Long Melodies Poems
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When the sun set, far away
Across the mountains above.
Splashing it's rays on the surface of nature,
When birds and crickets are chirping
And the frogs and crows are croaking,
When sweet breeze is blowing
From the woods of solitude,
In the meanwhile, I think of your rossy smiles
Like sunrise in the altitude.
When Fisher men paddle their boats home
After a hard earned fishing,
When country women are grinding grains
For evening food,
When the children are playing, dancing to
The melodies of string guiter,
I sit alone near the bamboo fence and
Review your words in smiles and closed eyes.
In the meanwhile, the thoughts of you
Knock me off my feet.
For when the sunset far away in the west,
When canary birds are orchestrating from their nest,
Across the valleys and vast arctic,
I walked in the woods full of glee,
Thinking of you with a melody in my heart.
When the sunset, always for you,
Taking away my blue, singing
For you with a heart so true.
When the sunset far away in the west.....
CHARLESMELODY
(Lightning Ink).
Liquid truths slide silent, like the thoughts
Pieces of the petal whisper soft hues
Blazing dreams amid the shadows, spots
Blurring, warming, passions to suffuse
Lighting the heart with promises bold
Joy portraying all the wonders, a muse
Melodies aching to breath and behold
Delights of the flower, beautiful grace
Following prayers made of genuine gold
Laughter so warm it feels like an embrace
Hugging the spirit with arms so sincere
Abiding in peace, feelings who will replace
All of the mourning, the tears that appear
Yearning for the brilliance of true love
Refreshing the dreams with a premiere
Opening hope inspired from heaven above
Assuring of a prodigy poetry can’t speak of
FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Used Rhymezone for rhymes
July 13, 2022
Consoling is echo of love, forever I have heard and known
Oh, how foolish was my youth, searching destiny all alone
Meeting you was utopian debut, and as I did, you felt it too
Indelibly in memories etched, there is no life without you
Never will I do that again, being on road has not been fun
Glad I trudged when I was young, now that trek is all done
Back I am in your hold, as melodies bold, tenderly unfold
Acceding to euphoric feelings two amorous hearts behold
Conjuring images, once dormant, latent clues tugging anew
Kindling now, bright and true, as clandestine passions woo
Home again, I feel charmed, hypnotized in seductive glance
Obsequious in your loving arms, adoring eyes of romance
Mesmerized in soul’s liaison, as bells of joy toll on and on
Elated now, I end my odyssey greeting you in newer dawn
February 28, 2021
Placed 1st: Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
How mysteriously mythical
And mystical you look
Magnificently minute
Maritime majestic migrants
More than marginally manic
Mesmerizing meanderers
Masterpieces
Peacefully going about
Your business
Magical make-believe
Monarchs of the sea
Upright and elegant
In your mannerly march
Moonstruck prone to
Misfortunes and misadventures
Oft mostly monologuing
In monotonous monotony
Mediocrely misconstruing
Mischievous mongrels
And misconceiving misplayed
Merciless minutiae
But merry merciful
Momentous messengers of love
Marketable motive and
Mission to mirthfully mate
You mavericks matched
To mettlesome mistresses
Masqueraded maroon
From menacing mercenaries
Marvelously masterful
Is your mimed courtship dance
Mellifluous entwining
Matrimonial love embraces
Mounting and moving
Mimicking moody miscreance
Swaying to measureless
Maudlin melancholic melodies
Monopolizing methodical
Momentum and motion
A meticulously modulated
Mellow match of merging
A most memorable metaphysical
Millennium melodrama
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 16, 2018 for contest SEAHORSES sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 5TH
Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May
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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon."
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light.
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal night.
The moon, a velvety candle leaning up close,
Its smile was crescent-shaped and wide.
As echoes of her whispered melodies arose,
Riding a cosmic tide to carry them and slide.
The galaxies whirred their soporific refrain,
While celestial orbs danced in airy delight.
Her voice—a gossamer yarn in a monolithic domain,
Weaving melodies into the katabatic night.
Comets gyrated in glowing grace,
Dawdling garlands of smoldering flight.
With each glimmer, a vanishing trace,
A symphony streaked through the cyan night.
Nebulae blossomed in iridescent opal and gold,
Winks of wispy silver in twinkling glow.
Milky opals flowed in a zaffre, wispy fold,
Akin to jewels in tinselled rhapsodic flow.
The solar zephyr in a capricious swirl,
Canorous choirs filigreed, jewelled, in twilight.
Stars wove lyrical whispers on a weathered whirl,
Of songs nestling on a dogwood, a serene site.
Dawn rippled with refrains of silver melodic show,
A nymphic choir in June twilight, lilac—katydid.
Ripple as an aeolian harp in topaz of heat glow,
endless oracles, sighs of aches, lullaby—did.
When the water sang fire
Sweet roaring flames engulfed
And molded into melodies
Of a dreamer
From a far away land
I heard it speak words of love
Of guilt and regret
Choosing to let go
Before every holding it,
Marveling its beauty.
