Long Oasis Poems
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Noor* of Taj Mahal, jeweled in red stone
death or love, tranquil oasis alone
rich jasper and jade hanging on its walls
in cold melody, mourning music falls
Mesmerizing bride in gossamer gown
Veil reveals... the majestic palace crown.
A medley of corsage strewn in sealed dream
opulent facade, beauty is the theme
Pale blue sky in her iconic magic
wax melded moonlight triumphs a tragic
covenant of love, splendor celebrates
passion so strong will never recreate
Aurora of a queen in marble white
glinting Yamuna*, her sole copyright.
* Noor is an urdu word meaning Light
* Yamuna is the river on the banks of which Taj Mahal lies.
Taj Mahal means Crown of the Palace
19th July 2019
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free,
Bitter beauty escapes designs by premiers
And presidents,
Red-veined leaves untouched by the
Denizens of this desert.
Morality endures despite the sins
Of man, mere miles away.
Asleep at last, my small pond releases
Crawlers, bent on surveying the usual haunts,
Where spirits descend to warn of
Bad tidings, if wandering too far from this oasis.
In the moonlight, a pothole party regales
The gathered, with song and dance from the faithful.
Wind spirits, twirling nearby, brush feathers, leaves and
Tentacles, with soothing echoes. Green Darners rocket about, flashing
Smoky emerald wings, while fireflies spark the dark night.
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free.
07//06/13
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Written: January 28, 2024
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Under a shivery midday embrace
In a shade of algid sun's rays
a hung flamboyant, peacock flower
leaving the air agape
with their genius hues
bead petals shimmered
as gemstones lead the way
to nature's sublime dream
a soft breeze blew across trees
nurturing comfort of time
beneath a sparkling, lovelorn sky
With fortitude fetching flute tune
echoes through the valley
It signals cease of a journey
Its courteous aromas fit lovers
warmth rekindles dead twigs
nature's oasis is
vibrant and fragrant
vibrancy, stimulation
a gentle breeze carries
an intoxicating scent of flowers
enhancing sensory experience
Flames fiercely flare flowers
speckled sheen starkly studs
rosemary-blue butterfly
swirls in the air
as the Phoenix's skyline
dispels all gloom
a powerful song fills
the hallowed halls.
dreams and wishes
echo resoundingly.
Phoenix's tale of renewal
bravery and grace
is a story of vying
ashes deeming success
with poise zest
It's time for fresh
fieriness to flourish
and nothing can stop it
Winter doldrums are nearly over
restore obliterating radiance
bleak black charcoal
awakening an upward world
a kaleidoscope of colors
and a loud choir
utterly unique and dazzling light
ornamentals adorned stars
soaring high, aiming at the sky
Phoenix flight reminiscence
to achieve solace and delight
we glimpse ourselves in it.
3rd place contest winner
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There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz,
bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path,
becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those
moments when we imagined this oasis, out beyond the arbor
where our love bloomed as daffodils on a warm spring day,
when beauty was destined to the eye of the beholder as
it was to our little friend upon finding a perfect rose
Now as I peer past the fractured lattice, where weeds of all
shapes and sizes have gathered, my eyes become moist when
a pest bumbles towards my face and I swat it down.
As I watch it wriggle in the overgrown grass, yellow
and black bands desperately trying to reclaim its journey,
I see that day when winter set about your frail frame
and you wilted before my eyes
Picking up a stick I gently lift the insect from the grass
and watch it happily fly away, tiny wings on a chilly spring day,
glistening through the clouds that wrap this place in your absence
and I wonder if your wings are fluttering as I think about
you. When I notice a single daffodil blooming among the
bramble and thicket, a soft yellow reply fluttering in the breeze
and I gaze up to the heavens and smile
9/4/19
Written for: Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
I live in an oasis
One formed by the power of electricity
To pump day and night
From The River.
Day and night everyone along its shores
Waters their crops and yards, gardens and fields.
In the few years I’ve lived here
I’ve planted almost 500 trees and shrubs
To transform an old alfalfa field
Into a thicket of greens
Haven for mice and snakes, birds and bees.
Every day I faithfully reroute the irrigation
So that in a week it all gets watered.
If I don’t within just a few weeks
Everything would stop growing
And within just a few months
Everything would be dead.
It’s sobering to realize how tenuous our hold
On a place is.
Without electricity this whole farming valley
Would dry up and wither away.
With electricity, coming in fact from the water itself,
It is an oasis of life, calm and green
Filled with the joy of birds and bees
Humans and their trees.
My own place in it is temporary of course
But someone will come after
To keep the pumps going
Keep the sprinklers flowing
Until they don’t
And this moment in time is forgotten
As all things must be.
