Long Relishes Poems
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A fine man of his time, has proper explanation
for our predicament. No good man would look him down even
if they disagreed on face masks. He stayed on the deeply alien Trump land
where fantasy reigned with vehement surge in parallel to the disease.
You may commend him, or reprehend him, nothing affects his mission to
guide us to safety. If praise is needed, he elbows it to the side. To feats of platitude he's a total stranger, speaking with reason next to a phantom of opera and his zeal for wilderness of delirium. Acute is the pandemic and his place in history reserved in the circle of giants, the greatest of our era. In confidence, he's tracking down a virus in its black thundercloud, a light that sheds a modest ray with magnanimous lament. We are bound to him as a teacher and philosopher who learns from immemorial sages and their warm and tranquil nests with bursts of energy on his calm, sweet face that speaks truth to the power of disease, what he foremost relishes is a good vaccine news.
My tabby cat with spectacles on nose,
Sits on a chair in imperial pose.
She holds an open book in one hand,
And a mug of coffee of a fresh brand.
Though she controls only the mouse,
She acts as though the empress of the house.
She sits content in the glare of the sun,
And reads of adventures of great fun.
With a blink of eyes and flick of ear,
She keeps turning pages in great cheer.
She relishes sipping the hot coffee,
And enjoys her uninterrupted spree.
She sits dangling her feet in joy.
I wonder what is her next ploy.
Folding the book, she bids goodbye,
And drifts off to sleep closing her eye.
The forest wilderness calls when autumn arrives,
It is the call of the wild beckoning to me;
Of brilliant foliage across open swaying meadows,
Of the ducks seeking food in reflecting rippling water.
Their plumage magnificent in the sunshine,
I like to hike the forest trails where red maples blaze;
And birds perch on mossy river boulders,
Of a creek that twists and turns through the fall forest.
Nature's patterns repeat in endless variations of flowers,
In meadows, thickets and open areas;
A wind whips my long hair and a lone tree clings to a cliff,
And polished rocks line the banks of the creeping creek.
That twists and turns through the autumn forest,
Leaves decorate every turn with enchanting scenes;
Lichen covered tree trunks punctuate the fall foliage,
And ferns are withering and dying amongst the glory.
Water thunders over the polished rocks in the creek,
And fall finery clads the hillsides so beautifully;
With golden red of the maple tree, yellow aspen and birch,
And the stained glass leaves fall in quiet still places.
A worn picnic table covered with multi-hued tones,
And a weathered old oak witnesses the passage of time;
I explore the cliffs and meadows where marigolds bloom,
I am a hiker who relishes the sweeping views of the wild.
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October 20, 2015
Verse
Prompt - Call Of The Wild
For the contest, Triple Prompt - Hear The Calling
Sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
Battle cries circling through the air
Civil Rights alert and Caution
Speak out wrong and make right
Eyes of the world standing and being counted
Dr. Martin Luther King stood strong and determined, and made a mark on Civil Rights history back then
It’s time to make our history in the making being now and continuous
We must walk through the forbidden waters
Not eat the forbidden fruit that wants to destroy
The need to mobilize and bring Civil Rights another surprise
The journey and atmosphere in Dr. Kings honor
Footprints left as a floorplan track
Our time to rise up
Legacy echoes
Brothers and Sisters don’t be still
There is work in civil rights to fulfill
Breakthroughs unto will
Dr. King being our pinnacle of strength
Breaking barriers at every length
Distance showing no stop
Horizon in observation in what is to come
Agenda full of courage and determination towards victory
Dr. King’s story speaks for itself in action fact
There is a need of a new chapter that couldn’t be finished by Dr. King
There was never no conclusion, but a fight that relishes on
We can’t settle and be silent
Surrendering is not an option
Multiple eyes on the civil rights principle
Rise up and not give up
Freedom our liberty
Change our reality
Unity our togetherness
Battle cries echoes
The Mountains hear and respond
Brothers and Sisters we are the solid ground for which we stand
“WE THE PEOPLE”
Rubin’s Cup
Rested in conclusion that water vessels cast push pull as they propel
the motions’ notion from confusion’s stagnant nightmares
into another settling day of canyons’ crevices in mid-day tinges
she searches an attic of mindful antics antiques anticipation
restores all crayons of the rainbow’s might progresses colours from
within the lines proceeds to shade the shadows that await
outside her channelled tracks paints transfigures Rubin’s cup to faces
collaborates collaterals and relishes in wondrous ambiguity
Her eyesight has begun to fail.
Soft-spoken words she cannot hear.
Though once quite strong, she now is frail.
She feels her final sunset near.
Though sights and sounds that thrill her heart
are growing dim, she feels so blessed.
When senses only serve in part,
her lively mind's eye sees the rest.
She relishes a balmy breeze
when roses bloom on warm spring days
and trilling birds perch in the trees
before they rise and soar away.
About her soul, she feels at peace,
assured it soon will make its flight
The instant earthly breath shall cease,
she’ll take her place in Heaven bright.
posted August 25, 2015
June 8, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's June 2018 Premiere Contest
June 22, 2022
entered in the Flight Two Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Melancholy Michael is my friend.
He comes to town and blue always begins.
We play our flutes to uplift his bad mood,
But he relishes his sadness solitude.
Melancholy Michael, so depressed.
Hangs his head down lower than the rest.
So gloomy and sad, he’s miserable too.
We sing and dance, to chase away his blue.
Melancholy Michael, perpetually joyless,
And somber as an angry crocodile,
I try to teach him happy pastimes,
But not once have seen a real smile.
Melancholy Michael is coming to town.
His energy depletes me, pulls me down.
Melancholy Michael is my friend,
But to save myself, this
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light
One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well sees the paths and their leadings
One a stickler for the ways of the ancestors
Better he who remains until he finds new conviction
Than he who tramples on God as one of the gestures
Of one feeling free of need for his accumulation
If the worldly want to keep their worldliness
With cunningness, insistence and assertion
Ye called by God's Name keep your godliness
With faith, the Word, assurance and meditation
Whoever know what to do and doesn't sins
Whoever lacks by rejecting knowledge perishes
Yes, endowment can come to one who gleans
And a gleam can lead to the light that virtue relishes
K. Muitherero
The frenzy takes center stage,
where it feeds on urges
that reflect its animal nature.
Hurried, it further imprisons itself
within doubt and uncertainty.
Restless yet hopeful, it begins
the process of investigation.
Shedding light on activity,
it plays behavior on loop.
Moving further away from yearning,
it begins to immerse in quietude.
Disengaged and energy preserving,
it sets on the path to
the Ultimate Reality- a space
where impulses prove fruitless,
and the self is relinquished.
The stages of jhana are fulfilled and
Nibbana is quickly approaching.
Here, the mind relishes in equanimity.