Long Moil Poems
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Written: August 05, 2023
Put Yourself in Their Shoes Poetry Contest Sponsor- Eve Roper
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In the realm of dawn, where hope does reside,
We eagerly anticipate the forthcoming day.
With hearts ablaze, our spirits do confide,
In the radiant glow that lights our way.
Amidst the fields, where laughter abounds,
Goats and poultry prance with playful glee.
Their antics, a source of amusement profound,
In this realm of joy, where harm flees,
As the sun rises, painting the sky with gold,
We stand ready to harvest the flourishing wheat.
With hands strong and hearts steadfastly bold,
Seeking our livelihood with an unwavering beat
In this realm, our purpose is clear.
To bolster those we love in danger and despair.
Through toil and sweat, we hold them dear.
And find satisfaction in showing we care.
We work the land, our bodies in motion,
Balancing moil and recreation embrace,
Maintaining echt health, a lifelong devotion,
In this realm of dawn, where hope finds its place,
With dutiful hands, we carry the weight of hay.
Symbolic of the burdens we bear in life,
But with love and grace, we find a way.
To ease each other's load and strife.
Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just
Below.
Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon the river...
Banked heavily with frosted
Bulrushes
That shifting breezes once did so
Stiffly blow;
The faltering current,
That sped the pied Dipper,
Patiently seeks out the quiet
Devotions
Of her beguiling flow.
When the drawing Moonlight
Gives way to purple Twilight
In the gloaming
Of Winters sharp days;
When the yellowy willows
Weep watery glints
Lingering and loitering...
Pining for long Summers slanted
Rays.
For far, far, high above
Over the old red-bricked mill...
Whose creaking sluice gurgles
With long melancholy sighs:
Heavens twinkling stars,
Held briefly in abeyance,
Partially obscured by thin veils of
Dull-leaden, magenta tinged skies.
Where the low horizons fall
And briefly meet the mornings
On heathered moor, open field,
And inland shore:-
Here beached boats dreaming
Of white crested waves;
Soon the keen plough will make
Ready
To score the deep furrows once
More.
Now our Lady Skadi,
Purest and resplendent,
Through driving sleet
And blinding blizzards will ascend -
Returning to aged fortress
Of eternal Utgard
Leaving her thawing snows
To dispel long Winters End!
Extraneous entities.
Isochronious through space.
Alight upon Terra Firma.
For Aurelian they chase.
Imperative they seek,
a golden sheild to divide
Havoc our sun reeks.
Nibiru must survive.
Harsh and deadly the conditions.
A planet so deprived.
An atmosphere
once guarded, safe for them to hide.
So protection they wisely devised.
To stop their homes demise.
Amalgamating chromosomes,
creating a new race.
To moil in the mines.
Resourcefully we keep up
a steady pace.
Pyramids ordered errected
As a beacon for us all.
Knowing they would leave someday
a terrestrial distress call
Accumulating auric.
Unleashed it's mystery.
Enlightening there descendants.
Us, their dynasty.
Prosperity and knowledge,
they gifted unto us.
Granted freedom to succeed
or disintegrate to dust.
Great monoliths constructed.
A seasonal devise.
Assisting homosapians
to continue on with life.
Wisdom now forgotten,
buried deep in sands of time.
Ascending back to
paradise so grandious,
beautiful and quite divine.
Leaving the half breed children behind
The ones that once remembered,
left clues for us to mind.
In ruins, signs and depictions.
Cryptic messages to describe,
proud Kings and Queens.
The makers of our existent kind.
The missing link,
unfathomable for us to think.
Yet, we cannot seem to recognize
what's right before our very eyes.
I Almost drowned,
which is to say,
I fell upwards into a darkness
that contained no earth or sky.
Ten years old and a strong swimmer,
but that lake only buoyed up
its own natatory denizens,
it allowed some to swim,
some to glide, dip or delve,
but it consumes skinny 10-year-old kids;
that being the cloud spawn of an alien shore,
must be dragged down and chewed,
like the pale moons reflection.
The muddy waters are one creature,
a sucking swirl, a single stomach,
it throttles, it snags with cuffing weeds,
clogs with the intestines
of convulsive ghosts.
I am drowning,
then they pierce that lusus naturae
with a long pole thrust from a skiff;
yank me out of its crushing press
like bait from a basilisks reeking maw.
Years later I still awake
from that heaving ‘lac sombre’,
an infection of the imagination
I’ve been harboring parasitically
inside the moil of engulfing dreams.
Perhaps incongruously,
it takes some time before I will enter rooms
with too high a ceiling.
A POET AS METAPHOR**********
I am a poet from the common ground,
From thIs blue planet’s distinctive character— of
Continental shifts and rockslides, from valleys to Mountain crowns — always toiling to reclaim itself.
I am a poet from the land and moil tread
Over by hooves; feet; farmers’ tillers; uncounted
Legions of warriors; and, too, raindrops blessing
My thirst: before a scorching sun depletes my plenty.
My roots scatter forth in every direction —
Of a lightless substrata and above over the surface
— Unalarmed by obstacles, they will simply
Course under, around, through or over
To the next stanza of life in modes questioning
God’s necessary work on his majestic tapestries
Comprised of inspirations and threads, instincts
Or the free-willed interactions of all his created.
My voice among all humanity, has seeded slowly,
While fertilized in aloneness; self-taught In youth
By the Romantics; and lately by wielding an adz
To stones til thunder struck forcefully out...
To now, drowning the body, unleashing all
The buried emphasis to sprout through: thus,
The young blades grow bending to this way
Then that in more harmonious breezes, gracefully
Brought on into verse, urging response. So rest,
My poet’s soul, for the solitude’s been peeled open,
Your pages teem with sister metaphors spiriting up
Their wings in turns around the great lakesides.
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