Long Rocky Poems
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Mauve sweetheart of mountains
your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars
amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage
and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave,
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow.
Yet graves are amethyst-studded with promises of tomorrow;
lifeless lilac revived by meandering kisses of mountain streams...
Sleepy sweet-scented stars dream delicate dusk,
bloom on hostile ground, birthed from rocky earth,
storm-swayed but unbroken, budding
through the longest night, awakening
violet visages unfurling from the heart of dark
to be reborn in gold-gifted dawn.
Tenacious you cling as morning sings
to the small yellow sun that rises
in each resilient heart.
The spring awakens
From beneath frost the earth warms
As sun rays alight on the rocky surface.
Dormant and waiting, so patient,
Just biding time until it's right,
Embryonic shoots break through
Blinking in the bright, clear air of revival,
after winter's stark fingers laced the land with ice.
Petals punctuate the burgeoning grasses.
Soil recovering from frozen depths,
As winter's kiss becomes a distant memory.
As our ancestors 'afore,
the women who fought with
The purple the white the green
And at her centre, in the image of the weak sun.
Our star cimbing across the southern sky
Brings hope to the eye of the day,
Widening, following and closing,
As the day ends so the daisy closes her eye
Once more to sleep, yet tomorrow comes soon, And her eye once again shows the soul of the earth,
Her window opening through the petals.
HOW SWEET IT WAS
I stand here recalling my childhood
When we went on a playing spree
Running across the rocky road
Pretending to be a dove so free
We created our own little street galaxy
And played skittles across our Milky Way
The one who hit all was titled hero sno-caps
And the one who missed was zero butterfinger jay
Running around the stones like nerds
We had a good time like a jolly rancher
We ate sweet Kit Kat during the breaks
And will always remember that 5th avenue adventure.
Form: Rhyme (abcb)
Contest: How Sweet It Is
Sponsor: Carol Connell
10/11/18
I have a weedy patch of earth
Beside a creek’s rocky path
Where it could take a miracle
To bring to life a young plant
I dig the dirt until it’s soft
Rich and dark and accepting
Like the heart who hears
Gods word and discovers
The tender joy that comes
From listening and hearing
The way to know God’s Son
Finally, the plants grow strong
And I sit back to view my work
Thankful for the beautiful plants
That bask in the morning sun
And the sweet hearts who see
The joy of knowing God’s Son
Intimately, forever at peace
Are those who share in His victory
Rocky Marciano was the only Heavyweight champion who couldn't be beat.
In all of his forty-nine prizefights, he never once suffered a defeat.
This awesome boxer had heart, stamina and he was strong.
Some people also thought that Mike Tyson couldn't be beat but they were wrong.
Marciano was the Heavyweight champion for four years.
He had fists of fury and didn't know the meaning of fear.
But sadly something happened that filled people with disgust.
In 1969 he died in a plane crash on the last day of August.
The next day after his death would've been his 46th birthday.
It is never easy to see such a great person pass away.
(DEDICATED TO ROCKY MARCIANO WHO DIED AUGUST 31, 1969.)
Rip Tides
Dead serious this depression business rocky murky
with tides like a tsunami suggesting certain
drop zones
that kill
No swimming but drowning lead weights in my heart and no
wetsuit for balance and buoyancy no compass the currents are
dragging me
out and down
Inner pirates lure away from the shore and most of all
from my Self little devils like giants amplifying
what is there
and what is not
The lighthouse is dim and yet irritating a stroboscope racing
torched thoughts spin in endless loops and blinding flashes on
automatic pilot in
steady apathetic inertia
24th July 2018
Six years on foot
Through far and hurdling paths like wilderness
My secondary learning root
Which taught me to taste and endure bitterness
Oh my brain of rational thoughts:
In the mornings it felt cold but fresh
And in the noons hot but full of competence
Yet I in wisdom remained afresh.
My shirt white was not as it was
The trousers blue-black could hardly its colour survive
Of them were made other fashions
And the prescribed white shoes to serve—
Pedestrianizing both on rocky roads and tars,
Loosing its first fine form gradually—
I should always to say thanks and sorry.
We Trinitarians were a mere picture of the colonial missionaries.
