Long Skies Poems
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in autumn’s ambiance, a stillness, blessing
away the music of summer’s sun
the restless wind and her leaves who dance
a waltz undone, between summer and autumn
a beautiful breath of what healing is intended to be
healing of a spirit and healing of a moment
between day and night, shadow and light
the wonder of two hearts who’ve consumed
a song that bleeds hope into old wounds
in autumn’s revelation, a miracle, a story
trembling, echoing, through September
silently revealing what is meant to bring peace
and what is serenity unfolding
on the prayers of yesterday’s memories
a still, fragile grace that colors dreams in melancholy
while holding the spirit in arms of curiosity,
sensing the presence of a glorious note
playing out a rhythm of heartbeats
awaking feelings who do more than believe
in autumn’s gaze, admiring
believing, blessing away the tears
as rain recalls what it is to convince
a lifeless ache – the beauty that fades
into winter, sometimes bitter
but always a cherished moment
caught between a heartfelt prayer
and the promise of light, in each snowflake,
a risk we all take… floating on the edge of peace,
the music of wonderland weeping
over the prayers that we speak, keep seeking
the grace between here and eternity.
that, my friend, is the heavy weight
mystery of hope that sees
despite the shadows and deceit,
the beautiful in each breathless leaf,
each harvest speech, the hesitant beauty
of a gentle rain, lamenting
dripping with firefly dreams
and the stories of poetry built by pens
who will never see
beyond the worn words of yesterday
when Autumn wrote her dreams
on the silence and sent letters of belief
to the stars, to the skies, to the seas
but it was only yesterday’s need
to see the road between here and eternity
it only takes one word from those who seek
to reach beyond the aching grief
autumn’s soundless seed, planted in souls
those who see… just see
I saw them moving from place to place, looking for a brand new face
But nothing could click for they were way out of line from the distance embedded in the skies and the stars were moving in a straight line.
Morning greets me with a bang and the universe stood up in front of me like a living man, I confront it with all the energy I have and in minutes it had to comply and the temperature cools down and saturate the heat that was spreading around they suddenly left the town.
Show me the axe that is swirling around the tree, show me the ice that is melting at a hundred degrees, the glaciers are moving from land to sea and big chunk of it shapes your destiny, it is cooling the surface of the earth but in twelve years’ time it will melt down in the dirt and the rivers will meet with the seas.
I kept watching that line and I have noticed something divine, it goes back to the tenth century when boulders on earth were mingling and shifting with the dirt and cavemen dug wells deep inside the earth searching for treasures that leads into waters and the passage of time kept reminding me of the lines. It was the birth of the Julian calendar and the dominance of the lead and iron aged, and the rise of the Chinese Song dynasty. Oh what mystery is tied up in history?
Lines of all shapes, texture and colors are moving in different directions in the earths center there is no imaginary line around the equator, there is nothing standing between us and there is nothing that can separates us, there is just one giant mass around us and the sun and the moon are behind us.
The morning traffic kept rumbling around the town in lines that are profound, they lead from the center of the skies and connects with the age old deity that hold up the corner of the earth and the wisdom of mankind blazes through the sky and the stars falls in place before they start the big race. Get
connected with the lines in the skies before the universe dies.
Across the wandering life’s dynamic domain,
I traversed following the footprints of destiny.
The tortuous pathway in the undulating topography
meandered for me, tracking the trail of the racing time
to the formless future, I saw take the ordained shape,
I toiled and tried to take life wherever I wanted,
but couldn’t reach the goal for the bridges got burnt,
the flood of uncertainty washed away the road.
The reasons of wreckage I couldn’t reckon at all.
That’s when I heard the sound of fate’s footfall.
With the weary wings of the beleaguered bird of fate,
I flew aimless in the turbulent air of discontent,
across the fading hues of the sunset horizon,
where I got caught in the confining clutch
of the storm clouds of providence as a captive.
Many skies of turmoil I then soared with passion
across the sequential waves of somber squalls.
