Long Myrtles Poems

The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic...

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The day that followed . . . 

Blossomed blue, bright . . . beautiful
	Clouds towering into the heavens
	Wheeling white, wonderful . . . wordless

	
The clouds danced in the expanse
Rolling on a sea of silence
Sailing soft,...

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Red soft velvet, forever in my mind,
purple and blue, every color of the rainbow.
White to near black emotional displays,
their meanings hidden in the multitude of their colors.

Once I shared my secret with you,
the flowers I...

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Diana, Nature’s Guardian 

Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian 
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.

I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild...

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Banked high above the eerie glow of a rising sun
                       
  ...

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Another yawn
'Tis early in the morning
4 a.m. again...now 6 a.m.
So I do what poets do...
Turn the pages of my brain
Searching for something
Old to share...or write something
clever and new...
Soooo here it is...
Hoping your day is filled...

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Another yawn
'Tis early in the morning
4 a.m. again...now 6 a.m.
So I do what poets do...
Turn the pages of my brain
Searching for something
Old to share...or write something
clever and new...

Soooo here it is...
Hoping your day is filled...

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Another yawn
'Tis early in the morning
4 a.m. again...now 6 a.m.
So I do what poets do...
Turn the pages of my brain
Searching for something
Old to share...or write something
clever and new...

Soooo here it is...
Hoping your day is filled...

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Nurse Tina went to work one day, feeling pretty good.
Things usually didn’t work out, just as she thought they should.
Today she said would be different; I feel it in my bones.
She smiled at everyone she...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
                     ...

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The Dry Dispatches 

To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge,
No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, 
and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens,
as human bones hypnotize the dry dispatches.
No,...

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Hey my friend,
Look over there, yonder through the myrtles,
Can you see them? The living dead,
Burying the dirt of a million graves,
Embalming the streets with their dead screams.

Oh please, grace us with a few words.
No one...

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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and...

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I wish you luck, the builder said. We poured all the extra concrete on that hill.
I found this a challenge worth undertaking. That hill is gorgeous now.
I have chopped out the concrete with an axe...

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In the spring of '23, at first, all looked pretty and free.
The first year in our new home, we anticipated a beautiful canopy
as the trees began to bear buds and beautiful blossoms. But then
came a...

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The prior property owners planted the most beautiful flowers.
We took possession last December, and this is our first spring.
For the first time, I noticed a lovely flower a few days ago
and last Sunday afternoon, pointed...

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In a few weeks I will forget that I had a wonderful summer tan.
It will be a stretch to remember what the beach felt like.
The rich lush flowers will turn brown, and their heads will...

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My yard is alive today.  Everything is moving out there, with the wet grass and
Mosquitoes and wood-ticks, and other biting things hiding in the waiting grass.
At first I thought I saw some other puppies...

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Myrtles in the mist
Sunlight streaming in
An ethereal presence
A rainbow of tapestry
Little light purple star flowers
In the ink green darkness
At the heels of the eucalyptus woods

A lavender lullaby, wordless
Bluebonnet faces shady with sleep
A hum of a...

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She had played down her house, had never mentioned its glory.
We were amazed when we saw it, knowing it would be quite a story.
It was not a mere house, but an Arizona hacienda on an...

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THE ADVENT OF SPRING

Daffodils and Buttercups blooming in profusion
Robins hopping frantically across the lawn
Searching for worms without intrusion
Trees budding and blooming -- Winter is gone

Ah, the joy of breaking out the tools
Beginning the garden projects...

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Wearing translucent blankets of golden sun rays
The trees looked bright and sparkly 
Enjoying the warmth of the shimmers 
The leaves started their photosynthesis factory
Showing its noticeable sophisticated pattern 
A cobweb was shining in the morning...

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The bare limbs on my trees have awakened

Written By Dean Masciarelli

March 21, 2011 (4:26am)


The bare limbs on my trees have awakened 

From their deep sleep and all of my trees have 
finally started sprouting newly...

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Burgundy
My dear Burgundy, I heard a purple, splendid tapping
Burgundy you color my heart, my soul
You, Oh!, so you said only this you’re in trappings red
I crave the crimson, cerulean canary yellow this I dread
And the...

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