Long Misty Poems
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Snowing tonight ~ whispering, luminescent, dazzling,
Air misty, heavy ~ wind calm, serene,
Sights outside blurred, indistinct through the hazy window glasses,
Rooftops getting blanketed with white laces ~
A picturesque winter wonderland,
Treetops embellished with silver ornaments,
grasses caressed by soft touches of snow,
My heart is with you,
Craving for the profound tenderness of your company ~
If only you knew.
At the first demure light of dawn, open my eyes,
It's only you I think of.
In between numerous mundane chores,
Multitude of unavoidable responsibilities,
Hours of running meaningless errands,
I ponder about you.
At the end of an arduous day, before retiring to bed,
who fills my heart with magical dreams?
You ~ and the twinkle of your eyes ~
If only you knew!
So far away, exuberantly exploring unfamiliar countries,
You are immersed, building a meaningfully bright future,
Surrounded by charming delightful folks,
Sometimes a mysterious dream may wake you up at midnight,
You wonder why!
I write and write, pour my deepest thoughts,
My innermost hopes and desires, pains and agony,
Spend sleepless nights until my eyelids droop in slumber ~
If only you knew!
October 25, 2020
For "If Only You Knew" Contest (Second Place)
Sponsor: Silent One
August moon
Sparkling aura mimes;
Above the tall trees
~~~~~~~~~
Dusk comes early
Winter snow storm;
Foggy cold grips
~~~~~~~~~
Same moon presides
Over hopes and dreams;
Good night darling
~~~~~~~~~
Night light
Sleep tight baby;
Sweet dreams style
~~~~~~~~~
Late hours breeze
Cold winds play;
Misty moon
~~~~~~~~~
Curl of cold air
Empty winding street;
Not a soul stirs
~~~~~~~~~
Black crow
Stands at lamp-post;
Night song brief
~~~~~~~~~
By my bed
Drowsy moods collapse;
Deep sleep snores
~~~~~~~~~
Feel life sap
Juxtapose falling;
Abruptly gone
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2018
Singapore
Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting in classical style of renaissance art
Parading in front of our eyes on a thrilling train ride,
When orange glow of sinking sunset playfully smiles back,
As we savor shrimp-creole with red wine in the dining car
And train-tracks beneath us rhythmically clickety-clack
Negotiating the panoramic curves befitting forested lands
Announcing the mighty reach of whistling train-horn,
When the half-moon above peeks through twinkling stars.
Balancing gingerly footsteps we jaunt back to our roomette
Settling in on narrow bunk beds in a tiny modest space
Marveling the red, brown, golden foliage trickling outside
Falling on multi-color motif carpeting the misty grounds,
As engine screeches intermittently, braking, slowing down,
Screaming loud whistle-calls, approaching station stops.
We endeavor to sleep until dreams invoke beauteous dawn
Awakening to thick white clouds of dense morning fog
Slowly giving way to glorious sun-rays piercing the forest,
Where cheerful robins dance upon a long leafless branch
Welcoming marigold sunrise on the horizon’s blue path
As you and I reminisce in the whispering night of romance.
October 24, 2019
HM: Strand special by Brian Strand
From Atlanta to Washington DC on an overnight train
I have a desire so much keen
growing under my chameleon skin
to find me transformed whenever
I want to become a thing as I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become a lonely bird within
build a nest out of the flock there
fly free my own flight when I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become a tree ever so green
send my leaves flying everywhere
tell my story to the air when I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become a cloud pack not very thin
melt in grief to make my rains shower
flood the rivers to drown when I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become on horizon a rainbow lean
display in pride my attire of seven colors
span the misty sky for a while when I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become the fingers of a mother caring
stroking the forehead of the child for hours
till both fall asleep and I watch when I desire.
I have a desire so much keen
to become absolutely me deep within
show the world my face genuine and clear
hide the chameleon under the skin when I desire.
August 1, 2017
For Poetry Contest : The Poet's Ache
Sponsor : Greg Barden
again …
here I am -
a glum ghost
a somber shadow
I have come to dream
to pledge duty, your gleam
to venerate your foreday liturgy
ah, and mend the mist - the magical mist
another mercurial morn creature such as we
ever cautiously coy in its dark, shifting purpose
with foggy fingers it creeps shore-ward
tickling the rocks and rills with vexing facility
its dew-dripping appendages grasp the bluff
and cloak it in a brume shawl
sea's briny breath
braided to a blanket
covering all in a supernal spell
as if we haunt some lofty realm
paused between stars and steeples
to dance for the dawn's enchantment
but I am here for longing's sake
to entomb my pallid pining
priceless little maudlin chunks of my life
that I must forever let loose
whimsical moments spent here, made precious by another
a sweet syrup called "her" that drips from my being
and dribbles its way to my visceralities
where now it turns rancid with nostalgia
poisoning my spirit
you ...
with your winking perpetuity
shall be the last witness to my remorse
you - my lonely, reticent, stolid beacon
shall be the final testament
to every tear let in her stead
to every hapless heartache rent for her
to every soul-wrenching dream torn from the night
and to every last hush of her name on the wind
I throw it all down now
to crash on these jagged cliffs with the morning wake
to end where it was first entrusted
with the shutter of your winking eye
and the first misty beams ... of a new day.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Lighthouse" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
I first saw her sitting at a table,
sipping her coffee at a small café.
