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We arrived at the beach at 2:45 in the morning…why, you ask, at such an early hour?
because that was the best time to see shooting stars from the Orionid meteor shower.
But the full moon’s light made shooting stars almost impossible to see with the eye…and adding insult to our injury clouds were blanketing the sky.
So with the reason we came to the beach thwarted…from the sky we turned our attention away…and immediately noticed how the light from the moon overhead made the nighttime seem more like the day.
We noticed how at first we were mesmerized by the silence stretching across the land…until we heard the faint call of the ocean…whispering across the sand.
We noticed her voice never rose above a whisper…as across the sand it swept…
as if she was consciously keeping her voice low…while the animals of the daytime slept
We noticed how the moon, itself, was quite beautiful…how she really put on a show…illuminating the clouds above us…while making the sands below our feet glow.
We noticed how the glowing sand felt cool beneath our feet…
We noticed how the chilly breeze off the ocean made us forget the usual Florida heat.
We noticed by the water’s edge…a family of birds out for an early morning treat…and we wondered, with no worms around, what do the early birds at the ocean eat?
But most of all we wondered if this beach in the moonlight…natural…untouched…pristine…was the way God intended to create it…the way it was meant to be seen.
There on our blanket in the sand…we realized how lucky we are…
and surrounded by the beauty of so many miracles …we forgot about shooting stars.
Yes, we came to the beach in the middle of the night to feel the wonder of those shooting stars…knowing seeing them is quite rare….
but we quickly realized…
the wonder was not in the shooting stars
the wonder was in being there.
With prime promise your life’s journey had begun,
on the placid plateau of time you’d blaze a furrow.
In gleaming dawn sky you’d rise like the golden sun,
in the night sky like a flashing meteor you’d glow.
The sweeping winds of change blew the glitter away,
sucked you shattered within the whirlpool of agony.
The heaving sea of tear drowned you in deep dismay,
as you confronted life crumbling in the debris of irony.
Longing for being serenely suffused with divine quietus,
you’ll rise with the blessed soul from the ruins of strife,
travel on the rainbow trail beyond the horizon of hiatus,
in the realm of eternal bliss hear again the symphony of life.
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February 8, 2021
Contest : Hiatus
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Leaves calling to one another,
Clinging to branches of their mother.
"I remember the spring when we were new.
Remember how we sang to you?"
Called out a Golden leaf to her,
Then all of her leaves seemed to stir,
When mother nodded in in the breeze,
Their songs filled up her memories.
"I would sing with all my might!"
Said a red hued sister to Golden's right.
Chuckling the sisters all remembered,
Even as current as early September!
They often sang when the sweet winds blew,
Or when they awakened moist with dew.
The days were filled with whispered songs,
Through the spring, all summer long.
"Remember that sweet summer night,
When all the stars were shining bright,
And you lifted your branches up for hours
Praising heaven for meteor showers?
I wondered why we felt no rain,
I thought that you had gone insane!"
Then shaking gently with laughter, the tree,
And all the children chuckled with glee,
Remembering that sweet August night,
When the showers came with no drop in sight.
Each golden moment with her leaves,
Their mother held deep in her being,
For spring was past, summer gone,
It was cooler now with each new dawn.
She'd born her children, and as they grew,
Of fleeting joys she truly knew.
She thought it not to be too strange,
The days would fly, her leaves would change.
She sighed beneath October's sun,
For the Autumn's days, and her leaves, each one.
For though her leaves would soon flutter away,
They chuckled in this Autumn day,
Whispering each to one another,
Golden, red, orange, clung to their mother.
Moments were flying, Autumn was here,
The season was changing and winter was near.
By Betty Jo Legros Kelley
9/30/2020
WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK
I am from east you are from... west? North? South?
to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D
Remember the first moment I said hi and hello
you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto...
You... I never seen. I never heard
but you hug my heart with your words.
You are as yellow as the rising sun
but sometimes sad you make my tears run
with the heart-to-heart stories we share.
Maybe because we are thousand miles apart
defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear
bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start.
There is a clue when you are feeling blue
this when you drew views lacking hues.
Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh
nor behold my grin that is whole or half
but so sweet you are always there- a care bear!
Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat
like a meteor, we did try this voice-call...
Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced!
Your presence a present whenever no one is there
for when I push the button "send", time you spare
to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say.
More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r"
Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk,
I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock,
months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write
verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite...
To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know
if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow
as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow
'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow
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MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mystic Rose
~~~3rd place~~~
POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
11:42 pm, July 02, 2015
A tribal War
In a small clearing it stood
dark and majestic against the sky
small silver like veins run riot
across its pitted scarred surface.
Glinting in the sun it sparkled
seeming near alive at times.
Two tribes considered it a god
and warred for the sole rights
to hold their ceremonies at its base.
indifferent to man kinds folly
it stood sentinel to only time,
all this it had seen before.
Two from opposing sides fell in love
and war once more flared up
their love being considered taboo.
No happy ending to this tale
alas they fought 'til all lay dead
And still the meteor rock stood tall.
Jack sits in the wheelchair in the grass
a rebel nerd, he thinks of the time
when he cycled up Teton Pass
by a stream through walls of pine
Obsessed, this viewpoint vampire
his memory full of hill and vale
A landscape loon, an odd desire
But now his body is his jail
The harried nurse to her surprise
Distracted from a patient's cries
sees a vision in Jack's fogged eyes
lakes and forests and crimson skies
[chorus]
In each scene, views so grand
At six thousand feet, he biked along
Never quite reached the Promised Land
But the last verse is not the song
Kate sits in the same old age home
A relic from a bygone show
Her friends long dead, she's now alone
Her melody no longer on the radio
She was warm and could be all heart
Now a meteor in afterburn
She knows that bodies fall apart
Resigned or not, the wheel must turn.
[outro]
Jack and Kate were luckier than some
They were free, knew right from wrong
They lived a long life, and had their fun
The last verse is not the song.
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...
Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
do it."
The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step to wisdom.
Win or lose, play your best and treat your opponent with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate mystery?
The women cannot be this chaste! The men so committed to
non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?
They put much emotion and gratification aside to get things done. Done
for their sons and done for their daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked to lead or lift a
load.
Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a house near the end
of a street on the edge of a city at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a meteor bringing ore
and organisms, incinerating elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.
The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed "the mercy of eternity."
We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens
than our proximity as a couple.
We see no meteors
as we watch the stars begin to appear,
but three satellites pass overhead
in less than a minute,
and this makes me feel some wonder
at what humanity has accomplished.
You then go inside
as I start to doze
and return with word that the internet astronomers
have pronounced 4am as the prime viewing time.
So off we go to bed and sleep.
At 4 I wake,
bundle up in an old bathrobe,
and head out into the star covered yard.
Eventually you follow
and we watch as several meteors shower past in as many minutes.
Content that we have seen it,
although definitely less impressed than we remember,
we head back to bed
and sleep.
(for Carol - 8/13/23)
In my lonesome dusky life you came like a meteor
dazzling the ink of my desolate sky from where on
a full moon night I saw you appear veiled in the
silver dust, its radiance sparkled in my heart with
the glimmer of love when sailing in the deep sea
of your aquamarine eyes my mesmerized mind
weaved the tapestry of fervent dreams that dazed
me and took me blind in a trance to reverie where
I saw you fly away on wings of cloud to the edge of
night. I didn’t know when my fragile heart splintered
but when the dream broke I realized it’s…
time to rise from dust
find new sun beyond the night…
it’s too late to cry
May 7, 2019
Title chosen : Too Late To Cry
Contest : Pick A Title , Vol 4 - Haibun
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh