Long Regrow Poems
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Distant Shadows
The product
of bad choices
and decisions
Never living
in the darkness
or light
A denizen
of long
distant shadows
That serve to hide
riddles
— and orphans of sight
**
Eternity Weds
Where senses
reseed
Flowers
regrow
When lovers
remeet
Cupid
rebows
With time
giving way
And place
stepping back
Eternity
weds
To moments
— unmatched
**
9:11
9:02
and all
was well
9:05
that haunting
bell
9:08
and death
arrives
9:11
the end
— goodbye
**
The Red Zone
Creating separation
his words
forced an opening
Access had been
cleared
meaning secured
With daylight surrounding
what before
shrouded darkness
Each phrase
in the red zone
— reception assured
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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa. I lick the remaining human poison from my claws. Yes, man-made poison, but I, I am the one who delivers— population control.
Wilde, my mate, our transformed intermediary, brushes my coat. I purr. How oddly complacent Wilde has become. Once, he too walked on four legs. After our arrival on Earth and his change (We thought the change would regrow the ear I tore from him in his last life—) my mate became no more than a castrato. I do regret the torture which deprived him of two fingers on his right hand. (It made his job more difficult.) But, discipline was necessary.
the pestle crushes
poison white snakeroot:
yellow eyes shine
Well, why am I telling you this? To that I would say, why not? Who on earth would believe a cat could talk?
The feline form has advantages in espionage. A petted and pampered puss can lure the reticent, overhear the loud-mouthed, two-footed, earthly baboons—with cunning, obtain information no human in their right mind would divulge to an enemy. As valet, advisor, disciplinarian to Wilde (and he to the earthlings), my position abides, a mere slap and tickle from the throats of power. My teeth, neck piercing weapons of choice; my claws scimitars of death drip with the blood of masters.
One more night out. Wilde cat-like licks the scar on his damaged hand and stares at the invitation stamped with the Presidential seal. One more night, sweet puss and the reign of The Yellow King will begin.
Published by Illumen 2016
a strange koala in a tree
staring very strangely right down at me
i stare straight back up the tree
as the cheeky koala spits on me
hey there you,do not do that
your a koala not a rat
indeed this is strange,
come down here ,lets have a chat
his reply is no i done with that
i am the king ,the last of my kind
you cut down my trees are you people blind
you destroyed my home
now i am all alone
the giant gum trees so grand and tall
you have cut them all down
did you not hear them fall.
you sell them for wood chip to lands afar
now all i have is a road and a car.
my forest long gone
all that is left is me and this tree
just keep walking and leave me be free,
a strange koala yes indeed
maybe now you will plant that seed
regrow my home and leave me alone
for once i am gone i will not return
i am the last of the species as you watched my tree burn
please read this and help me return
I used to be the one who listened
and Never let my feelings show,
Now I can't stop talking
and for what reason, I do not know.
With every word I write
some things begin to make sense,
With every memory found
put back into its sequence.
I used to be the one who listened
and I'd be filled with all their memories,
Once I became too full
I'd release the awful energies.
With every word, they spoke
they felt better and let things go.
With every memory lost
left them with room to regrow.
I used to be the one who listened
and never let down my guard,
Trying to trust
was just too damn hard.
With every word I write
could be my last,
Time to stop wasting time,
it goes by way too fast.
With every moment I still listen
not knowing when I'll be through
Hoping I left a good impression
on even just a few.
I hope they remember the one who listened
never asked for anything in return,
not until today...
to whom this may concern...
I remember each and every one of you
no matter how brief or long,
Everyone I've met in life
the impression left was strong.
So, that is all I ask for
something not many value,
is just to be remembered
So, I'll live on through you.
Twenty One
So far above, you’ve been flying high with the angels
And still you stand so far above us.
You are amazing to me, when you speak about your problems
And those things you wish you could have changed; such pain.
Impossible not to like you when all you do is show us love.
So complicated to me, I want to walk inside that mind of yours
And share your empathy, because you speak so elegantly,
When you write about your love life
And you show us how you really feel on the inside.
A broken heart that we all share.
I want to put us all back together with the pieces we are lost without.
I hope you are happy in love;
I want to find a place I too belong as I too need to be loved.
I’ve met a woman like you, but she will never compare,
To those feelings that I hear in your voice
And I am still having these doubts,
But she loves me like I love your songs; they are so good!
So I think I will let her become my reason to believe in love.
You got me through to the other side,
When I was lost, you made me see the truth and I too found my way
And now I see all those tears I cried,
Were just a way to regrow the feelings that I thought I threw away.
Now I am happy in love with her,
So I can never tell her of you, or she would just be gone;
But we each share our love for your love songs.
