Long Mosaic Poems
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‘Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs’
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tim had put on his winter coat and sat on the children’s swing
‘Never too old to play’ he pondered as he neared the clouds
Thoughts dangled from branching memories but he held firm
He leafed through the book of his life and felt moss in his heart
But the dusty pages had always grown rose petals among thorns
His shadows grew shorter towards the pinnacle of meaning
But the wind gently swayed his body and soothed his mind
On the ground a mosaic of nostalgia mixed with the seasons
Painted a monochrome pattern that sharpened his focus
Lines in the sand portrayed spiky reminiscence of shadows
He had been to morass of lowlands and peaks of fulfilment
Felt the bark on his skin and tasted sweet and sour fruition
Grazed his bare knees and cut through barbed branches
Fell on promises’ temptation beyond dreams in delusion
Rooted his wings in a canopy of compassion nevertheless
The twilight of contours and silhouettes reflected some truth
Which one he had not quite captured but a light led the way
The canvass below raised him into meditation and love
As he remembered Picasso who is said to have spoken that
It took him ages to learn how to paint like an untainted child
Just then all the pictures painted in the playground faded
And yet gained momentum when touched by a bare canopy
Into one message of epiphanous clarity tasked with blissful delight
It’s never too late to be the kid in a park I always longed for
Jagged at the outside I can see that youth comes from within
‘When life gives you branches fashion a wreath for your passion’
26th November 2019
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
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Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts,
the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone.
The battered wheels of a truck, spinning against morning frost, rotate into its eyes.
Berries, dropped by a robin mid-flight, are smushed and stretched to make fingertips.
Leaves colour and curl to form that receding hairline.
Winter is ambidextrous:
can wake in chill, just to later doze in warmth;
is neither gender, with its sex a fresh April daisy and an October mud pie;
has a diary’s dog-eared pages for scabs to pick at.
Puddles that freeze, melt, undulate, act as lungs: expanding. drip. decreasing. drip.
Toddlers’ mittens sewn to jackets decorate Winter’s mouth with a cross-stitched grin.
Winter has stained glass, fired in prayer, for flesh;
regurgitated cud as wrists.
It has clumped silt for a nose, dotted with freckles from sand;
vines that interrupt brick for hips.
Winter is not just winter but the culmination of a year,
with bark as its backbone: a spine that creaks, splinters and
protests against autumnal rheumatism, yet will
slip into a supple Spring bend with the gentle weave of a craftsman’s hand.
My heart shattered
When you shut me out
I’m trying to repair it
But there’s pieces missing
A piece remains with my late husband
Who I will love ‘til the end of time
Some pieces went with my pugs
When they crossed the Rainbow Bridge
Yet with death, there’s acceptance
Because of the finality of it
You put the remaining pieces together
In a beautiful, yet fragile mosaic
In time, you allow yourself
To feel alive again
I got too close to you
And you shattered my mosaic
Despite my best efforts to let you go
You still have a piece of my heart
I’m trying to put the pieces back together
But they just don’t seem to fit
I have come to the realization that
I am broken
I need to find the glue
To hold the remnants together
Traditional Format
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
he listens as the angels start to sing,
recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
the gifts we need are never under trees,
mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
united song with Christ, him to erase
so many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
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Acrostic Format
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
Imagine a Wall
Hidden away from plain sight
Somewhere down a side back alley
An aspiring art student one day
Choose upon this to paint
As in a dream a this vision he had seen
The previous night time before sleep came
A mosaic of pink beatles
Which spelled out the word
PEACE
With 1 red balloon string attached
And a single white dove
On each opposing side above
And in time come to pass the word got out
And people came to see it
Unfortunately though when enquiring minds
Duly asked what it's actual true meaning was
He had to admit he himself didn't have
The faintest idea or clue either
It was merely a vision from his dream
Now pink is just a color
Beatles are bugs
And both balloons and doves fly away
And Peace in itself is merely a word
Just a dream and a vision of death perhaps
And sneak preview of the after life
R . I . P
Enchanting chambers made of glass
Breaking reflections shatter falling into ruin
The history behind the tears and sorrow of a heart
Fragile echoes inside truth broken always sings
If this be loves beauty like dropping crystals splash
Speaks a language of one thousand tongues when the sparks fly
The soul released from thought
Faraway shadows cover a dream
When you have found what you're looking for
And always breathe in the beauty of nature
Silver buds glisten in morning dew
Millions of years before you or me
Weeping willow hangs heavy over us
These things and so many more
have made you and me understand
Blossoming sunshine shades golden
Crowned kissed by love in the summer rain
What a beauty to wake up to birdsong
Carried on gentle winds when they sigh
Hearing screams from the raven far up in the mountains
Secrets of the water flowing whispers
Our lives have a meaning here on this earth
Stars circle your space in another realm
Thoughts and dreams put together as mosaic
A moon smiles as shadows dances to a joyous tune
The smell of pine needles tickle in the nose
As a sun lights our footsteps with golden harmony
Commitment strong and sense of purpose is the key to life
13.05.2015
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)
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Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
Style speaks
Charm hurls voice
Cinqku profound
Understanding transcends
Surprise
Heed now
Sensorial
Feel nature spark
Movement in mundane glimpse
Blossoms
Smile sweet
In plain sight
Love light aglow
Live with sun and shadow
Blessings
Sensuous
Curvy lines
Kamasutra
Adrenaline pleasure
Rapture
Live wire
Electric
Feisty field trip
Quantum soup reflection
Wonder
A maze
In a daze
Wander in craze
Grandeur and splendour ace
Bright gaze
Look now
Deep within
Go deeper still
Beyond sure heart and will
Reveal
Venture
Adventure
Avoid censure
Measure beyond measure
Pleasure
Without
Not within
Vain disclosure
Dementia attending
Mindless
Warm gift
Momento
Downtown shopping
Branded goods selling cheap
Loose change
Calm cheer
Sits right here
Twirl of sweet spheres
Sensory upheaval
Touching
Hello
Keep in touch
Before the end
Tunnels jolt twist and turn
Goodbye
Tour group
China calls
Holiday trip
Glorious getaway urge
Five stars
Airport
Leaving now
Will be back soon
To be or not to be
Hurling
Report
Nameless
Missing person
Don't know what's happening
Query
Reason
Beyond rhyme
Problem puzzle
Jigsaw metaphor crafts
Unsolved
Twin hearts
Craft one love
Affair pleasures
Climbing up mountain top
Lasting
Lovely
Sensorial
Erotica
Primal pleasure mosaic
Climax
Nonsense
Unspoken
He says, she says
No one knows the ending
Nowhere
Words cite
New version
Verse craft wordplay
Awkward words in patchwork
Contest
Downpour
Flooding rain
Sudden wetness
Drenching weather report
Dowry
Live well
Touch and tell
Plain policy
Blossoming signature
Pleasing
Leon Enriquez
18 Mar 2014
Singapore
Four fast friends and I sailed away to war.
Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever.
On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor.
His sap of Spring gushed as blood and gore.
Joe’s gardens were the splendor of Summer.
Bright marigolds bloomed as his youthful kids.
One day he woke a viper from slumber
Leaving a widow with life on the skids.
Autumn’s leafy mosaic graced the ricks
With eye-popping colors down to the cricks.
Ben went for a cheerful leaf crunching stroll
Heart failing, in woods he fell with a roll.
Winter memories parade back to view
Medal of Honor friends pass in review.
Shedding tears for things that cannot be passed,
Will and I are racing to finish last.
Shafts of light pierce the gloom inspiration speak Those pictures in the mind paint my private space A well within-images, in the mind dreams and visions and things not known. in visualised expression rivers,rivers stream from my mind spring forth images,to find Within the soul of my experience Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy, waiting the warmth of encouragement lay dormant, seeking inspiration's light From this confusion, the mosaic of ideas harmonizes, First an outline,then in silhouette,each unique line,a perceptible signature, and more personal than diary.This spontaneity releases the extrovert squeezed out as rain in an arid world Artistic inspiration paints itself., .A confusion then evolves into the particular scattered here and there,colours everywhere. succinct,complete of itself, never to be reproduced it stays unique,of me,for all to see