Long Secreted Poems
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Seeping through families of oaks,
Surrounded by pines, laurels and all…
Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe,
Silent like the peace I find here,
Enclosed in their embrace,
Soft music of dove and robin, praising,
Ever praising with their easy tweet,
Tempering the woods with their melodies,
So old, yes, so old…
Breathlessly praising,
Stirring the wonder often lying,
Secreted beside cool streams,
Abandoned by moss-grown stones,
Laughing, gurgling, gushing…
With liquid wonder, blessing spirits,
Risking their most intimate beauties,
Lingering in amused giggles,
Calm as the silent grace…
Gentling the wind, the wind’s faint
Struggle to bring with it,
A sense of God’s music, His mystery,
Hesitating to break through,
Intensity, powerful as the cloudless skies,
Yes, those cloudless skies…
Escaping the darkness of a lazy afternoon,
Screaming a warning, rumbles of thunder,
Defeated by the flashes of lightening,
Blazing across the silk sky,
Glancing over the aching trails,
Strewn with dried leaves, maples,
Poplars and oaks, pine needles,
Moments expressed…
Soundless colors, shimmering
On the edge of a prayer,
Mostly peaceful, but ever aware…
God is there – oh, yes, He is there.
Like the wildflowers,
Scattered on the distant dreams,
Unfolding blossoms for the soul,
Flourishing buds,
Crimson and soft, buttery blond,
Violets, wild and willful,
Pondering the sense of joy,
Magnificent…
Breaking through the seas,
Seas of laughing scenes, lonely –
Never lonely in the forest,
Where I go for the stillness, the calm,
The lingering touch of silence,
Blessings from One who knows me,
Knows just what my soul needs…
These forest walks with Him,
Who gives me a reason to believe,
Believe that I can find solace,
In the music of this melodious forest!
I feel my muscles relax
As the water caresses my back
I slide down into the water
Hear the gentle whisper of a splash
Thoughts come slowly to me
Tender reflections soothing my mind
As I lie mellow beneath the liquid
My senses shaded with an easy splash
Warm moments press into my heart
Throbbing through my sense of peace
Serenity silences the stirring of plans
As dreams drift beneath a soft splash
I am relieved by the sweet trembles of water
Whispering across my naked flesh
Sending flickers of inspiration through me
With each embrace from a wave and a splash
There are only cool, calm gestures of quiet
Sending images of hope, faith and love across me
Where I know only the assurance of purity and good
Awakening my perceptions with a smooth splash
Thrilling me with its ability to stimulate my desires
Imaginations flow with beautiful wishes and opportunities
Sweet dreams that welcome me with encouragement
Reassurance comes through the pulse of a light splash
I know the compassion that comes from giving fully
All that I am, hope to be or know that I will be
From the depths of the heart, soul and spirit
Devotion that rises with the wisdom secreted in a splash
A splash of water murmuring through the heart
Sending vibrations of blushing rose and hues of gold
Melting hardness wherever it touches the soul
With comfort in knowing love creates the greatest splash of all!
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 3, 2020
I wiped the dust from its aged unveiling
From a secreted place where it had been carefully placed
It seemed inconsequential in its merit or value
But I opened to find a priceless, silent, narration of love
A wearied ring with a small, flawed single diamond
She had worn during 25 years of a tested marriage
A picture of her five brothers fishing together when they were young
A locket with a missing picture that her mother had given her as a child
A small copper penny that was used for wishing
Dog tags belonging to her runaway, never to return dog pal Rudy
A crushed dried flower with red bow from her high school prom
A note from someone named Tom that said "I love you" inside a heart
Her father's retirement watch for 33 years of service to the railroad
My deceased brother's Cub Scout patch along with his funeral program
Ticket stubs to the Empire State Building
An ocean treasured seashell bracelet made with string and care
A locket of my hair when I was a baby enveloped with her note:
"Small treasures that mean so much in one's life
Will now mean so much to those that find them.
I Love You Always, Mom"
October 15, 2019
My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Today in an unusual way
Something is amiss
After a brief strong morning headache.
My wife, donning her internet nurse hat
Asking a google search doctor,
Opines it might be a ‘mild cognitive impairment’
(aka getting old but not yet demented).
But in the moment, which seems to be resetting
Again and again, it doesn’t seem so mild!
A stroke of genius, or luck, or just
A good old brain aneurism is hard to know,
But everything seems fresh and unfamiliar
And the handful of poems I’ve written in the past week
Appear utterly unfamiliar
As if somehow secreted onto my computer
By a prankster bot
Or written by an imposter
Who somehow got control of my body-mind
But then got evicted this morning.
At first I think I’m reading someone else’s words,
Or maybe something vaguely familiar
But miss-dated and really from a year ago.
My wife, the instant internet nurse practitioner,
Runs me through physical and mental tests
Before giving me her unprofessional okay,
Which just leaves me even more baffled
As I laugh as each moment,
While tracking the last,
Appears fresh, unique and distinct-ly now.
But with the worldwide web at her finger tips
She gives me the thumbs up
Which I guess is as reassuring as can be
Without an MRI,
Something we don’t yet have an app for.
But despite all this medical jargon
The image that actually comes to mind
Is a crack in the cosmic egg.
The question then being
Will a runny yolk emerge
Or a bright eyed little wet chick,
Maybe even a Garuda?
I’m hoping for the fledgling Garuda
But I guess only time will tell.
The present moment on the other hand
Just keeps her secrets.
My wife tries one last reassurance,
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
You’re always like this
Being the implication.
Personally, I’m not ruling out the MRI…
(10/20/25)
However life is to begin
We shall start to find things to do
Older to semblance that a dream
Did we age to become more a fool?
Cautious and careful... those menial trials
Meaningless yet necessary... perhaps not?
Hidden agendas inevitably kept in vials
Secreted to never again spare a thought
And we do things as deem
A need if not for yourself but the rest of the world
Is there that logic for things done to mean?
Yet a vortex we remain within... simply to swirl
We have to keep things going
Whence subjects we became since birth
Ways of this world to find me laughing
Given a comparison to millions... am I worth?
Of life to only begin
Need we find things to do?
Younger if only to dream
How did I become a fool?
Its like trying to be normal
Do you question yourself whether to be sane?
A remainder time to only borrow
With only a reminder how time will never remain
Nevertheless, we quicken along with time
Eager to judge, eager to gain succession
Leaving but vital secreted details behind
We prove yet again as to why everyone is beyond comprehension
A need be to be carefree in order to accept
Seems nothing can be said whence one is stubborn
There is life to be lived yet of humanity we lack
Have we evolve beyond or simply never wanting to learn?
I never did favor life given the presentation
To only wake to each day searching for something to laugh at
Let the world move on, I shall move with my own illusion
For I’m sure I won’t be missed for world’s appetite be fed
I suppose I need not be normal... Yes?
Somehow, seems much easier to be insane... No?
Our remaindering time we borrow, we chase
With an ever reminder how time never remains, but close
Wrap your heart around the beautiful
Calming, soothing – in hues of joy,
Hope like nothing on earth can destroy…
Gentling the doubts, the confusion
With light that abides in the breathless
Portrayal of love, secreted in spirits
Who know that His life was the model
For our existence, our faith – our inspiration
Silencing worry and blessing with grace
Remember the moment when He smiled,
Speaking peace through your life,
Engaging your dreams with His encouraging
Stirring up passions, humbling, stunning
Miracles preventing the darkness
From obscuring the promises, the wishes
The everlasting peace, sweet serenity
Who abides inside the hearts, the minds
The souls of those who hear Him
When His voice trembles, echoing belief
Religion can never grasp the wonder
Love this alive, this electrifying – enlivening
Is more potent, more powerful, more mighty
Than any pleasure, any thrill, any desire…
This is love that is more than real – it is Him
The One who warms the spirit with joy,
Heartens the nature of those who adore Him,
Erases the temptations and revives the soul
With inspiration that bleeds through every fear,
Urging hearts to love beyond what we know…
With a love that only He can control – love
That is the author of my joy, the creator of my
Hope – the wisdom that I know is always
More brilliant than anything I might force
His love is the reason that I can honestly say
I know what it means to believe in grace
That is so wonderful it feels like –
God’s embrace!
It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t be there’s no need to flap
The table is laden with all sorts of food
Ada burps loudly she’s so blinking rude
The cucumber sandwich crusts are cut off
My hair won’t stay curly I hear Mable scoff!
Gerald’s secreted cream scones on his lap
I’d not touch them now he’s a dirty old chap
There’s a heated debate is it scone or scon
I do not comment as they have all gone!
Old Edgar demands jelly and ice cream
It’s not on the menu he begins to scream
So he gets everyone to bang their tea cups
They’re acting like kids and not like grown ups
Along comes the matron she says ‘Dearie me,
You are spoiling our Platinum jubilee tea’
Edgar gives her some lip - he’s adept at verbals
He shout’s ‘Matron you just remind me of Goebbels’
Matron is livid, she turns puce in the face
Edgar’s sent to his room, as he’s in disgrace
He is reprimanded for causing such a scene
At the jubilee party for our wonderful Queen.
06/02/22
Silently mumbling under your breath,
you toss and turn, unable to sleep.
For self-doubt sentences love to death;
as feelings flow from shallow to deep.
Secreted within your heart and soul;
fragmented dreams morph into despair.
And those that still leave you feeling whole
are fragile; so handle them with care.
Truth frightens hearts wounded by its sting;
for once trust falters, nothing is clear.
And your heart knows the pain lies can bring;
thus, love comes with a smidgen of fear.
Ignoring imposed logic or norms;
love's known to turn dreamers into fools.
And instigate emotional storms;
not subject to reality's rules.
And yet, a growing upsurge of hope,
got you to believe souls can combine.
And spinning strands of trust into rope,
two souls conjoin: as lovers entwine.
step into the soul
of the needy and the vain,
and walk within the fire
watch the weak stand tall again
from the pit of redemption
crawling over glass,
mistakes will revisit
but with faith it all shall pass
with a prayer and a smile
before a future deeds,
that karma can turn round
and soul will be released
far into mother earth
I’ve secreted my pain,
now I’m blowing on the wind
hear me whispering your name
brushing past a memory
that shatter crystal hearts,
cradled in a culture
that’s growing like its art
nourishing the earth
as the circle turns around,
even as I lay here
at peace in sacred ground
as I morph back to mother
regather me once again,
make our lines connect
in the ink it will begin
Esperanza is my name
I flow within the green,
open up your minds
bring life to every dream