Long Passage Poems
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Disaster is imminent
shout the popular press
and the anointed
from lofty pulpits. Wars,
pestilence, earthquakes,
divine wrath are about
to be visited
upon a wayward world.
Meanwhile, a lovely still
has settled on the surface
of the river and has become
a canvas for a pair
of swans on which to trace
their brief passage across
a mirrored morning.
Beauty seems so fragile,
tethered to a moment
when the sublime manifests
itself through a tear in time
and gives pause
to the march of armies,
the self caused calamities
that rush towards
our little, insignificant lives
and illuminates
the sad distances we have
opened up between ourselves
and what burns brightly
at the centre of things -
these lovely mirrored mornings
to which our stiffened backs
are turned.
Where do you want to be and how soon
That you enquire of the shortest routes and fast cars
Always on your way by sun and by moon
Oblivious of whether your skies host guiding stars
The Lord only makes you tarry for readiness.
It's not a passage of time but patience in its perfect work
To purge obscure evils and with righteousness fill your emptiness
That your clean house be without space for which temptation lurks
A man and his wife sold a field.
Gave part to God claiming that they gave all
Must fear more than love be the surest unction for man to yield
Must he fall so far as a finger to write his end on the wall
Your Father in Heaven tells your hearts not to be troubled
Seize moments to do good but sprint not for sorrowful riches
For by faithfulness Job was restored and his wealth doubled
Turn away from the underhand that the world subtly preaches
K. Muitherero.
Neptune must have used as parchment
Mother-of-pearl to inscribe his laws
For he’d richly rewarded the oysters
With an oceanic spa.
So, while seeking calm through deliberation
And enjoying the mud bubbles of my bath
Who should I spy in the distance?
But Calamity trudging up the path.
His foot arched out proud and haughty
Like the neck of a noble steed
As he pulled his crustaceous carriage
At a break-neck snail speed.
The mud began to feel like mortar
As I stonily watched him draw near
That audacious, contemptuous clam
Made my heart cry out with fear.
He passed by slow and haughty
Like an imperious, dismissive sigh
But as my tension began to dissipate
He kicked a mudball at my eye.
I watched warily, his insolent passage
Until he was but a tiny speck of dirt
Knowing I'd formed another pearl of wisdom,
From that impetuous, narcissistic squirt.
McKee Springs petroglyphs
southeast flank of the Ulnta Mountains
twenty-two miles past Quarry Visitor Center
a long ways from Kansas City
take island park Road
it is impassible during wet or winter weather
call and ask before you attempt passage
do not touch the story-telling petroglyphs
they are fragile and irreplaceable
do not trace or rub, you could ruin them
the park is heavily patrolled too
dinosaur remains are visible there also
embedded in the rocks
hinting at earlier civilizations and species
both cultures there to view and visualize as you may
feelings of connectedness with both ancients and dinosaurs
found few places in the continental USA
but found there
We Are One
Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons
My voice
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age
I have always known you...
I have heard your
Quiet whispers echoing in
The night coming close to me
I call to you ...
Let me be a part of your breath
I have always known your wounds and sorrow
I see the light and magic in your eyes...
The pain you carry so eloquently
I see your reflection in the clouds above
Carrying your soul wound on your sleeve
I see the deep crevasses and lines
In your grandmother’s hands
I hear the secrets beneath the earth of
Your grandfather’s footsteps
I see your reflection in the twilight
Of the evening... against pink watermelon hills
Your voice beckoning me onward closer to you
I see you in the moon and stars
Your buckskin dress adorned with
Ceremonial beads
Abalone shell against your forehead
The dirt beneath your moccasins
Grateful for the kiss of your dancing feet
I hear the echo in the distance of songs
The Elders sang...
During their passage here
You are born into a woman
Before my eyes and heart
Before your tribe
Before nature
A wise new feline
A mystical power with endless allure
A force that lifts and unites us all
As one
Your rays blessing us and leaving
A welcome imprint on our hearts
My Ancient sister
I drink in your wisdom and grace
I fly on your wings
You have shown me your world
Watching you dance
Becoming you for moments in time
Your silhouette etched by
The wild flames behind you
A glow radiating into
The night sky
The stories of your Ancestors
Filling the air with
Words and lessons and song
Notes sung into clenched fists
With bloodstained hands
The children and animals
Sensing all that was
And all that will ever be...
The call of a distant bird
The thumping of your cane on
The hungry earth
Keeping time with
The movements of your body
You will look back on this
Day as you walk with the
Same cane down the path of
Old Age...
Your wisdom
Cupping your heart gently
Ancient Sister of mine
I am in gratitude for
Your strength and courage
The kiss of your words and
The teardrops of your loss
Susan Lawrence
Copyright 2020
Original Artwork
Susan Lawrence
Sometimes, it's hard to understand,
Why people always come and go;
Sometimes, their sweet goodbyes are more painful,
Especially if you love them so.
