Long Salutes Poems
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cultural revolution
psychedelic evolution
sporting polyester mini skirts
spouting love, not war
rebellion sprouts
flower children
wonder years
rendered drugs
Beatles blew in, humming about yesterday
evening news, Cronkite summing war today
distant shores
scores dying
small, heroic Rosa sat in front
civil rights, King’s light, confronted klan
bullets break the heart of man
good die young, a president’s child...
salutes goodbye -- nations cry
one step on the moon
for mankind
into hope
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For Nette's Contest "Magic Of Decade's Mood"
By Carrie Richards
Cordon
1
Wide Pine Corridors
Lined Up Soldiers
Green waving
Arms,
With the wind
Celebrate my
Coming.
Their Bowing Salutes
Returned With Snap.
2
Behind the Roiling
Files,
Soaring Black Wingmen
Peel Off In Spirals
Flaring Upon Flesh
…Warm Carrion.
Lumpy Low Clouds
Mist
Ore the Trumpeter’s
Blare.
3
Lush Green Carpets
Stretching To The
Sun
Lay Down At My
Approach.
Their Shiny Straight Blades
Glow White
Like the Stones
Lining My
Passage.
As the blazing king from far eastern horizons
Glows and smiles on wee infant toils beneath,
He's by man's ever-sprawling greeting praised,
Basking in vast kudos by eyes and bared teeth.
The new sovereign savors every regal sign
As he arcs past the virgin noon's latent line,
Unwilling to pause despite cloud-born snags,
Undeterred by jealous dusk's advancing tags.
Against evening's envies moves that demigod,
Still unshaken by all enemy barriers miles high.
Into puffed twilight barricades he finally sinks,
And once-lauding eyes dim as doom taps nigh.
Like our gloom-deposed emperor here-above
Is each offspring born of mortals' carnal love.
Salutes of great joy hail them once they come,
And rise beyond midday into life's ebbing term.
When time's long-halted scythes finally strike,
Men's veiled flattery's replaced by cold dislike.
Her face is invaded by networked wrinkles
For she gave to the world all her valued best,
Her input to the current world has tired her
And she looks up to the grave for final rest.
She chose for herself a deprived lifestyle
So as to give to the young something good,
Cars and houses and clothes and fine jewelry –
All were junk if her children had decent food.
The jingling of up-to-the-minute gadgets
Does not amaze this brave and daring seed
That persisted through the lows of a mean life
To birth and nurture the wits that ages feed.
The ticking of time has forsaken her
And failing strength betrays her fast
Yet the world salutes her undying feats
As she unbowed breathes her last.
Pofadder
Named after a snake that warms itself in tar,Pofadder lies still,mirage shimmering , and a petrol attendant grins, ''Don't blink traveler-you will kiss our eternity''.
Hot dust,no mercy,
Serpent sun coils on the road-
Town blinks, disappears.
Tietiesbaai
The ocean blushes against its rocky chest.Fishermen mend nets and tell naughty tales about how this bay its scandalous name.Waves laugh- for even the sea loves a little mischief.
Waves tease the granite,
Seagulls gossip, tide giggles-
Moon hides her face.
Klein Mier Nommer Een
A dot on the desert's tongue.Nothing here but wind,sand, and the stubborn hum of life. An ant carries a crumb across the gravel- proof that greatness begins small and numbered.
Tiny and marching,
Number One in endless sand-
Dust salutes softly.
Tweebuffelsmeteenskootmorsdoodgeskietfontein
(Spring where two buffaloes were killed with a single shot)
The signboard itself is a novel- a saga of hunters,thirst, and a tongue-twisting laughter. Locals say if you can pronounce it right you've earned your place in the heart of the veldt.
Twobuls,one bullet,
Name as long as a Karoo road-
Echoes laugh in dust.
Lekkersing
A village that hums even in silence.Children clap, women ululate,the veld itself keeps rhythm. They say singing here sweetens the soul faster than the sweetest honey. Joy is the only wealth that never runs out.
