Long Shinning Poems
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At times I relent to the reflexes
The automatic knowledge of the peripheral nerves
Deftly guiding away from pain
Innately coded protection,
Gifted to all
That we don’t allow the conscious to override
Our cognition
What our atoms knows best
Every fiber of flesh protects the soul or should
From the ravages of love
A smart man once said, “Love will tear us apart”
Only fools listen and did not unhear.
Another man, though many scoffed at his unorthodox pulpit, once said:
“Fear is greater than love, remember that.”
I did not heed.
Which leads me to my reflexes delicately picking up a fork and looking at your photographic image through its tines.
A befitting admonition for your deeds. But a profession on my part that suggests I know your prison.
I do not.
The shinning silver and tinkling tines as it strikes the floor chimes and ferries my mind back to its own endless inventory, and for a split second I think: And what of the thing in each of us that drives us to madness.
Summer ,oh summer can’t you see,
You mean so much so much to me.
I miss the warmth from the air,
The breeze flying through my hair.
The sun beating on down,
The flowers growing from the ground.
The bees buzzing and flying about,
The dogs loud bark kids they shout.
The swimming, the playing, the climbing of trees,
The mountains the camping, more honey bees.
The walking in t-shirts, the bikinis and trunks,
No roof on the car, the smell of the skunk.
The lightening lighting up the sky,
The birds flying oh so high,
The coyotes howl, to the cows grazing in the field.
The pigs rolling in the mud as they squeal.
The candy comes in handy,
When going to the fairs,
The dancing the singing,
Sometimes in squares,
From black flies to mosquitoes biting in the night,
The campfire shinning its bright orange light.
Oh summer where are you?
Are you just a dream?
I want you back, do you hear my scream?
Shinning in the light so bight.
The sun turns into night.
The winter cold breeze.
The touch of spring.
The summer breeze.
And the colorful leafs in the fall.
Each season has there own
speical meaning to them.
Spring:Is when the flowers bloom,
and when the animals come out to
play.
And easter of course..
Summer:Its hot,Thats when all the
beaches open up.
Fall:The changing of the leafs and the
weather change.We give thanks in fall..
For thanksgiving.
Winter:Snow,snow,snow..Its finally here.
and wait is over.
christmas is here,and we could never
forget new years..
But thats the seasons for me.
How far are the stars from Jupiter's moons?
My grand-daughter asks while holding my hand.
As far as your dreams without feathered plumes,
When you fly in the skies of wonderland.
Our quiet gaze upon the Milky Way,
As we stand on a small planet of blue.
Mars and Venus are in cosmic display,
As they appear bright near the moon in view.
She asks of Pluto and how far away.
Never to be seen in the blackest sky.
Made of cold rock and not gases or clay.
Her question simple, she wants to know why.
To see the night sky with eyes of wonder.
This shinning universe we stand under.
5/3/17
Contest The Night Sky Sonnets Only
words..stars, Jupiter,Milky Way, planet, Mars, Venus, moon, Pluto, shinning
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Once, I traveled as far as to Japan,
climbed the temple’s staircase,
looked down the dawdling stream;
cherry blossoms aloof on the surface
The night was serene, the breeze chilly,
the hush was the music of absence
because the heaven was sparkly
yet the Moon had only a hidden radiance.
The first rose has long withered
a gift that never parted to her den,
my journey to here was encumbered
as you galloped tiny as a quiet wren.
It is in this woody petite bridge
I can fetch your shadowy eyes
when the shinning host resurges
banning your silhouette with silver rays.
My reflex in the water is but a blur,
I am deluded by a giggling sound
that quickly faded to a murmur
like your footprints in the ground.
So long, I have to quietly utter
to discover I am held captive,
only in this bridge I find shelter
for the reverie I travel to revive.
The night is long and will not vanish
until the sun flocks his stellar peers;
I wake up, the illusion will perish
in Japan, the lonesome reality conquers.
Today is the day that the sun decided to come out my brother.
For today is a sign of my presence…
Standing Alongside you smiling…
Sending you the message of love …
My strength
My brother and cherished other.
You are the king that roars through the mist of the fog…
Leaping over hills and mounds…Singing through the winds of the heavens and serenading others
And
Recording your stories in the book of (Will L. Lyons)
Musical catalogs.
For today could mark a day of sadness…
However,
The picture of me standing behind you on the wall is my stance of freedom and happiness.
For we share a brotherhood that’s forever
A true distinctive treasure; so rare… that no one could ever have this.
For every smile you bring to the world; is of me…
For every lyric you spit; is of my sound…
And
Every hurdle you get over; is our victory that is meant to be.
So you see my spirit is of you and of me.
For
I’m always here with and for you with a smile.
And
Even though it’s been awhile…
My spirit beats through your heart
My soul sings through the sound of your voice
And lastly,
My name of Angelo Tony Lamont Lyons
Has now become
A part of a legacy that reads through the pages of your valuable Artistry
That will always brand us together as one.
So
Have your day with a smile
While the sun is still shinning; because this is my sign of love
For you and the family that can never be undone.
“God Bless from up above”
The cool wind whistles tonight,
the rosy moon and her light
dances amid the green trees,
but my mind rebels and flees
to the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
An orange carp leaps on the air,
swimming with oriental flair,
the shinning pool respites again
and I wonder about the day when
I see the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
The pages I flip back and forth,
the weather is fickle on the north,
the sun shines on the south,
All I fancy is to kiss the mouth
of the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
I am awake and now it is lost,
may I dream again and host
the green fields where I hide,
having always on my side
the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
Form:
On rounding a bend in the road,
I caught a foul whiff of Lost Lake.
For it's mostly a putrid pond,
that now lives up to its namesake.
Shrunk into a slimy green scum,
this lake sure doesn't look like one.
And it is giving off a stench,
that sends most critters on the run.
I found a rotted-out cabin,
years of ice and snow made it so.
And on a rusty iron stove,
a shinning kettle all aglow.
I swear that shook me up awhile,
till I realized 'twas the sun.
And not some mystical spooky
ghost out to have himself some fun.
The lake's now choked and overgrown,
but there's no need to interfere.
For soon, no one will even know
that there was ever a lake here.
(Quatrain)
2/10/2018
Love you are so sweet, you are the one I love, you make me feel so high.
High like the mountains, your love takes me high and high that I feel like I am in the sky.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love when you are near, I feel your care, your smile lights the room, like a moon shinning you shine bright in my heart.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love you so much, you make all of my nights feel bright, you make all of life’s moments feel special and bright.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.