Long Midday Poems
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They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns
Summer like an eagle has swooped down
Under its tearing claws, the Earth shrieks and groans
Days and nights breathe out the stench of dribbling sweat.
Roads rage and roofs steam like an overly heated pan.
The midday Sun flares right overhead,
Spitting fumes and fire all around.
The Earth lies scorched under its burning breath.
An oven pre heated, hot enough to grill and bake.
Rivers and streams pant in wild unrest
Canals and cisterns lie distraught
Dry leaves in whirlwind swirl around.
Fallowed lands yawn with mouths wide agape
From the woods, rise coils of sooty smoke,
As the dried undergrowth burns in the forest fire,
Sucking the last vestiges of grass and green.
The flames of fire dance in wild ecstasy.
Alas! The self same summer has barged into me
Burning outright all my unsung songs.
In my ears, echo the rustle of dried up thoughts,
Which waggle round me like disembodied spirits.
How I lament the loss of my lovely rhymes,
As the ink in my pen also is drying up.
Oh! I wish it were moistened by the waters of Helicon
And like a stream, trickle down into the paper I hold!
The Month of July
Under the shade of the willow boughs, dipping low,
Beside the lily pond where lovely larkspur grow,
My love and I recline in the midday of summer,
In the month of July, when temperatures swelter.
I ravish her beauty and charm her with poetry,
And we laugh together with pleasure in gaiety.
Our hearts meld in a rush to see our cheeks blush,
With words of commitment dear to both of us.
And we forget ourselves as our passions succumb,
Led by love’s direction, so wonderfully sung,
As our arms move forward and envelop each other,
And our eyes close and lips kiss with ardent desire.
Shouldn’t youth savour their moment under the sun,
Before water lilies wither and winter comes?
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Note:
The month of July is named after the Roman general Julius Caesar (100 BC–44 BC). Larkspur and the water lily are the representative flowers for the month, and its birthstone is the ruby with its ravishing red colour. July means youthful and is considered a gender-neutral name. Julie, Julian, Juliet, Julius, and Julia derive from July. Normally, July is the warmest month of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the coldest month of the year in the Southern Hemisphere.
A seismic surge is gathering pace, propelling a wave
Of multi faces many creeds, diverse street cred.
From public also of private ed' facets shimmer
Thoughts Intense myriad humankind immense.'
Mainstream channels pour out scorn, early morning
To midday lies take form, pushing into night time TV
And radio, dangerous anti-vaxers rabid foes..'
Yet when the millions gather wherever? One fact is so '
But You'll hear it from them never ! No all points bulletin
On the crazy folk that have escaped those penitentiary yokes
Or from their social workers..' I find it so scary.)
Cause this means the protesters (must be sane.')
If You'd consider if fairly.? And in the main !
She will rise up from the water, in the midday afternoon
Lightly vaulting from the darkness, wearing beads of jewel-toned sea
Splashing forth as if a fountain, spilling locks of brilliant gold
Wearing combs adorned with seashells, from her home deep in the cold
She has no tongue, she has no tears
She had no soul, she has no fear
No need for air, her hair is fair
Her eyes are clear with wanton lairs
She is a siren, she is an angel, she is a myth, for many seasons
Is she real, or apparition…, are we wary of her reasons?
She will stretch out her long tail, on bed of kelp-strewn sand
Soaking up the violet rays, to dry her golden strands
She bewitches with amusement, seduces with her charm
While the darting through the sailor's lust, into her captive arms
She is sometimes called illusion, and she has no given name
But she lures the souls of swarthy seamen, deep within a cage
Her origins are buried in the past, in the language of forgetting
Her repertoire of movement, and exquisite, agile form
A creature born of beauty, enchantment with a tail
Looking for her unfound love, unless it cannot be
But marry one, and she becomes...
Their own for company
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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Mythological Animals or Birds Contest
6/4/13
Written: January 28, 2024
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Under a shivery midday embrace
In a shade of algid sun's rays
a hung flamboyant, peacock flower
leaving the air agape
with their genius hues
bead petals shimmered
as gemstones lead the way
to nature's sublime dream
a soft breeze blew across trees
nurturing comfort of time
beneath a sparkling, lovelorn sky
With fortitude fetching flute tune
echoes through the valley
It signals cease of a journey
Its courteous aromas fit lovers
warmth rekindles dead twigs
nature's oasis is
vibrant and fragrant
vibrancy, stimulation
a gentle breeze carries
an intoxicating scent of flowers
enhancing sensory experience
Flames fiercely flare flowers
speckled sheen starkly studs
rosemary-blue butterfly
swirls in the air
as the Phoenix's skyline
dispels all gloom
a powerful song fills
the hallowed halls.
dreams and wishes
echo resoundingly.
Phoenix's tale of renewal
bravery and grace
is a story of vying
ashes deeming success
with poise zest
It's time for fresh
fieriness to flourish
and nothing can stop it
Winter doldrums are nearly over
restore obliterating radiance
bleak black charcoal
awakening an upward world
a kaleidoscope of colors
and a loud choir
utterly unique and dazzling light
ornamentals adorned stars
soaring high, aiming at the sky
Phoenix flight reminiscence
to achieve solace and delight
we glimpse ourselves in it.
3rd place contest winner
I ran through dewy fields
in the flush of morning
playing tag with the breeze ~
heard the sweetest invitation sounding
like chanting from meadow mermaids.
I followed the trail of a hummingbird
and the butterflies just laughed.
They floated gracefully with ease
from one bloom chalice to the other.
Joyfully I danced under the midday sun
I followed the fluttering wings
of some delightfully playful butterflies.
The meadow was a field of dreams.
It sizzled with sunny giddiness,
an exuberance that was contagious.
I’d say I was in hot pursuit
but I was actually frolicking in blissfulness
Lineku: 3 stanzas 5-7-5 of 5 or 7 words per line
AP: 2nd place 2025
Utterances
Grunts
Tech references aligned with the toetapping movements
Ya
Ya
Ya
Who is the secret gabber she pines to hear more from
Who crinkles the toes
Pasty white except for the summer's flush of pink and wear
A city oblivious
And she as well
Making this hush cellular moment special in most regards
Ya
Ya
Houston and Chrystie has never heard of such nonsense
Girls obsessing
Obliterating
The unsuspecting boys
Maybe someone gets laid tonight
Maybe laid out
And the rest
Resting on these beaten, grimey steps of Sara Roosevelt Park
Just looking to cut a break in a midday Fri toil
All NYers
Glad to be here
Glad to be afforded the life they have
As the smiley orange blonde drones on
And on
And on
Ya
Ya
(8/13/10)
For the day when thee head hits pillow
In that last breath of might
In that starry time of night
Where one travels to another world
Almost as lucid as ours
And envisions malice and might
Perched upon a hill
Awoken adjacent to a mighty spire
Gleaming of silver, selenium, and solitude
Upon day it stood still
Casting shade guided by time
But as twilight faded to night
It shone beams of miraculous light
Perched upon a hill
A picturesque scene
The Autumn breeze blew tales of wonder
Down the fields of green that grew yonder
carrying the scent of the azaleas and sweet grass that bloomed below
¬¬¬A glimpse at such a sight
A pleasure by day- Gift by night.
What a sight to see
If only you could see it with me.
And their she will be waiting
At the foot of the spire
Bathing in the midday sun
Waiting for your return
As she loves you so.
You will be united once more
And live happily forever more
But this world is no place for two
Only accessible one person at a time
Stuck in a periled pantomime.
I love you so
Goodbye my darling.
It is twelve fifteen and the sun is blazing orange!
Hummingbird's on the bloom and the sky is in the lake,
Cream clouds are moving slowly across a baby blue day,
Purple martin is on the wing and children are laughing.
It's just past noon and the butterflies are fluttering,
The deer are running swiftly in the tangled green wood.
It is just past noon and fragrancies are drifting far;
An abundance of wildflowers are abloom in yonder meadow.
It is midday summertime and intense heat is coming on!
Down the path she goes in lipstick eye makeup and rouge,
Coolly she is smiling quite unperturbed by the deluge.