With the buds of nascent hope held close to heart
I chased butterflies in the valley of flowers,
with dreams flying through the rainbow arch.
The sun now sinks at the edge of the twilight zone,
marked by the fading kaleidoscope of fulfillment.
Walking the last mile, I’ve reached the point of no return;
the weary footsteps can no longer take me back,
for I’m a hostage to fortune.
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows it’s just a lie
I turn away real fast
So that the lie will last
But then alone at night
I pray she’ll be alright
And I give in to tears
My overflowing fears...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows it’s just a lie
Few days and she'll be gone
She'll take our joy, our song
No sweetness of her voice
To leave? Her will, her choice
No one her bed can fill
The house all quiet...still
I’ve know it all along
But it’s hard to stay strong...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows that it’s a lie
She’ll always be my girl
My precious little pearl
The sunshine in my day
My strength when skies turn grey
My greatest dream come true
The sweetest rainbow hue
My legacy of love
My gift from up above...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows….it’s just a lie.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
My daughter leaves home to continue her studies abroad after having been with us for one whole year, and I’m finding it so hard to let go. I just gave her a big hug and left her room….and I told her I’d not cry. I thought I'd manage it, but....here I am, penning this poem….and tears are running down my face. She’ll soon be 21, but she’ll always be my little girl…
It's hard to say goodbye.
And I had to have a cry!
Footnote: She's got great writing skills. She's written two poems for me on my birthday. Here are the links:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_month_of_may__my_daughters_tribute_478924
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_voice_of_her_mother__my_daughters_gift_583290
Galaxy of stars supplies
signal event in dark skies.
Tall straight pines birthed as light poles
heavens hallow grown-up roles.
Mirrored in the brook below
current venue ceases flow.
Trees denuded of their leaves
while soon empty forest grieves.
Destined now to carry light
to a busy city's night;
poles' inaugurations move
into town when works approve.
Loudly speaks the jackhammer
amid much-needed clamor;
tearing up pathway's veneer
to create an urban sphere.
Rows of trees, now rows of poles
spaced apart so man controls.
Homesick still for forest fog
they learn to cope via smog.
April 17, 2023
A bit of ekphrasis inspired by a photograph of
the Milky Way highlighting a forest of pines,
Star Dreams by Dasha Kern on Deviant Art.
Time ticks away as a new dawn strokes your splitting heart,
with your mood swings re-writing my emphatic poetical art.
Although the fear of your demons may grip my soul
I am now immune to all the personalities you can't control.
I am lost without the warmth of your crystalline eyes,
so let your tears implode upon me under turbulent skies.
I've seen crimson and aquamarine ambers outside your tinted mists,
without boundaries or limitations, I'm one who always persists.
As I recognize the repetitive push and pull for the fearful,
you've so impulsively strained against us with forces so powerful.
I never knew there would be something sweet about a fatal kiss,
but the moment I laid my eyes upon your soul's tender bliss,
I knew no, amount of pressure could keep us apart.
despite my mind, always on an endless loop to restart,
I'll never stop trying to be by your side,
despite the havoc I will understand you tried.
There have been times you've named my trust an unfaithful land,
yet in times of turmoil you've never forgotten the future we planned.
Let me mould those wheels into emerald wrecking balls,
so we can tentatively tarnish all the forgotten falls,
as you swim from the flashbacks and triggers of satanic seas,
my arms shall always be right in-front, just as you need them to be.
Remember you'll regret loving me without maturity;
You’Il insanely struggle with immense insecurity,
because I will not let your imagination push me to insanity.
My spirit will guide me even when you feel disorientated,
as the keyholder to my chains, with you I feel liberated.
I'll constantly remind you of this forevermore,
When your fears overtake you like an irrational war.
MY MORTAL SPRING--
My mortal spring, singing into the light.
I love the way you shine, brightly you call;
Invading my mind day and through the night;
Falling screams about the lighted fall;
Allow me to capture you able arch?
