in the meadow
and when they saw Cassandra approach
everyone shouted
in harmony :
SURPRISE!!
This is a birthday party for you
We don’t want you to ever again be lonely
We are all your family
Because we love you!
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on January 30, 2019 for contest A FAIRY TALE FOR CHILDREN sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 2ND
Nice house by the river
Arrayed with colorful flowers
Side by side on a sandy path
Adorn the passerby with glee
At the side is the flowing river
Where standing trees serve as safeguard
Not to erode the soil for outcast
Above sees the azure sky reflecting warm day
At the right side is the green meadow for cattle
Who freely eat the young grass undisturbed
Oh, what a rural beauty it would be to live
The country side where all nature lovers love
The fresh air enveloping the area pretty welcoming
How could anyone exchange this beauty to anything
Whose mind and soul are entwine to nature's call to home.