Long Reveries Poems
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When accidental
auroras stroll along
the pale highlights of
camouflaging corpses
and death blossoms
in vulturous hearts of
dreadful puppets,
she always holds
pixie dusts of
strawberry seeds within
october's obsidian quartz.
Gaze beyond those
glass-stitched horizons,
as she cracks the
carmine cocoon of
judgemental juxtapositions
and transforms
carbon-coated
milliseconds to
magenta-gold
pronunciation of
peaceful phrases.
She is a silken
cream-dove,
floating above
murky musings of
redolent rhinestone-
reveries.
As prismatic primroses
shall cleanse every
sin from the witching
spellbook, she will waltz
in whispering lulls of liberty,
emancipating from
chloroform-stained
chains of blood-
scented blames.
Her sunflower-shield
and aurous
summer-sword of
amber poesy
can slice spicy
silhouettes of
graphite goblins,
she will never
surrender to those
misinterpreting
megalomaniac minds,
who twirl along
masquerading rivulets
of manipulative
assumptions.
She is the shiniest roar
above grimoires of grief,
like an 'unassailable purity',
washing away
emerald exhales of pain,
who mutes each cosmic
raven's lament and
distils russet-white-lilies with
her alchemical aroma.
Each day is time for new thanksgiving.
Lengthen life, enhance your living.
Vigor renews, or so it seems,
When reveries are more than dreams.
Joy is simple and often cheap:
Leap in fields, then picnic and sleep;
Chase fireflies and dance with moonbeams-
Summer reveries more than dreams.
Cuddle at drive-ins, go to a beach.
Enjoy the taste of a sweet summer peach.
Go cruising with friends or wading in streams.
Make your reveries more than dreams.
Each day is time for new thanksgiving-
Sweet summer reveries more than dreams.
(This rhyme is a type of sonnet called kyrielle sonnet
for my favorite season of the year!
For the Seasonal Bliss Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle)
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful,
deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes;
the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful,
my short life has been full of death and whys.
Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes,
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars;
my short life has been full of death and whys,
at night all my beloved are the sparkling stars.
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars,
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies;
at night my beloved are the sparkling stars,
my forever grief is full of long past sweet reveries.
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies,
weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone;
my forever grief is full of long past reveries,
within my soul the forever sorrow still moans.
Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone,
yet from this pain something beautiful was to be;
within my soul the forever sorrows still moan,
and I write from a scarred soul my sad poetry.
Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be,
the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful;
and I write from a scarred soul my poetry,
these scars on my soul are beautiful and painful.
If carelessly, we lose the ethereal things we value,
what other treasures might we then forsake?"
~ Quote by poet
I will always hold dear to my heart, ethereal things,
love letters, written and received, feathered wings.
Poems I've penned about castles within fantasy realms,
and the fragile seedlings from a grove of ancient elms.
There's my mother's yellowed Alencon lace wedding veil.
Carefully, I must handle it, now since it's become frail.
A diary of dreams I've had, those I never want to forget,
songs that my love and I shared. Losing them, I'd regret.
What could be more Angelical than an infant sleeping?
Memories of such ethereal things are worth safe keeping.
I treasure dried roses because it's such an exotic flower,
and time left of living, when it's measured by the hour.
Friendships that for whatever forgotten reason have been lost.
Sorrow for unfinished poems that never should've been tossed.
I will cling to good reveries that live in my heart forever.
It's an undertaking worth the crusade; a satisfying endeavor.
Grinning at revelry on amber arc of twilight sky
Silently in my embrace you whisper, asking why,
I hang my dreams on the wings of twinkling stars
And let them wander in space searching for mars;
So I point you to freedom, buoying eagle’s flight
And the moonlit horizon shimmering your sight
And the expanse of blue oceans bouncing in tides
And the invisible force of universe gravity guides.
As I hold you in my arms, to fold you in my heart
I assure you that nothing will ever keep us apart,
For you will always reside in my every thought
And be the flame of passion euphoric dreams allot;
Affirming my love in beauty of primrose flowers
And rainbow of colors past the retreating showers.
Oh, how I hold you near, treasuring you my dear
Serenading gift of future in endearments hearts revere,
Ready to engage the night in my romantic themes
As you walk in my reveries in dawn’s golden beams;
Step gently in my soul to amble in my dreams,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
January 31, 2020
Placed 2nd: Famous poetic lines that inspire poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” By W. B. Yeats
From the poem Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Placed 3rd: Strand select B contest by Brian Strand
Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples flushing their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
Way down to where young bushes nestle
Above gentle sail of Charles River
crossing a moat...slowly, foliage begins to drop
thin leaves in nearness of autumn’s embrace,
As more shredded timber follow in graceful float
Where mauve petals kiss the air.
The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
Reach a final close of summer fire,
Cluster of moments drape veined trunks
With sniffs of earthy scent, reminding me
How lush the branches swell against heat
Of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
Coated the moon with paint of reveries,
Fresh the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a fleeting sketch of romance, and then,
Like a drift of frail boughs in milder rumba dips,
Trees hold sepia charades, until....
In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries,
Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening,
A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open,
To skies where eternity whispers secrets to the gathered stars.
He is the sole architect of the divine murmur,
Casting his heart as a sacred manuscript upon the wings of the wind,
His solitude, an overflowing chalice of elegy and ancient hymns,
Breathing life into the yawning void, preventing the collapse into suffocation.
Mountains bow in reverence to his silent reveries,
While forests etch their ancient tales into the tapestry of his thoughts,
Cascades of time pour forth in silvered streams,
Reflecting the profound melancholy coursing through the eternal poet.
He speaks the language of distant stars and forgotten rivers,
Each word forming galaxies, each sentence an ocean,
Transforming the mundane into ethereal shades of sublimity,
Infusing the ordinary with the haunting echoes of infinity.
The world, a fragile latticework of sighs and whispered secrets,
Would disintegrate into dust, deprived of his solitary songs of solace,
For he, with the poet’s quill, sanctifies every breath of existence,
Imbuing dawn’s light and the twilight’s tender kiss with poetry’s grace.
In his sanctuary, where the cosmos extends a delicate breath,
Blooms a garden of celestial rhymes, infinite in their beauty,
Every leaf inscribed with verses, each blossom a timeless sonnet,
Softly voicing the profound mysteries of the beyond.
Thus the hermit, sentinel of the arcane horizon,
With his window open, offers us a fleeting vision,
A glimpse of sacred transcendence within the fabric of reality,
Saving the world from the abyss of insignificance with the brushstroke of the divine.
While I gaze at nightfall through chilled droplets
my musings try to redesign past reveries:
oh those exotic, summer escapades now buried
in gravestones of ice- powdered vapor…
and now the blistering winds return
when a frigid son of Poseidon veils
eve's tableau with ghastly pines
like numb statues macabre and furrowed,
hiding the radiance of moonlight.
Looks drab, not interesting, yet come early morn,
the sprigs beckon a tune elegantly droning
on lucent flakes to nibble the skyline red…
a mirror of stars circling in a gentle, gentle prance,
this, only in the magic of a white winter spell.
9/24/2016
Interesting Contest for john lawless
Parallel
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy dusk
And, thinking that I walked
Enfolded in the snowy twilight,
Only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints
Slowly walking
Side by side
With my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody
Of the winter’s stormy
Forest celebration
Until
The path uncurled around a curve
Revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler,
Familiar to my heart,
Plodding
Through the windblown drifts
Bent,
Stooping beneath a heavy burden
Slipping side to side
With every step
Until the baggage
Pulled
The bearer to the snowbound path –
A solitary figure
Captured in the jealous grip of gravity -
And so I left my reveries,
My path,
Crossing through the unmarked snow,
The snowy wall,
Between us
To lift the burden
Of my companion in the twilight
To follow in the footsteps –
In silence -
And
Knowing
I could not lead upon this path,
Nor walk within the chambers of another heart,
But only trace the tracks
Outlining the journey of my friend
In this brief moment of time and stars
Beneath a darkening sky
Till we would walk in parallel
Again.
Gentle whispers of stillness bleeding
Tranquility, purity and mystery
Secreted within the spiritual intimacy
Between two hearts who share
Destiny, infinity, eternity
Whimsical gestures of joyful moments
Captured within spiritual timelessness
Stealthy silence dancing with sensitivity
Riding on the wings of creativity
Assurance of God’s breath on our lives
Fires of insight ringing truth and wisdom
Arousing heartfelt feelings of desire
Warming souls with all that is energizing
Intriguing belief in tomorrow’s promises
For something more, echoes of a miracle
Wondrous reflections of our heart’s dreams
Ringing relief through the center of devotion
Carrying hope on the wings of our reveries
Encompassing around us all that is carefree
Filling me with compassion for creation
Amazing insights drift in fragrant breezes
Softly calling out our names with appreciation
Sending truth to our spirits and wisdom
To the core of our being, our heart’s center
Where we will always know the joy of giving
Anxiously gasping for the air of kindness
Sagacity enlightens the passions of yearning
Filling our hopes with grace and benevolence
All that brings everlasting peace and serenity
The answers to the prayers that we’ve breathed
Reflections of inspiration running through me
Like lifeblood, energizing and enlightening
Exciting my aspirations with assurance that I will
Know love that assures me of all that is real
God’s grace reassures me that we are united infinitely
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(9) any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 13, 2020