In school we lunched our books
As we were often empty-in-pocket:
We would go hungry and return angry
Battled we with school's ups and downs
Nothing to better to eat
But either drank groceries,
Or fill our stomachs with water from the bloody tap
Those days were best but not happiest to us.
The school Holy Trinity would never be the weak's
For only the strongest could survive;
Some would exit or fall out
It'd always be the best
Entity of extreme excellence
All boys sound and brimmed!
Catapult of coiling character
All boys virtuous and righteous!
Today, we are proud alumni
Eligible to rendering to our country services
To prove that we did learn from the school.
THREE IN ONE
Fortified towering walls surround
persons running through and fro
stature small and little feeble
only a fig tree available for him
yet, he ran too.
Fast!
climbing the tree with all his might
just to have a glimpse of this
wonderful man: our God- Jesus Christ..
who in thousand sunsets and thousand sunrises
succeeded to win hearts and disciples...
Walking upon seesaw waves
He invited him
Unafraid, He silence the raging storm
He appease them
calming the wandering spirit
He embraces each one with light
Engulfing beyond approach
outlasting borders reproach
His popularity a thousand years
His million miles echo healing aches
a soothing breeze resurrecting hope
yet, some were threatened
scared to be thundered
as cornerstones
He shook and changed
mistaken fate and faith bender
They took Him.
Placed Him in trial
Flicking hurt - Inflicting pain.
Lashing jolts of torture down to the bone.
Each bang of the axe nailing Him tight.
So excruciating
allowing helplessly stairs of His death.
Lifted high after the third day.
Blooming sun, welcomed His life back.
As cloud carpet and choir of angels
enthroned Him high.
Leaving His Holy Spirit behind.
His Holy Spirit present
each daylight smile and nightfall frown
waiting. waiting. waiting for us - people.
Our God whose presence is present everywhere.
Recognizable in the most natural flower.
Bathing us strength through tornado of trials.
Showering us honey warmth happy sunbeams.
A seedling green leaf in a rocky dry mountain.
The trembling notes folded within rhymes and psalms.
The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit in one.
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:44pm
July 30, 2014
CONTEST NAME: GOD
SPONSOR: REGINA RIDDLE
first place, to God be always the glory..:)
Down the stairs turned to chiseled rocky rungs
the fluid elegance cascades like an ebullient rapid
primal grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval beauty bounty
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charming patterns.
Amorous lustrous stream flowing in cleaved vale
carved between the ambrosial mounds
opens up on the vista of the ivory meadow
supple rhythm of scented jasmine allures
wafting on the canopy of the yonder thicket
and waiting to be adored.
The porcelain ballerina feet as flittering as
the swan en echelon making rhapsodic design
half-way on the staircase stuck motionless
a statue draped in symphony of au naturel motif
the moonbeam lattice covers her with silver screen
and with enigma ethereal.
September 30, 2021
Brian Strand's Contest A Strand (1044)
Mommy, Jim, Bob, and the guys are going to climb Ole Rocky Ridge.
Can I go too, Huh, please can I go. Please, pretty please!
No, you can’t go. You know a boy was badly hurt up there last year.
Come on, Mommy, all the guys are going. Why can’t I go?
Because I said so.
Daddy, will you give me enough money to buy some candy.
No. You’ve spent your allowance this week, and that’s that.
Well, if you don’t give me the money, I’ll just have to steal the candy.
No, you can’t steal the candy. Why not. Because it’s wrong. Why?
Because God says so.
Pastor, why is the human race so apt to do terrible things?
Well, do you remember the Bible story about the Garden of Eden?
Yes, but what has that got to do with society in this day and time?
Oh, but it has a lot to do with all of us today. Why?
Because Adam and Eve messed up.
Mom and Dad, we had a wonderful time at the class party last night.
O, tell us about it! It was a swim party, but they forgot to heat the pool.
Goodness, that must have been terrible. Did anyone go in for a swim?
Yes, all the kids and chaperones jumped in with their clothes on. Why?
Because why not?
Professor, do you think that universes other than ours exist?
Could be! I often ask myself. Is there life beyond planet Earth?
And if so, could another universe exist with our laws of physics?
It’s at times like this that I am inspired to continue. Why?
Because we are here asking the questions.
Mommy, why is the sky blue?
Where did God come from?
Where do babies come from?
Hush, and go to sleep. Why?
Because.