Long Rocks Poems
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Who knew the little bird would grow wings
And fly over the legendary kings
Now the flying bird in the air swings
His sparkling coloured wings.
Who knew the little bird would learn to sing
Songs of beautiful tunes and rhymes
His had been lamenting ballads
Cursing Maryland plantations
But see how the singing bird sings
Of books, suits and wines.
Who knew the little bird would learn to feel
The sickness, tiredness and coldness
His had been cracking the rocks
With unquestionable willingness.
And who knew the little bird would fear not to perch
Upon every tall tree tops after long search
For which it’s little nest would beautifully hang
It, had been in the dark quiet cave
But see how its young ones come singing
From New York trimmed vegetation.
Form:
Life On Mars
Horizons on the red planet rise
To the thinning skies powdery pink
Smoke like, ghost like creatures, pillars of sand
Lifted ever up in the cool swirl Martian winds
Nearly airless as they come to life
Cyclonic Cyclopes dust devils arrive
Grain like monster machines take shape
Terrorizing the silent planet’s sleep
Mars on the rise only wants to keep the peace
To watch the distant sun go by
Cliffs on the other hand, sit perched for centuries
Hold their own in shadow and in light
Observe the show below, delighted
Desert planes with ghostly pillars
Made of sand, married with the timid wind
Came to life upon those seas
Dancers on the lonely planet land
To act for audiences who did not show
Then lifting over rocks and mounds
Life on Mars moves on to other spots
For more performances
In the palm of a silent city,
Mother Earth's body seems torn by all anger
with sins never read
by a child's prayer in the corner of an old chapel.
Old roots seem isolated in ancestral lands
the smoke of incense and joss sticks wanders without a spell
then all the stiff leaves
move in search of sharp rocks
as a home to sow all the life that brings life.
Mother's tales seem to die in the embrace of time
which no longer reads the light of the sky
unable to count
how many conversations evaporate with the breeze
to surrender to see a truth?
Oh God, my blood bride
how much longer?
my silent city will no longer die before the sun.
Atambua-NTT, Indonesia, December 2, 2025
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I was born of trembling stone,
cold and sharp, unnamed, alone~
then the rains came, soft and slow,
whispering, You must flow.
I carved my path with silver teeth,
gnawed the earth beneath my feet,
sang the songs the rocks had taught me,
wore the valleys down to naught.
Men arrived with nets and prayers,
called me holy, called me theirs,
built their temples near my back~
I drowned them when I chose to crack.
Now I am old, but not yet tired,
my body wide, my voice entire.
I swallow sunsets, spit out stars,
while the moon strokes my scars.
i swim in the pools of your eyes
lost in depths, a cascading thought
stumbles through mind in misted cries
wondering could your heart be sought?
i've tumbled once on rocks of past
drowning in the depths, my heart sank
its echo, a thunderous blast
left me jaded, a soulless blank
my heart pounds fast, my mind thinks twice
wondering is love what it seems
is in you found true paradise
or oasis of lusted dreams?
i stand in this moment aglow
lost within the depths of your eyes
lured in the thrust of your shadow
i surrender in breathless sighs
September 26, 2019
N-A Rerun 3 poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
September 21, 2019
Picturesque Rhyme Poetry Contest n/a
I am so enthralled by a verse
an impressive and virile style conquered
quenching one’s thirst seems hardly emerge
however; all songs, stories and ideas being shared
are gems and have secrets unparalleled when compared
some of the lines titillate the many of my senses
some are like music being played in syncopated rhythm
words paints the images either in abstruse or in complex pieces
undulating emotions rock most of my system
torch of learning is a winch to my fervid will power’s stem
dazzled by highly metaphorical words as if vitreous rocks radiate
like tales of unprecedented events trying to amuse me under the rain
viewing it with fire of ceaseless aims through words that substantiate
analyzing processes be done like sifting and winnowing of grains
a triumph of a glorious scene, a clear topography reigns
Written: March 13, 2013
By Leonora Galinta
(for occlusion contest)
Second Place
Contest: Occlusion
Judged: 3/18/2013
Sponsor: Poet Joe Maverick
On the day the angels came
To the island of the dead
There was nothing more to do
And all had been already said
The waters black with time
Circled round the rocks of lime
The trees had turned to stone
And the sky had long gone home
On the day the angels came
To the island of the dead
There was no air for breathing
Nor room for wings to spread
All light had fled the caves
All souls were left unsaved
And the buildings of the past
Came tumbling down at last
On the day the angels came
To the island of the dead
They gave one fleeting glance behind
But moved swiftly on ahead
Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
That nerdy look is just too dorky for this lass
I've had lots of men flirt with me throughout the years
But one dressed like that and I'd be laughing with tears
He'd make an impression
And from my expression
He'd be very embarrassed by guffawing jeers
There's a rumor about Batman going around
When he saw Robin wearing socks and crocs in town
He swatted him with a "ZONK!"
"Why are ya dressed like a punk?"
"Take those hideous things off or you're going down!!"
I've always admired a man who has self respect
One who dresses with class and style, I'd not reject
I'd call him a silver fox
In well-shined shoes, he walks
But in fuzzy socks and crocs, he'd look train wrecked!
Guys, if you want a lady's provocative glance
Invite her to dinner and then share a slow dance
But remember that your shoes
Will give her the helpful clues
She requires to let your flirting lead to romance
June 10th, 2021
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
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Sometimes I feel small
Small but dangerous
Like a single, radioactive atom
Barry Manilow, the Beatles, They Might be Giants, Harry Cow, Madlib, Thom Yorke, Corey Taylor, Theodore Geisel.
I don't write the best poems.
I wish I at least looked like I was trying.
I have too much to write about, and not enough words to say it.
The damage has already been done.
So I float on through an indeterminate stream
unsettling, yet somehow certain,
more so than a gust of wind
a visible, traceable vector
that expands in the favorable paths of life
or at the very least, the eternal now and present things thing that are
the stars,
the gaps in space
and the rocks moving within
the astrotonic plate,
the rift of the present day that is and is always
right here.
Things I ponder sometimes…..
Sea life has a natural bioluminescence that can be found practically no where
on earth except way down deep under the sea, and on a firefly of course.
I think this is why the mysteriously hidden world of the sea seems so much more alive, and dangerously exciting than other places on the earth.
I like to think they reflect what we would actually find in another dimension, or
on another planet, as the “norm”. Maybe people glow in other galaxies.
If we could dig down to the inner core of the earth, without letting air in,
can you imagine what we might find under the soil and the dirt and the clay and the pebbles and the rocks? There might be creatures living down there that are actively glowing.
But we would never know it, for when the air hits them their glow dissipates
like when the air hits our blue blood making it appear to be red.
I have pondered this many times in three weeks, as I have had four IVs and I have seen a lot of my own florescent blue blood turn red.