So I will let her have all my devotion,
But I will never forget an album called Twenty One.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Away bleak weather! It’s your time to flee.
Sun shines down and gifts me with his glow.
Pellucid are the streams from melting snow.
Robin’s come. I see her in my tree!
Ice and Sleet, it’s good to see you go!
Now the earth is ready to regrow.
Gladness sweetly takes a hold of me.
I take a stroll outside. It’s such a treat.
No longer do I trudge with dreary feet.
My gait is lively as I amble where
Yellow-flowered fields perfume the air.
Spring, is here! I feel my spirit sing
Thankfulness to God for everything.
Effervescently I greet each day.
Perpetually may this springtime stay!
March 20, 2016
A 2-Time N/A for Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Final Call Of Nas Your Most Meaningful One Poetry Contest
Overlooked-by Dominique Smith
Can you cry the ocean so those in need can come over with a boat? No but I ca- Can you fix a window with the scraps of band-aid? No, But I ca- Can you burn like the paddles who can bring life back to the barren waste land?! No but I ca- Do you know the future is going to be bright because the sun will be blocking the fear of those with their eyes closed!? No but I ca- I have had enough!
Who are you? Why cant you speak!? Can take the acid and razors to the back door so only the weak will prevail!? Can you take the smoke from a factory pull it into the lungs of the ratchet!? Can you put the bullet from a misfire to the right target? Left hand up right leg to the dirt. Have the tragedy of the unknown really come forth to tell us the last site of humanity? Can you bring the head of the insightful to tears with nothing more mere gesture of your eye? Well, no but I ca- Im not done! Can you regrow the heart lost to those who have fought? They have fought for those spitting in their homes that will never get the dired poison out of the carpet of rage?
Well? Speak! Speak! Where .... where are you? A note found on the drift of the air " I cant fight, I can't cure, I cant bring life into the dead condition of those have been washed with acid, I cant pray or study enough to bring the blood to the living in the beds of the damned. I can however love, listen, encourage, remind those who are lost that life isnt a trial for people who are
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
A smiling moon is a heart's desire,
But eclipses are what make it worth,
O forlorn night why do you despite,
Your deepest sorrow is preetiest attire.
A wintery apple is an eyes appeal,
But fiery sun makes it ripe,
O motherly tree why don't you reveal,
Your greatest hatred is worth your life.
Life is but a bunch of roses,
Thorns are what make it special,
The one who is pricked by these,
Knows what fragrance the rose possesses.
Bad days drift forever like wind,
Our will decides how strong they are,
A tree is thrown by thousand storms,
But look how they regrow so strong.
We don't grow by our ages,
Our building blocks are the damages,
Failures have never mirrored the talents,
They just calculate the distance to success.
“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen
Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your beauty, elegance and grace.
You show yourself to us in so many ways . . .
as miniature, teacup, floribunda, rambler,,climber, and
as so many other species of loveliness - a true wonder of God's creations!
Whether on the ground, in the wild, in gardens, or on bushes,
you bring me such pleasure to see your many shapes and sizes.
Unlike pansies and other annual flowers,
which glimmer for a time, then die – never to regrow,
you come and you go, sweet Rose, continuously
from spring, through summer, and until the chill of fall.
Oh, sweet Rose, with your names so charming,
I love you all.
With female names like “Princess Diana,” “Lolita” or “Bathsheba,”
you intrigue me.
With names that reflect the splendor of your many hues
such as “Toffee,” the pale yellow “Sahara,” the bold “Gold Medal,”
“Beyond Blue,” and “Black Magic,”
you enchant me.
With cute precious names like “Adorable,” “or “Angel Face,”
you delight me!
My muse reawakens each spring as your glorious scent
perfumes the air, and you offer yourself to the worshiping bees.
In those rare moments when I see a hummingbird
partaking of your nectar, I nearly gasp with excitement.
Oh, sweet Rose,
whether posing steadfastly in the summer sun,
dancing with breezes, or dreaming beneath the moon,
there is no flower so popular as you.
And no other flower bears so many different meanings
as those found in the paleness or in the vibrancy of your many colors.
Innocence is your white; your friendship, yellow; your modesty, peach;
In burgundy and dark pink, you show forth admiration;
in coral, good fortune; and in light pink, the cheerfulness of youth.
In the tint of amaranth is your passion; in rare green, your freshness;
in purple, your whimsy; however, your ruby red
transcends them all with the purity of love.
The deeper your hue, the deeper is your meaning.
You are the symbol for so many things of which the poet dreams!
Oh, sweet Rose, I adore you. How you inspire me
with each bloom of your dewy petals that I chance to view.
Never do you cease to amaze me, sweet Rose.
May you blossom ever sweetly into eternity!