Long Missives Poems
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O Marvel, Earth’s treasurers, Air and Trees
Hasten poet, bring your imagination, brandish your pen,
initiate your truths, bring your ideals – use oak, elm, and maple.
Poets die natural deaths, flesh deaths, but their words retain life.
Poets leave this earth plane, becoming dust to dust, under acorns.
What remains is all that ever was
All that ever mattered
Their ideas prancing like leaves
Dazzling, spinning heart-shaped missives.
Angels collect our spirits, and we do not hesitate
Traveling rapidly from this plane, heading toward Nirvana
Caring not what or who is left
They do not yet know us
But some will
Because of the parchment we left behind
The scribblings on trees
The acorns of ideas other poets will use to build their oaks
Some will peter out quickly
Others will turn into a magnificent forest
That shows the world what we meant in the first place.
Imagination Owl was tired today.
He had collected first and second editions
And kept the wolves and hounds away.
Everyone had heard about his collection and wanted a peek.
He was not against showing them, but he had a tired beak.
Tomorrow they want you to do a reading in Des Moines.
He was the kind of orator and reader that many seek.
He had a gravelly voice, and he rarely charged more than a coin.
Not tomorrow, he stated. I need a break of a day or maybe two.
He was tired of fan mail, suppers with widows and old maids.
He sat down at his fire and played a bit with the annoying flu.
Then opened up some missives and read those that made the grade.
When he finished reading the things that delighted him the most,
He took out a pen and wrote the beginning of a fine exciting tale.
He would apologize to his agent, his mother, and his persistent host.
But tonight he wanted a good book, a fire and some fantastic ale.
Curving, swirling, in moonlit stance, butterflies merrily dance,
Undulating tenor of nocturnal music, beneath stellar expanse,
When celestial orchestra plays, occult notes of galactic tune,
As titillations of love croon, mystical lyrics of melodious moon;
Echoing doting rhythms, twinkling revelry of luminous stars,
In realms magical, scintillating thrones of Venus and Mars,
As longings of soul blossom, spurring reveries of romance,
Where I decode latent missives, glinting your esoteric glance;
Enamored in tones ambrosial, humming riffs of moon song,
Cherishing sweet promise of love, reverberating lifelong,
Exalting fantasies of awe, emanating from ethereal heart,
Edifying ecstasies of morrow, as shadows of bygones depart;
Enlivening themes longed for, in womb of romantic night,
As we embrace paradise of passion, desires ecstatic ignite,
Lauding refulgent beams of moon, glistening fervid space,
When ardent images of grace, memories beloved retrace;
Waltzing in airglow above, thrilling on wings of butterflies,
Attuning to sound of music, resounding in lambent skies,
Choreographing a ballet love, rowing aura of galactic stream,
Enchanting sensuous theme vying shores of utopian dream.
Purposeful thought leaders, empowering intellect they reign,
In disposition phlegmatic, indifferent to pleasure or pain,
Rejecting emotions vain, impassive within taciturn domain,
Questing for mindful contentment, virtues of reason ordain.
Missives tolling of rectitude, emanate from heart and mind,
Guiding sanctity of awareness, wisdom virtuous aligned,
Maximizing positive thoughts, amplifying tendencies kind,
Of knowledge and understanding, spirits tranquil designed.
Freeing from distress, achieving balance in purity sublime,
Reverberating in noble song of life, echoing through time,
Strumming happiness, where refrain of reason is prime,
Where goodwill of speech, and actions benevolent rhyme.
Enlightened people find harmony in realms of self-control
Overcoming disturbances that in silhouettes of past troll,
Vying aspirations of tomorrow, enamored in sanctity of soul,
Consciously shedding negativity, passions imprudent extol.
Volatility of perturbed life calms, embracing thoughts divine,
As sapient ways of erudite mind, on arc of cognition shine,
Triumphing over negative vibes as dissonant distractions decline
When goals of reason and acts of virtue inextricably entwine.
Eagerly I arose to welcome winsome spring
Anticipating an ebullient, sun-swept morning
Only to witness opaline skies turn gloomy
Shrouded in dampness of rain pitter pattering
Swirling dust emanating petrichor themes
Scattering dreariness on visage of dawning.
You too were awed, extolling scenic setting,
Lauding crimson hues that darkened swiftly,
Adulating rustling winds swaying maple trees
With echoes of thunder heard intermittently
As gray clouds hung closer, roiling hastily,
Pouring down streams, flooding streets rapidly.
Farther in distance, storm was now fleeting
Where sun’s golden rays began emerging
Scintillating mountains in amber ray beams
Lifting my spirits in birds’ rhythmic chirping
As your intimations warbled amorous hints
Arousing rhythms of romantic heart strings.
Charmed by tempo of dawn’s chromatic arc
As rising sun vanquished remnants of dark,
Lovingly we embraced missives of love spark
Echoing lyrics strummed by doting hearts,
Drawing inspiration from gilded azure skies,
Hypnotized in allure of your enamored eyes.
