Long Pleiades Poems
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I walk in the shadow
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore up tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up my poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
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Horrid little raindrops
Hopping upon the ground
Hosing down my windows
Hoarding inside the clouds
Hanging around my head
Holding my spirit down
Haul your ass off elsewhere
Rosemary kept its fragrance longest where your sleeve had once bent through it; no gardener ever spoke of such small fidelities.
Root by root, I forgot the names of constellations until Orion became only the interval your breathing used to cross before sleep.
Resin closed around a fallen wing; amber finished the touch that time itself had left unfinished.
Ruin admitted one white hellebore between two loosened stones; no seed was seen to enter, yet every spring returned there first.
Rapture arrived without astonishment: the candle shortened, the chapel darkened, and still the perfume of warm wax continued kneeling in the air.
River water carried away our reflections at once, yet the reeds along the bank continued leaning toward the place where they had disappeared.
Rook after rook found separate branches; when the wind grew still, the leaves between them ceased to tremble first.
Richer than noblest wealth
rainy quiet morning
Ripe thoughts buzz in the brain
Roses fearfully thorns
Remember when I'm gone
rainbow will shine one day
~ reunification
17/04/2021
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Pleiades R Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
5th place in the contest
Berlin's lively nightlife
Bishop Ed lead to fall
Brother, useless servant
Bookstore selling tickets,
bigger bang for the buck
Bet on your last dollars
Beauty, Magic and Blues
14.10.2020
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Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Blues
3rd place in the contest
positive test result
pneumonia short of breath
painful ache in muscles
powerful severe course
personal protection
private isolation
prayers for sick and dead
08/04/2021
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Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
1st place in the contest
Resurrection Pleiades
Red world of chaos roars
Razed stain glass in ruins
Ravished light - shattered shards -
Recalls worship voices
Radiant remnants saved
Reshaped enlightenment
Remembered light redeemed
Inspired by the exhibit Remembered Light. During WW2 Rev. Frederick MacDonald collected shards of shattered stained glass cathedral windows while searching out places for US troops to worship on Sundays. He labeled these shards and pieces he had collected and sent them home. Many years later he shared the story with a young glazier who, upon seeing them, suggested they be reworked into new stained glass windows. The result is 25 stunning new windows. The exhibit is called Remembered Light.
4/15/21
Contest: Peliades R
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Reining in jet-black steed;
Rangle for her falcon.
Repugnant mudslinging,
Risible in content,
Rankled those in the know.
Recent loss of soulmate;
Ravens smudge the teal sky.
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GLOSSARY
Queen Elizabeth II had a good seat, and her love of horses is well documented. [Edited]
Throughout the ages, falconry has been considered the sport of kings. In falconry, ‘rangle’ is a term used for small stones which are fed to hawks to aid in digestion.
The exposé led by her grandson, Prince Harry, had divided a nation—a number of assertions made, have been proven to be false.
Queen Elizabeth II lost her husband on 9 April 2021, whom she had viewed as her soulmate.
A group of at least six captive ravens are resident at the Tower of London. Their presence is traditionally believed to protect The Crown and the Tower; a superstition holds that "if the Tower of London ravens are lost or fly away, the Crown will fall and Britain with it."
for Kungkarangkalpa
Sisters, scattered starlight,
Songline stretching sunward,
Stalking, tireless shadow,
Sudden leap, skyward bound,
Stars, seven silver flames,
Silence, seventh, hidden,
Still they rise, slow and bright.
Note:
Kungkarangkalpa, the Seven Sisters Dreaming, is one of the oldest and most widely shared creation stories among Aboriginal Australian peoples — its songline (a sacred storyline tied to the land) stretches across more than half the Australian continent. It tells of seven ancestral sisters fleeing an unwelcome suitor across the desert; to escape him, they leap into the night sky, becoming the star cluster known in Western astronomy as the Pleiades. Their pursuer follows and becomes the stars of Orion — which is why, each night, Orion appears to chase the Seven Sisters across the sky. Traditionally only six stars are visible to the naked eye, and many tellings — from this Aboriginal songline to Greek and Lakota myth — explain the mystery of the hidden seventh sister. This poem is written in tribute to that story, and is dedicated with respect to the Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara people, the traditional custodians of the Kungkarangkalpa songline.
“Cowboys” , big John Wayne starred.
Cowhands abandon him.
Call, joining the Goldrush.
Could greenhorn kids succeed.
Camp cook and chuck wagon,
Complete the trail crew drive.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Called on to claim their jobs.
Cimarron, the oldest,
Capricious, turned away.
Cow punching, green schoolboys
Combating bucking horse,
Caught on to rope, brand, herd
Cattle, and cow-horses.
Cattle drive is ready.
Cimarron follows close.
Cattle-rustlers kill Will,
Corralling all his herd.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Caught and killed the rustlers.
Complete the cattle-drive.
Cattle sold, gravestone bought.
Carved, “ Beloved Husband and Father”
8/22/2016
Not for contest:
Pleiades C
22 lines, 6 syllable each line
17th line 9 syllables
The Cowboys is a 1972 American western film starring John Wayne,
John Wayne nickname Duke
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowboys
using;
http://www.howmanysyllables.com/poem_syllable_counter_workshop/index
They call you the seven sisters of the night sky.
In the constellation Taurus, we can see you up high.
For countless centuries before recorded time,
your light has appeared in the sky so sublime.
Each one of you is many light years away.
Because of this, we don’t see you in the day.
Once our sun is shining on the other side of the world,
all the stars come out like a giant flag unfurled.
You are seven stars of the brightest kind.
That’s what makes all of you rather easy to find.
Sometimes, one of the sun’s planets can be found nearby.
That’s because Taurus is one of the zodiac groups in the sky.
Like the other stars, you are symbols of promise and hope.
All of you are bright enough to be seen without a telescope.
Out of billions of points of light, you are a select few.
Many millennia will pass before your end is due.
Robert Pettit
For Nette Onclaud’s “Night Sky” contest
March 26, 2014