Long Prism Poems
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On the fourth day I am crystal clear.
I step lightly.
I am an arctic god.
I slur no being, crack no shells.
I am vodka and ice in a quartz prism.
Day four is translucent,
a star-black taxi ride into daylight.
Glittering talk spills from my glass.
I speak in thunder-music.
My friends are radiant, they converse
in a silver patois
known only to the Dancing Masters of Woo
and their cats.
A Cantonese girl group,
the nightclub somewhere on the edge of town
After their candied love-songs,
we take them
on a rickshaw weave
to the Portuguese villages.
Dinner by the Pearl River,
a small cheap hotel.
In the morning
her face is as blank as a worn coin.
Snail trails glitter the sheets.
I am drunk again.
On the fifth day,
icebergs melt in the Outer Harbor,
I wander the back-streets of Macao
until I am robed.
The ferry to Hong Kong
is delayed by fog-laced dreams.
Your whisper is in the burble of the spring stream.
You pass through the internodes like rays through a prism.
I have composed my lyrics. I would like to sing.
My morphemes are coarse. Could you give me your rhythm?
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate in me.
My soul finds solace in your consoling bosom.
Sentiments break within me, like waves of the sea.
Words move tunelessly. Could you give me your rhythm?
Mind and heart should be in tune, like a musical.
Compassion for creatures should be the sole dictum.
Shouldn't equilibrium be endless moral?
Castles of creeds crash. Could you give me your rhythm?
To begin and end each of my days with truism
Dear Mother Nature, could you give me your rhythm?
i saw the crow fly through the perfectly aligned tree tunnel
poplars that like soldiers stood.
i saw the crow fly through the draped purple lace air that like a prism hung,
into the enchanted forest.
another time, another place. where they had tied you to a wooden cross,
where they had lit the tinder that circled you,
where the flames rose to take you. from ashes to ashes...
it was there your bird lifted you, lifted you with his unusually large talons.
it was then your feathered creature flew you out, flew you to safety.
past your soldiers, still in perfect form.
past the adoring crowds,to your rightful place
where you sit on your throne queen of the gates,
and through it all you never cried. not even a whimper. you never blinked.
proud, royalty!,
you ruled with your heart,
always kind, always the light.
Maurice Yvonne
August 28 2014
Addictive Poetry Contest
Inspired by a storyline from a fierce TV show, "Ultimate Force". With thanks and respect to our Special Air Service (SAS) and all those who fight for our country. May we show gratitude for your efforts and sacrifices.
"Who Dares Wins" is the SAS motto.
There goes my soul
By Michelle Morris
06/05/2023
There goes my soul
My body left behind
In these foreign lands
Soil soaked with my blood
No more will I feel
My country's free air in my lungs
No more will I know
The love of my family and friends
There goes my soul
My body burns, it is a pyre
All that is left is the emotions
That in loved ones I've inspired
All I take is my wisdom
The enlightenment that flows within
My soul filled with this essence
As I live on in the Universe's prism
My fellow warriors are left here
They will go on without me
My family will mourn my passing
My grave a token to my identity
There goes my soul
I fly high to Heaven's freedom
No regrets for my choices
Being a warrior for my people
© Michelle Morris, 2023
SAS information:
www.nam.ac.uk/explore/SAS
"The Special Air Service (SAS) is famous around the world. Its highly trained men are renowned for their skills in covert surveillance, close-combat fighting and hostage rescue. The SAS was created during the Second World War, when small bands of soldiers were dropped behind enemy lines in North Africa and Europe. Since then, it has been deployed in most of Britain's wars."
Shine on, Shine on, O prism of glass
Spread your spectra across my life
Infuse your magic into a late morning dance
Your energies transfix me into a welcome trance.
Shine on, Shine on, wipe away my strife
Shine on, O glorious faceted jewel of my life
A liquid mirror, a yuletide pool
Frozen heartsong, Feng Shui tool.
When infant Spring's rays of lights hang low
Your rainbow of colors begin to dance and glow
In late afternoon's long luminous light
Your glories are revealed, in prisms of brights.
Your rainbows dance, without a sound
Your colors are everywhere, your magic abounds
You share Einstein's theories of Light and Space
Happily abundant, all colored vibrancy of crystal lace.
Late in the day, when the sun sinks low
Your presence fades away, it's the end of the show
Your dance to the unheard music stops
Your rainbows have come, and now they must go.
