Long Rings Poems
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Her effervescent skin glows upon her baby
No gold crown, nor pedestal, nor zealot,
only exalted hopes between heartbeats let be
Oval black eyes, resonant green her Mantis palette
Vibrations osculating, antennas array,
she orients the airflow with sensing ability
signaling the presence of menacing prey
She is seeker of soils varied for fertility
By wind and water shaped a human form,
giving rewarding rise to a sculptured womb
from dense clusters humbling herself to perform
Of flora, of fauna, vegetal body she’ll rhumb
Influencer of feelings, an empath's birth right,
stems the empyrean heaven of her baby Messiah
rooting warmth, mapping space with sensory light
The constellations foretell, the birth of Sequoia
Of the wind’s rhythm, roots destiny beholds,
named for the patience of the tallest trees
Sired by the cosmos Cotati of star lords
From deep indigo skies that bring us to our knees
Energy beings adrift in soul space
She is now a dark and impenetrable forest
He branchlets, akin of Hala’s race,
Behold spirits weaving on a kismet quest
Once a student of the priests of Pama
wisdom and martial arts, CHOP-POW-KICKS,
metamorphosed Celestial Madonna,
into greener pastures of biometrics
And when asked for a sign by the night star
She’ll lift the Messiah toward the dark vastness
and when ether sweeps smoke rising afar
a glimpse of beauty for a moment no less
Not crown, nor altar, nor throne, only this,
rings in arms, cradled by guardianships
Mother and Child, a universe openness,
'neath what’s written in the stars where all ellipse
Now comes the day when thou art no more here
To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight
As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear,
Untainted free from world’s many a plight.
Transcending din of town, thy musical charm
Reached me, raised beguiling mused rhyme
Up the fathomless mind where love was firm
And celebrated rather lovely clime.
Never we thought of extrication of it–
That tone which bound thy soul with tender strings
To mine, for that was promising and fit
For thy gay throat from which May’s music still rings.
Fled away all those from me unaware,
With thee who did to me a new life swear.
A brain locked into a world of letters and numbers
Concentrating on every meaning
Seeing nothing but what is before it
The mind wanders
Leaving the brain
It floats away, looking back
Seeing a face without emotion
Just pure logical thought
It drifts away
Looking for a sandy beach
A beautiful woman lying on smooth black sand
The setting sun shining warm on her skin
Beads of water glistening in the amber glow
There is a smile
Lips red, moist and inviting
Blowing the sweetest of kisses
The mind moves close enough to hear her breath
Swirling, twisting fantasies dance around
In the distance a bell rings
The sun fades
The beach is swept away
The kissing lips turn into nothingness
The phone rings again and a woman’s voice screams
Loud and piercing
Nearly painful…too painful to bear
“What time are you going to be home?’
Again the brain for all its structure
The mind with its freedom
Become one
And life goes on.
I don’t remember much about our party line, only that we weren’t quite as bad off as what they showed on the Green Acres tv series. We didn’t have to climb a pole to make our phone call. Three rings and it was ours. The kids were discouraged to pick up till they got the number of rings down pat. How annoying when someone didn’t. It was the late sixties and we weren’t rich, this was the least of our problems.
to this day
remembering
our old phone number
AP: 2nd place 2022
Get thee hence! Get thee hence!
Away the riffraff from my fence
Ye've rattled window and rattled doors
Till there's no peace upon the moors
The hallowed folk have left their graves
To rid themselves these noisome knaves
The tyrants peal rings through my head
Till any room for thought is dead
I'd rid myself this fearsome bane
If I had not a limp and cane
Yet wield do I that wood in vain
For the blighters to abstain
Their laughter loud begins to boil
Not troubled they at all my toil
Surrender I with naught a choice
For it seems I've lost my voice
I must placate them one and all
Returning to them their playball
All heaven's hosts rise early Autumn nights
A million stars a-twinkling merrily
The moon reflecting sun's diurnal light
Silhouetting lovers, snuggling cozily
My fireplace crackles, warming slippered toes
A whistle from the kettle on the stove
The doorbell rings; in cold like this, who goes
Come in, dear friend, do not this cold night rove
The stranger enters, shiv'ring head to toe
His face pale blue above his knitted brow
Removes his gloves; into his hands he blows
He would yet tell his tale, but knows not how
Exhausted steps, and then he stumbles, falls
~His story's buried deep within my walls
(Iambic Pentameter)
Stress, Solitude & Space
Written: by Miracle Man
3/18/2020
Each day I’m found to be a more private person,
the more intrusion i have, it means things worsen.
My only peace comes, during early pre dawn time,
at no time ever am i caught feeling sublime.
The phone always rings with the next unwanted pest,
if known I answer, letting call block eat the rest.
Politicians and charities, those helped before,
begin the conversation with, could you help more?
It's not uncaring, or for others find no place,
I'm a “Tough Old Bird” who needs solitude and space.
From about 2:00 am until dawn
is my time to share things with the Lord.
Tom
Shuttered birds flutter from balmy bough
Shedding feathery cloak that winter's chill did endow
Fueling grounded wings with solar beams
Pairing together in reconnoitering teams
Scouting hill and dale, Spring's contraband to glean
Garnishing their bunkers with bristling thigs and thatched screen
Prating loudly in fecund court; feathers carefully preen
In rhapsodic chorus their prancing feet to and fro careen
Dancing in harmony; their mating anthem rings
Matriarch's incubating wings over fertile plaster clings
In due course, waddling, furry chicks from each blanched shell springs
Frugal pilots navigate their sparsely furnished compound
Probing each nook; scouring each mound
Pulse and liquids their drills and talons impound
With nutritious cargo in tow homeward bound
Returning to nursery, satiating each bleating sound
Days from now we'll be married
Nervous as I could be
Are you really gonna marry me
Is this thing for real
Stumbling over my yesterday's
Hoping everything will
Be okay
Can't believe we're getting
Married
Looking to a future
Will anyone care
Sent out
Invitations, will they
Come or do they care
This is the point were
Everything seems surreal
Picking out songs
To dance to it such fun
I laughed in the beganning
Now we're done
Can't see you till tomorrow
All those woman I use to know
The one unobtainble
The ones I let go
Found my new tomorrow
It started yesterday
Can't wait till tomorrow
I wanna hear you say
Baby I love you
Limos here time
For us to go
Got the rings can't
Forget the tuxedo
church is full thanks
For letting me know
Can't wait to see
My lady
Let it be.
Let me flow through you like a beautiful love song.
Let our days together be joyous and oh so long,
So I can enjoy your being along for the ride.
Let today be a good day, with only happy tears to be cried.
Let me fill up with pride when I talk about her.
Let her walk in my footsteps to see how much I love her.
Let her soul be for real, like the scars formed from the hurt,
Only true love can cause and I will never cause it to her.
Let it be that she can see the truth I speak,
For within me is only pure honesty.
Let her truly understand the poetic words I speak,
For she has inspired many, but none more than me.
Let her light up a room as she walks into it.
Let her switch off the lights when we are creating a kid.
Let our bond last forever in marital bliss.
Let me go before I lose her, for that I could not cope with.
Let me meet her in the next life and as we each walk into Heaven.
Let me spend my days with her, not a few, but every seven.
Let us talk about everything we think is a godsend.
Let our story be written and told again and again.
Let the history books show that she is all I know,
All that I see, all that I hope,
Will be with me throughout all time.
Let me be with her, for that would be sublime.
Let me show her my words and pictures too.
Let me live with her from now on,
Under all the rest of the moons.
Let me wake up next to her until the day I do not awaken.
Let this love become and never forsaken.
Let us bind together with these golden rings.
Please let us love each other,
For she is my Queen...
Let me be her King.
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