(5/5/26)
left you flat like a domino
Passe clings to crazy ways
Ramon is blitzed trying to bop
You two
What are you looking for
Eagley takes it easily
Stand just buy me
That's Bennie we call him the king
Davies bowing out he's going through some changes
Len and Mac Snooped out with the Doc
smoking imagination Chronically outback
well live and let
Back to the party
That's Abbey shes dancing like a queen
wants to live forever
That's Chuck we call him D That Tasty Tea
and he is G a professor riffing about the power fight
You two is he with you or
That's Will he picks up up about midnight
El tongue is pierced its messing up your song
This foxy lady will be anywhere the hens drink
Hes Garf and Si they are always silent
Say hello to mr blue Thats Skye
Those two who turned
the bar to an oasis
Definately pissed Maybe don't know
The guy by the Radio
thats head
hes a bit of a creep
Kurt was coming but there was something on his way
There Art Rick
He's a monkey
Eh Do i wanna know what
Can't here you
for the tunes
i never forgot
They offer no rope nor traction.
Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast.
A slow slide into the greasy crevasse.
Where lie soul-stiffening white jackets.
There seem to be infinite oceans of infinite critics.
Vast deserts without an oasis of empathy.
Powers that be will steal the last of the cherries.
Leaving mountains of bluish pits and pluming death.
Drunk clowns are juggling our happiness.
Squirting flowers filled with ink and lye.
To cloak the last bastions of gilded sanity,
To poison any goodness in our lives.
So, what are the children of silence to do?
Sit in their blackness and lick a sticky candy dish.
Surrender the ghost of a million to appease a few.
Or come out swinging in the light-with fiery fists.
Loneliness has made me a hopeless romantic,
I don't have the youth or charm to offer you,
I don't have the great health or wealth to share with you,
I only have me, a hopeless romantic, to make you smile at me.
When you first smiled at me,
your greetings ignited the sparkles of love in me,
I saw the mirage of the love oasis in your eyes,
I daydreamt of the fountain of affection in your smiles.
When you first touched my hands,
I almost got electrocuted by the loving sensation,
When I squeezed your hands with mine,
the sweats of love were born in the warmth of our affection.
When we were together for a few moments,
my loneliness hid itself in some distant corner,
Those few hours of conversation, fun and games,
will remain in my thoughts for days to come.
When you bid farewell with a gentle hug,
I thought I lost the biggest treasure in the world,
Even if you will be gone for a while,
Till we meet, I will be daydreaming about you day and night.
Introspection
suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream of raindrops
my body the rhythm maker
my mind the artiste
in a cocoon a rhythmic womb —
a primal nest gestates my om
b r e a t h i n g i n
b r e a t h i n g o u t
saturation of breath
soaks and stretches my cortex canvas;
within the indigo sphere
I paint a mural
upon my sacred temple walls
a self-portrait
with a benevolent brush dipped in starlight –
I surrender staying and portraying within the lines
uncaged colors roam
beyond my human extremities and Earth’s edge
gouache-plashes of teal and fuchsia
fraternize with fibers of flesh and marrow
conceiving abstracts as airy as sparrow dreams
as I - a mindful explorer flies an inner cosmos
beyond the confines of the canvas white
outside the frames of physicality and reality
to throw open window panes to the unlimited
to banish pains of the limited — free
my meditative spirit making art with the universe
Susan Ashley
September 7, 2022
~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Photo: The Seer; Laurie Bain Hamilton - owner of primalpainter
At the fringe of dark clouds of despair
Beguiling dreams gleamed like the silver lining
Created fluttering wings of birds of desire
Driven by the squally winds through the rainbow arc
Entered the realm of sunburst new horizon.
Flock of these birds flew in en echelon pattern
Glided across my mind, the lyrical design I discerned
Hovered on the rhapsody of delight in the cerulean sky.
I tried to seize them in folds of aspiration
Just before they could fly away to domain unreachable with
Kaleidoscopic panorama of my life in twilight
Languishing for long in the winter mist of bleakness.
Memory marooned in the middle of nowhere, trailed
Nostalgic garden path flooded by sunshine stream
Once cascaded in the valley of flower of my heart.
Pensive vision of the nascent dawn ascending
Quietly at the edge of my morose mind
Reassured me the birds would return someday
Sing the song of love I had lost in the alley of past
To the sandstorm of tormenting time that surged
Unabated across my jade meadow turned to wasteland
Verging onto parched dunes of the forlorn desert
Where I chased the mirage with my soul studded with
Xenoliths of my broken heart
Yearning to reach the oasis of your embrace, floating on
Zephyr of longing, saturated with stardust passion.
(As permitted in ABC poems, as per PS Types of Poems definition, I have covered 26 letters of alphabet in this poem)
Written : February 13, 2020
Contest : ABC Contest
Sponsor : Allright Poet