Long Pole Poems
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Off to the side downslope my ride I had time to unburden
I don't know why but somehow thought I might could use my lasso
Tied there upon my saddle
On a small steep bluff it was just enough to stay above the current
But it couldn't last I was thinkin' fast 'bout what might be my savin'?
How my hide to be savin'
As they tumbled past the boys I'd last left as my sweet companions
Were screamin' like the demon that unleashed this ghastly end
This fiery ghastly end
As I swung the horn down from my mount my eyes swept up past Bill
He was staring down from the Devil's crown to the witches brew below
The maelstrom down below
He was still astride that deadly tide that somehow he had conjured
And I could see him smilin' there his eyes still fire a'blazin'
His eyes like fire a'blazin'
And he laughed, I swear like a banshee there above the Hell below
A screamin' wail that would even pale a priest upon his altar
Mid prayer from the altar
Fire still shooting from his eyes, lightning in each hand
He was looking down upon the ground where now I made my stand
I thought it my last stand
The cauldron boiled like a Coven's glow 'cept now a torrent ragin'
And the last I saw of the Bar D crew was a wisp and smolderin' ember
A charred and smolderin' ember
The quakie grove on the bluff I strove around me started crumblin'
And I stumbled round on the crumblin' ground my mind a maverick runnin'
A branded maverick runnin'
My faithful mount fell from my sight his scream announcing his sad plight
It rose high above with the Devil's roar and tumbled down to the valley floor
It tumbled down to the valley floor
The white bark trees all lost their leaves as they twisted in confusion
They bent, some broke, but like the spokes of a penny farthing twisted
Together some had twisted
A season – Ages ago
Ages ago, many a seed had been planted.
Their blossoming brings, being taken for granted,
never seen, acknowledged or appreciated.
As gardeners, sowers of, we are fated
to pay an intolerable, unbearable price
for all, all we experience that is not nice
for a parent to see, to feel, believe to be,
that has come to be a part of you and me.
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I – like the south pole of, a magnet pushes - away ?
I – like a distant planet without gravity – ejects ?
Is it that I repel ?, instead of attract.
Is reality ?, for me, anything beyond abstract
and truly above contact ?, - such a pity
to get down and dirty, get to the nitty-gritty.
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A beam of energy, a wave of light, a speck of dust
in the vacuum cleaner bag of space, brought to light
within the vast womb of our universe, have I been.
My life’s impression being, being that speck of dust,
which, speck, upon speck, upon speck, upon speck
of dust gathers, accumulating upon my soul.
Dust to dust, atom to atom, gas to gas, a planet to create
until all is to heavy, I no longer am able to carry the weight.
The weight become so unbearable, these shoulders
begin to droop, drop off – back to dust, to atom, to energy,
to that vacuum cleaner bag, to the universes womb, there ,
once again to start it all over, back on the merry-go-round.
Maybe ?, a lighter load ?, a brighter road ?,
a much better story that could be told ?
What will carry us to the next time ?
What path will we walk next time ?
What journeys will be ours next time ?
Maybe ?, when it becomes next time,
and we gather, are carried into ?,
I might impart something of value,
a new start to help carry them through,
after they have been dropped off
- blown away by the winds of times passing –
to create their own planets, live their own lives,
their own experiences without influencing
the gardener with a world of negative forces,
what has seemed a lifetime of negative energy.
B. J. “A” 2
January 19th 2003
May is coming to a close;
we’re on the cusp of June.
School is out and children sing
the joys of summer’s tune.
To the park with mitt in hand
to play a game of ball,
young boys head in early morn
to answer summer’s call.
Mornings spent at swimming pool
to take a summer’s dip;
catching rays on poolside lounge
enjoying summer’s trip.
Afternoons passed at the creek
with fishing pole in hand
lazing in the summer sun
a time when life was grand.
I, myself, head to the lake,
guitar and jug of wine;
girlfriend riding by my side
while hoping stars align.
These fond mem’ries fill my mind,
an age when life was slow
carefree times I won’t forget
from summers long ago.
May 12, 2019
Where will they look?
I’m not easy to find
I’ve been searching a lifetime
I’m lost deep in my mind.
I’ve been following footsteps
But never my own
Could my uniqueness,
fit to that of a clone?
I’ve looked in the darkness
Until everything’s bright
Is solitude madness,
why does it help me see right?
Searching deep in the mirror
I see what to find
A concealing reflection
unseen by the blind.
Where will they find me?
I’m defined by my soul
I'm finally discovered,
now there’s a flag on the pole.
10th March 2016
Where will they find you - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Maragu Mo
My father is dead and gone
but he continues to remain,
though not in skin bone and flesh;
but in me within me, and in my heart,
that only I can feel and see eternally;
I revere him and hold him in high esteem
and bow to him though I don't see him physically;
He brought me up as a child with all care and love
That only a mother c'd possibly give;
and was a pole star at that stage of my life;
and later in my boyhood and youth
He took up the role of a friend-philosopher and guide
An awesome guiding force that molded me
to what I am today, a man disciplined and educated
And one who respects elders their words and advice
Love children and respect women
And lead a life not entirely to myself and my family
but a life of some use to the society in general
and the down-trodden in particular;
My father eternally lives within me
and though dead and gone physically
lingers to live within me
an enduring loving and affectionate guiding force
A beacon of light !
I salute thee my father on this day
The Father's day and seek your blessings
For me and my family to live
in peace and fortitude and be of help
to others in society and the country,
that you taught me I should!
Does anyone really believe that the
outcome of an election hinges on a debate?