Along this winding road of life,
Sometimes we need to know,
When goodbyes broke our heart and made us cry,
Prove that in ourselves, we can always be true.
Let not heartbreak be the end,
Remember that in real friendship has no limit;
As long as in our heart, good memories linger,
In us, good friends will likely be here forever.
Looking back the times when I met a friend,
Who was so sweet, loving, faithful and true;
Seemed as Jesus came personally in my life,
To stay, take good care of me and love me so.
You and I really need to know,
That in friendship, two people both grow;
Truly, good and loyal friends make us strong,
They are always there to lean on.
Don't ever forget these words, dear friend
Only in prayer, God keeps us together;
In this world, we do meet friends
Some like us much, some are nice and some aren't,
Most importantly, we grow and learn from them.
Of all the things in this world,
Bird's passage is by which meeting friends is most compared;
A person whom we've felt the true friendship,
In our heart he will forever remain,
Although, you say goodbye or thank you to him,
Still, friendship isn't the end.
Note: A goodbye message to my dear best friend, Sally De Ocampo who left for U.S.. Her initials appear on each stanza. She requested this poem from me on her birthday.
First Place
Contest: Friendship
Judged: 6/9/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet, PD/Linda
Passage
Young boys prepare to slaughter chickens
they’ve pampered and hand-fed for weeks
now, first killing for both.
The same stump where they learned to split
kindling for a snug fit in the belly
of the old cook range:
The axe honed to a feather’s edge.
White carcasses bleeding under a blank sky,
lined up in single file according to terms
laid down by those who came before.
The reasons given are sound, it’s how things
are done, the ground littered with feathers
and entrails, the stump red,
The stolid harvest noted in sheepish grins.
HAIKU GLIMPSES #1
Busy corner
Clash of zigzag feet;
Small talk echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Post Office crowd
Orderly queue;
Minds elsewhere
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper vendor
Overstock complaint;
Financial problem
~~~~~~~~~
Outdoor gymnasium
Overgrown kids cluster;
Mental muscle
~~~~~~~~~
Beach barbecue
Motley bunch mingle;
Strange faces
~~~~~~~~~
Holiday mood
Not much to do;
Mental vacation
~~~~~~~~~
Seaside stroll
Small crabs scurry;
Monster feet stomp
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Can you hear;
Mermaids singing
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn light unfolds
Dust through sunlight;
Energy percolates
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely songbird
Serenades dawn;
Regular visitor
~~~~~~~~~
My nephew Xavier
Army boy now;
Rites of passage
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely feelings
Sentimental tunes;
Yesterday's flashback
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2015
Singapore
Under the sky of revolutions, the architects of absolutes rose,
cloaked in the pride of dogmas, their words bleeding on the edge of new chains,
shouting freedom while forging other shining shackles,
and the air smelled of paradox, each faction a sharp blade
cutting its own throat, all in the name of continuous progress,
but how many empires must suffocate under the weight of their beliefs?
A circle of fire that consumes itself, preaching the destruction of the old world,
stones fell, virtues disappeared, leaving only the threads of chaos,
in their eyes, ideals were not mirrors, but sharp weapons,
fragile when faced with harsh truths, they forgot that pure light also casts a shadow,
radicalism blooms where doubt dies, but the roots rot unseen,
any doctrine, absolute in its marrow, becomes a noose for those who question,
the prophets screamed about justice at any cost, but without mercy, tyranny only changes its form,
the ground trembled not from the weight of righteousness, but from ignored cracks,
history is a wheel, oiled with blood, spinning under blind convictions,
they danced blindfolded to the music of their own destruction, a question floated in the ash:
what use is a kingdom of rubble when the architects are buried beneath it?
In the end, they did not fall to enemies, nor to gods, nor to the passage of time,
but to their own reflection, a thousand truths warring until nothing remained
but silence and smoke rising from the ruins of a shattered dream.
Spring rain falls akin to a gentle mist
Soaking the earth with every twist
Beneath the soil, a world unknown
Where life takes root, and seeds are sown
As drops seep through the dirt and clay
A secret passage starts to form its way
Tiny tunnels, winding and vast
A network of life, that's meant to last
In this hidden world, creatures thrive
Burrowing deep, to stay alive
Worms and beetles, ants and slugs
All living together, in cozy dugouts
The rain brings nourishment, to the soil
A gift of life, that nature does uncoil
With every drop, the passage grows
A wonderland of secrets, no one knows
As the sun shines, and the rain fades away
Spring secret passage is still here to stay
A world within a world, hidden from sight
A reminder that life is always taking flight.
Written: June 10, 2023