Long Pined Poems
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"I live bacause in my heart
you paint love as surreal art" - By Poet
The eventide sun spreads anew
in my garden the golden hue,
I see your beauty bloom charm
in the fold of my fervent arm.
The sapphire petals of iris bud
unfurl with enticing patina flood
in your dreamy eyes of dove
with the lilting luster of love.
The tiny drops of joyful tear
in the midst of your eyes’ flair,
gleam like gems of dew,
the pearls of charisma adorn you.
The reflected radiance of the shine
flashes yearning in the pined heart of mine,
the feeling fills me with romantic rhyme,
takes me to the edge of the stalled time.
In the trance of the fusing embrace
I swim in the sea of your grace.
The essence of your longing I crave to acquire
as I float on the waves of desire.
I wish you will always be
walking life together with me.
Your allure I will never eschew,
because I live to love you.
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April 11, 2023
Contest : Because I Live
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
When Spring’s soft murmurs broke the stillness of the rolling hills,
He took his guitar outside to welcome days of daffodils.
His music wound throughout the pines in greening melodies,
The gypsy lady heard them and was stirred to fantasies.
Across the daisy meadow, his tunes reached out to her at night,
On his front porch she could see him bathed in yellow cabin light.
He played upon her heartstrings with chords he never planned;
She was his gypsy lady ... he was her music man.
At night, she softy crept into the nearby forest glade,
With moonbeams woven in her hair, she danced the notes he played.
He watched her whirling, twirling form reach out to him in love,
But bound by love to another, he cursed the stars above.
Each night she gathered up his songs in the folds of her gypsy skirt,
Then shook them out as a healing salve for her heart’s deep, aching hurt.
Danced among his guitar songs, wore his music like a shawl,
The image of his smiling face was painful to recall.
When sunny brightness swept across the daisy hills he pined,
While, cat-like, memories of her slipped in and out his mind.
Each night her presence in the glade made him sing a sadder tune,
‘Cause he belonged to another; she belonged to the moon.
She danced throughout his moonlit dreams, he knew his thoughts were wrong,
Though he was bound to another, his heart sang a different song.
She knew she could not have him, his ring showed he was wed,
At night while she lay lonely, he was warm in another’s bed.
Years passed, the gypsy’s youth was gone, but not her love for him,
His fingers stiff, he still played on though her moonlit dance grew dim.
He strummed out songs of passion with a calloused, shaky hand,
She was still his gypsy lady ... he was still her music man.
One April’s eve those piney hills lay bathed in quiet peace,
His guitar sang to her no more, his soul found sweet release.
From the agony of loving her through years of silent pain,
Now daisies pushed up through the sod in a gentle spring-time rain.
With silent gypsy sadness, mourning love’s unkindly loss,
She lay upon his sun-warmed grave, head pillowed by cool moss;
Tears glistened on her grief-worn face, her heart burst from the pain,
In death, she’d be his gypsy lady ... and he’d be her music man.
You found the door -
The door which protected my worst nightmares
I didn't know existed,
and sheltered the basic needs my heart shunned
but never new it pined for
Tell me you didn't
You found the key
that unlocked the spring to my eternal winter,
the warmth to an endless frigid existence,
the glow within my ceaseless, hopeless night -
the feast no mind could hide,
but mine could not imagine -
from the bottomless famine that almost devoured me,
until you found the key
And I unlocked the door
Tell me I didn't
But you left—
the key that once unlocked an eternal spring,
stropped razor sharp -
etching immortal wounds that my blood once approved of
as you walked away
And now, life feels a shade darker than before—
like never having known the ecstasy of rich, dark chocolate
until, for one dazzling moment, its sweetness graced my tongue—
That taste—so sweet, so transformative—
is now forever lost,
leaving behind a bitter void
as I wander through days haunted by the memory
of a flavor I can never reclaim,
a hunger for a sweetness that vanished,
and a despair deeper than any winter's chill
Destined to never again know that door
now forever shut
Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
When feisty fandango flowers flopped-in scent breezes, sweetly recalling!
Future blooms were dreaming buds, in the spring of faultless, family visits,
Via paths, lined with flowers of familiar hues. Birds sang in willow thickets.
Janice lived in the house of cool shadows, beneath lovely, sheltering oaks;
With colored birds at each window! Back fences, saw many tales and jokes!
Rich, raspberry sun lent sights to remember, on their road of blue flowers.
'Ere reverent night fell richly! Like marmalade change, expected in hours.
Numerous hued clouds were etched nebulously, on dusk skies, blackberry,
When nostalgic neighbors came fondly, as a turquoise moon rose, solitary.
'Midnight valentine' camillas felt Cupid's arrows, under yellow stars of thrall;
And 'Lady Margaret' passionflower vine, in burgundy, crept late to the ball!
'Gay goblin' flowers indulged red revelry, as 'brilliant lilies' rivaled the sun;
When 'sultry scarlet' blooms pined for sunset, like nostalgic noon, undone!
Janice was a birdwatcher, for she loved pretty songbirds' chirps and trills;
But, she wanted to see them up close! So, she put seed on her windowsill.
One day as she was entering the room, she saw a red cardinal, hopping;
And pecking her seed as he hopped. Janice ran, but he was not stopping!
Yet, Janice had gotten a good glimpse of red, like sunset skies, before dark;
With a shake he'd flown into azure sky, destnation garden, or green park.