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 18, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Unobserved Images Of A Closed Mind
A prism of light
All the beauty of the spectrum
Swirling in endless waves
Twisting in strange patterns around my mind
Their movement unlike anything ever seen
Neither man nor nature could imagine such colors
Pastel clouds drift across a bright azure sky
Birds dance through leafy trees
Animals scurry and hide in the golden flowers
A woman dressed in a sheer silver nightgown stands on the shore
Before her waves break on jagged blackish blue rocks
The sound is that of a symphony written by the gods
Sounds that man’s orchestras could never create
Sounds that even nature could devise in its infinite mind
Performed only for a select few
The few who have seen the other realities
The dimensions hidden by closed minds of the humans
It takes a belief that mortal man cannot attain
At least not until he realizes that his mortality is not important
His hatred is nothing that universes care about
He is of no value until he can see
Until he can learn that he is not alone and they have noticed
They have judged
And they gave man, humankind, one more chance
To live and let live
Without hatred or judgment
Without war or violence
Just live
My Cinderella died back in the sixties
When I realized that there is no glass slipper
And no fairy godmother
Faerie Tales are make believe
And not powerful or worthwhile
after you are ten or so and experience pain and grief
Sorrow came into my life when I was twelve
My soul was hurting powerfully
Because my grandmother died.
She was amazing, sweet, and had a loving way
Everything she did was loving
I picked up the tiny glass slipper out of her jewelry box
And recognized it as a piece of her
It was a prism with a soul
And it made the world
of hurt feel
a tiny
bit
better.
Written 8-24-2020
Contest: Soul Slipper
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Pheromones divine, arise from within
Our presence is aware of each nuance
Soma nectar dew glistens on our skin
Endlessly replays, this beauteous dance
Vaporised self assigns no preference
To magnetic attribute manifest
Each love hue is imbibed with reverence
As heart delights, flowing through trough and crest
Space flickers, revealing void luminous
Expanded form contains the universe
Magical grace influx, polyphonous
An epiphany we cannot rehearse
Our body prism refracts God’s soft white light
Rainbow in full view, nurtures soul’s delight
11-March-2022
Childhood is early years spent in life, but much too short the stay. In the family into which they were born, they crawl, then stand, walk on wobbly limbs, try running and failing, fall into the arms they trust. Children, each and every one, innocent and pure, they are gifts from God above, meant for us to protect and love. They do not see in black and white for their world is a prism of bright colors, centered around fathers and mothers.
innocent and pure
roses blooming in gardens
born into this world
Each new thing learned is an accomplishment. Eager is a child to please, for the want of praise in early days is innately born in their hearts. First words become a rattling of sentences describing cows grazing on a hill, a puppy wagging its rhythmic tail, or expressing fear over a thunderstorm. They are heedless of what lies beyond today, for tomorrow brings a new adventure, a quest they carry out. They've no idea what danger could be lurking, for the mind of a child hold no fear as they venture all about.
heedless of danger
emerging from safe cocoons
learning to fly free
Days come and go; passing years bring joy and tears, uninhibited in the way of youth. If truth be told, it takes courage to allow them to make mistakes. I'd much rather shout, BEWARE! But what lessons would be learned if each undertaking, I would spurn? With prayer as a shield, I watch children grow. Little do they know yet what life ahead may hold. What's most important in a child's eyes is to know they are loved. That innocence they bear is something I wish I could hold within my heart. My words to each child would be given with a smile... "Go gently into the world. Let your heart guide you to where you belong. In your Father's safe keeping, I pray you will always stay."
no time to linger
when it's time to leave the nest
fly in safe keeping
July 3, 2022
Like a Child Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
to sneak outside,
into the gentle beauty of evening
when all others are asleep,
except for nocturnal hawks like me,
I wander along the river's shore,
in the twirling, dappled
prism of waves, pebbles and buds,
thrown across the grass
by the skyline flickering through
wind-tossed crowns of trees--
a rare sensation as though I were walking
on a gossamer mantle of water : it's true,
i love the taste of nightbreak
softly caressing the glossy lacquer of summer tide--
a fragrant pewter, compared to the coppery
sting of blistering daytime,
that when my eyes inhale the grace
offered by peeping clouds, is to be filled
with a song of moonlight
waltzing with the sea-breeze in a dance fest.
Oh, sneaking outside
in the near dusk hours has been a rite
of mine since i was a child...
and till now it beholds me,
this magical pageant that began at age eight
when from nowhere ,
a relay of stars and a new moon carried me
out the gate and beyond this world--
if only to bestow upon me a mystical tour
connecting heaven's light with waters blue.
Water And Sky Contest of Gregory R. Barden
Re-posted 1/5/2018