Long Scenes Poems
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A kiss in the dark,
Turns the ambiance romantic!
Entwined in each other’s arms,
Startling scenes couples make!
Heightened by privacy and intimacy,
Sensory experience stimulates them
To go a step further towards their union.
The two souls, thus become one.
Oh, what a confluence!
Busy in the work of creation
Their progeny, they increase.
Amidst their kith and kin,
Those who sip the nectar of joy
Live a happy and blissful life!
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
Tumultuous skies of molten lead,
Ominous air thick with dread.
Rotation begins its deadly dance,
Nauseous swirling spurring its advance.
Allied together hail, lightning, rain,
Drop from the sky with thunderous refrain.
Out of the clouds the funnel descends.
Whirling dervish hits the ground,
Alarms go off, sirens sound.
Raging monster churns and spits,
Negating everything in its grip.
Indecent destruction follows its wake,
Nightmarish scenes so hard to take.
Grim-faced survivors survey damage done,
Strongly insisting that the storm has not won.
For Nathan D's Best of the Best contest
At dawn, nature glistens in sparkling dew
This is the time to start our life anew
Feast on the brilliance of the rising sun
The marvels nature unfolds, who can shun?
When you find yourself in blue or gloom
Take time to watch nature in bloom
The beauty around can give you delight
And your soul will slowly open to light!
Watch the beauty of the clean azure sky
Enjoy the V formation of birds flying high
Listen to the murmur of rippling streams
Enjoy the warmth of sun’s kissing beams
Watch the tiny specks of clouds sailing in the sky
Enjoy the grandeur of mountains towering high
Listen to birds singing amid fluttering leaves
See the artistry of gossamer web, the spider weaves
Count the bees that carry the cargo of honey
Thrilled you’ll be by Nature’s magic symphony.
Enjoy the dance of flowers kissed by the wind
Watching them, you’ll be freed of life's grind
Sit back and view nature’s delightful scenes
In her lap, relax and weave lovely dreams
Sure, nature can lift you into a world of magic, I swear
She has such delectable potions for all our ills to cure.
I stand on this plot of ground
thinking about my life
the good I have done the bad I have done
the love I have created the hate that I stirred
My autobiography is filled with happy moments
painful moments
The world I see before me is not the same
neither am I
God seems so close at times yet at times so far away
An anxious mind creates restless thoughts sleepless nights
Time is now...the past is but a memory
hazy and biased good or bad replayed with a new script
some scenes better left on the cutting floor
This world I helped create...helped to create me
regrets have become my drinking companion
I stand on this plot of ground breathing in
and breathing out the life I have lived
I have seen sadness and joy both can be misguided
when I was a child I looked to the future
now that I am old I replay the past
I have walked on this tightrope swaying side to side
balancing these frisky emotions never looking down
having faith the safety net has always been there
Frank (Black) Blacharczyk
The colors dance in the sun light
reflections of the sky, the sun, the air, the night
cool chills frosting every breath in flight
taking in the scene
of all the summer left dreams.
Pale greens, yellowing in the grassy flows
amber oaks, hay straw stuffed scarecrows,
crisp leaf foggy maple cider cloves,
wood smoked clay in autumn dusk idle slash,
gold corn flowered pumpkin hash;
every color of a scenic palette wall
painted in the ominous winter sky fall
misted wine in spicy chai tea
fragrant petrichor from the forest seas,
burnt umber leaves turn crimson garnet scenes freed;
mulberry cinnamon flame reds
cranberry chestnut butterscotch breads
scent the kitchens of fall harvest
brown sweater strudel coffee nourishing
bless this seasonal fluttering currency.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!
I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park
With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!
Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade
Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend, Lloyd,
Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.
I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand
And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022
Sense what I see spur my story:
Watch sanguine sea crash so windy.
Feel the pulse here as echoes steer:
Look to good cheer to thrill most clear.
See how things grow with steady flow:
Watch scenes that show true light that glows.
Touch a new wave of thoughts that save:
Look how loves saves swift courage brave.
Scent precious poise that sparkles voice:
Watch how firm choice can purge odd noise.
Taste the sure grace of calm embrace:
Look to fine trace in floral space.
Heed what you hear with pleasant cheer:
Watch feelings clear to move thoughts dear.
Dwell on fond tell with ideas swell:
Love casts true spells to sculpt words well.
Glimpse beyond thought that inner plot:
Word gathers lot in poise that slots.
Leon Enriquez
16 April 2016
Singapore
TARNISHED REFLECTIONS
Foggy view deaden scenes
Once an angel looking down from heaven
Glancing through the space smuttered by suns glare
Transforming into a lesser glory vison
Looking out my tattered young eyes I stare
Into the mirror I becon tarnished relections
Rubbing them my eyes while wandering, why?
I stare at the sun my eyes tears up so upsetting
Birth into this world I share tears run I cry
Those visions I may have dirty face in all
Into the mirror I becon tarnished relections
While through those window panes of my life falls
I see through my scratch eyes my hue direction
My life passes by vision still blurred for I cry
I see myself in the dirty windows and walls
The shadow refects my face why
Into the mirror I becond tarnished relections
I see myself in the day and darkness
Reflections of contrash
This worlds view so dead on que
I no longer see myself
3/22/18©2018
For Contest: TARNISHED REFLECTIONS
Sponsored by: John Lawless
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Oh, I never thought I would marry her.
We found ourselves under the mistletoe.
Her lips were warm, her perfumes sweetly were.
Oh, I never thought I would marry her.
Her love was all mine, a ring I'd bestow.
Her voice was silky, her speech soft like snow.
Oh, I never thought I would marry her
We found ourselves under the mistletoe.
4 October 2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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