Long Relents Poems

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Premium Member No Bougainvillea Here

No bougainvillea here,
Wind and wave-tossed shores
Know no such blossom.
What blooms next stormy seas
In western outposts far removed,
Unknown to sun-soft living ?
When silken purple drapes
The open sky, and folds of grey
And pastel blue hang mingled,
Dark-mirrored in the land below,
The daily reckoning may be heard,
Another storm from off the ocean,
Or might the sombre grey dissolve,
Transformed with silvered promise
Of brighter lengthening days ?
For when the earth relents, 
As now it surely must, 
A universal sigh is breathed
Across the waiting dormant land.
As expectation stirs, the great unveiling.
A curtain raised upon a glorious stage,
As now the islands of the west
With wondrous spectacle are blessed.
To my mind, and for what it's worth,
The flowering of the machair
Is the greatest show on earth.
© Peter Rees  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Reflections Recited

SEEING CLEARLY 
An empty space,filled by light
brings simplicity to life,
the empty heart,fills with pain,
cries out why,again,again,
and still the emptiness remains;
Simplicity forgotten
in complexity will drown,
darkness overwhelms the mind,
despair see nought,with eyes blind;
light fills up the empty space
and illumes the vacant place,
hope blots out disappointment
as our emptiness relents.
Singularity brings forth clarity
on which imagination then flies free.
VAPOURS
What are years  but days inter-locked 
one  by one,each  the same but   different 
and yet seen  through  an aging body,remain
unique continuous as we change they ignore
our  passing;flotsam upon a  timeless    sea
AFFECTATION
Love,where can love
be found as each day
the world spins and 
chaos reigns supreme-
Desire outflanks love
and enchains consequence
 in culture's clash- Beauty
trashed and trivilised
innocence so early lost
beneath false masks
of love crushed
into the g r o u n d

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Form: Verse

Premium Member Handiwork

As human beings, we are set a trust

          Dominion over all such lesser things

                    Yet it's axiomatic that we turn to dust

                              The best of what our erudition brings



We take a fertile clay in hand to mold

          The asseveration of our bright intents

                    To throw upon life's wheel and thus behold

                              The magic that our work and will relents



But much of what we strive for falls away

          Our altruistic hopes and aims devoured

                    By all that glitters gold with glut and pay

                              The milk of our accomplishment so soured



Perhaps if we'd first taste that bitter cream

                              We'd shape a world more fit ... our childrens' dream.




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Late April Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Triple A Challenge - 14 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Sponsor.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Battling Addiction

Battling Addiction

Lead me from the dark
Where all is black and stark
Lift me from the hollow
Give me rules to follow

Somehow I have slid away
And I can’t recall the day
Memory now is hard to find
All my hours are unkind

Will you feel the knife that twists
In the place where I exist
Where the demons do abide
And I have no place to hide

Come and look into my depths
Where the devil in me steps
Where I know the monster lies
Come and listen to my cries

Where I run from place to place
From the things I cannot face
To the solace of my friend
Who will kill me in the end

Will you step into my mind
There a jungle you will find
Shredded is my common sense
By the pain that ne’er relents

Once the demon took a hold
He became a thousand fold
Come and feel the terror deep
But no pity on me heap

All I shout from here within
Is to let my steps begin
Solemn is this day I mark
Come and lead me from the dark


R D Seal  26 Feb 13
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Confusing Fusions

What's my point?
I often ask
too seldom
Where's my circle?

Good days are right
as bad feel wrong dark night

And what's our peak communication point?
Where were we when I last remembered? 
you Here
me Now
positively co-invested relationship
bilaterally unnumbered

Light shines in cooperative circles
I quickly exclaim
with delight
too seldom
more forgetfully relents
my dark descends

Past points
not worthy of epic warm melodies
yet unworthy of cryptic cold antitheses 

Of tipping points
to purge Yang divisive causes
against resiliently brilliant
Yintegral effects
unbounded round

Unstuck spiraling in-between
celebrating cooperative approaching peak comedies
avoiding trauma speaking narratives,
decelerating uncompelling
disappointing unpointed tragedies,
disjointed lack of co-relational sense
desecrating reproductive round 
continuous romance,
encircling warm lights
empowering eager tipping points

Repeat again,
What's my point?
I often say
too seldom
Where's our highest
and widest
and deepest
unconditionally warm circle?

