Long Slows Poems
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When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
Flow of knowledge happens, it comes and goes, like a river it gets going and never slows.
Flow of time goes, it moves, it blends, sometimes we can feel it move so slow and then it goes fast making our days go in a flash.
Time is counted, but I feel like it goes fast and slow, like a pull it has power and we feel the move.
Flowing through this time, like the wind, we see and learn so many things.
Flowing in and out, of time and space, we wonder all about our universe.
Like colors in the sky change, things change fast, making us look with awe at our life and wonder how that changed.
So, flow like the river and keep going, let your life be something we all can remember, be good, be kind, be forgiving, and flow in this time.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
We suspect the house is haunted by ghosts,
Who welcome guests to stay with them as hosts.
They love it when you come and play along,
To their creepy charade, and karaoke song.
The sound effects are dialed-up on cue,
To respond to whatever you may ensue.
Floorboards creak without footfalls.
A plate untouched, slips, topples and falls.
Whispers whistle in trees devoid of breeze.
Doors creak and bang shut with ease.
The clock ticks out of sync and slows,
As you watch it pulse in ebbs and flows.
You hear footsteps creeping up to you,
You look back to see the floor's askew.
The house is rocking from side to side,
It's the ghosts laughing, enjoying the joyride.
Rainbow faeries in the sky, painting furiously and fabulously
God’s magic in the hands of the mystics.
His glorious red, representing our life’s blood
after it hits oxygen. Showing nature her full beauty
in the scarlet coneflowers and crisp crimson strawberries.
Flat out showing off in tomatoes.
Rainbow faeries in the sky, hurrying before we catch them.
God’s colors in their nimble hands.
His glorious orange, making us feel optimistic,
throwing a laugh into the rainbow, bringing a sense of play.
Orange, my favorite color, which is shown in
butterflies and marigolds, a sense of whimsy and fun.
Rainbow faeries in the sky, racing toward their favorite color.
The color of the sun, showing their full out yellow, which
gives enthusiasm and joy to the rainbow, softening the
other colors, acting as a beautiful companion, cheering them
all on with an exuberant happy cheer.
Rainbow faeries in the sky, settling down with calming green.
Throwing it in sparingly, as it is already in every meadow,
forest and field. The ultimate color that slows us down, allowing
our breathing to calm us, making us feel nurtured and a part
of nature.
Rainbow faeries gladly adding a touch of blue, the color of
sky and sea, the color that takes our eyes to heaven, and helps
us remember we are here to love each other, showing us compassion and empathy, giving us peace.
This morning the sky looked undecided--
a wide stretch of gray
with a few slow openings
where light tried to slip through.
Nothing dramatic.
Mixed weather that slows your steps without your noticing,
without knowing why.
As I walked,
my mood echoed the weather;
not down, not bright,
just in-between,
with a few thoughts I let be
for now.
A narrow strip of sunlight fell across the pavement,
warming one arm
while leaving the other in shadow.
It made me smile…
the way the world makes its partial choices
and keeps moving.
Perhaps this half-gray sky
is truthful in its way
a sky that shows
both the weight
and the light
at the same time.
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Upon my horse in the midnight hour, I smell the odor of sweet young flowers
The moon shines through the frozen trees, the wolf howls softly in the breeze
Familiar sounds surround my ears, the baby owl, the raven’s caw
My stallion slows, a stranger nears, could it be someone I once saw?
