Long Rills Poems
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On the woolly folds of sleep, I sailed to a place
Where thoughts and fancy made an alliance
A place that never existed anywhere on the Earth
And never seen or glimpsed by any human eyes
Before me, I could see in glistening sheen
A rare beauty and a rare grandeur
That heaven seemed to have come down to earth
And the sky and the Earth draped in great splendor
All about me was liquid silver’s dazzling glow
With eddy swirls and falling beams
Above me was the vast panorama of the sky
With chiffon clouds straying far into the seams
Soon I found myself in the cool seclusion of trees
With several rows of flowers bordering the fringe
It looked the angels’ most frequented haunt
From where they gathered blooms of varied tinge
The boughs of trees drooped with blossom’s weight
Leaves trembled in the might of passing gales
Tickling rills and somersaulting cataracts
Gave a heavenly dimension to half lit vales
The meadows were dotted with violets and bluebells
Also clusters of flowers that never seemed to fade
Sweet birds were heard singing on every bush and tree
Below, golden sunbeams played, filtering through the shade
In full mirth I coursed through the planes
Wherever I looked, I found all so fair to view
Gorgeous visions flashed and dimmed
And everything in a magical spell cast in heavenly hue
Though freed from slumber’s entangling mesh
I refused to open my eyes to detain my dream
How I wished I could still be under the magical spell
Of that celestial plane, my fancy’s chimeric realm!
Placed Sixth
March.12.2022
Magical Spell Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
~ My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that day about what is truly important, what I'm most thankful for. ~
The snowflakes cling so softly to my eyes
Each one a sparkling gem of frosted lace
Their fluttered flights like silver butterflies
Released by heaven in uncommon grace
To melt upon my lashes, warm, and trace
Their damp demise as rills upon my face
I wind my way thru swaying evergreen
That dip their limbs to bow a silent plea
Like Currier and Ives, they paint a scene
Of lofty grand cathedrals, soaring free
A vault of stars to crown each regal tree
While high above an owl questions me
I wonder if, like me, he haunts the night
Divining purpose deep within the wood
So grateful for the gifts within his sight
And all that heaven brings us that is good
In that, we forge a blessed brotherhood
Content to cherish living, as we should
Thanksgiving weaves the frigid winds at hand
To bring us both this winter wonderland.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Thanksgiving Memory" Poetry Contest, Regina Riddle, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Winter Wonderland" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
~ This is an "Urban Sonnet", a form created by Laura Loo, a poet here at Poetry Soup. ~
I write upon cloud clump spread on sky of sorrow,
sliding with the storm surge in my moist eyes,
melting to make torrent of tear
like rain drops rolling on
in reticulate rills on frail foliage face,
spurring me to write a poem for you.
The words I write upon cloud take dissolved shape new
in the sadness channel the tear drops trace
on my face drenched in rainy dawn
like withered leaf so bare,
where to write a new lyric the molten script tries,
keeps promise now for there’s no tomorrow.
Drifting in morose sky on the sad time’s arrow,
I can hear how silently pierced heart cries,
as I find you no longer near,
on chosen way you’re gone.
Upon cloud I write this verse no wind can deface,
but will take to you across the sky blue.
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February 3, 2021
Syllable count checked on HS
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone
Contest : My Invented Form-I Write Upon
Sponsor : Constance La France
A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes
(As morning clasps the rising sun)
Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:
Slow streams emerge from melting snows -
The Merchant Ship’s in stark repose...
As Johnny frets with tingling tongue
A Vulture fleeces fields far-flung
(Beneath a bleeding sun above),
And Captain culls the dead with love:
Yes, while the silent water flows,
The Merchant Ship just gulps and grows...
A serpent weaves amongst the weeds
As Johnny dares audacious deeds
(When evening drains the dying day)
To stop the Captain, come what may:
And while the raging rivers grow
The Merchant Ship rocks to and fro...
An owl, a’ branch, has teacup eyes
That glimmer dark as Johnny dies
(Now sown inside the future’s womb)
When flushing Captain to his doom:
Trapped in titanic undertow
The Merchant Ship’s swept down below...
A fledgling bird sprays morning dew
As Johnny Junior’s born anew
(He’s baptised in the dawn ablaze)
To rectify the former days:
Raw rills arise from melting snow
And virgin rivers start to flow...
I swear by the ferryman’s pole, my soul, the tale I tell is true
And if you have a soul, I pray, the same won’t come to you, Boys
The same won’t come to you
In the West, I say, back in the day of the Talon River crossing
When the Claw came down it tore the ground upon which we’d been standing
I say where we’d been standing
In the rocks and rills of the Shorthorn Hills, the cattlemen they would gather
In the Fall of the year when the river runs clear and cider’s sweet and peaches turned to brandy
The peaches turned to brandy
Well the Talon River sometimes claws its way through pleasant Springtime
But it mostly flows down sweet and slow and the trout jump in the moonlight
The trout jump in the moonlight
I saddled up with the boys to fetch the cows down from the mountain
To graze down here where there is no fear a freeze will stop the fountain
No freeze to stop the fountain
Where the gentian stands on the gentle sands as white as the driven snow
'Fore winter's blow fills all this land with the icy one we know
The icy one we know
It was Joe and Pete and Slide Whistle Ike and jolly Jew's harp Johnny
And the new fella Bill who didn’t say much and he kept to the rear of the party
Trailing our dear party
Since he joined the crew the Bar D few who threw lariats for their living
He kept to himself and he'd never say much like someone who was hiding
Like something he was hiding
And we never did know where the Boss found Bill when hands was hard to come by
Nor would Bill say where he'd spent his days when he was just a shaver
When just a little shaver
But we didn't think about it much in this business they come and they go
And the pals that stay are the ones you say are ones that you'd fall in with
The ones that you'd fall in with
The ones you'd stick with thick or thin and count on when you need 'em
On whom you count when troubles mount and someone lies a'bleedin'
Someone lies there bleedin'
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Oh, jungle, deep ...
hug me close your jade breast -
I long to hear a thrum within ...
let your warm whispers tickle
the tympans of my ears with
sultry songs of your essence ...
and your tangle of mysteries.
Face-to-sky, I breathe ...
heaven's warm weep patters -
rinses, bright, your petals
and paths, echoing tender
through primal magnificence,
the labyrinth of rills and falls.
A breeze born of orchid and
paradise, presses your breath
to me, and I wonder aloud of
blessings as pure and perfect,
of moments as divine,
of this, the bloom ...
of life.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Any Poem You Want To Write Exactly 100 Words" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
( Words = #100, counted at PoetrySoup.com )
The distant mountains gleam and glitter
As the sun rises in all his glory
A brilliant glow illumines the earth
And the spell of darkness - comes to cease.
Casting the cover of the snowy mantle,
The morn has emerged in serene peace.
The greenwood echoes the song of birds,
Poured in strains of sweet melody.
The silvery rills that run through dales,
Sizzle and simmer in neat prosody.
Birds that leave their nocturnal haunts,
Dart to heaven’s measureless bounds.
Lovely groves and gorgeous gardens,
Buzz with the hum of Bumble bees.
From the boughs of arching trees,
Hang the blooms of colorful hue.
Wow! They look so exotic to view
Bright with the touch of morning dew.
The waking world now warms my spirit.
Love fills my heart and joy spills out in jets.
In this tranquil scene, as nature parades her beauty,
I stand dazed and sup it to my heart’s content,
Filling my mind with fuel enough,
To run my day through the tortuous tracks of life!
“Wind and Waves eternally speak to us, sometimes in hushed murmurs and sometimes in violent roars. We do not know what they speak. They may be trying to convey the calm and the fury of Nature in turn”- ~ By Poet
I hear a wind whispering from the hills
It comes down tickling the clean woodland rills
From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves
As it pounces on them like wayside thieves
It shakes the branches of flowering trees
And their petals drop like confetti in the breeze
Over hills and trees, it loves to skip and stray.
Always in motion, never inclined to stay
It moves unhampered over streams and field
With no resistance to its might, they simply yield
Like a child, it romps over the shady bowers
In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers
Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover
And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover
It comes capering with a lilt and a swing
We feel joyous when we hear it merrily sing
From an unknown hide out it comes like a sprite.
It always makes us feel its vigorous might
Listen to the wind, it may have something to teach!
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
Your Best Free Verse 2020
Sponsored by John Hamilton
With the falling dusk the drizzling sky descends,
wavers with the rhythm of the rain drops,
cascading within the soft musical torrent,
channeled through the mystique twilight.
The creeping clump of cloud melts afloat,
seeping the spectrum of the setting sun.
Rain drops sparkle in the slanting splash
on the dripping pane of my window.
The rain of joy beguiles the lost youth
that returns innately inspired
to turn into rows of dancing rills,
I feel roll on the panel of my heart.
I hear my heart sing the rain song,
captivating for a while the melodic youth
that wafts with the shower of ebullience
beyond the arch of rainbow ecstasy.
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November 11, 2022
Contest : Inspiring Rainy Days
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet