Long Rengay Poems
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The Bulldog Gets Married
The day is perfect:
Sunlight gold
Sapphire blue
The skies smile down upon us
Silence rings with joy.
She too, stands perfect:
Her Beauty pure
Her dress like snow
Swirls about her flawless youth;
The quiet music starts.
Together we walk
Hand in hand,
Stone by stone
Her future waits before us,
Shining in the sun.
She who won my heart
Rules his today;
There he stands,
Ablaze with love and honor
Watching our approach.
The final end of Childhood comes
As with one kiss
All is sealed
With public vows and rings
All who witness much approve.
The photographs
Are duly taken
The friends all laugh in love
As my daughter rules her Day
With not the slightest show of effort
The Past enfolds the Present
As we lift each glass and toast
We all accept our Futures
As the sun smiles on us all,
Enfolding us in light
Shared memories fill
The festive air
The dying Summer
Stretches out in languid Peace
To make this Day Eternal
Yet even Eternities end,
Making way for others;
The Forever light of Childhood
Yields to Infinite Adulthood, that to Age,
On into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...
Pair by Pair
The guests depart
The Couple leaves to start their Life.
The silent Wheel turns ever on,
Bearing us upon its rim.
So she who owns my heart
Leaves holding his;
All is as such things should Be.
A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
The Quiet rains around us.
A Forever Day, this Day;
A piece of What Will Ever Be:
Love and Laughter
Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
In a Silence that rings with Joy.
Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
Playing fireworks
on lovers' palates
scintillating senses
The shared spaghetti noodle
growing shorter
Sunlight fading
into a sweet dream
aromatic Osmanthus
'tween the slits of enclosed fingers
flashes of a firefly
Smolders of passion
unfolding within
Chrysanthemum mysteries
Instead of the bee
her tender touch
Frozen fixture
all the yellow once in the field
now in the moon
Aesthetic display
of a crystallized Rose quartz
The snowy hills
at this time a strange warmth
morning blush
Purplish Crocuses
pop their cheerful heads up kisses blown
Thinking himself
to be King Arthur
startled butterflies
Surprised Tulips
opening lips with an exclamation
August heat!
there goes the evidence
of the snail
Spiraling down a Corkscrew vine
into a time portal
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A Collaborated Rengay Poem with Timothy Hicks
Copyright © 2016 July 23rd
Though People think you are so soft
But I know in your veins is blood
Who want to touch you in the croft,
Whose heart submerges in zeal's flood
And your attraction makes them bleed
To hear, it seems cruel, indeed
O rose, your thorns always hurt those
Who want to pluck your soft flowers
You hurt when the danger is close
You leave when one quits your bowers
And in that way, you save yourself
And so keep smiling like an elf
But, I'm a man, I have no thorns
I have my hands to do my wish
In pleasant form, I am like dorns
And to catch birds, I can say pish
But I am more harmful, I think
I can hurt someone in a blink
I have a tongue to say such words
Which can break someone's heart to core
I soaked in blood thousands of swords,
All is for me, is not that sore?
Any rose never plucked a rose
Who cuts own heads, I am in those
I am not fragrant, that makes me
Think I'm not perfect, I should have
Everything, of need that can be
So, I can spend my life in rave
You are so soft but have no wish
And I need you, I'm in anguish
Stank Breath and Funky Shoes Blues
I was at the soda shop the other day.
Met a cute girl there by the way,
Only thing about that I can see
She had terrible stank breath...whooooeee !
On top of that, when I could again peruse,
I gathered my wits and looked for advice I could choose.
But nothing came, so what did I have to lose.
So I sidled up beside that pretty thing
that’s when I saw those funky shoes.
Oh man, stank breath and funky shoes,
how on earth could a sane man choose
to woo that thing and maybe lose,
to a bait of stank breath and funky shoes?
Well, I went to the Walmart store,
and got stank breath stoppers, maybe ten or more.
I just didn’t want that stuff botherin’ me for shore
so I rubbed and I scrubbed til her feet were sore,
I most had blood dripping to the floor.
But I’ll tell you one thang, I had clean feet galore.
Charles G. Henderson on the rampage again, Lord where is the Lone Ranger and Tonto? Where is Tarzan?
I maybe even need superman and the power rangers. My funk has me towin’ the line,,,,,,,geeze grab me some of that krytonite stink stomper fast.... I’m leavin’, hep hep me Edith, no Carl you just stay where you are... I need edith.
Oct. 7, 2019
My Latest Forte...this Oct. 7th, 2 days into being 83. Gracious if I’d a knowed hit wuz this fine, Ida got a whole wad older...sooner.
A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.
Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.
January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper
coffee to warm the hands
walking the railroad
refusing
to stay put
a child's balloon
spring in her step
red moon overhead
has dusk come already?
the field of tulips
seem to say
unwavering and gentle
strong as stone
mountain peaks
wind through summer meadows
a tender caress
lying there still
a heart-shaped mark
steady rhythm
ebb of the tide
broken shells
spiraling earthward
the last golden leaf
fading in and out
memories sweetly touched
a dancing flame
burning through pages
another x on the calendar
NOTE: This was my first attempt at a Renga poem, written in collaboration, with one of my best friends from Idaho, Jesse Whitehead. He's one of the few friends of mine whom I could discuss writing with. Though he typically writes fiction and stories, rather than poetry, he was willing to give this poetry format a go; and to my knowledge this was his first time writing poetry. It's a fun little challenge that I hope you all will give a try!
Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks
Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
Playing fireworks
on lovers' palates
scintillating senses
The shared spaghetti noodle
growing shorter
Sunlight fading
into a sweet dream
aromatic Osmanthus
'tween the slits of enclosed fingers
flashes of a firefly
Smolders of passion
unfolding within
Chrysanthemum mysteries
Instead of the bee
her tender touch
Frozen fixture
all the yellow once in the field
now in the moon
Aesthetic display
of a crystallized Rose quartz
The snowy hills
at this time a strange warmth
morning blush
Purplish Crocuses
pop their cheerful heads up kisses blown
Thinking himself
to be King Arthur
startled butterflies
Surprised Tulips
opening lips with an exclamation
August heat!
there goes the evidence
of the snail
Spiraling down a Corkscrew vine
into a time portal
P.S. Haven't been on lately ... hope all is well with everyone :)
Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks
birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
patient as molasses
a surprise in waiting
tiny curled toes
it slipped through the claws
of a brown pelican
sharp as eggshells
words on deaf ears
nary a shrug
the stillness of earth
before receiving the rain
howling wolf
warm tears in the sky
silent moon
atop the pine-wood mantel
the treasured baseball
smoldering campfire
toasted marshmallows
precious longing
she pulls a Jurassic Park
turning on the gramophone
September sun
the wheels on the bus
through leaves and leaves
last stop
says the cattle driver
despite the breadth of these plains
my heart doesn't stray
chilly breath
beating drums
penny tossed to the curve
change of scenery
branches replacing winter
with wisteria
ladybugs gliding
through purple haze
hitting
the teacher's back instead
paper airplane
vapor trails
across the pale fields
did you see that one?
catching only the coattails
of a summer star
but alas
penguins cannot fly
his are whimpers of breath,
lullabies drumming from a rising chest,
his is a soft pat on the head,
a wave of tenderness, trough to crest.
her right hand reaching back,
sensing a nape's outline with touch,
her left hand spider walking,
closing on a leg with a silky clutch.
buttery eyes in half stupor,
weightless minds near limp slumber,
swollen lips distantly throbbing,
tongues muted after flickings limber.
a cheek mere inches from the heart,
the other side kissed by the midday sun,
a moment of reprieve from beastly lust,
whose fiery roars are momentarily gone.
penile twitches against her back's contour,
drying up in its own sweet flaccid time,
reminiscing labias with a head all its own,
inside warm folds of rhythm and rhyme.
mellifluous ecstasy banishing uncertainties,
troubles held at bay by such willing surrenders,
no worries to murk flitting bright hearts,
when raptly swirling in gyres of such breathers.
jumble of sweaty limbs haphazardly entwined,
one languidly quiet and breezy afternoon,
a velvety couch and wispy rays of sunshine,
the leather’s exhales coming none too soon.
I went along hunting, feeling pretty loose,
I heard a shot , saw my friend yep, he hit a goose.
I didn't see to where it fell or where it came to rest,
Until I heard this loud thunk , something hit my chest.
I didn't know what happened but felt like something lacked,
And suddenly to my surprise everything went black.
I woke up in the hospital the doctor had a smile,
Then everyone in the room laughed for quite a while.
Confusion set into my head I didn't have a clue,
What they thought was funny or what it had to do.
With why I was in here and what happened to me,
I couldn't get an answer they wouldn't let it be.
Then suddenly there was a pain that came from on my chest,
I finally figured out where that darn goose came to rest..
Now everytime I hear, a loud and sudden sound,
I don;t know,why but I find,my body on the ground..
I can't control what happens I suddenly just drop,
So if I found that darn goose I'll give him a big pop!
This is a true story that happened to my brother in law, Well all except giving him a pop
we all know that darn goose is dead
Forbidden love we secretly shared....young love don't last that's what they say.
Late nights when the whole world is asleep....we sneak out and meet under the big pine tree...laid in your arms watching the stars praying that this moment would never end.
We live in two different worlds that didn't allow our hearts to become one.
With a darken skin tone gracefully shaded by the sun...and I myself red boned.
Day seems to last longer as I desperately waited into we meet again.
That night when I thought the world was asleep I couldn't run fast enough to our secret pine tree...I waited and waited and soon fell asleep.
The sun blinding my eyes is the reason i could not see the strange fruit that was hanging from our secret pine tree...completely numbed I felt my soul leave my body....and my heart turned into stone.
I could not cry, move or make a sound...I just stood there under our secret pine tree.
My heart died when yours no longer beats...I buried it that very same day....deep, deep under our secret pine tree.