Long Melt Poems
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Cold winds blow outside so very strong
Only to whisper you’re not where you belong.
Motionless sitting morose by the fireplace
Insipid frozen heart in the glow I gently place
Not knowing when it will again throb and melt
Getting the warmth of your touch long unfelt.
Beyond the blue hills at dusk you’re gone
Alone I wait for the rising sunburst dawn
Charmed by flowers of my garden you’ll return
Knowing you’re mine for your love I yearn.
How much intensely I’m missing you now
Once you’re with me I’ll convey somehow.
Miles afar in the wilderness don’t any longer roam
Enthused by pining heart, say you’re coming home.
February 24, 2021
Contest : Coming Back Home
Sponsor : John Hamilton
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 3
How blessed I feel this Christmas Eve
beneath a moonlit winter sky
as lights ignite to mimic stars
while snowflakes melt into our skin.
Beneath a moonlit winter sky
where footprints vanish instantly
from pathways paved with silver snow,
the waning wind breathes quiet sighs.
As lights ignite to mimic stars
on trees that blend into the sky,
they cling with incandescent grace
to frosted branches cased in ice.
While snowflakes melt into our skin
and carols float upon the breeze,
our clouds of breath rise through the night
to coalesce with chimney smoke.
Written: November 5, 2015
For Debbie's "Shall We Retourne" Contest
howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!
in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!
clouds now migrate away to the south,
it thunders and rains where once desert,
vast oceans expand as glaciers melt,
cold death now haunts where once birds would nest.
hunt us down, say are born of devil,
spare not a thought for nature’s reasons,
we hunt when hungry, the weak and lame,
but they kill for game in all seasons!
fire horrors ravage homely woods,
cuckoo laments morning with its lore,
big herds that walked now dress their rooms,
world is wounded, earth is bleeding sore!
Horror! Horror! we cry to the moon,
our laments tear down the dark silence,
ruled by these creatures with hearts of stone,
they are destructive sans repentance!
we fear not ghosts that lurk in the dark,
nor dripping blood from a sharpened steel,
greater horror lurks where these things haunt,
a pestilence that rocks nature’s keel!
Written 3/May/2021
Funom Makama sponsored
Horror poetry contest
9 syllables each line-
lines2 and 4 rhyme in all quatrains!
POTD 05/05/2021
It’s funny when we’re young and we think we know it all
we don’t always listen to what our elders have to say…
Often we don’t realize they gave us good advice…until we’re old and gray.
And when we repeat that good advice…once we’re old and gray
the young people, who now know it all, don’t always listen to what we have to say.
Still we try to impress upon them the things we’ve come to know…
Like how none of us are perfect and how it’s good to take things slow.
Like how a smile can change a person’s day…to never to ridicule…
how some religions can be wonderful…while others can be cruel.
Like how a kind word, a hug or touch can wipe away a tear….
how joy is often waiting on the other side of fear.
Like how we should listen and learn from nature…and all read a little more
how it’s okay to love our soldiers…while at the same time hating war.
Like how dogs pass away too early and our children grow up too fast
both reasons to always do our best…and make each moment last.
Like how there is more love than hate in this world
How not one family member…not one daughter not one son…
should have their life or innocence ended by a bomb…or the bullet of a gun.
Like how kindness, love compassion and acceptance is what we were created for…
and knowing everyone is wonderfully different…we should practice each a little more.
Like how hatred, prejudice and resentment would all melt into the sea
the moment we come to realize we are all one family.
So all you young ones out there…listen to the words of your elders…
Please don’t, like we did, wait!
because…by the time you’re old and gray…it might just be too late.
ask me a riddle
one that's not hard
and with it i'd fiddle
and tear it apart
search for the words
in meticulous ways
looking for clues
to remove me from the maze
tell me a story
one that's not long
and i'd listen with interest
and follow along
and try to learn your yearnings
if your stories have morals
would they have happy endings
are there parts where the story curls
write me a song
with words of love
sing my name take me above
convince the world
melt my heart
make me believe in your art
hypnotize me with harmony
and sing to me until sadness leaves
paint my portrait
nothing fancy mind you
features are important
so don't spare the youth
paint me as you see me
I want to know the truth
if you paint my picture
can you see me loving you
show me your expression
look at me and smile
is your smiling laughter
let it linger for a while
can your eye's tell me
what you feel right now
is the feeling sexy
or can you show me how
am i asking to much
for this one time meeting
maybe you can come again
and we can call this dating
Form:
Why does pain hurt,
Why does being restless evoke the mind to undergo seizures of human revoke,
Why is the smile on my face plastic, I can feel it melt to the floor like drip drop,
Why is believing you want me so hard to believe,
And why do I feed myself selfish lies to calm my nerves,
My eyes are open but clearly not wide enough to have my brain pick out my flared sockets,
Why is a question with unanswered answers,
Why is a question that leaves me bothered and I still wonder why!
My ears hear squeaking noise, not very sure if it’s a rat or a man or a woman,
Speech released from your rolled tongue into a thousand forms,
Your actions speaking plain and confusing,
See understanding is easy but overthinking is an art that leaves me paralyzed,
You paralyze me from the waists down, I would probably beg you to hold me before my fall,
But I would probably realize that you were never here at all,
Silly girl, you are not heartbroken, you just read the situation harder than e-wall would hit that wall,
Silly girl you do not understand issues of the heart, chemistry broken down in meth, alcohol is not the solution they say but that’s my chemistry!
Our chemistry!
Silly boy, you made her fall hard, and left her without a lie, and expecting her to smile and say goodbye,
You made her want to leave you, you say you did her a favor, a favor of zero flavor her taste buds were inflamed by the time she left you,
Silly boy now you miss her and can’t come round to convince your mind to carry out the actions of your heart to win her back,
Why you forced her to leave you is a mistery not yet unraveled by your own nonsensical brain cells,
Why is a question with no broken mirror, two sided maybe but it’s an unending question with a fairly non quizzical answer that alsways turns out to be questionable,
Why,That’s a question that will leave me bothered,
So many versions that will probably leave a broken girl scared,
And a sad boy in the sad dark,
And all we can ask is why.
Fall from grace..
Twists and turns of life..
Pain and suffering points sharp daggers ..
Edges in various directions..
Had fell from grace..
Face to face with sorrow..
A tsunami of complete loss
Lost in a battle of confusion..
His eyes met mine..
A lost tsunami turned into a great treasure..
His piercing eyes are jewels..
Jewels that ignite fire within ..
We melt together as we embrace..
Our hearts intertwined..
Fall from grace..
Now had become just dust in the wind..
The two of us..
Had fell into complete graciousness..
The two of us..
Grace had touched us deeply ..
Softly..
A brush of a feather..
Grace had embodied us with love ..
Filled with pure gratitude..
Foreign On Wind And Word
Tie down words in yesterday’s dilemmas, gondola soft
Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers
What are words but air up there in winds
Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow
Who knows, maybe reason will come through
Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening
Words are known throughout the world for what they are
And what they say in cultures
China replicates everything including language
Sleep now, don’t worry, float away on granite minded clouds
That keep the spirit down and grounded
Society will fill in what’s missing
In China children open up to sing
Oppression is the only song they know
What is that word I’m looking for?
Innovation! Worth its weight in gold
Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words
When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks
Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention!
Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls
Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there
When children tie them down in streams of consciousness
Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free
In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything
There is no way of holding back on nature
Tenacity! Is a word. Ingenuity! Is another
They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together
Make sense of sentences
Don’t be afraid
They are only a group of words
Composing a complete thought
They represent the meaning
Assigned to them in any nation
Created to fill young minds
The guitarist
As I wallow In songs
Of freedom
I feel the power of love
From the soul with
Words of peace keep
Running down
my third eye
to my long
Fingers
As I write with a blue pen
The poems of nature
That come from a new birth
The guitarist
The sound from the strings
The sound so tender
Like a morning songs
From the birds
The sound of the
Guitar man do always melt
Depression from my soul
Play me the tone
With the strings
And let me dance like
The trees of life
The guitarist
I love the guitar
I love a guitarist
I love the strings
I love the melody
From a good guitarist
In places I hear tones
From deferent guitarist's
I love the deferent melody
From places I go
The guitarist
I meet one homeless
Guitarist by the side
Of the street as usual
Where people just pass
Him by as nothing
But when ever I saw him
He always have a good
Melody but he is homeless
Yet was a guitarist
The guitarist
He plays sounds that attracts
People to stop and pay attention
As they drop coins on his
Plate
This man touches my soul
With his melody
His appearance looks dirty
But the melody from his
Guitar sounds so beautiful
Yet he was homeless
But he is a great guitarist
The guitarist
The value of a man
Is not judge by his
Appearance or status
At a moment of time
Just like
The guitarist
No role to play, no need to hide
The ego dissolves, the character has died.
A conscious spark, so suddenly bright
Awakens life in boundless light.
The endless universe dances within,
Like waves that crash, then rise again.
You’re like the sky: free, bright and space,
The soul at peace, no dreams to chase.
Beyond the name, beyond the face,
A spirit was growing, in silent embrace.
No more script to read, no more lines to say,
Just laughter that echoes, then fades away.
Like snow in sun, all troubles melt,
No shadowing past, just present felt.
The mind set free, past ego and fear.
No self remains, yet all is here.
Freed from the prison of becoming,
No goals to claim, no need for might.
Just being, expecting nothing,
Except for bursting into a ball of light.