You are more busy, stable and cunning;
Soft clouds dull the dizzy flowers of March;
And the springtime has the fizzy skinning;
I shall embrace you catch you after the fall;
I love your kind blue skies, warm grounds and clouds;
Thinking of your dazed warm grounds fills my shrouds;
My love for you liken immortal calls;
Now I must away with an amazed heart;
Remember my raised words whilst we're apart;
3/21/19
A Sonnet by James Edward Lee Sr
If I were really rich, I would live in beautiful Bermuda,
Sipping rum swizzles and fishing for wily barracuda!
I'd buy a fancy sports car in which to cruise unbound,
And join the Mid-Ocean Club to play a daily golfing round!
I'd own a sailing yacht on which to entertain my friends,
Sailing 'neath moonlit skies as around the isle she wends!
I'd buy a splendid cottage on The Cut in Olde St George's town,
From there to savor dramatic sunsets watching olde Sol go down!
I'd dine on fish and chips at my favorite pub, The White Horse Inn,
Listening to quaint calypso music by the Talbot Brothers therein!
On balmy evenings I'd stroll Old Maids Lane and Shinbone Alley,
And watch the Gombey dancers gyrate as I leisurely dally!
If I were rich I would move there in a trice,
To loll on the pink sandy beaches of that island paradise!
Entry for Mystic Rose's "If You Were Rich Contest"
(11 November 2015)
Tangerine blessings
Gentling the azure skies
Promising silence
With a prayer for the night
Who would dispel
Every shadow of fading doubt
Reassuring the spirit
That hope rises in hues
Poured out from the hand
Who created the Son
Shining down on this world
Creative gestures
By the wind, dancing
Through the mystery of
Oaks and birch, pine
Emerald like the forest
Smiling, whispering beauty
Breaking apart the colors
Rich amber, darkest
Auburn and glorious
Songs from the wren
As it erases the melancholic
Trembling through the air
Despising the rarity of silence
Lifting the chaotic words
Built to fill the quiet, the stillness
Blended with hope, faith
Light poured out on the night
In sparkles of insight,
Wise and alive, dancing
Through the darkness
Healing the heart who knows
It’s the moment for kindness
To unfold and still
The trouble, the struggles
Imagined by the soul
Who only knows the good
When it has been felt
By a dream who believes
And remembers the prayer
That binds the spirit
In grace, devotion, worshipping
The Father of love, the love
Who shines down joy from above
With His eternal gift, His Son
Saving us from the shadows
That strive to confine our hope
So we don’t know how to cope
He is love and so, forever
We will abide in the tender light
As it silences every fear
Wipes away every tear
And reminds us we’re here
To glorify the One who abides
Inside where He is the King
The One who truly is…
EVERYTHING!
Realized something unanticipated
Something out of blue
For me, which can't be true
And changed something in my mind for you!
When I metaphorized you with the moon
When I forgot the word exagerration
And fancied the truth
The truth which included the impact of ur eyes
The truth which even concealed all of my lies
And beautified the dark blue skies
With moon in it
Or shall I say with you in it!
But for a moment if you know you know!
Moon never had that gaze
Which somewhere only you own
But it possessed the phase
And so it was not ur eyes alone!
Which left me awake for days
Which made me fall for uh in all possible ways
It was ur voice probably
In addition to those scars
Around which i wish to draw stars
Also, those smirks on that manipulating face
And undoubtedly that gaze
with the sky experiencing haze
Always leaving me amaze!
Darling, I've fooled this world longer than you know
As it's not always better to show
that fiction never had impact on me
and so I decepted this world to be unable to see
but unwillingly, I'm addicted to 'that sea'
In which I'm summoned by your eyes
Knowing that consistency is the key
So I preferred using lies
To hide you from them
Just like the clouds guarding the moon
From getting an evil eye really soon
I hadn't mistook
That you are better than the one in any book
Not alone by the way you look
by the way you can even cook
But by your soul
Not with the particular part
but with the whole!