We stopped to greet and shook cold hands, I lit a fire, we exchanged tales
He spoke as if from foreign lands, I notice long and sharpened nails
I asked him why he wore a cape, on such a cold and windy night
He sat in silence his mouth agape, two pointed teeth gave me a fright
“I must be going” I spoke and stood, and mounted fast my nervous mare
And as he rose it does one good, to ride as fast as one would dare
He quickly followed, my heart did race, in fear I fled this frightful fiend
Soon he caught me and held my face, below the surface of a stream
With all my strength and power within, I drew my dagger from my waist
And plunged it sure below his chin, and once again I rode in haste
But yet again the fiend did ride, as I rode into a dim lit cave
I hid in darkness as he cried, “I soon will put you in your grave”
I crawled and felt a wooden stake, from some old wheel that fell apart
And as he struck as would a snake, I plunged it deep into his heart
And now the fiend lies without motion, and soon will be out of my sight
My trusted mare with its devotion, has brought us home again tonight
Form:
Oh no, that time of year again
when I hear noises in my head
My owner tries to comfort me
snuggling, huddling, nurturing
but I just want the noise to stop
such loudness is so torturing
She plays her music loudly
hoping this will stop my trembling
The only sounds that I can hear
are sounds I am remembering
For I was found on Guy Fawkes night
so many years ago
Tied to a fence with no escape
weak and starving of food and love
As all around me fireworks sounded
noise so frightening feeling hounded
Lighting up the skies with sounds
Bang Crash Crackles
Whizz Whoosh Whistles
Bathed in panic and starved of love
Scared by sounds of a million missiles
Even though the sound’s abating
cannot stop myself from shaking
My lovely owner soothing me
whispering comforting words
As gradually my panting stops
my heartbeat slows right down
For I’ve survived another year
the banging ceased I have no fear
Written for all the dear animals so frightened by the noise of fireworks
2nd November 2018
Contest Choice 10 Personification
Sponsor Brian Strand
1ST PLACE
Waiting At The Train Station
by Edmund Siejka
Not far away
From the train station
Is a distant river
Deep
Cobalt grey
Churning it’s way between
Snow covered banks.
To the right
Towering above the tree lines
Is a Church
Inside a priest
Prepares for Sunday morning Mass
Early light filtering in
Through stained glass windows.
I waited for an errant train
Snow coming down quickly
Cold becoming colder.
In the train’s waiting room
An old man sat down
Bad leg stretched outward
Cane by his good side
Unbuttoning his top coat
Saying
“First hint of snow
And everything slows down around here.”
His words echoing in the nearly empty waiting room.
A woman sitting at the far end
Had that worried look
That parents often have
Her daughter,
Really a child,
Recited numbers
From one to twenty
In a voice as clear as an angel’s.
The old man tilted his head to one side
Listening
Counting with the girl
Tapping the cement floor with his cane.
Outside the snow continued unabated
Covering everything
In heavy white
So that even the tallest branches,
Limbs outstretched,
Knelt before nature’s might.
Fire within bowels of earth,
stretch and yawn in bubbling mirth,
transforming every life form
by divine magnetism warm.
In as ordained we all rise,
ascending to heart’s surprise,
wherein flame of love is lit,
taking soul to the summit.
Vibration rise, gift of grace,
steadies heart, slows thought flow pace
and we respond in delight,
as bliss cascades day and night.
Schumann’s resonance risen,
lets us escape fear prison
but we must choose to be still,
upon which voids within fill.
There’s nothing we need to do,
save letting bliss beats renew,
taking us straight to heaven,
through body chakras seven.
I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night,
Where birds find their nests and the morning rises on wings of light,
There where the Sky kisses the Earth with lips full of blue and the greenery sighs,
Where the day whispers a gentle secret to the night and people gaze smiling at magic.
I would go where time slows its steps to embrace the clear sky,
Where words are whispered thanks that rise like the smoke of a divine dream,
Where souls and silences dance in an embrace of forests and waters,
And silence becomes a mute prayer, a song of the heart that cannot escape.
I would go where listening becomes an art and we see beyond the veil of the world,
Where we wear smiles instead of clothes and touch souls with the grace of the moon,
Where time expands like a sea embracing each wave of happiness,
And love overflows in simple gestures, yet full of a mysterious and pure fulfillment.
I would go where dreams grow wings and fly to skies of infinite blue,
Where every breath is a gift and every moment becomes a graceful dance,
Where the sky and the earth whisper stories in the language of singing colors,
And in every glance, a universe is born, a fairy tale that ventures into hearts.
I would go where love knows no bounds and time is a gentle friend,
Where each soul finds its place and every thought becomes a wing of the wind,
Where silence speaks and shows us what truly matters in its clear light,
And life flows like an eternal poem, wrapped in magic and divine light.