Janice realized moments are precious, and the briefest, might be golden;
And those are the ones most likely to revisit, once twinkling time is olden!
'Once I saw a little bird
Go hop, hop, hop,
So I said: – little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?
Then I was going to the window
To say "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew!'
My heart signed
For the prince it pined
Yet, horror has just struck my inner being
The news read that to a lovely maiden my prince will be marrying
Horrible was such a messenger who brought me such a miserable scroll
Surely he must be mad, why maybe he was even a troll
Working for the evil witch
The one who always wished to be rich
The one who sent us all this message
Reading which my heart went into a rage
Yet, as I look out at the scenery
I saw, the prince walking over the balcony
He was coming towards me
Surely to enjoy a chat
As was his usual habit,
He did claim to love my eye's clarity
I re-read the message again
If the prince did love another
In such amorous ventures I would never gain
Strongly I would try to let go of him forever!
Invited you all are, to the town's grand wedding
Please be dressed and all decked up
You shall enjoy some dance and some pleasurable sup
After all, the prince's wedding is surely a unique happening
How could it be
What shall become of me
My heart beats only for his eyes
Now I shall have to live on with lies
Bold, I chose to face him
Maybe he shall get over this mad whim
Maybe he has come to seek forgiveness
Come, let me go, hopefully, relieved shall be my distress!
As a carefree lad I used to lie awake at night and wait,
To hear the mournful wail of the Nickel Plate midnight freight,
As it slowly wended its way thro' moonlit hill and vale,
Across the verdant Hoosier prairie on its silvery rail.
I dreamt of the far-away places from whence it came and went.
'Til I tasted the adventure if proferred, I'd never be content.
To be the engineer of that mighty brute was my aspiration,
And I vowed to pursue that dream with youthful determination!
The fireman stoked the coal, creating a feathery plume of smoke,
His massive hulk keeping the firebox full, never missing a stroke!
The conductor from his throne in the trailing red caboose,
Managed all, the other crew thinking him somewhat obtuse!
I even learnt one of its signals that I remember to this day:
Two long, one short, one long, meant it was crossing a highway.
I often wondered what loads it was carrying across the nation;
Corn, wheat, cattle or hobos heading for a greener destination?
I suppose that young boys dream and old men tend to scheme,
Striving their best to capture that ever elusive dream.
Alas, I never became the engineer that I wanted to be,
But it created in my soul a desire for places I pined to see!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Walking past,
I see you
with your clothes from
Goodwill,
shoes that have seen
to many miles,
Weathered face,
and furrowed brow.
And pined upon your chest,
ribbons and medals,
won in some long forgotten
war.
Your stare,
telling me your mind
is still living those battles,
of your youth.
Only when speaking with you,
a moment,
as your face comes
alive.
Letting you know
we care.
The skies teased me
By thrusting me on a silent shore
Filled with petals of red roses
Fragranced so deliciously
That in their hue
All I could hear was love's banter
As he played and tugged at my cold composure
The skies teased me
In that the shore was empty
Other than me
There was not a soul there
Not even the love for whom my heart pined
And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean
Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him
And cool his whims down
I only met with echoes of my own voice
Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos!
I waited for the echoes to be over
Hoping that when they would be no more
Love would come to me, on a raft
And grab me, pull me close to drown me
In the whirlpool of his passionate desires
But the shore remained empty and silent
As if waiting for me to call out his name
So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing!
Resolute, I chose to sit and wait
In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves
As if I were submerged in a meditative trance
Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel
For those who believe in them!
Ah, princess dear, with the soul of a dove
And purer wings than gods above
A vision of splendor in gowns of white
A seraph in heaven’s golden light
How you graced the estate of the crown
Which sought, which strove, to tear you down –
What, in you, the whole world sought and saw
Was the mirror it pined and so wished for
A regal dream for a prince unbowed
Unwavering beacon to the crowd
And a radiant bloom of destiny
It drew from you so it could be –
Jewel of the masses and to the world
Rose of the kingdom bloom unfurled
Your season came, your season went
And you will be, as ever meant
A candle that burns, a flame that sears
You’ll blaze across the centuries
Never forgotten, of angels’ proud
Your legend speaks, it still speaks loud –
What would your eulogy letter say?
The Eulogy Letter
Although I leave
Behind
So many to grieve
Please don't cry
For I have loved my beautiful life
And have no fear to die
For through faith
I know
Angels with bright wings
With turtle-doves
That sing
Will find me
To guide me
Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky
Way past Saturn Rings
For my heart is clear
And filled with all the wonderful things
I hold dear
Like you all
My family and friends
So hold on to your sad tears
This is not the end
For I have danced hand in hand with love
In the early morning rain
And sunshine
Savored its sweet taste and pain
In my beating chest as my heart pined
Kissed and fought
For peace
For the oppressed
With all the many buttons
I could find
To press
So of me do not cry
For fear of death
No fear
Have I
For my God
Now waits for me
Smiling
Beaming
In the shadows
By the silver gates
In the eternal green redeeming meadows
So take this
As my final kiss
Goodbye
My eulogy letter
For remember
When you hear this
Trust me
Good friends and true love
Never die
And knowing
Loving and seeing
You all
Has been my utmost pleasure
And I can only hope and pray
You'll keep doing your best in some way
Therefore, in closing
Good night and
God bless
Remember me
Just another loved one
Walking to find their salvation
In the Holy Sea
(C)
Copyright John Duffy