Long Seasons Poems
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I came face to face with time
It was all sublime.
Nothing was as it seemed
For I thought “surely it must have been dreamed.”
I was shown the past, present, and future.
Then I heard the words, “are you ready for an adventure?”
As I stood there looking into the face of time
I heard bells begin to chime.
He spoke, “What do you see?”
I see destiny.
As I came face to face
I could see His grace.
There is so much more than meets the eye.
Yes, to sanctify.
But there is so much more,
Not only to restore.
To be set free from sin and death,
But to breathe His breath.
To walk in the elegance of His Bride
And from His Kingdom to preside.
As I stood with time face to face,
I was shown the human race.
From the first to the last,
Seasons went by fast.
What began as perfect and undefiled,
Turned dark as they were beguiled.
Down through the ages,
I heard the voice of sages.
Curtains rose,
And curtains had come to a close.
From the great flood,
To the shedding of His Blood,
There is a sound going out across the land,
That our Father God had planned.
Kings rise and fall
But only one will forever rule them all.
There will be a great division,
Everyone will have to make a decision.
Choose this day whom you will serve,
No one can merely stand and observe.
We are called to fight
And not by sight.
Put on your armor
And don’t listen to the voice of the charmer.
Keep watch and do not slumber,
Be ready to be counted in the number.
In the twinkling of an eye,
We will be caught up into the sky.
We have a supper to attend,
So with the things of God do not pretend.
For those left behind
There will be no place to hide.
As I stood face to face with time,
I saw justice being served for every crime.
Then I turned to look
At all those that had their names written in the Book.
All the tears had been dried,
And we will be with Jesus forever by our side.
© Deborah Seale 2024
The day dawns on flaming sunburst sky,
gold-gilded wispy clouds glide slowly by,
spectrum of color on azure sea they pour,
silver lined waves spread pearls on shore.
Down the jade valley leaps the sparkling stream,
sculpturing rock ridge serenading in daydream,
dancing waters murmur on polished pebbles rolling,
listen to the distant music of verdant plains calling.
Seasons revolve in kaleidoscopic sublime spell,
draped in magnetic charm of nature unparallel.
The ember of autumn falls rustling on the meadow,
out of the winter frost buds bloom with surreal glow.
Sun from cyan sky shines on emerald forest canopy,
light and shade strips saunter by whispering tree.
Night falls silent sprinkling stardust on the thicket,
fireflies twinkle with the rhythmic chirp of cricket.
Supine spirit soars high with nature’s ethereal show,
on supernal stream of joy unbridled emotions flow.
The beautiful gift mankind received from the creator
floats on ripples of rapture on the tapestry of nature.
July 14, 2019
For Contest Finetune This Collaboration
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Fall, you arrived with renewed hope-
As we have weathered seasons past
Longing for ways by which to cope-
Lost in that shade- which Covid cast.
Deepen our hopes with clear, crisp air,
Engage our eyes in brighter views-
Erase drab scenes with landscape flare
Painted in gold, red-orange hues.
Induce past pleasures we recall;
Nightly bonfires to warm the clime,
Then lift our spirits with the sprawl
Of orchard treats, come harvest time.
As holidays bring joy between,
Unveiling seasonal displays-
Thanksgiving after Halloween-
Undo our angst from Covid days.
May your uplifting Autumn blaze
Negate our feelings of malaise.
September 29, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 10/12/2020
First time ....
Back in the pocket
The second time ....
Up in the bag
Third time ....
Starting to feel the heat
Fourth time ....
Down in the handbag
The fifth time ....
I'm a little tired
Sixth time ....
Once again into the pocket
Seventh time .....
I soon start to glow
Eigth time ....
Once again into the handbag
Ninth time ....
Now I'm really hot
Tenth time .... (Phu...)
Now I am: EMPTY !
There are busy times for "plastic card"
05.12.2012
A-L Andresen :)
He sang a song of love,
A forever yet to come.
A dream he painted with me as the only flower.
He told a tale,
One even I dared not dream,
Yet he wove it—with me, his one and only queen.
He took a rose and threw it away,
Said he didn’t need it,
For I was far more beautiful beyond measure.
And I believed.
He breathed,
And I blushed.
I fell, Deep into his eyes, oceans of blue.
He turned,
And I leaned,
Capturing his face, his smile, his frown,
Every fragment of him.
He sneezed,
And I oozed with the pain —
His was mine,
And his burdens, I was ready to bear.
Then roses bloomed again,
And a shadow of doubt crept in.
Was this all too good to be true?
So, I waited—
For a phone call?
A letter?
For the inevitable pain?
Seasons passed.
Winter came; he still loved.
Summer followed; his eyes held me the same.
' sigh'
Night fell,
And in his arms, he still held me.
l was scared.
I looked into his eyes,
His perfect silhouette, and l sank.
“A perfect man is always taken,” my mother had said.
So, I took my small bag,
Packed two dresses,
Closed the door.
The dream had to end.
I returned to my cave,
Far in the mountains,
Away from the lies they call love.
I lived there,
Staring at the stone walls,
Tossing, turning in the walls l trusted.
Believing I had left with dignity.
Yet something hollow ached inside,
The emptiness echoed,
loud enough my cave walls crumbled.
I descended the mountain,
And stumbled upon mourners.
They were sending off a man who loved.
A man who loved—
Through life, through death.
They lowered him into the ground.
They sank him into the earth,
And l remembered,
The summers and the winters.
I saw the face,
Of the man who loved till death.
He was handsome.
He had the silhouette of a king.
The king who sang a song,
A song of love.
A forever that was yet to come.
A forever l ran away from.
So, l sank,
And l cried, and regretted, and grieved.
Grieved to death.
And there we lay,
I as the Griever _ and He as the Lover.
I am one breathtaking moment, I am heartbreak, I am lost and alone
I am one raindrop, or a flowering rose, a distant star, or a meadow lark
Or a dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am memories from a long ago childhood, and I am many tears and deep sorrow
I am rainbows and seasons, and a reason to sing a love song
I tell a story, share some laughter, feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world, I am disappointment, or a pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of seeds and words unfurled into the light
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above, and all who doubt
I laugh, and sing, and wail and shout, I show devotion, unleash emotion
I lay stepping stones to healing, renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels, an ember, a spark
I am a poem.........and........I have a heart
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Written 12/22/2010
Northern wind drifts winter chill away,
lifts the mist from my meadow grey.
Ivory cloud floats in majestic style
from the sunburst horizon
across the sapphire sky.
The seamless sky called life sparkles in spring,
in beguiled breeze flits a butterfly free.
I weave lattice of my soul on its wing,
my garden blossoms all seasons for me.
buds unfurl hued charm
fragrance sails in rippling air…
songbird finds lost tune
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March 27, 2022
Syllable count checked on howmanysllables.com
Rhyme checked on rhymezone.com
Contest : A Combiination Of Forms
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Nette Onclaud’s contest, Seasons Now and After,
August 11, 2025.
Autumn is here! some flowers still blooming,
but the first freeze is forecast in the news.
Gorgeous flowers face gardeners’ fuming;
every autumn we mourn the garden blues.
The next few days display the dreary glimpse
of what autumn’s coolness chose to unlock.
With sword-like sudden drop in autumn temps,
we find free growth is foiled by yearly shock.
And yet my whimsi-calla lily thrives.
Out of habit, she holds sway o'er first frost.
Like my precious baby’s breath she survives.
I savor these days, summer is not lost.
With the season’s cyclic turn
summer’s blinding brilliance gives way
to soft fading light and duskiness
clouds move swiftly across the blue sky
fleeting past the drowsing sun.
Leaves rustle gently in cool breeze.
nature’s palette is ready with new hues.
green color gives way to multi shades.
Maples stand proud flaunting their leaves,
of red, yellow, gold and ochre.
Acorns hang like earrings from needle pines.
flowers that blossomed under warmth and light,
are fast fading out and withering away.
it is amazing how nature carries out,
its revamping with each changing season!
Though golden moments are lost in time’s passing
let us gladly embrace the seasons of our life.
in each phase, a truth before us is unveiled.
let us relish the wisdom and quietude
autumn and the sunset years bring.
Indigo's child
lives in turquoise walled
creativity.
Her temple roof of cobalt glass
slashed with aquamarine
radiates peace with purpose
steel dolphin joyfulness
as sun's waves reflect
hourly hues, seasons shades
ever-changing.
Supplicants knock on ultramarine door
to hear pure lapis truth.
A lucky few sip tea from cups royal
As powder eyes see all, within
ice hearts dripping sapphire tears.
Her cerulean Zen done,
brimming souls flow away
bearing bouquets of hyacinth bells.
Written 14th July 2018
inspired by Brevity in Blue Contest
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Entered Any July 2018 poem
Sponsor Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
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