Long Shade Poems
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Sailboat helm at the quay
Serene feeling makes me cry
Sea breeze wafting in the air
Summer season sun is here.
Solitude morning feeling calm
Sense of freedom here I am
Soulful music exuding the place
Sending my soul purely bless.
Simple shanty shade held abound
Service crew serve service warmly
Shining smiles you see around
Shadow of love you feel dearly.
Short of adjectives the resort view
Seen the beauty of nature show
Silently taking pictures on my phone
Shower showing raindrop God has shown.
Shy out of sight is not known here
Scene food galore, beach sight everywhere
Sign of enjoyment of faces not a bargain
Surely next year God willing I'll be back again.
All beings have purpose—
even the moth that beats itself bloody
against the porch light,
even the man who sleeps in his truck
with the windows cracked to breath fresh air.
Only the good shall know the good light,
but they know it the hard way—
through the bruise of loving,
through the weight of staying,
through the work of choosing mercy
when rage would be easier.
Anything evil knows only death and the dark,
the narrow rooms of itself,
the echo of its own footsteps,
the hunger that no meal ever fills.
Everyone deserves a loving family—
a place where their name is spoken
the way bread is broken,
where their body is not a burden,
where their tears are not an embarrassment,
where their fear is not laughed at.
Can you look in the mirror and not turn away,
not from the scar,
not from the soft place,
not from the child you still are,
standing there asking
to be held?
Can a tree shade the bush full of green leaves,
can a tree full of fruit bend low enough
to feed the ones who cannot climb?
Yes—if it remembers it was once a seed,
if it remembers the dark soil,
the waiting,
the thirst,
the long reach toward light.
All beings have purpose.
Some are meant to grow tall.
Some are meant to bear fruit.
Some are meant to teach us
how to survive the night
and still believe in morning.
I reminisce, I miss my youth spent on the lap of blue hills,
rolling down from the hazy horizon with the carvings
of meandering streams, thriving thicket and emerald vales,
embedded in the flamboyance of my juvenile exuberance.
My memory floats on the wings of the indigo birds,
soaring on the distant cerulean sky,
like my colored kites that flew at the fringe of fleeting clouds,
in their drifting enigmatic shadows sweeping the meadow
my freak fantasy used to take nebulous shapes.
I now marvel wondering what those forms meant,
for they were so artfully expressive
in the intricate lattice of interlaced light and shade,
like the patterns smoky sunbeams created
as they pierced the foliage in the forest where I ventured
chasing the motifs of the flitting butterflies,
or like the dancing design the trees made
with their lengthening shadows quivering on the ripples,
rolling on sailing swans’ wake in the pond at sunset.
The infantile images deeply engraved in the young mind,
trampled by the footsteps that have walked me so far away,
on the undulating topography of life,
lie buried defaced under the dust of time.
Now at the edge of the falling night,
following the outline of the faint footprint trail,
I reminisce, I miss the frayed tapestry of my youth.
___________
April 8. 2021
Contest : I Reminisce I Miss
Sponsor : James Edward Lee Sr
On a misty mountaintop,
where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits,
like a pacing dragon,
her lover's gaze to stair upon like a tiger from a pit,
her wait become but shadows on the cliffs, closed interdimensional floodgates of
a cursed Parthenon
a coliseum with lions roaming within it.
She climbs the heights of her imagination
to scale harmonic embrace
perihelion and feels a fashion
of her hands rush upon his face,
her spell to again ensare him,
epicliptic-spasms in braille, ink of Sheole,
quenched with the magics to rein in, to reign upon
and loose her from unsprung well.
Hope's forbidden sin to know.
Spring in the midst of times grow.
Longing shadows silhouette with the sun,
Cascades a prism, anticipation a temp prison
for the moment for her heart, as it paces, it melts
the virgin snows.
Then there he was, shining full like the dawn,
a scrawny but beautiful weed in his hands,
never to leave her alone again.
Her joy reflects her resolve the little fool, just look at his dooteedoo walk. "I am gonna own this one".
SHORT VERSION
Asmodean Shade
Wears the night like a tart's slip
Lights out, turning on
Vamp fantasia
Pulls drawstring tight like a noose
Drops camesole loose
Basks in the sirens
Radiates interferon
Quantum epsilon
On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits her lover's gaze. Entrancing him with her beauty and grace, love's master plan unveils to embrace.
this shade of grey
it's the wrong the grey, it's stale
a shade of grey, nickel grey or maybe arsenic
the sky lacks depth, the blues
shades of cobalt blue, denim, and teal blue
the juxtaposition of the swaying trees
shades of pear green, sea moss, olive green
but the trees don't seem to really move
it's not quite there, it's the wrong green
and I hate the blue (I really hate the blue)
the motion and harmony of colors,
this canvas is uninspiring, it lacks hope
my husband stood in the doorway, watching me paint in a complete frenzy
(which he typically does)
he hugs me firmly from behind,
he startled me
(which he typically does not)
he whispers
"masterpiece"
I turn around to lock eyes with him, puzzled
inspired
hopeful
he moved my hair bangs, to left side of my face
he kissed my cheek
and then he kissed my forehead
(I continued painting...)
Boat Ride
Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,
Drifting silently among sunken glades
Where sun warmed breezes kiss rippled waters,
'Tween quiet banks the living river runs.
Dipping ducks feed and swim in sibling groups
Where passing willows cast their shifting shade.
Fish glide, careless, through their watery world.
The boaters, not heeding, go their way;
Not seeing the aquatic world beneath.
Nor knowing the river's old rhythmic song,
Only the sound of their own strident voices
And sight of their preconfigured time.
Barry Stebbings
21/05/2016
"Life is serene on a hammock with the ocean waves crashing behind you"
- by Poet
Beautiful beach beckons, its sand pristine,
Crashing wild waves, melody to the soul,
Cacophony of seabirds sounds divine,
Bathed by the sea, my bare feet take a stroll,
In constant motion, the sea billows roll;
The ocean has the upper hand, so calm,
I sit in the dappled shade of the palm,
Swinging in a hammock, resting my eyes,
The soothing swell in the background, sweet balm,
Perfect peace envelops me, no surprise!
02.04.2022
For Constance La France's "D forms - Dizain" contest
The brooding lips of night, her frown
when puffs of smoke dot blue sky's crown,
stars bleed in ink as all blooms yield
for the temptress of darkened field.
Then howling breeze dressed in gray shawl,
droops longingly to trace slow crawl
a twilight tear from clouds is peeled
for the temptress of darkened field.
Dark goddess of time, shade of pale
weariness bears like lost bird's wail,
How chilled can silence grit eve's shield
for the temptress of darkened field.
The fond eyes of dawn, her close view
shows night’s long shroud and crypt of blue,
She snuffs each star, yet love’s revealed
by the angel of brightened field.
So harsh the role to kill with light,
Shame shades her blush, first soft and slight,
‘Til full mercy shines, then all’s healed
by the angel of brightened field.
Day’s duty is to moonlight reap,
Yet morning glows, can never sleep,
Cascading dreams are kissed and sealed
by the angel of brightened field.
(c) rhyme
8 syll count
Brenda Chiri's Contest: 'Your Very Best Rhyme Of All Time'
~ A Collab Poem
the limelight has grown stale
refreshing is the entertainment in my mind
i smile at the old memories that plays like an acoustic guitar on a lemonade saturday
i laugh like an unexpected jump in a lake on a favorite flavored kool aid sunday
i do not want the attention or the entourage of pesky spotlights
rather, i want the simplicity of a gentle country breeze and a spot in the shade
if i could have her in my arms again, then that would complete the perfect vibe
but somebody had more sense and bravery than i did, so i just wave hello to the happily married couple and their four children
here comes miss ramona
i never noticed her until now
she asks me if i would like some company
i just shrug my shoulders while staring at her perky breasts
when she smiles, i hear b side oldie in my head
MOONLIGHT AND MUSIC/STARLIGHT AND MELODY
ruby inspires my careful conversation
miss ramona inspires the may and the december in me
it's when you least expect it and who you least expect
the twilight has resurrected itself, and i thank it ever so kindly
there were two words that my father said of which I was to young to discern
the two words, "let's go" of which I have since learned
sometimes they meant "let's go" to the park where we would have some fun
but at other times it meant "let's go" to work and get the job done
when the Lord God said "let's go" it was a direct command
to go out and spread the gospel to all the nations of the land
He asked this one task and gave His express permission
for you to evangelize the "good news", to partake in The Great Commission
to witness for the Lord and tell your testimony
to let people know about His generosity
to work for the Lord God by obeying His command
to worship Him Who is the shade upon thy right hand
so "let's go" and get on board
the gospel train of the Holy Lord
and whenever the Lord Jesus Christ says "let's go"
there are a few things that you need to know
to possess and attitude of gratitude when He calls your name
to give Him all the glory as He died for our sin and shame
to be thankful and appreciative, to repent and to atone
and to remember that He will never leave you all alone
for Jesus will equip you and He'll always have your back
He'll be your source of strength when the enemy attempts to attack
and whenever the Holy Spirit says "let's go", there's no time to stop and pause
you're in the midst of spiritual warfare and you're fighting for the cause
it won't always be a pleasant job or a mere walk in the park
it might be a difficult task that will leave you blind and in the dark
it might even place you in a precarious situation
just have no fear, trust in Him to give you spiritual preparation
so make the time, take the time, get up and "let's go"
follow in the Spirit and then tell the devil hell no
listen to the little voice, it's the Spirit talking to you
specifically telling you what God wants you to do
come out of your comfort zone, be motivated to evangelize
tell all the nations about God's eternal prize
then baptize the people in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
"LET'S GO" AND SPREAD THE "GOOD NEWS" wherever it's needed the most