Are not the lines of beliefs drawn sufficient
enough to enable everyone to be completely awake?
If there are any, where are the grey areas?
If there are any, where are the barriers?
Are not the plans and visions of the future
already well established b9 Iy each party?
Is it not the time for the vote of the majority?
Is it not time to walk the walk and lessen the talk?
Should not our lives and our future be guided by principles and
Not by whimsical pole numbers, mere words, and social media?
Is it not time for cowards and kittens to either
remain hidden, or enter the prayer closets and
come out boldly, roaring like lions and tigers?
Is it not time ...?
I’ve to climb the formidable mountain of life,
the summit to be reached on the track of strife.
I surrender to the designed will of the Almighty,
in His prescribed intent I repose my trust entirely,
for I know unstinted faith will pave the path for me
and I shall find myself on the peak of joy surely.
The tumultuous ocean of existence I need to sail,
the last anchorage waiting I'll find without fail,
I'll kindle the beacon of hope at the edge of time,
in the stormy sky I’ll see the silver-lined clouds climb.
In the dark night the pole star will shine bright,
guide me in ordained course to the destination right,
the divine light will take me to the shore of liberation,
where I'll be suffused with enthralling sense of exultation.
The darkness in the pasture of suffering I’ll illumine
with aura of the supreme having thousand sun’s shine,
find in the depth of gloomy soul lotus bloom bright,
the candle of selfless altruism laced with love I'll light,
see it radiate divine rays with the glow of God’s grace,
perceive in euphoric heart the blissful sublime embrace.
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Written : December 30, 2020
December 23. 2021
Contest : Beatitude Rhyming Poem
Sponsor : Beata Agustin
I stand on the ellipse of time walking around the circle of my mind. The lines are very thin and the distance between us is very slim. We are just a stone throw away so I kept looking to see if you would come my way. I kept walking around in circles hoping that you will meet me the axis of my heart before the day starts. It is laden with subjects of my soul and the sorrows that often make me feel bold. And the axis on which my heart spins can feel the universe rhythm. I can feel the heavy drumbeats that rolls and they make up the perpendicular of my soul; the pattern is already set, and truth will reveal my inward depth. I stretched my hand towards the North Pole, trying to dodge the heat that kept burning my soul, but the South Pole was on fire too and there was nothing that I could do to pivot from ellipse that bound me and you. I open the door that leads to the back street; it is the place where all the cast members meet. I am trying to exit from the ellipse, but it had me, bounded for reasons and profit. I knew that I had to go but some things depend on the life of the show. Something just cannot be replaced unless you use a sledgehammer to break down the gate. Once you are in, the universe will make you sing, and you will hear the heavens bells ring. Everything was dead silent for a while, and the foci was communicating with the skies; I could hear it whispering to the galaxies saying that the stars are happy and so I kept my eyes on the focal point until the Sun emerge from beyond the line. The axis is what you see but the angle looks more like you and me. From the side the circle is the ellipse, but when you get closer the image is a kiss elevated on a petri dish. A sudden silence cross my heart and the ellipse of time kept moving with the line; you came just in time to preserve what is mine.
Meet me at the ellipse.
I remember it well.
The feeling was swell.
It happened once a year;
An event most precious and dear.
The fragrance was in the air.
It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky,
There protruded the aroma of summer.
I hasten to say, it was a beautiful first of May.
And presently, I pause with warm affections, to reflect,
To muse upon the emotions that were like no other day.
To us, May Day was like a holiday encased in amusements.
It was time to plait the Maypole.
With coordination and precision, we flowed
With the rhythm of the music as we danced and skipped
Around the pole, plaiting eye-catching bright and bold colors.
They were rainbow colors, filled with life, like those in our hearts.
Oh, what lovely and memorable visions of childhood, so real and vivid.
No selfies or videos, but the pictures are forever painted in our souls.
It's true that life took us away, far from the shores of childhood festivities.
In our career years, we are encumbered with futuristic aspirations, but as
the locomotive of life slows, our minds swing back to the Maypoles of yesterday.
050422PS
Pecking Sounds
For several days, I was both annoyed and worried. Annoyed by the pecking sounds; worried over possible damage to my house by something that I could not readily figure out. I suspected it to be a rat or a squirrel, perhaps trapped under the roof of my house. I pecked back with annoying sounds of my own, hoping to scare it away, whatever it was. It would quieten for a while only to resumed the pecking. Finally I decided to climb a latter and peep between an opened space between a built on patio and the main roof of my house. Bingo. There he was, a squirrel looking in my direction as if to say, "May I help you?" I suspected that he had found a place to dry out from the heavy rains we have been getting in Northern California. I tried to frighten him, but he only ran toward the other end. Clearly, the two of us were not going to occupy the same property, but I was not about to climb up and down the latter from one end of the roof to the other.
I devised a plan to extricate Mr. Squirrel from my roof. This took longer than I anticipated. At first, I tried to build a lightweight 'bow and arrow', not to injure but with just enough force to convince him to leave. This plan failed. So I pieced some curtain rods together, making them long enough to reach Mr. Squirrel. Bingo. They were just strong enough and long enough. I was now rather pleased with my home made device for squirrel extrication. I then headed back outside with my extension pole, climbed the ladder, and began to push my pole through the open space. As I proceeded to do this, I peeped in to take a look at Mr. Squirrel. Mr. Squirrel was gone. Had he told me that he was leaving, I could have saved a lot of work. Anyway, if he or his friends or relatives come back, I'll be ready for them.
02222017 cj PS Contest, An Unwanted Quest, Shadow Hamilton