Long Pattered Poems
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Well there you are
I have slithered into the wrong home tonight it seems
I sniffed out the repugnant ward and I don’t like what I see
You were magnificent in the face of all beholding you
But your conceit is a trap that even I, the snake, have fallen into
You mask yourself with humility
You compliment me to gain
Begging for the summer rain
Begging for the words that would settle your brain
You got it
But instead it rained on me
Showering me with dangling promises
As typical as can be
Empty
These words so execrably wasted on you
As if for a moment I could even dare CRAVE a poem for you
I do not hate you
I cannot love you
At times I do not know what to feel
Why do you do this?
Put on a show and hope someone will notice?
Do you want a nice pat on the back?
I am armless; I am all but muscle and scales
I am a dead carcass and yet you continue to compliment
The beauty of my revulsion
I hold it to my heart
This trap you set
I helped you set it right from the start
And you have forced upon me the mere THOUGHT of you
Taking away from my bitter lines
What empty necessity I have turned out to be
Some kind of trophy coiled around your feet
Walking all over me
I’ve hissed and I’ve hurled insult
And the rain pitter-pattered my distain
You rested knowing I would remain
You needed reassurance
You always needed GAIN
Well I’ll tell you
This serpent is drained
And oh how I hiss
I will not change into that typical mistress
That settles your conscience with a kiss
You will not have me
I will never kiss those lips
For you are as fake as can be
And not even a snake like me
Will help you in the deceiving
As everyone watches your show
The only one truly believing
Is YOU
Don’t hesitate out the door
I’ll swallow you whole
When the Earth Woke Singing
The sun came up, the day anew,
leaving behind the fresh morning dew.
The sky stretched endlessly and ached in blue,
making my grass and flowers stretch upright,
shaking off sleep in the morning’s hue.
While the sun shone low in the morning sky,
children emerged, wide-eyed and bright,
ready to explore and play.
Laughter and chatter could be heard near and far,
even before the day hid the very last morning star.
Before even the first cars and trucks hit the roads,
my topsoil had been pattered by bunnies and toads.
Then, as my roots unfurled to drink from the morning’s honeydew,
I again drank in the children’s hymn of promise anew.
Their shadows framed their joy, and the sun moved higher,
leaving my fields a tapestry ablaze with laughter.
Looking Back at Forest and the Storm
Friday morning and lightning rippled the sky
as I stood under a vast canopy
rustling leaves spoke
and I wondered
how to write a poem
with so much to say
the forest breathed
It was a Friday, the last day of the work week
waiting to go home but I listened
to the wind speak
in a language
I couldn’t understand
and rain pattered leaves
as it surrounded me
Back home I lived a life of mortals
did laundry, and saw friends
with so much to say
about my life with trees
and they were calling
me back
the language of gods
* braided haibun form
I never asked for this gig, she reminded them.
Her father was apologetic, but wizards are weak.
Her mother rolled her eyes at the weakness of him.
You will see, she told her daughter, there are those who seek.
We are mystical beings, and we have souls of gold.
We can fly into the night, and it never grows old.
You are lucky to be a witch like me, her mother said.
What about her auntie? Her husband asked. Isn’t she dead?
Your aunt never fully embraced the magical life.
She got wrapped up in drugs that took over her strife.
You will be like me her mother told her daughter.
Her wizard father kept his eye on his glass of water.
The teenage witch was not sure what her mother meant.
She was tired of being different, not feeling heaven-sent.
Her father pattered away, down the hall, and went to bed.
The teenager took off on a broom, and her soul was fed!
Scented Leaves
Flowery fragrance sorts divisive airflow and cooperates amidst plethoric aubergines that bathe breathlessly, brushing raised exemplars of strewn unfurled chartreuse fronds, lain in the wake of humble pattered feet enthralled in its tangy betrothed crisp path,
Ingratiating themselves against engaging tickles of countless laddered leaves being crushed, bursting citrus piquant squirts that flavors a blessed orangey tawny forest of verdurous lime greens and lemony leaflets of carpeted existence essences,
Autumn gifts a luminous prism of extraordinary combinations touching rainbow eyes to favor, and unimaginable pleasure of incalculable noses to savor, as per crowning Heaven, immerse its creation re sun-drenched over-shades lathered in a pool of multiple redolences.
2019 November 12
*1st Place*
SCENTED LEAVES
~~Kim Rodrigues
There came today a shower of delight,
which pitter-pattered on my window pane.
With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight.
Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain.
How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth,
for I was truly living in the “now.”
Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth
as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow.
I paused nearby my ornamental pear,
inhaling deeply, hearing skyfall’s sound.
The world was singing; fragrance filled the air.
I then began to twirl and twirl around.
Oh, how I wish to feel that way again -
so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain!
Rain taps at the window,
a song of secretive inuendo
lost in the rolling rumble
of distant thunder’s grumble
a drummer’s play of pattered rhythms
streaming light flashes and holy chrism.
Tip toeing down the siding
hard but on the ground gliding
slip sliding fast to the drainage ditch
soaking the soil there to be enriched.
Ponds form, pulling grass and dirt along the flow
into the circled churning waters moving and on the go,
waves of accumulated crests build up in the corners there
where the ground levels out and holds this place ensnared.
The water pools and ripples in the clouded shade
rain slows bringing rush of thirsty creatures on parade.
A squirrel, a rabbit, a blue jay and a sparrow
lapping up the earth’s parched liquid marrow
Worms rise from the drowning earth
life in silent unseen rebirth.
All the world is renewed
with rain in earth’s blended stew.
I'm the vessel of your verses
The voice of your vice
The product of the dream you nurture
The nature you hide
I'm the vessel of your verses
For better or worse as
I killed as much as I healed
For your own selfish causes
Though like I
Sprinkled in time – a wrinkle in time
Distort this course of pattered patterns
As we try to advise
I come from a plight your voice invites
Yet through that noise my choice is mine
I'll rhyme with vice from time to time
But rhyme my course through what is mine
To frame my words:
Picture my verse reversing a curse and nursing a hearse
Purging the urge to merge with the merchant of murder or worse
Piercing the person that persecuted my pride
Piercing the Plight that worsens the worth of the words I write
Purging my urges, the grudges held from the judgment of hurt
Purging my hypocrisy, when it gave you hurt much worse
The stanzas alliterate to reflect the repetition
The verse of illiterate veterans on a mission
To verse you in their permanent "medicating" religion
Most mean love, while most only deliver what's given
Years back, I shimmered in her glow
a city wrapped in rich crochet…
my best friend sipping espresso
down Vatican and lit subway,
where nights of Rome danced a relay
the hilltops breathing a pearled sigh,
embellished with aisles of bouquet…
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
While Latin tunes drooled an alto
near ruins of Colosseum …
glory be, Pope John Paul we saw,
as crowds waved, rare his decorum.
Until tears sparkled misty gray
inside vaults and arches nearby;
tales flowed of ancient kings’ decay…
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
The streets pattered, run-and- go
Along a queue for concert’s replay;
then awed by Sistine’s pomp fresco
while eyes fluttered in a thrilled sway!
How we raced as quaint shops called, “buy,”
arms cuddling tokens like piled rye
wishes blown, glazed as eve’s firefly!
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
On our last day, I needed to say
“Yes, I’ll come back before moons cry”…
since this heart pined for Rome each day.
I relished her soil brushed in dye!
Lin Lane's Take A Vacation Contest
Ballade--28 lines 2/16/2016
To the sound of pelting rain, I woke this early morning
Upon the tattered roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
I saw him in a dream and those that were shattered,
and of nights I'd spent without end, remorse spawning
Windblown rain pummeled windows. On sills it splashed
Obscured was my view, vision blurred behind each pane
Howled as does a wolf, thunder growled, lightning flashed
In rivulets like rain, was the weeping I struggled to restrain
Like blood dripping from a wound, as if my heart was slashed
That night, in shadowed lamplight I'd espied on the corner,
a familiar silhouette of one whose countenance was given
Green eyes stared at me, not with looks of a foreigner
No words were spoken as riven torrents of rain were driven
He was beyond the reach of this sad beseeching mourner
I ventured outside and into the sting of nettled showers
for just one more glimpse of him ~ that was my reason
On the street, scattered at my feet were wilted flowers
Fallacy, was an act Charlotte Bronte' would label 'treason'
Uncloaked and soaked, I stood with memories for hours
From grief I could not hide nor abide my mirrored face
His eyes were unveiled, and yet not one word did he speak
There were no spun silk threads, woven in warm embrace
He had raised no hand in farewell. A tear grazed my cheek
Without solace I would linger in portals of this empty place
I trembled, shivering and teary eyed. There was no mistaking
that sips from a tainted cup had the caustic taste of bitter gall
My impeccant knight chose as his right to claim this forsaking
Nimbus skies lay overcast without surcease of a graying pall
Fraught with an echoing ache I whispered, "My heart is breaking."