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8/11/16
Looking into a mirror
With smudges and smears
New things each and every year
Across the hemispheres
I'll tell you what, I no longer care to hear
About any theory of if you think the end is near
I'm being sincere
Across the entire frontier
Got to take it to the next gear
As opportunites appear
Thinking wise, it's all so clear
No need to fear
Seriously try to be successful with your career
Otherwise the results just may be severe
And you'd be lucky to be left with a souvenir
Believe me, you've got to persevere
And steer
Regardless of if you ever want to contribute and volunteer
As meteor showers and falling stars premiere far away and close to here
Pay attention, listen and use your ears
Among forests with deers and by the piers
Anytime and place, below and above the atmosphere
Where humans any anything else has and hasn's pioneered
By: Dalton Ogletree
Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. - Rumi
I remember the nights I swiftly swerved oceanic songs with olive shells on sandy shores,
looking for a hint of teal droplets within softened
corners of the milky way.
Perhaps the mulberry moon felt our soulful dreams,
as cerulean sky sighed a thousand stars in celestial symphony for “you” and “I”.
Tonight pearlescent heavens shall heed my beating veins erupting in amethyst abundance,
for I’ve been homesick for a selfless heart that I can belong;
pining to rest my dahlia desires upon the silver aisle of your warm chest,
to hear the rhythm of my name echoing through poetic petals of your lyrical lips.
So pardon the thousand horizons that keep us apart,
we sync and swirl to the same roseate ripples~
within the opulent bed of bioluminescence.
I find our orchid visions amongst cornflower clouds I can nearly touch,
trusting the seraphic light we wear, locked in this empyrean embrace,
and we’ll conquer every mighty meteor,
striving to paint this tuscan tale into reality,
while love is all that we sow and lean on,
forever enclasped in an eternal endearment.
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Fright Features
1) Fright Night
Assured steps lead my costumed son,
dwells California night slight calm,
tugs tight-fitted guise sparse undone,
assured steps lead my costumed son,
plus kid brother midst stargazed fun,
his hand held in brother's cool palm,
assured steps lead my costumed son.
An Alameda porch shines bright,
as bold thumb press a doorbell ring,
a squire smiles at his silvered knight,
an Alameda porch shines bright,
answers tall clown causes a fright,
naive grabs sweets snub elder's cling,
an Alameda porch shines bright.
2) Fright Flight
A bright Livermore cloudless sky,
sits a Piper Cherokee plane,
my pilot friend, his wife and I,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Phoenix bound, 4-seater, breaths sigh,
took-off without a hitch fears wane,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Comes a fear not to be ignored,
Meteor Crater, prayed plenty,
spirals down to a lift, restored
comes a fear not to be ignored,
Grand Canyon sights yon his dashboard,
some dive took, I flipped a penny,
comes a fear not to be ignored.
2020 August 03
h o l d me
when the world w e
e p s
and the wounds w a n e
like frayed
threads of fear,
as I, a gilded frame,
long to mirror your lyrical light,
to be the ethereal echo
tethered to the
warm orbit of you…
while mind unlocks
its secret Milky Way,
as love whispers
in soft cadence,
finding words to
erase learned woes.
O beloved sunrise,
color me in
sighs of silence,
like rhymes of roses,
a vanilla villanelle
etched from
the exquisite essence
of a cosmic consequence,
leading me into
the arms of light,
as the lamented night
bent its empathetic knee
to the seraphic sight
of soul-satisfaction,
whilst pained pulse kept
solar seconds ~
counting constellations
within my chest,
curating confessions
from crestfallen stars,
sewing scars with
sparks of saffron and salmon…
and I ponder ~
is this a diamond dream
spun within
an awakened dawn
of glistening gold,
to home me in the
healed harmony
of your tender heart,
with acrylic
incantations of citrus flame,
as I am luminous layers of
a complex canvas,
aching for compassion,
awake in
e c l i p s e d
stillness,
like the supernova sun
devouring
the silk of its own sky…
yet even in this
aesthetic
fulfillment of
faultless infatuation,
I memorized your meteor showers,
flourishing in the thought
of rising beyond
the demise of despair,
to become the only pattern
across the fabric of faith
in your duvet of damask devotion,
no longer tripping
on temptations,
but
t r a c i n g
the cashmere curves of
reality ~
picturesque portrait
of a
passionate promise, paradise painted
forevermore…
The Instrumentalists
Percussion: Tectonic plate movement, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
Strings: Solar wind and flares, meteor hits, and galaxy intrusion
Reeds: Polarity arrangement, methane control under the oceans
Brass: Layered by temperature: air’n water in motion
The Ensemble
Instruments tuned for planet change
Compose symphonies in ethereal range:
Mystic music for geologic meaning -
Melody for cosmic listening.
