Long Rocks Poems
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I’m walking beside a garden of stone stilled angels
Their eyes are unmoving
But their soul is cowering
I’m cut between the heat of the earth,
The burning sun and the salty sky
I can’t choose the dirt in where I will lie
But I can choose the way that I will die
There's a towering night overhead
With its sword filled with promise to topple me
I’m poised ready for the journey ahead
My legs churning
Heart burning
Away at my flesh
I’m running with the staining salt air dying my sweat
There are rows of roses left out to forget
I’m watching the rocks crumble
The angels ascend
I’m standing alone at the cemeteries end
There is promise brewing in the sea salt sky
Telling the future not where I will die
But where I will lay
When the time comes to say
Goodbye
I’m breaking apart in pieces of stone
That topple and make up my brand-new home
It’s carved with a smile
It took me a while
To realize that this is where I belong.
New doors
Seeking council, in need of guidance.
Pen or pencil, no more patience.
Cold hard fact and solemn truth daily.
Only speak your piece and do not owe me.
Speak your mind or pay me no mind.
Go let it out if you need to shout.
Just say exactly what you mean,
And what you need,
And what you see.
This is no time to hold a mystery.
Without the God’s honest, there will be no witness,
To your digress, or rise, to becoming blessed.
So words are written down in the dumps,
Or upon high as you glide through life.
Will you live it hard and wear your scars,
Like victory bars,
Or hide from those who look upon us from afar?
A major award; a minor detail.
Lies are in the slips.
A missed step could be fatal,
So do not be little.
This is no time for conceding to defeat.
Wear that gauntlet as a fist,
And smash through clouds,
Because life is not always what it seems.
Sometimes life rocks and I am still rolling.
All legal now,
No word is stolen.
Only open,
To new doors.
Walking endless corridors.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
A cornerstone he touted marvalong at his new aquistion. The large stones and medium to large stone would be expensive for pursue and transport. Yet he wanted them. On the high end of the ravine was an area, there it was flat the rocks and stones could be cemented to create the wall for a hillish type structure.Wooden and aluminum beams for frames. With a dry stacked detailed entry, with glass and wooden planks. A structure to marvel for those of our and future thymes. "Which mercies the stresses of creation might the designer be blessed" quoted the structural engineer.Yet affordments provided the limits to this project. Budget minded queries were often met with conversations that made these adventurous folk seem that someone had leaked there wondering, and an atmosphere of exploitation
could have them at the whilm of the contractor. The halfway through scenerio where the only one who has the parts is his grandpa in another country. Him doing us the favor to cost us double the amount. Project Savioring in the backwoods drew the attention of all worldly kinds, leading folk to all ends of exploitation.
From:
The Ballad of Pussy type Men"
By: Contrukious Buildia
"Cement in the clay mixture
Cuts the cost"
Quote by the Exploiter
Which duratrates in the contractors
Favor.
you were walking along a blossom carpet
holding three yellow calla lilies
i could hear the blue river running along the rocks
toward the cullasaja falls where the water raged
we were like giraffes in the rain, first to feel the drops
in our perfumed outdoor living roam
we lived a fairy tale of here and now
we lived a fairy tale two feet off the ground
wilson’s warblers sang in their series of descending notes
and now we were just silhouettes in the sunset
eau sur peau et petits fruits rouges c'était nous
at treks end morning strawberry and cream grew wild
we could see nature’s pick dancing on the clouds
as we sat for biscuit tea beneath a popcorn sky
until the evening primroses announced another day done
time to embrace in the warmth of your silky touch
my eyes rain a sun shower on this our sacred globe.
No eyes to see
its beauty
no nose to smell
its fragrance
opening buds
in silk elegance
nourishing bees
and butterflies
coloring day
with rainbow
and sweetening air
with fragrance
then bowing stem
to life's demands
it drops its halo
of colors
on sparkling
morning grass
or heart of rocks
in sorrow
to ripen fruits
it cannot taste
picked by thieves
or saints
with secrets
of life
encoded in seeds
miracle of
rebirth
it serves neighbor
without lament
as programmed by
the Creator
and if man took hint
from humble plants
switching
from ego demands
to God's
sweet commands
all earth would rejoice
and sing hymns of glory
to life's Creator
Love.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Only Feb 2025 Posted-2/26/25
Twinkles dust the dark's silent hush.
Silver sparks lights on soft velvet shade-
Somewhere in the vast cosmos
A baton's tap opens the stardust serenade.
The Milky Way streams in arpeggios,
The galaxies resound in harmonies,
Every star becomes a wind chime
To ring in the stardust serenade.
Constellations join the chorus,
Choirs of zodiac voices displayed,
All together in Heaven’s grand concert hall,
To play the stardust serenade.
Raise the baton, let's all be swayed,
To join in tonight's grand parade,
When the cosmic song of joy is played
In tonight's stardust serenade.
In tonight's stardust serenade.
Nebulae rise up in slow crescendo,
Planets strum bright chords to keep the beat,
Comets streak in with violin glissandi's
Keeping the score for the stardust serenade.
All the universe rocks 'n rolls in time
To the rhythm of shimmering stars,
All is one, as one and all now join
Singing along to the stardust serenade.
When the dawn begins to rise,
The baton falls, calls diminuendo,
Stars begin to fade, bidding farewell
To softly close the stardust serenade.
Raise the baton, let's all be swayed,
To join in tonight's grand parade
When the cosmic song of joy is played
In tonight's stardust serenade.
In tonight's stardust serenade.
It stands erect over the sea and land
abounding in rocks and stones, protruding
from an ocean full of water and sand
guiding its voyageurs with its lighting
The lighthouse is a symbol for those who
have lost their way and are longing for home
a sentinel at watch, never changing hue
it is a steady light for those in roam
While she lights the candle for the sailors
this monumental grace house beams its light
as the moon turns a different shade of pale
this knight in shining armor shines out bright
Erected and assembled made of brick and stone
a masonry of strength, it always stands alone.
Thoughts of the past beneath trees shade deep sighs
as leaves rain above relax ambience.
A mountain gravel path laced in pigments
freckle crimson, copper, and honey gold
striking crisp blithe as soft waves of fluttering
pinnate leaves still battle for existence
on living limbs, an autumn tarpaulin.
The rise of dust beneath the evergreen,
the rushing timbre cool river against
gravel and rocks banks deep flowing downhill.
A moment adorned in an heirloom time
a bouquet of many autumns that chime;
joy of many early dawns.
Mother deer with newborn fawns
arousing out epic world in springtime.
10/15/2021
Third stanza a serious Limerick
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
MONOTETRA: Each stanza contains four
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in
tetrameter for a total of eight syllables.
What makes the Monotetra so powerful as
a poetic form is that the last line contains
two metric feet, repeated.
STRUCTURE:
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated, A4, A4
A Beach Lagoon
Gorgeous day, it's mid afternoon
Bored, looking for something to do!
Oh, I was just invited to
A beach lagoon, a beach lagoon
Crystal blue waters, ease my mind
Unleashing my creative side
Poetic versus organized
Time to unwind, time to unwind
White sand like silk between my toes
Makes me want to rip off my clothes
Keep on my mesh shorts I suppose
I stand in pose, I stand in pose
Many shells like the angel wing
Skipping the waves, flat rocks I sling
Sun tan is beginning to spring
The pain it brings, the pain it brings
Intoxicating scenery
Secluded from society
Just me, myself and poetry
Feeling set free, feeling set free
Sun starts to fade, the moon appears
Just about bringing me to tears
This day has quickly disappeared
Now in my rear, now in my rear!
Jared Pickett
4/19/2012
Form:
Cursed with misadventure
and persisting hardship,
he still walks the razor's edge
And he walks through
shards of glass
with both feet bleeding.
He's stubbed his toe
on one too many rocks
making his way
through the bumpy pathway
of life; despite his struggles,
he remains resolute in spirit.
He encounters mountains;
many stand towering over him,
but he never turns back
or gets around them.
He keeps on climbing
to the summit.
Life hasn't been kind.
It has thrown him curveballs,
it has beaten him down
and tested his resolve,
yet he smiles
through it all.
Life's Struggles- Any Form - Updated- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 03/04/2021