November 11, 2022
Placed 1st: Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
"Grenades"
When Humpty fell off the wall
she stood over the mess
that bad egg left
like a marauding architect
she was holding two pistols
the smoking guns
of a life peripheral
stitched up surreal
where the heart
sits in the middle
like a key swinging
constant metronome
beat, click-click,
like time spent
running a risky
poetic kingdom
where music
like grenades
blew up and lifted
pretend leaves
departures
like a death wish
kamikaze pilot
escaping
from a dead plot
holding onto the strings
of words, lit up
like neon balloons
containing messages
the base note revealed
underneath the stained seats
of bad actors fates sealed
pretending
a life at Freedom
Saab living slipping
charm like butter
rubbing between the bars
like soap on the tongue
with Sister Christmas
enabling spoilt collaboration
with unsuspecting customers
the orchestrated lies stumble
dead and buried, white flags torn
lying under the rubble
cool assassins
never come undone
delivering their missives
what's mightier than the sword
belting out their
golden semicolon chords
the disengaged pause
now released
the trigger pulled,
click-click,
now shot like
bullets from a gun
the heart,
a grenade
cool assassins
seen standing
their ground
steam punk
for all they’re worth
in their stormy
cloud ridden
kingdom come
the heart,
a grenade
more lethal than
sword
more explosive than
bullets from a gun
disengaged
with the engaged
click-click
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“But since he pinned you, baby
You're a porcupine”
“Crack, baby, crack
Show me you're real”
She is known as Dotty,
her actual name is Gertrude,
that secret she will take to her grave.
Powerful people have always sought her out.
Edison visited in the summer months,
he proposed many times,
but a man that would electrocute an elephant
just to make a point
could never have turned her head.
Teddy Rosevelt visits, sadly his ghost
has not lost any weight.
He has an affection for her,
they manage some careful lovemaking
in the long twilight hours.
She enjoys the half-light now,
dreams of other voice that had wooed her.
Sometimes she spies little Gertrude
peeking over the foot of her bed,
but she is not at all ready to permit her existence.
Elderly hands cover eyes.
Gertrude has taken on a life of her own,
Dotty does not approve.
The old lady has kept many a romantic secret.
She has recorded her favorite erotic memories,
she keeps these missives in a carboard box,
under her bed.
Perhaps with a tinge of remorse,
upon the box lid, she has printed the legend:
‘For Gertrude when I am gone.’
(Sing to the tune of Close to You, by
the Carpenters)
Why, O, why this night has nary a clue
Yet, my darling how you always knew
Dream of the night is just me and you
Just me and you
Why, O, why stars up high zealously pry
When doting moon vies marigold skies
They love it too, the dream is so true
Just me and you
When so far you are, yet so close you feel
How earnestly whispers of longing plea
Unveil gently the missives of memories
Just you and me, sweet as can be, yearning to be
Why, O, why nightingales echo the tune
When song of the dawn robins croon
They love it too, the dream is so true
Just me and you
When so far you are, yet so close you feel
How earnestly whispers of longing plea
Unveil gently the missives of memories
Just you and me, sweet as can be, yearning to be
Why, O, why this night has nary a clue
Yet, my darling how you always knew
The song of the dawn is just me and you
Just me and you
The song of the dawn is just me and you
Just me and you
Ah, just me and you
La, just me and you
Ah, just me and you
La, just me and you
October 13, 2021
Poem of the day on October 14, 2021
Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily.
Maybe.
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily.
Meanwhile
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals
Might mean
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives.
Moreover,
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians,
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men
May
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders.
Meanwhile
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory.
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.
Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life,
Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife;
Assume charge of your chosen path, obey rules of road as you ride,
Pursuing life’s aspirations you vie, with compass of mind as your guide.
Beware things luring you with glitter, may be just metal, feigning gold,
Love superficial, love that is shallow, never the love for you to behold;
Don’t let a mirage~ a spurious illusion~ become an aspiration of hope,
Life, a vast ocean, as it ebbs and flows, learn to navigate, strive to cope.
As shrouds and clouds obscure life, seek enlightenment to wear a smile,
Defy encroachment of grimace, defy the vibes that cramp your style;
Embrace blissed domain of empathy, proffering missives angelic, kind,
Yield to others, who are lost, show them the egress destiny designed.
Build your abode on pillars of morals, revering honesty, and trust,
For they are the hallmarks of people, respectable, equitable, just;
Mind your paradigms and proverbs, practice always what you say,
Extend genuine gestures of regret, when actions have gone astray.
Be grateful for family and friends, honor them in prayers of heart,
Create keepsake albums of memories, life-scapes endearing impart;
For they are the priceless treasures of love, omnipresent lifelong,
Inspiring, nurturing you, reassuring all along~ love can do no wrong.