Her eyes were brown and her hair was sable
her smile the kind that takes your breath away.
Sitting and minding my own coffee cup,
steam was rising in misty morning air.
His darkened gaze met mine when I looked up;
his smile did curl a face so debonair.
Steam rose from her cup as it met her lips
our eyes convened as I walked down the aisle
this classy lady’s beauty could launch ships
as I passed her by she returned my smile.
Who could not detect his confident air?
his valiant stride like a peacock in plume;
this man with wild wisps of soft windblown hair,
his full lips like tender petals in bloom.
As her smile fades I can’t help but wonder
if her love is pledged to another man
and if we met would lives be asunder
disrupting the balance of life’s own plan.
I chanced a glance; his hand for glints of gold
eyes struggled and suffered a quick debate
a ring on the hand that I longed to hold?
for it would surely determine our fate.
Perhaps I should just admire from afar,
and not let nature’s balance come ajar.
I was lifted without leaving my seat;
it’s easy to love those we never meet.
"The Pavane"
Autumn leaves
whistle nonchalantly
along the left-behind
paths of serendipity
hesitantly touch fingers
lightly for a while, tipping
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
magic listens
and arrives
in the laps go-lightly
of racing hares
tossed salad years
and marshmallow dreams
of servile tortoise
pleasantville sown seams
stitching singers sewing
covers over pea-soup ethereal
conquered territory unseen
the unconquered all-knowing, unknowing
misty consommé seas
the spinning reals
seasoning dreams
like sails
stitching the wind
of evergreen the forests
tightly held in
the in-between
dells, we dwell subservient
free becomes the
shield held over
motto lux vitae
foot to pedal
watching you
reading me
dancing the slow Pavane
fingers lightly touching
faces veiled behind screens
elaborate
clothing
autumn leaves
winter arrives
peacock moves aside
it parts the sees, in parts
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
lux vitae
Autumn Forest Ambience
[Music by Adrian von Ziegler -
Autumn Forest, Relaxing Celtic Music]
https://youtu.be/Ha0i6RUu_Hg
Autumn.
"The leaves are all falling,
and they're falling
like they're falling
in love with the ground."
"The first breath of autumn
was in the air, a prodigal feeling,
a feeling of wanting, taking,
and keeping, before it is too late."
Winter.
"Nothing burns like the cold."
"Winter is coming."
The Pavane/ Pavan.
A stately court processional dance where Elizabethan couples paraded around the hall lightly touching fingers. Pavane means peacock and the name of the dance derives from the sight of the trains of the women's gowns trailing across the floor like a peacock's tail.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane
Love whispers gently to my heart
Heralding the ache when we’re apart
Lust beckons with senses of affection
Reflecting on the desire in our connection
Love compels me to free all my emotions
Creating feelings that are full of devotions
Lust delights in touching my naked skin
Stroking my waist with a desire to begin
Love urges me to feel free in my compassion
Liberating me to the need to ignore fashion
Lust stimulates my spirit’s core with a thrill
Teaching me to be thankful for longing’s skill
Love colors my world with vivid hues of scarlet
Exposing the ways I could have been a harlot
Lust opens the door to feelings of pure yearning
Touching my depths with a fire that keeps burning
Love encompasses me with feelings of concern
Coaching me to believe in the sensitivity I will learn
Lust embraces me with a pure and gentle craving
For the secret tenderness which is so lifesaving
Love amazes me with it’s beautiful faith in feelings
Summoning me to recall all the joy in my dealings
Lust fills my spirit with so many hot-blooded emotions
Flowing through my core the way of misty blue oceans
Love lingers within my sensations creating a promise
That all prayers will be in spite of the doubting Thomas
Lust breathes in my pores, opening the door to fascination
Filling my mind and thoughts with an enthusiastic elation
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
June 28, 2020
Prompt -
[] Upon a ridge In misty blue A lone tree Sways in song Dew drops Race A morning chill Calls Upon the dawn Season's change Rearrange A flowers dream Is gone A skyward gaze A quiet place Reflecting A long lost song
I feel the thrill of word windmill
Splashing down spine refreshing chill
Of whimsical rhyme making me relive
A simpler time this penning gives
Seasons change just as people do
Who is to blame for being blue
As life as sky as astronomers night
A tune that blooms in hearts in eyes
I feel salty as deep green sea
For it sings softly of lost loving
And I’m coughing up a cold breeze
Pressed roses and coffee comfort me
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May