Long Meadowlarks Poems

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Premium Member A Spring Soliloquy

New grass will wave in a crisp morning breeze
White buds will blur our orchard lanes again
Clouds will be dancing over the blue horizon
And earth will feel the tiny feet of rain

Streams will wash their pebbles bright and clean
Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower
Meadowlarks will share a sweet soliloquy
And sun-drenched lilacs will be glad with flower

The wide lift of fresh air and skies of blue
Will glimmer between each leafy bough of green
I will walk into the woods, ushered by a redwing's flute
I will bask in the sunshine, and listen to the song of spring

New born lambs will suckle in the dew
A fragrant petal from the apple tree
Will rest upon my cheek, and I will feel the touch of spring
And know a sense of peace, throughout the whole of me



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Form: Rhyme


In the Silence of My Dreams

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In the silence of my dreams
there is not a sound I hear
Not excited happy screams
nor a whisper in my ear

Slumbering in comfort warm
walking through a sheltered mist
Images of softness form
stardust glistened skin now kissed

Gardens breathe in velvet hues
swirling light on winds adrift
Golden strands of silken views
azure gazes sweetly sift

Meadowlarks on amber wing
past a window sill to peer
Daisy chains and dew drops swing
on a rainbow crystal clear

Mystic sights above me play
promising my weary heart
Images in grand display
as this evening does depart

For these visions in my mind
‘neath a moon of quiet beams
Is your beauty that I find
in the silence of my dreams

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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wings To Fly

My soul is eager to return again                         
And climb the steep trail where stones fall free                     ~
Among the small robins that drink the rain
And the sweet meadowlarks that sing for me
                                                                                                             
I follow the path overlooking the hills
My heart feels envy as falcons hover                                        ~                  ~
A startled heron causes my eyes to thrill
I watch silver wings break free from cover                                          ~

How brilliantly fly glittered wings of wonder                
If only I too, could circle the earth!
To behold the world from the sky, and ponder
Why not each creature have wings at birth?

Free earth’s bondage into luminous air?
With daydreamers flight, I am almost there
Form: Sonnet

A Possum of Worldly Descent Oh My

There was a possum
of worldly descent
Gathering diamonds
and things it had spent

Chasing a catfish
down dragonfly row
Wanting to see if
it was someone to know

Laughed at an aardvark 
with tangerine pants
Filling it's pockets 
with yesterday's ants

Climbed up a staircase
that led to the sky
Waving at meadowlarks,
saying goodbye

Chewed on a cabbage
it found by the gate
Wondering if it was 
something it ate

Sat down alone,
which was normal you see
Crying those tears
as it hoped it could be

Somebody's friend
that he never could find
Merely a possum,
just pay him no mind

He'll get along,
it's just something to do
And if he passes
in front of you

Maybe just smile
and tell him hello
He might be somebody 
you'd like to know 

Or let him be
without well wishes sent
For he's just a possum
of worldly descent


For the Dandelions Tiger Lillian and Bear berries Oh My Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
fun
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 'dead To Rights' - a Love Poem

'Dead to Rights!'
'Dead to rights' says I love you, no 'deed' makes you mine!
Love's a gift born each second, there's no valentine,
no shared thought (need that's met) . There's no poem to write
or a dream one must hide. Love's a high-flying kite
with a breeze on its side: It's a meadowlarks' song!
How's a promise believed that would make right (what's wrong?)
Where's your proof God's not real, that our death's not a door,
that one's heart's not their soul, and our sky's not God's floor?

'Dead to rights' means I love you! Grant rhythms (sea's voice),
time-smashed rhymes (sun-bright shells) on a beach of our choice
which waves salt as they break, shells whose colors float soft
on white sea froth, in reach: motion's fragrance so waft
(through the air) it might teach a lost soul how to smile!
Are these dreams a mistake? Have I shipwrecked on guile?
May the freedom we live in suggest we're on track,
and the love that we treasure be, "I've got your back!"


KK7
January 17, 2023
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Power of One

The Power of One

Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath 
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of plagues escaping
From an ancient land of sand and tombs
With locusts warning of hope’s starvation
To escort the darkness rising 
Turning pleas into ashes – weeping into stone -
Pounding on the mountainsides where sweetest spice 
Withers beneath lullabies 
Robbed of serenity’s grace -
Flowing furious on fevered winds
Pushing reveries and faith out on a ledge -
Not knowing right from left
Or up from down -
No words of clarity in 
In the whirlwind’s barren chrysalis,
To hem in - to constrain -
With invisible shrilling waves of crisis
Whipped up by anguish
That binds the wildly beating, frantic heart,
Like a captured sparrow;
To scoff, to jeer, to overlook,
The single bloom standing up,
Trembling like new leaves on thinnest branches,
Scanning galaxies of prophetic possibility, 
Then lean on visionary stars
That shatter with the speed of light
The hovering shadow of inertia’s darkest enchantment,
Sending out the solitary song of meadowlarks,
Still caroling through deafness, not silenced,
Not bending to the ill winds moaning
And the chaos screaming,
To scatter seeds of spring not born
Like unseen winged flyers;
To see beyond and past descending doom,
Into that far and sheltered arbor
With dreams of wisdom and young visions -
Outside the grasp of calamity,
Beyond the dark horizon -
Enticing with an alluring fragrance gather back
Into the benediction of the ever circling eternal seasons
Promising….