Ages ordered in time pleasing Trinity -
On earth in the universe out to eternity.
Ice ages in millenniums, cycled through millions:
Our years but moments: compare the planet in billions.
Human lifespan is varied, in century duration,
So we might know our limitations.
Natural science is not political science:
Human hope is in God reliance.
Jobless mind, moving hither to thither
North to south, east to west, over the world
A vagrant; silent speaker with self alone
Routes breeding other nude routs to wander
Lonely I’m with me, talking with sole mind
Inkpot, quills, tattered paper-wrapped my sight
I’m sitting to write some shattered thinking
Feeling into me lacking language
I’ve lost knowledge of language to write to me!
I’ve come to the unique planet of poet
Have the poets any language to write to them?
Which language is preferred by them to write?
Not sure I’m; but know that they are pure love
Their literacy, wisdom, struggle – love
Their writings, dispute, freedom-fighting- love
This love is not to discriminate world
This love is not to break the humane backbone
This love is not for the spiteful talking
They do not know how to hate peaceful world
They do not know how to hate humankind
Their ink of quills don’t spread stain of vengeance
I’ve come to their planet to expose me
Here I find all of body, breath, nerve, veins
Here I find nature, fauna and flora
Here find river, ocean, mountain, cosmos
Here find volcano, meteor, galaxies
All solar systems here adorned lovely
Here find civic to polity, soul-state
Science, creed, spiritual, mysticism
Animate, inanimate all are here
All I’ve got in love to make peace living
Their writings are not for the passed away
Their writings are past, present and future
As living undying legend leads all
Ink of Poetic pen lives for the years
As accompany of Almighty soul
-December 24, 2018 Chattogram
i see the galaxy closing in
no time to think or where to begin
been floating in this nevermore
for so long my wits are wearing thin
black hole o death creeping creeping
can't comprehend, this never
floating about in my endeavor
faster i fall spinning out of control
remember how life used to be
i was floating with you
hand in hand to a distant land
no distractions stars lite our way
galaxies passed us by , a shower
has the power as we turn to escape
your hit by a meteor that seal your fate
seems like yesterday maybe it was
i see my life in a never ending freeze
black hole o death is creeping in creeping in
He fell to earth like a meteor
wielding his fiery sword
but unlike seraphim
he was not here to cleanse the wicked
Soulless & motherless
he would unleash
his wrath upon the world
A wall of flame spread out
from the pit where he had landed
& consumed all in its path
I'm not sure which magnet
you
stir
in
me
Flowery joy is never a struggle
redolence, weakness, and despair
Gifts never fall through the hazy veil
the tempest and rumbling flickers
were then predicted
delusions when sleeping
cherubim appear and bestow
the following blessings
crossings have
already
given
you
clues
crispy golden-time flake
autumn rhymes whirl-to-wind
the seasons joined the Seraphim
you provide delight by dancing
memories of songs are very lovely
deep echo in your heart
nostalgia is pure as angelic truth
Reminding
you
that
every
day
is
new
awake east on golden wings
divertimento with ancient godly beats
such as archangel tunes
paeans of several colors
in the name of absolute truth
it is like an angel holding my hand
my behavior at dawn every day
that
stirs
my
soul
Written: October 13, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Playing hopscotch upon the stars
Planets stare in awe at the child
Capturing the universe in a jar
Lassoing moonbeams, future rays of hope
To illuminate all dark and dreary nights
So his creation finds a way to cope
With Pluto in his slingshots aim
He slams it into Mars
Mixes dust in cosmic rain
Atoms collide from a sonic blast
The embryo shivers into a life
That will be destined to forever last
A spiralling meteor is defleted
A crater forms deep and wide
And a vast sea is ressurected
He strips Orion of his belt
And bands it round the atmosphere
Until gravity is felt
Breath of life
A second chance
Will they get it right this time?
Momentous meteor shower of words
Plethora of metered color absurd
Rainbows falling to the ground
With syllable shakes and bobo refrains
Lamentable lemon sunsets of pain
Our God stuns with just one sound
Err not, for he certainly beautifies
Wing’d articulation of butterflies
Enchanting chanting with wings
Whilst poet’s tongue sticks to roof of mouth
Or bathes in blather of love toward spouse
God’s glory the angels King
Our word counts we treasure and lock up tight
Iambic or free we type up all night
Impactful the sun and moon
God’s trophy ascribed sans paper and ink
Multitude of stars show’d off on the brink
In sacred immaculate swoon
8/21/2021