Long Reflection Poems
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Ebullient ecstasy cascades in the rolling valley of time,
changes tenor with the reflection of the chromatic sky
on the parchment of delightful dawn and dulcet dusk.
On the sensuous cerulean canvas the emotive artist
paints the poignant panorama of the unseen dreams,
perceiving the vibrant essence so long ignored unfelt.
Life is then an opinion of euphoria called marvel.
The miasma of surreal trance envelops in perception
the dreams wafting from the obscurity of nowhere
in the furrows within sands of time, past and future.
With the multicolored strands of possessive passion
the mystique mind weaves the tapestry of belief,
shrouding everything that seems dismally distant.
Life is then an opinion of emotion called joy.
In the river flowing to the seamless sea of eternity,
the mariner mind sails on the waves of rapture,
passing the debris of the denuded wasteland banks,
across the broken bridges crumbling behind,
to merge with the bay of bliss in the gleam of twilight,
suspended on the tinged fringe of the sunset horizon.
Life is then an opinion of acuity called beauty.
Ebullient charm cascades
in the rolling valley of time,
changes color with reflection of chromatic sky
from dreaming dawn to dulcet dusk.
On sensuous azure canvas the artist mind
paints the poignant panorama of dream.
Life becomes the euphoric sky
called marvel. .
In the riviera of surreal trance
dreams drift in from infinite nowhere
on the trail of collapsed time, past and future.
With multicolored strands of fervor
the creative mind weaves the tapestry of feeling,
shrouding everything that seems gloomy.
Life becomes the patina of emotion
called joy.
In the river of eternal flow
mariner mind sails on winds of ecstasy,
past the grime of eroded wasteland banks,
across the broken bridges falling behind
to merge with the twilight hued serene sea,
stretched still at the edge of sunset tinged horizon.
Life becomes an ethereal perception
called beauty.
Written : May 27, 2019
Submitted for contest : Completely Your Choice (5)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Wholesome humour
reverberates freedom mirth
shared in the family of joy-filled home
making us have a taste of heaven on earth...
Daddy’s jokes champion laughter
easing gloom of loss for triumph-birth
sometimes his riddles keep us chuckling
as his cheerful life enigmas we try to unearth...
Mama’s sense of humour is undeniably funny
letting us praise her midst warmth of fellowship hearth
oh, how I miss those exuberant times
along my reflection of gladness-values' worth.
As we rejoice in the Lord* always
good sense of humour is never a dearth
since it "blunts the sharp blades of reality"
while making us thankful to God for our divine jubilant perth.
June 28, 2025
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
2nd place, "A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on /30/2025
I think I'm happy...
Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
I wanted to go deeper, but the question brought me back to the surface
You know, that over used, over played, over copied, get out of jail free question
So, how did you feel?
A mental sigh fogs my mind, as I wait for the dust to settle, I try to paint what can't be replicated in any art
My response a cliche of my own just to joust back
In case we're keeping score
I'm deadly competitive to a fault, laughing to myself touché
Oh, my reply, I almost forgot
The cliche runs from my mouth: the words to describe it are lost but if found it would be something like watching the American Day Dream on the big screen except you're the main character
When your mood matches the brightness within the sunrise of your eyes and you’re by no means even a little bit of an early bird
You hear the sound of vinyl recorded melodies on repeat as you brush your teeth
The dust slowly undresses as I then get dressed
Looking for the perfect outfit is comparable to searching for these words
And don't even get me started on shoes
The right pair will have everyone on their heels and can capture the eyes to the soul
That day my soul sang solo after the shower rained down cleansing compliments
Chanting for an encore
The volume of the claps is turned down
The dust has finally kissed the ground
And for the reveal my reflection sees a familiar memory
As my mouth curves like a rose into a shape it hasn't felt in awhile
I've been chasing this flowery feeling like the butterfly tasting the flight of bliss
I grab as fast as I can, gripping the steering wheel headed to the destination
Shouting I'm never letting go
As my opposite palm holds her hand
I want to stop to picture frame this memory
I have to stop and picture frame this memory
We stop at the red light, and she asks: can I borrow a forehead kiss
I respond: as long as you come back again
p.s. this is happiness, it was something like that...
The Valentine dress
A shock and surprise full of red and blue
coming from a heart, mine is devoted to
and from a hand I so value as my cute protection.
It is colourful, fitting and above all an exhibition of love.
The pan
A symbol of my dedication to the family’s need;
a loving reminder of all wonderful breakfasts,
its wash, a satisfaction of my duties already rendered.
The flowers
The purity of beauty without visual effect,
sparkle on the soul to answer their good morning call.