Premium Member The Dance, the Song

Life is a dance.
As the waves come in, I dance with the ocean
with songs of God’s love in my head.
On a passing cloud there floats a dream -
a river of dreams – sweet waters!

I love
winter’s magic – the long first date;
a huge surprise; a joyous time;
the hush of Christmas past; a walk in the snow;
utter tranquility - in the sun’s last glow.
Chocolate kisses, a pink crystal dawn;
a wonderful beautiful day;
a Valentine wedding; vow to my beloved;
winter’s blanket – as it glistens; winter loving!

To feel  - raindrops falling; the hope of bliss;
a season’s dance; a spring romance;
spring’s rhapsody; spring’s muse;
meadowlarks, the marigold – in a field of gold;
in a hidden garden – the bluest rose!

Red sun; red moon; a summer reverie; 
beyond a blue bay – breathtaking, summer splendor 
as sunset spills over;
butterfly kisses; whispers of love;
midnight romance; my galloping heart;
rocking into night – with joy overflowing -
an encounter of the once in a lifetime!

Autumn’s breath; the autumn’s breeze;
the lover wind; the waltz of the leaves;
to blossom gold – beneath October’s sky;
true love – in an autumn’s kiss;
old longings – not to be forgotten;
if I let my mind meander. . .
the fleeting ghost of you!

The gilded mountain sea – when hope shines out;
the hues that visit me: ordinary orange, green, 
bright beautiful red; unbearable beauty in blue;
a day’s purple adieu;
waterfall wishes on stars with no strings;
friendship – a comforting thing; gratitude, compassion;
the universe and more!

This dream called life – a poet’s happy dream;
a poet’s heaven; life’s meaning;
what love is – the sweetest song!

July 8, 2019
Entire poem is composed only of titles of my own poems per request
of Charles messina for his Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest 
(The titles are all separated by either commas, hypens, periods or line breaks)
This was fun!

Premium Member I Couldn't Talk About It, So I Wrote A Poem

I decide to take my dog to the park 
on this beautiful warm sunny day, 
and sit under one of the gazebo's 
picnic table-benches 
to enlighten some inspirational 
true creative writing. 

Sun beats down, bellowing clouds 
at a standstill. Breeze weaves through 
limbs making the leaves slightly wave. 
Grass sparkles in the dapple shades 
creating abstract scenes. 

I embrace a deep breath to clean 
fresh-air and watch my dog run. 
Usually there is someone walking 
or running on the walk path, 
but not today. 

Meadowlarks plunging into chatter 
conversation midst tree’s canopy. 

Rays of imagination sunshine young 
children yearning for play; in a hurry 
to finish eating their picnic lunch as their
mothers sit relaxing comfort under the gazebo. 

Cheerful laughter star twinkles 
and glow on their faces as they run 
to the playground towards the jungle 
gym, to climb and explore the slides, 
and reaching meeting the sky on the swings.

An infectious smile melting my heart 
just watching the children play rewards 
me with memories of my own rambunctious 
children when they were young. 

My imagination gives way to the creation 
of the moment movement, and feelings 
to description of my surroundings.
 


7/4/2024
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Skylarking

Winds bell-ring the tulips.
Racoons hang lazily from eaves
watching the watched.
Barns are bent into rafts of moss,
an age shedding green
gathered by crow-footed wanderers.
All is a montage of one single facet
of day-sprung now.


Meadowlarks slip through their own songs
I unlimber my gray sticks
and stride,
my piecemeal mind mended and alight
with a bright-eyed flowering.

Spring clambers over my bones
to chase the wagging tails of
barking dogs,
sunshine gallops along a paddock fence
casting a mirage of painted flickers.

Hard to be anything less
then my best idea this day.
I search for a notion, a reason, a why,
only to be scooped-up
by a flock of fleet sparrows,

their small brown wings going nowhere,
yet all of us flying inside a sky-lifting joy.

Premium Member Tomorrow

This day has not seen the sunlight
It feels the night finds no excuses 
For the darkness of this day
I cannot put my mind to bed

       Please.... O God, 
           lift the mist that fogs my eyes
                and let tomorrow come upon a bright sunrise!

Let new grasses wave in a new wind.....tomorrow
Let white buds blur our orchard lanes again.
Let clouds rise for a brief flying....tomorrow...
And earth feel the tiny feet of rain.

Streams will wash their pebbles white....tomorrow
Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower,
Meadowlarks will spend their songs....tomorrow...
And sun-drenched clearings will be glad with flower

The wide lift of blue sky.....tomorrow....
Will glimmer from beyond each leafing bough...
I will walk out into the woods ..... tomorrow....
                                                       tomorrow.....

Thank you, O God,
                 ....I will be able to sleep now.....and dream 
                                                                      of  a bright tomorrow...

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