Long Shooting star Poems
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THE ELIXIR OF MOONSHINE
eyes intoxicated
with bright light,
exotic lashes — luxurious
with midnight mascara, and
the elixir of moonshine.
a foghorn bays...
the brim of his wayward hat,
in line with his pupils.
the sway of his trenchcoat,
the hardness of his knuckles.
he grabs her slender
trembling fingers.
tear droplets drain down
ruddy mountain peaks —
after effects of her shame.
a body tries to wake up.
a cowboy boot, like a weed
in the perpetrator’s chest,
speaks of a different kind
of awakening.
moaning of spurs
stirs a sweet smile
from an admirer.
like a shooting star
or fireworks,
her bruised pupils illuminate.
he tips his straw-colored hat,
“howdy ma’am”
3/22/2018
There's not time enough to say good bye.
When you hear the news your going to die.
That big C bastard has come to prey.
And ravage your body and take you away.
Soon you'll be gone and we'll be alone.
And when someone calls, we'll answer the phone.
We'll kindly say, she's no longer here.
As we sadly shed a sorrowful tear.
The dawn, it is rising to greet a new day.
And you'll always be here to help find my way.
There's not enough measure to show you my love.
But I am so grateful your with God above.
For angels like you who lived on this earth.
Are shining examples of what heavens worth.
Seven little beacons are glowing tonight.
As one shooting star disappears out of sight.
"Somewhere beyond the sinkhole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever." ~ Marjorie Kinnan Rowlings, from The Yearling
In heights above, see a dazzling sun.
Drink fresh air. It's time you must awake.
Arise, make for the stream by the lake.
On youthful legs, take flight and swiftly run.
Hunt for frogs. I know you'll catch me one.
Another day in paradise begun,
where clouds float aloft and aspens quake
in heights above.
Enjoy each moment, like a yearling fawn.
In boyhood's days, joyfully partake.
Gaze upon the stars in heaven's wake,
and spy that shooting star before it's gone
in heights above.
I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
The Life Is …
The Life Is …
When I was young, there was no pain,
The only pain was to complain.
When I was young, I did not care,
Just as long as my love was there.
When I was young, my life was great.
But I was there a bit too late.
A bit too late to know life was,
being young and having no flaws.
A bit too late to celebrate,
What I had then was called my fate.
Now it’s different, weather is cold,
I turned into a man that’s old.
The spring has passed, summer is gone,
Autumn at rest, winter is on.
I am too old and know it’s gone.
It is too dark to hope for dawn.
Now I know that a part of life,
It is old age and lives with strife.
Now I know that my life is not,
The perfect plan when I had thought.
The life is not the silken dress,
Unmarked from flaws, full of success.
My life is just a song I sing,
It is winter chasing the spring.
It is sorrow, it is laughter,
It is hope for morning after.
My life is just a long poem,
Had a young star; none would know him.
The life is just a shooting star,
It is so bright but can’t go far.
Blink your eyes; it’s all be gone,
I played this game like a faceless pawn.
I played so well; somehow, I lost.
You don’t want me to count my cost.
My life is like a field of dream,
Or maybe like a moonlit stream.
My life is like a drop of dew,
Waiting the Sun to say adieu.
My life is like the dew at dawn,
The sun will kiss; it will be gone.
My life is not to be just young,
It is okay to be unsung.
My life is like the morning breeze,
It can bring storms or bring you ease.
You are hoping for one more dream,
That wakes you up in golden gleam.
The life is like a candle’s flame,
It lights up love or burns to blame.
The games are on, and the moves are fast.
I do not know how long they last.
For some, it’s short; for some, it’s long.
Go have more fun; it is not wrong.
Remember now, it might get late,
Go play your move before checkmate.
10/2/2019
Haloo
Note: The painting is called “A reminder”; it’s acrylic on wood.
Note: This style of poetry is called "Masnavi"; it is the spiritual couplets. This particular masnavi consists of eight syllables in each line. Poetrysoup has a great explanation and example of this form of poetry.
Her fair-skinned form is not what I desire.
Because my skin is dark, and hers is light,
my passion burns like a flame not so bright:
snow-like complexion ne'er warms like auburn-fire.
Though bred as opposites opposed: one higher,
the other below where I, a dark knight,
she, like a shooting star that brightens the night,
together are a can of worms I don't admire.
The world we know won't permit us together.
She comes from privilege, money, and ease;
and, when it pleases her, she has a taste for leather.
But I loathe her society's disease,
depravity, intolerance, waste, leisure,
and fallen nature's Mephistopheles!