Please every evening with their aerosol of happiness spray,
causing every creature to relax and play.
The wall
A wedge to my upright smooth back
when in a tingly mood so homely and tender.
Its cold sensation, under my handy touch
serves as a suitable background to deep thoughts.
Unfortunately
On the wrong side of an argument,
the pan and my head cause an impact.
At the door ready for a nice outing
the admirable dress is now half way a rag,
the innocent flowers, becoming victims
of rage and uncontrollable violence
and a wall once noted for emotional reflection
is repainted with the splash of blood.
Indeed
I’ve absorbed all the heat and pressures- now he’ll burn.
Human right always prevail over the muscles- this he’ll see!
Immeasurable determination has been planted in a wounded lion
and no amount of sacrifice will deter this quest until justice is served.
In the twilight gleam the pensive eyes look within
at the tranquil depth of the bottomless blue sea.
Mind’s turmoil disappears in the dense quietude,
waves of bliss roll gently on the soul’s silent shore.
In the noise of the perpetual commotion in life,
when voices of frenzy fades away into calmness,
the shards of sentiments sink slow unexpressed
in the unreachable depth of the silenced mind.
When the outside cacophony finally subsides,
the unheard echo becomes the sound of silence,
resonating with the hymn of harmony to sing
the unsung songs, voices rise from depth of silence.
When the storm stops in the still hours of dawn,
the new sunrise colors the dark horizon of heart,
chromatic emotions tinge faded obscure feelings,
then the cadence of silence becomes my poem.
June 23, 2020
Contest : Reflection In Silence
Sponsor : Silent One
I asked the dark to let me see
A reflection of myself could it be?
Still darkness all around, covering me
Feeding a sense of hope or just insanity?
I felt at home in this place where no light could be
I asked the silence to speak my name
To tell me why I felt such pain
Whispers and lies, tears in the rain
No peace for me while I remain
I asked the night to let me be
To quieten my mind, to let it free
Freedom is hard to find where lies cage reality
Do we ever see ourself or die trying to see?
I asked the darkness in my soul
To escape into the night, to be at one and grow
I'll leave a part of me around so that you can know
About the broken dreams and silent screams of this restless soul.
After the Storm: My Dance
A Personal Reflection Amid Rain and Wind
Part of my dance-
Of rain, of wind, of storm.
Beneath these battered eaves,
With my heart still echoing the thunder,
I find joy in the hush-
The gentle peace that only comes
After my world is shaken clean
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Each thunderclap lingers in my bones,
The rain's cool fingers tracing lines down my window,
The wind whispering old stories through every crack and seam.
I stand at the threshold,
Letting the storm's wild music
Wash away my doubts,
Leaving behind a quiet that feels like hope.
When the last drop falls,
And the air smells new,
I breathe in the promise
Of a world-of myself-
Made new
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
A kiss from heaven
A magical time
A true love is rare
But decidedly divine
My picture of love
Was carefully designed
Two parents and a home
That I could call mine
Shakespere and romance
Filled in some gaps
Passion and desires
Completed the map
But can we play
With the cards we're delt
With time an enemy
And the beauty of someone else
How can I win love
With what I have
And the ideal of me loving
Makes people laugh
All the ledgends and stories
That I would use
To make myself something
Besides abused
Hope springs eternal
When it comes to love
As fools we dare to trust it
But it's love that we're made of
Love plays its game
Of hide and seek
And of all emotions
It's the most unique
Why we desire
This awesome power
When by it we are
Weakened by the hour
Upon inspection and
Deep reflection
Without it flesh
Is incomplete
The laws of attraction
Mixed with fashion
Or divide the strong
From the weak
Is love law or law love
While contenders ferociously
compete
Long and lonely
This part of lifes journey
That so often leads
To dispare
It's not just physical but it's also
Finding someone who cares
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Did we find that sacred trust
Or are our memories
Filled with lust
And like our bodies to decay
And rust
Was our destination
Heaven or bust
Johnny Loving
Loving you brought the best in me
Loving you took out the lost soul that was within
Oh your smile brought the interception of my believe and true reflection of a woman
Loving you made my guiltiness of confusion to be the innocence of the future
Loving you is happiness and laughter
Oh love, my loving solution to brightness morning
That turn to a good day filled with love and honesty
Loving you, yes loving you
It made my life free like a free way of challenges that turn to better outcome
Loving you make me free my mind-set of emotional success
Loving you make me meet loving circumstances that turn to visions of true dreams
I overcome obstacles easily just by loving you
Loving you give me hope of trusting again
Loving you give me peace like summer rain
Oh yes loving you
Loving you is like music on top of the pops
Loving you, oh loving you
Loving you, loving you
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