Why do knowledge
and information
always have at least one unquestioned point?

While wisdom
unfolds in muse mysterious
warm
and win/win welcoming
round wombed circles
of integrity's most sacred
deepest sensory
healthy wealth potential.


Premium Member Giving of Thanks

Both family and friends have arrived, and it's easy to tell that all is well.                                                    Whether deboarding by car, train, or plane, all looks swell and happy as can be. Everyone from everywhere, just in time to enjoy great foods of every kind and fruits of the vines. Thanksgiving day for many is a wonderful time and a good reason to pause after a long and hard season. To others, it's also a gentle calm before the massive stormy rush of the Christmas Season. So, just before the great 'dig in and drink up' time at the dinner table begins, perhaps this brief Thanksgiving Prayer, or a similar one, may be worthy of some family's attention and consideration:

Dear Lord, there are so many things for which we are thankful, and at this moment we pause to say, "Thank You" for family, friends, and food; for housing, jobs, and careers; for country, church, and The Christ; for life, liberty, health, and pursuits of happiness.  May this pause give us cause for calm of spirit, for silence and solace, for peace and harmony; and we do thank you for your forgiveness as well as the ability you grant to us to forgive others.  And Lord, just as Summer has ended, although with reluctance and lament, giving way to Autumn's decent, and before long, as Autumn relents for Winter's entry, may we learn and practice to yield our wills to the will of you, the Almighty.  In the name of your son Jesus we pray.  Amen.

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Premium Member Songs of Soul COS No 10: ABAB

Absent of pride, gave their lives, those they owed,
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades a past, that they constantly sowed
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed
Readiness spurs insights, smoothing passion
unforeseen tests that fool-hearted, not them
their unbidden stare on death's face, cash in
pushed e'er determined, tensing a rose stem
Unchecked horses, intrepid horsemen burst
barrage relents as foe feared those affirmed
lurked rears castle shadows most accursed
chance lights and afront darken all confirmed
won swords gained Heaven rewards fruition.
Bold victor of few words, save salvation.
Form: Sonnet

Reign of Anomie

Confused world, complex challenges,
contracting earth, climate changes;
conflicting cultures coalesce.

Booms, bangs, shrills, shrapnels
flood the air; blood clots in the street. 
Shredded homes float for sheltered

peace: victims of greed that weathered
the world in her wallows. Who dares
pull back lust or freedom marchers?

Who cares for the mammoth flotsam--
dregs of a fractured world that ripples
under quakes and storms to an unknown?

What a pursuit of freedom that leaves
the world in rubbles--her future forlorn!  
When restraint relents, lust screams.

Wilting, yet nations hail wealth,
not weather; consumption or ruination?
Impel moderation or hug implosion.

Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
      (Feb 24, 2018)

Haeccity Heard

Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace

Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged

Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt

Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages




        Fifth May 

      Finesse Saves
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Blushing Bloom

In  a garden where beauty lies in sweet repose
   A  summer breeze caresses the blushing rose
 And it releases its sweet perfume
    which makes a painted lady assume
It is an invitation to visit the seductive  bloom

     The blazing sun's fiery  eyes  singe  the lovely flower
  Causing  it to  hang  its  delicate  head
 Patiently it waits for an encouraging rain shower
   But it's the sun's harsh  gaze  she dreads 

  When heroic clouds obscure the  sun
      The grateful rose lifts its  sunburnt face
       Composing itself before day is done
  But still longing to bathe in raindrops grace

When the velvet night relents to bright eyed dawn
The rose is soothed by morning dew
As it shines with beauty in the morn
 Gazing  at skies of periwinkle  blue

But she smiles when gray clouds form
As the sun hides from  the thunderstorm
And when the rain comes tumbling down
She bathes in the beauty of her crimson crown
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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