Greed embedded and woven
With each wave who dared
To touch the hot passion
Anger of the red perishing under the blue
While it looks fiery swimming underneath
Water and fire blended
Into a sky that bled heavy
Drops fall and carcass
The dry swollen skin
Who hides the soul-
Of a lover and a dreamer
Of what had been and will never be again
Of the joy and the pain
Of all that lost for no gain
A warrior fallen before the battle
Fallen from the grace of skies
To the water that sang of fire.
I heard a song this morning whose rhythm, melody and rhyme
immediately transported me back…to a different place and time.
It was years ago…riding in our car with Deborah…this memory is so strong…
when we decided this song, which we heard for the first time that day…
would forever be…our song.
I can’t explain the science…I’m not sure the reason why…
but this song always brings a smile to my face…and tears to Deborah’s eyes.
I guess we never know as each new day’s about to start….
which memories will be etched into our souls and leave footprints on our hearts.
And it doesn’t end with one song…there are many more songs…
even songs in nature that transport me to the past….
Today was not the first time…and it definitely won’t be the last.
I’ll never comprehend how memory works…
how in the vast array of memories we’re making every day
some memories remain forever while other quickly fade away.
For now I’m happy knowing some memories…
realizing they play an important part
dwell forever in endless rooms somewhere deep within my heart.
And I’m glad one of those rooms is a concert hall
with songs and rhythms and melodies gathered there….
waiting to surprise me…when I hear music in the air.
Delicate Dance of Melody
[Verse 1[
In the quiet of the night, we find our tune,
Whispers dancing softly, like a silver moon.
Sketches on the paper, colors yet to blend,
Melodies of dreams, where hearts can mend.
Softly now, it starts to rise, a delicate sound beneath the skies.
[Chorus]
Let the melody unfold, like pedals in the breeze,
Every note a memory, our hearts at ease.
Dancing to the whispers, timeless and free,
In this delicate embrace, just you and me.
[Verse 2]
In the shadows, laughter plays, a gentle song,
Echoes of our worries, where we both belong.
Tracing outlines of our past, memories so sweet,
With a fragile harmony, we’ll never miss a beat.
Catch the notes before they flee,
In this moment, just you and me.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Together in the silence, we’ll let it glow, A delicate melody, forever flow.
What is more pheriputic
Than a landscape of
blissed out sounds??
Of course l am talking about music!!
That reconises no bounds"
Hi-hat, low hat snare drum"bass"
Feel the rhythm transport -
you to a different
Time and space,
And l will take stock*
To any track you choose;
Wheather it be rock,pop!
Or soul with funky trip-hop!
Grooves,....
Anything to be a higher level!
A complete change of tempo"
Lets us now up the trebal!
To some oldskool techno??
With some kind of funky beat"
Gets you tapping your feet"
You always want on repeat!
A bit of ambient??
When blue!!
Not as if l have'nt
Listened too...
If one has ,
some blues
What about jazz
Now that soothes..?
Or that classic guitar riff!
That puts you on an uplift
Wheather Electro,or flamen-co??
When those chords one will strum"
Can't help but hum,
Yeah !hum along to this song...
Still l also like acustic ,
Any sound of guitar!
All is though pberiputic"
All styles on par!
The sound of classic piano
Or a nice violin concerto???
If you like a bit of syth pop!
The well known sythesizer....
What ever your apertiser!
A twenty five peace orchaster??
Sorry if l am boring ya..
The sound of the glockenspiel;
Like bells ..way it makes one feel
Evoking an emotional response!
Sending sigals down your vertebrain;
Mesasges ..pulsating ..through every vien!
Trigering all these memories"
The sound of sweet melodies!
Wheather it is classical,vocal,
Or even plain instrumental?
Even the sound of accppella!!
Like that of spoken word....
So many times l have heard"
Like poetry in motion?
Evoking emtion!
Though you can still
seek emotion
And reflection
From instrumental,
What is more pheriputic??
When in leaps and bounds
I am talking about music!
A land scape
of blissed out sounds?
Wrote back in 2008 old idea did not know where was going with this ...
Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger,
Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves,
But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorning the clear day,
Night sentinels, finding their chrysalis in the vast darkness to metamorphose.
They watch as hope crashes against their gates of dark thoughts,
And no echo resounds, just the deaf roar of the void.
Finding solace in barren landscapes, footprints in dust,
Where the sole melody is the stuttering murmur: "I too am here, in your absence."
In their pale dream, paradise is but a rusted garden covered in snow,
Stony bones, the ruins of communion with their smothering eternal ‘no’.
Their language is a dialect of subtle pains, a libation poured over a world fallen into ruin,
A desert of the spirit, where the sky shakes off the ashes of dismayed stars.
When luminous voices persist, they retreat into their inner equinox,
A cavern where echoes carry no words, only the accents of darkness.
Each breath is an incantation, the exhale - a full void,
And presence, a parallel world of embraced solitude, not shunned.
Thus, they stretch their arms towards abysses, yearning to embrace horizons where the blood of night rises,
In the most torn corners of their being, they find the purest sanctuaries.
Seeking comfort not in angelic melodies, but in choirs of mute murmurs,
They are seekers of divinity in chaos, mystics in the torn fabric of a hurting cosmos,
And in every fissure of life, they read not an epilogue of sadness, but bridgeheads to higher understanding.