Long Mistral Poems
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Now comes the wind,
stealth like creeper whispering
venting in the shadowy image of the trees.
A calm soft breeze easing in at first,
a sojourner on the bland gray skies,
dim lit end of winter's call, marching winds.
Rising high up in the atmosphere
dropping down as if a bird of prey
eyeing some tantalizing delights.
Breathless mistral bora chilling the air
swooping in unsuspected xlook
tantalizing the coastal seas to rise;
Breathe, taking in a sirocco
as it slips and slides north and east
riding zephyr upon the ocean currents.
To land across the distant horizon
snaking, weaving, twisting along the foamy waves
to touch the earth, twirl it up, down prairie mountain forests.
Now comes the wind
unseen figure spread wide and thin
catabatic current fleetings, scouring the earth.
This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!
UNTAMED HEART
My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
Written November 26,2021
(revised Nov29,2021)
John Derek Hamilton, Susan Ashley
How can i refuse
When I'm crazy on you
I have no other love
I tell it like it's true
When I'm alone
These dreams i have for you
You keep my love alive
Save my heart from turning blue
My tall dark handsome stranger
My magic man
Will you be there in the morning
Take you back to Avalon
On the mistral wind
This little queen and you
I'll be your bright light girl
Who loves you through and through
To dream of the archer
Private audition, i will give
This man is mine
Who'll make my heart relive
All i wanna do is make love to you
It's the desire of the woman in me
No longer strangers of the heart
These dreams, make me
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Groggy, I lay my unsteady head down.
My soul coiled from turmoil, soon forgotten.
To a whirling tunnel I fall, fall, fall;
a sleep that knits a cradle of cotton.
Amid an enchanted forest, yielding
old timber with faces, and creeping plants.
Where wildlife talk and rainbow fairies dance
all frozen in time by mistral wind chants.
I'm jealous of the nights. Oh, so alone
wanting to spend it with someone I love
swept away in the darkness tenderly
loving me even with the light above.
I turn to sound of shuffling leaves. The door
irised open and tendrils of blue smoke
bands of warm magic made my skin tingle.
The Prince of my dreams came through, then I woke.
11/10/12017
Ah, the air - so sweet!
Early Spring essences ...
Pine cones, lilacs and cherry blossoms,
With a wispy and not unpleasant hint of wood smoke,
A waft of campfires being carried up the valley,
Mixing with a light moisture from Bridal Veil Falls ...
On such a magnificent day!
Not much wind, per se,
But a gentle breeze nonetheless,
Created by the natural cone of the valley ...
A warm mistral sent north to mix with cooler air.
Gloriously clear and deep sky ...
No timid hues on such a morn,
But rather a deep Nanking Blue,
Making a statement to the sun,
(Still emerging from behind an evergreen horizon),
That it shall not take advantage on such a day!
This was a free-climb unlike any other -
The Salathe of El Capitan ...
A dream come true, and one to cherish, aye!
And now, finally, a positive legacy to leave my children!
Oh, it makes no matter that I didn't finish -
(That a piton lost its stead purchase of the rock),
It is the process that truly counts -
The courage required to have made the first four pitches,
That is something few ever realize!
That is what shall be remembered and talked of with regard!
I am as satisfied as a human can be,
And on a morning as glorious as they come!
A man could do far worse ... FAR worse!
Blessed, am I, to know such a remarkable day,
Immersed in the splendid colors and aromas and sounds of nature,
The sandy gray tones of the rock face sliding by,
The wind whistling a fond farewell in my ears,
And the immaculate crystal heavens dropping away ...
As I soar downward ...
To my end.
Written: January 28, 2025, for contest
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Maples dance in fugue autumn's breath,
Symphony of mistral whispers,
In rhapsody, crimson embers adorn the sky,
In the musical air, copper leaves dance,
A mirthful, free caramel trill stems from the clay.
Alabaster sky sparkles with magic flares,
Rainbow frescoes flash at times,
Butterfly sylphs mutter arias into floral seas,
Abalones on a velvet tide stir sunlit petals.
Nature's fairy chorus sings slightly,
A frosty canopy awakens chrysalis dreams,
Iridescent hues paint blue skies with magic.
Each hue speaks, from rosy dawn to auburn sunset,
evoking fall-fading charm and whispered secrets.
Alabaster dreams soar as frost kisses farewell,
The chrysalis trio dances to the fading light,
Each leaf and shadow carries rhapsodic sounds,
A nature-painted fresco with hues that merge into twilight.
Ó Poe, why did you
accept this function
of scarecrow !
Ó Thomas, if you
were a singer you would
be superior to Dylan...
Ó Lennon i could never
imagine that the dream
would be over...
Ó Emile you said that
you were nobody. !
But you are somebody
special, you are an admirable
poetess...
I am nobody... my poetry
is lousy...
Ó Frost, reading you
i did not feel cold...
I felt warm in my
heart...
Ó Shakespeare, to be
or not to be !
I simply prefer being
poet as you are...
How i would wish Neruda,
be the postman of your
letters...
Dear Gabriela, i always knew
Mistral were you...!
Ó Pessoa, how could a man
be so many poets in one... !
Whisper
The whisper of the eternal God tiptoes in sighs
Breathing inspiration to the artist and the pen,
Murmurs consolation to grieving eyes,
Shivers in the tamed typhoon of shame to the cheating heart,
Quietly touches a fearful hand in the breath of silence,
Awakening praises of devotion in new antiphons,
Caresses moments of illumination,
Embraces weakness with the sweet fragrance of grace,
Leaves the shadow of a smile in moments of a-ha,
Exhales breathless anticipation like the haunting flute,
Floats with yearning to share secrets in the sanctuary of creation,
Soft brush in wispy silhouettes for shadows of questions,
Fluttering perpetual vow - abiding in tender vows -
No cold mistral disturbs the flow of prayers and pleas,
Ever restless seeks the soul’s attention in an airy gossamer kiss,
Ever present guardian,
Everlasting whisper of the eternal.
Inspired by Whisper to Me - not entered.
6-16-20
Amidst forest sheath, shelters a castle once coppice
Yielded promises once kept now relinquished roughness
Shadows lace the ferns, cracks, and emboss moss; orchestral
Pieces crawl upon the ancestral stone castle walls
Noiseless dark and foreboding hypnotic mistral wind
Surround and bound my realm of one with one and all blind
Ought I, beget this magical slumbering beauty
Verdant tapestries would flourish my solemn duty
Sovereignty thereof my own medieval kingdom
Beauty in its grandeur, brandish domains sublime rhythm
Kingdom undivided ruled with integrity
Capture back what had been once blessed with its legacy
Days would chuckle with praise of honeysuckle sunlight
Rewriting freedom like the ocean waves move to bite
Bathed in the light will flourish enjoying the harvest
Overflowing wealth of golden fields, rivers, harnessed
Gardens comfort lambent skies through nourishing seasons
In my reign; doors open welcoming to the region
2/25/2017
My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
composed November 26, 2021
(revised Nov. 29, 2021 – posted Nov. 30, 2021)
~ Poem Of The Day ~
December 1, 2021
*Celebrated on John Hamilton's page*
Poet’s note: my dear friend, John, it was both a pleasure, and indeed, a great honor to collaborate with you on this special and emotionally expressive song of an untamed heart. Thank you for your gracious invitation for my pen to join yours in lyrical artistry. Your song writing skills are ever impressive! I love what we’ve done here and it fills me with gratitude to share the creative page with you.
John’s poet note: This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!