Long Noon Poems
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If I could do most anything
A week to have for my very own?!
I'd put away the mop and broom!
The paper work would have to wait!
No rush to work, ....so what if late?
I'd put my chores upon the shelf
I'd sleep in late, perhaps till noon
I'd take the car out for a ride
I'd walk about the countryside
And lay along the riverbank
And toss some sticks, and take a swim
And ride my bike, and play some pranks
Eat peanut butter with loads of jam
And make mud pies....because I can!
And watch the ducks and geese that gather
Those ticking clocks?....Ignore....I'd rather!
I'd sit out in the sun that gleams
Among the trees I'd lie and dream
I'd head back home, and whistle songs
I'd make a call and right some wrongs
I'd take a nap and eat a snack
Then put music on and do a dance
I'd take a good book from the shelf
Curl up and indulge myself
A mom like me who hovers...races...
To keep the pace, going places
Helping, filling needs of many faces
Never has alone time...spaces
So one week's worth of self indulgence
Sounds like bliss...could it exist??
Perhaps I should find a great disguise...
Would that be wise? Go undercover...
Just a week, sounds quite resplendent...
Just as long as it's not forever....
Sir –
We saw some lads matching
Free from their dungeon
Commandeered by a white-robed priest!
We saw them standing
By the rostrum of the Freedom Square;
Someone asked:
“Was there truly a freedom square?”
Someone replied:
“There was, there is, there is to be
A place where freedom smiles
At the people;
O! the gunless chaps got independence
In this hub of the nation’s epitome
Of scholarism,
Marbled under the fading sun.”
Now, Sir –
We heard the peals of the bells;
The representors made the call;
The lions came with their claws
And lionesses made their presence felt;
The forest was emptied:
She was ransacked to the full;
The rough beasts roamed a full noon!
In a wide silent forest of pantology;
Ah! no weak beasts saw this sole noon:
No goat, no sheep, no dog, no antelope –
The tough beasts breathed
A full day of nature’s breathe.
Form:
As a young kid back in the hood,
It was just me and a pet friend~
He was the joy of my childhood~
His remembrance would never end.
I called him Pup as a puppy,
Because the poops he made me pack,
Whenever he ate hushpuppy~
Which I enjoyed as a noon snack.
His name later changed to Hot Dog,
When that became his preferred meal.
At mealtime he'd happily jog,
Since dog food was then his raw deal.
He assisted in all my chores,
He followed me to every place~
He used to greet me on all fours,
From home to school, he kept his pace.
While returning home from my school,
On one hot summer afternoon,
He fell and got drowned in a pool,
To his death, I failed to attune.
Years passed, his memory lives on,
No pet made such a huge impart~
Of those beautiful days bygone,
His pawprints linger in my heart.
Beauty Pageant
Naked as a vintage grape is Vasalina Virginitita
Glowing oily in a noon day Sunday smile
A Spanish flower power child in full bloom
On display outside she wears no shoes or clothes
Pure thoughts fill her vacuous minds emptiness
Stripped of meaning walking queenly as she goes
Almost serenely collegiate with an air of confidence
Discretely open, side by side with her narrow thoughts
As narrow as the cobblestone streets she walks on
On campus and later into the hearts of fans and judges
Who grade her on the scale as a perfect 8
Beauty contests start this way
Separate the pretty from the ugly ones
For gifts and fame so she states abruptly
Step aside my ugly friends and followers
Vasalina must claim her prize
By virtue of being pretty since you are not
' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.'
_ Poet
Tale of An Ambivalent Guise
Day Dawn's ! Early Morn.
Crimson Sun in radiance.
Mr. Ambivalent Guise
roaming on non mowed lawn
even ignores to glance slant
on Her awaiting with scintillating look
at bated breath.
Idle noon : Pale placid white Moon
Anxious Girl with eager ears to listen
Mr. Introvert Persona's voice
seeming audible as His eyes to glisten.
No ! Stubborn silence not to splinter.
Afternoon merging dreary evening.
Mr. Dubious Phantom
seems to come close.
She rose to hold His hand :
He has neither stopped nor touched.
Mystic Mesmerizing night :
Mr. Morose Enigma
unleashing hard hesitance
undulating and vaporising
in escaping silhouettes.
Through chasm of wobbled peak of
rigid static mountain
oozing amorous flow
surging, cascading in opulence.
Emotive urge enraptured,
captured in Her heart.
One moment stood still
encumbering passage of eternal time.
Simple Single sentence
of six syllables
' I like you, Dear Sweetheart '
embellished Her dreamy desires.
01\14\23
Metrical Poem
Contest by Hilo Poet
Hey A Diddle, Diddle
The Cat has a riddle...
So when the dish ran away with Spoon
What station did little dog craft
giving big dog reason
to laugh at noon...
"... she works the wire..."
Regulishus!
More Regulus then Romulus
and brighter than Remus
I’d say
but not quite so famous
the heart of a Lion
called a raven shameless
ah but distinctly
I remember
once upon a Knight
in a dreamy September
flying embers knotting
in quaint surrenders tapping...
I nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
so I awoke to wander
“...It'za visitor...”
I uttered almost laughing
as his gentle naughty clapping
pleased and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
was quite inviting...
So I asked about the Moon
"...Who, I said, am I..."
I miss you at the start of every day
I miss you when the stars come out to play
I miss you in the languid afternoon
I miss you in the blazing heat of noon
I miss you in my dreamless midnight hour
I miss you when I'm sad and life is dour
I miss you when I'm happy and at rest
I miss you when I think of all that's best
I miss you, dear, I miss those sparkling eyes
I miss that giggle and your girlish wiles
I miss your curly locks of jet black hue
I miss the dimpled beauty that is you
I miss you, girl, no one can heal this ache
If I don't see you soon, my heart will break
So come on home; have pity on my soul
It's only when you're near that Mama's whole.
Eileen Manassian
Rust Never Sleeps In Machine Town
(Android Life Tied To The Town Clock Tower)
Intelligent machines tread heavy on ancient dust
Streets vacated in history make room for bots
Above the square a tower clock holds power
With the motion of two simple hands it moves
Counts out eternity, motion, order and more
The last remnant of the biologic ones now gone
Androids pray to Saint Nano of the Seconds
May their subatomic quarks live on forever
Synchronized down to the fraction of divinity
Where particles take mysteries apart
AI has no choice but to look up at high noon
It is a western town with no cowboys or saloons
Two bright lights fashioned in their heads go out
Rust waits for them in the afterlife suspended
Something must have happened to twelve o’clock
As the time piece above the town strikes five
Hands no longer move and what else is new
When androids cry they rust in place
Perhaps Machine Number One stepped in
The Master Programmer planned the end
Nothing exists for miles around aside from dust
Ghosts fill in the distance between heaven and earth
Rust never sleeps when machines shut down
For creators of the biologic ones time runs out
Oh! Sing and shout with all of our might!
Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah!
We have turned our hearts to the right!
We have turned from darkness to light!
We freely worship and praise
The Lord Jesus Christ!
Oh! Rejoice and sing morning
noon and night!
Glory Alleluia! Glory Alleluia!
Oh proclaim throughout every tribe, tongue
every kingdom and every nation
throughout the world! Let his
banners become unfurled.
Let every one who is in heaven.
And on the earth and under
the earth praise his holy name!
"He is Lord! He is Lord!
He has risen from the dead
and He is Lord! Every knee
shall bow. Every tongue
confess. That Jesus Christ
is Lord!"
Worthy is the Lamb of God who
takes away all of the sins of
the world. Let all the redeemed
of heaven and earth loudly proclaim!
His wonderful glory! And his matchless
Fame!
Victory belongs to the Lord Jesus Christ!
By his blood we have been redeemed!
From death, hell and the grave
We have been saved! He has
given us victory over death,
hell and the grave!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 20, 2020
edited February 21, 2020
It's a glorious, beautiful noon
I wish were dressed in green;
spring is around the corner.
Hosanna! Lavenders will soon be
in bloom and smell so sweet!
I'm sitting here
on a weather-beaten bench
watching birds hopping about,
tap dancing with their beaks.
Strangers walk past me, left and right
Yonder, the afternoon sun
hovers above a tamarack tree
being gently stirred by the zephyr.
I just spotted an eagle
commanding the sky solo
Hope floats happily
in clusters of alabaster clouds
It's powdered in faces, too
It makes my soul sing a song
with the cheerful birds
How beautiful is today?
*written outdoors in real time*
03/07/2021