Song spills from dry lips,
Sun joins the noon choir-
Thorns bloom in applause.
There once was a man who talked to the stone
Calming down all its fears of being alone
They spent all his life synchronized into shape
At one point - both realized there was no escape
"I'll turn you into a "Bird", "A Silent Muse"and a "Kiss"
and so many sculptures..." - the artist promised -
"I'll give you myself "... So he used all his talent
Thus carving immortality - "The Column Without End"
Erected in Romania - reminder of his roots
The cycle of life in rhombuses salutes
The Heavens from which Brancusi looks down
At his "Gate", "Silent Table" and his old, native town.
for Brian Strand's Contest: "EVERYMAN'S EKPHRASIS"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Endless_Column
http://www.visual-arts-cork.com/sculpture/constantin-brancusi.htm
http://images.google.com/images?rlz=1T4SNNT_en___US361&q=brancusi&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=F5rCS6zENoKmnQewgsH3CQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CB0QsAQwAA
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
And I never left home without it, like opening red tulip, at sunrise wakeup.
Friends fascinated like fire opals, bringing fetching colors into a vibrant life;
And we relished flaming, flamboyant Fridays, under maroon skies of strife.
Flavorful fruits were fanatically ripening, when feel-good family visited me.
Fiery red raspberries and fat blueberries, fell beneath puff clouds, so pretty.
I lived in the house of sudden mists, in oranges, pinks, purple and scarlet,
Where any day could be right for lovely visions, before the sky grew starlit.
Snap peas and sweet potatoes grew in the gardens, along my sunny street,
In days of searing, scarlet sun salutes, and gold hours of pause and repeat.
Nearby noon gave nectarine notice, as neighborly neighbors came visiting,
When green nature bore a heatwave, like the nesting woodpecker, knocking.
Pink fairy wings bloomed fantasy gardens, as the yellow tiger lilies roared;
And the dragon lulus breathed fire, like ardor cooling for one, once adored.
Brain cacti meditated summer greenery, whilst toad lilies attracted insects;
And pink bottlebrushes swept away sad blues, scrubbing aside dour defects.
I was attending a Fourth of July cook out, hosted by the fondest of families;
But the makeup I'd ordered was late, forcing me to put aside pure vanities!
By the time I left for the plum, pleasant party, I was feeling oddly liberated;
And family and friends did not notice my lack, like stars, clouds obliterated.
I had a lovely time that rosy day, when martins sang like the Fourth of July,
Amidst mauve festivity and lemon sunshine, and bellflowers ringing nearby!
The lesson I learned that vivid day, is to glam up or not, according to mood,
For people are still loveable either way, like faint dawn moon, briefly viewed.
“Let all thy joys be as the month of May, And all thy days be as a marriage day."
- Thomas Tusser
Potency of a May Marriage
Moistened with red, white and blue, May showers.
Patriotism hitched with joyful tin cans.
Waves, like salutes, admire sailors’ flowers.
Plucky roses set sail with nuptial plans.
Warmed, as if Cezanne’s tulips upon cheeks.
They’re at the peak of a Spring storm’s blessing.
Entwined, as if on a trellis, love speaks.
Potent, tender-hearted, two souls pressing.
The impact, of each raindrop on the glass,
Harbors the couple’s immemorial brass.
On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!
Let no war death that wears a shroud,
And memorialized, do us proud.
Loud salutes distract us,
Nor pomp make undue fuss,
In vain are young heads rolled
For the ambitious old,
Silver streaks, stripes or not, dark goes death cloud.
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Happenings |16.12.2024|war, death, youth, old
Poet’s note: Wars are raging on many fronts in the world today. The ambitious old and the powerful plot these fights and young men pay the price with death. We must remember this before we commemorate fallen soldiers who are felicitated with medals in the spirit of Memento Mori in a matter-of-fact manner.