The wheels of time roll by on the lavish landscape of life,
many springs swarm in our ambiance and wane away,
as we chaperon our entwined hearts on the garden path.
Ardent fervor lined with silver on the satin cloud that set sail,
not for long, for the ruinous rainstorm surges in
and dissolves the dormant shine of the remote sky.
My yearning glides beyond the sway of the eroded banks
of the subterranean stream flowing from your eyes,
but I know it’ll return from the sanguine sea of certainty.
I won’t wait long to be with you in the vale by my garden,
for in the recess of your meandering arms outspread for me,
I wander on the wings reverie to repose once again.
You sow the seeds of buoyancy in the abandoned garden,
that sprout in the spectral spring with amorous splendor.
The cradle of malachite leaves caresses the buds of rose,
that bloom on the canvas of dawn painted by sunburst sky.
In a trance I see you’re adorned by filigree of flushing patina,
the flower of yearning embellished with the glow of ardor.
I then find me drift in the domain of the deepest fantasy,
sparkle in the sapphire sky like a shooting star,
falling on the purple petals of your pristine rose,
I turn into a drop of dew radiating my heart’s fervent hue.
Away with strife and toil...... pain and sorrow dim
as into a mysterious shroud of darkness
light as a feather I spin.
Sheep gamboling on fields of
colorful hues in blue and green
old friends I meet again
in places I have never been.
A child again.......... skipping rope , counting eggs
chickens and ducks on flying legs.
Angels hands caress my cheek
under wings of winking gems
I play hide and seek.
A little dove as white as snow
in blurry mists .... an ethereal glow.
Voices call out from afar
as I ride upon a shooting star.
Rivers flow clear and bright
oceans surge against the tide
sturdy crabs on sandy beds
conch shells whisper in my ear.
A bouquet of flowers....from mother dear
a symbol of love from one
who passed away many long years.
Gems glitter on trees
the tinkle of wind chimes in the breeze
as a voice calls from somewhere near.
Rise and shine...open your eyes
a gentle shake......I am awake.
Yet I would rather be in that beautiful place
the world of dreams
a beautiful face....bejewelled trees
flowers of love... sunbeams
shooting stars...a brilliant light
in my heart an ethereal glow resides.
My waking hours are now
enhanced by a glimpse of beauty
beyond compare
in a place between sleep and wake
the space between two worlds
a place where mysteries unfold
and beautiful stories are told.
gravity craves in the sky
weightless surrender -
comet reaches rock bottom
tides foam a lullaby
crested lengths wave -
ripples focus underneath
horizon lingers abreast
pain drenched capture -
currents expose lost hope
a life buoy tied to an anchor
flare soaked in life’s blood -
cess pool seizes cessation
atlantis meet nirvana
tranquility draws in the sand-
jetsam leads the way
the saviour dies dried tears
an offering’s nail to the cross -
hobgoblin mocks the journey
drift wood walks on water
parts with seven wild seas -
beach hut shelters new dreams
a lonely star fish grants company
octopus offers eight fold path -
tentacles points to serenity
shooting star recovers attraction
wings hardship and meaning -
levitation mediates sorrow
earth-wind meets fire
mermaid shares fins -
life life rescues calm voyage
07th February 2020
Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce
About this and that, about what makes us sing
Watching a robin take its first flight
Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree
The sun coming out from behind the clouds
The gentle breeze blowing the leaves in autumn
The gentle snow flakes softly falling in winter
Covering the ground like a warm blanket
Or is it the laughter of a baby
The purring of a kitten
The sound of cows mooing in the field
The twinkling stars on a warm summer's eve
A shooting star
The hum of the city
Which tells us we're one of many
Enjoying life on this amazing planet of ours
The roar of a jet engine
Taking people away on a happy vacation
The sound of a marching band
The smile on the cashiers face
As she wishes you to have a great day
So many images throughout life
Remind us how amazing it is to be alive
To experience these simple pleasures
To conjure up these amazing vignettes
Of the wonders we see and feel every day
I still remember my very first day at school
That was seventy-five years ago
But it's just like it was yesterday
Attending my very first baseball game
And none other than Jackie Robinson
Playing second base for the Montreal Royals
In his very first professional baseball game
I could go on and on but as I age
My memory is not as reliable as it once was
Memories are wonderful to try to hold on to
To look back on a life filled with happiness and joy
Of course, there were some sad times
But they were far outnumbered
By just the simple pleasures we all experience
My life has been amazing!