Long Spanning Poems
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A thousand drops approach the fold.
Their mission, moisten, grains all whole.
To be lost when kneaded, tossed, or rolled.
Or mixed within the mixing bowl
For a lonesome drop, all hope depletes.
For surely will never be found.
This drop that missed its mark complete,
and splashed upon the ground.
To evaporate by afternoon
For the summer's call is warm
Sent drifting toward a midday moon
Soon to be one with the storm
It sees no point in constant whining
over what may lie below
For in clouds it's found a silver lining
and is proud to be H2O
On a journey of falling, then drifting away
Spanning the world entire
A distant thought, that fateful day
When measured and destined for fire
As summer rain, or autumn sleet
A drift of arctic snow
The ups and the downs do tend to repeat
But It's better than being the dough!
Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
that mute scream ripped open your throat
will not delay, wont apprehend
it's only a side effect
you really should've seen it coming
a lifelong flatline falling ill
such ridiculous things
as a mute static noise
spanning its tarred wings
over nothing, nothing at all.
the endless ocean a calm before a storm
but no eyes dare
to brave the waters surface
it remains unseen, unchanging
an endless opportunity
who will ever see the stars
if the ground is a glowing hunting mass
and the depths as dark as sky
ugly layers blended
you like it but thats a foreign concept
because who has space
when an ocean
is so fulfilling
you
1907, Saw the begining of forthcoming,Glasgow`s Sir.Willam Arroleco`s company
were credited, structural errecting of twas to be,Middlesbrough`s emblem,The
Transporter Bridge.Replacing the steam ferry,shuttling The River Tees.
Opening ceremony being October 17, 1911. Prince Arthur of Connaught, the chosen.
a delightful heartwarming structure,spanning The Tees 259 metres,an amazing view
from a height of 49 of the same.
An achievement,in itself as second largest of it`s kind.
World war 2,a bomb caused minimal but,effective damage.Gondalar hanging
midrift,waters lashing.
Folk crossing the high walk path, to reach Port Clarence,vice versa.
However,1933. A phenominal recognition, recieved highest honours. Institute of
Mechanical Engineers shone. A true sense of pride for Tessiders,alike.
Epic television and films alike, attracted our humble creation.Boasting Billy Elliott to
Spender and Aufweidersein pet.Dramatics and comedy on a worldwide wide stage.
Walking the steps to windy heights.Views a pleasure for the eye,the distance,Eston
Hills to Roseberry Topping.Foregrond,steelworks, hotels,dwellings,but standing like
a Mecca Shrine,The Riverside Stadium.( Our local football stadium )
The blue lights,reflecting every gurder every beam,at night
coming home is such a heart warming sight.
To commemerate the 100 years centenary of, THE TRANSPORTER BRIDGE.
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Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on wildflowers glow
Oscillating shadows in gusting, windy, woes
Amidst bears’ huffs, woofs, raging ugly growl
When raccoons coyly snarl at foxes’ feral-howl
Hiding from pitter-patter of tropical rainfall
In heavenly paradise as birdsongs toll daylong
Serenading the land where liberty is paramount
In forest of my dreams’ blossoming sanctuary~
A temple, a hideaway, a refuge, an ecosystem,
A reserve for humanity, a shrine for sanctity,
In equilibrium, edifying calmness and peace
Where elixir of sacred life flows in holy streams
Sustaining earth’s renewal in tranquil harmony.
April 17, 2021
Placed 3rd: In the forest of my dreams premium contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Placed 1st: All yours (Apr 24) contest
Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple limbs.
Spanning the Connecticut,
green to granite -
I miss the melody
of wheels and hooves;
the morning breaths
floating and settling among
my rafters - dripping
in the noon heat.
Carriages where whispers
echo between my latticed
trusses and clandestine truths
and lies were lost in the shadows
where tears of both joy
and pain are forever hidden.
Below, the river perpetually runs
like life and time,
always moving, never waiting,
and testing our will
to carry on...
In the spaces that divide us, where distance quietly lies,
Bridges of the heart are built, under the vast, embracing skies.
Spanning gaps with beams of understanding, sturdy and profound,
A conduit for love and warmth, in the spaces, they are found.
From one soul to another, across the valleys deep and wide,
Bridges form with threads of empathy, where kindred spirits reside.
In every plank, a shared joy, in every cable, a shared pain,
Uniting us across the chasms, in sunshine and through rain.
Upon these structures, words and sentiments freely flow,
Carrying tales of love and loss, in a gentle, steady tow.
Each bridge, a testament to connection, a pathway to explore,
A journey towards another, to discover, and to adore.
Through storms and calm, they stand, amidst the times that test,
Providing passage to the other side, where shared moments rest.
In the silhouette of a bridge against a setting sun’s glow,
Lie stories of encounters and farewells, in a timeless, gentle throw.
May we build these bridges with compassion, under the celestial dome,
Creating paths to one another, in the spaces we call home.
For in every thoughtful connection, in every shared, emotive gaze,
We construct the sturdy spans that join us, through life’s intricate maze.
Within these bridges, let’s find the fortitude to traverse,
Through moments, light and dark, in the universe, diverse.
With kindness as our guide, along these pathways, let’s tread,
Creating endless bridges between us, where love and hope are spread.
There was once a Dragon in my mind,
soaring her levy through it's eerie wind.
On water's dipole and Tau's ring of Pi,
she coiled her tail around my axis of pride.
The invisible Dragon with a lustrous hide;
elating the ego in synesthetic stride.
Preying on the petty with adamant jowls.
Her eyes are red ablaze with amour, rage, and self-acknowledgement.
She kisses my thoughts with her rhythmic muse,
ambient qualia ensues.
She carries my soul with her amable claws.
A story is told through standard candle trails;
worshiped in a celestine shrine.
Lights known to wake the vale of men to the advected advent of love.
Her long tangled body swims through space in a propagating line.
Anharmonic; her tail points in its own direction,
spanning the enigmatic vector of time.
The sun a subtle whisper made,
A lurid phantom in the sky,
To slip beneath the closing day,
And leave her smile in my mind.
In dreams I’ve wandered far beneath,
The silent flow of dismal time,
And as a prisoner of belief,
I’ve dream’d of loving thee for life.
With shadows in my longing eyes,
I’ve heard the echo of the sea,
And watch’d the vespers in the sky,
Shine their phantom lights on me.
I see that beauty finds thee now,
A noble queen of nature’s realm,
As in fresh springtime’s waking hour,
The daisies blooming on the hill.
Arising, the soothing arms of night,
Shall keep this heart when aching finds,
Thy love a memory in my life,
Without thy soul a part of mine.
So then a spirit solemn makes,
Stone and statue guards the tomb,
That holds the distant precious days,
Of tender, fragrant, lovers’ youth.
Across the spanning velvet sky,
God unlimits love to all,
Alas! This vagrant soul of mine,
Has yet to know love’s rabid thrall.
To one who’s heart in pinning dies,
Though holding fast his fervent prayer,
Love that gives eternal life,
Shall keep thee ever close to her.
One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce…
to remember people, places, things and moments
that have happened…that we miss.
Take our house for instance
its floors and walls and ceiling are lined
with a myriad of memories our children left behind.
Floating in the air…they wait…and we would be remiss
If we didn’t stop and catch a few….
If we didn’t reminisce.
It’s like dipping our hand in the water as we float along a stream…
catching handfuls of our memories
times we laughed and loved and dreamed…
Today as we were cleaning out a drawer
we found a bookmark, that had years ago been misplaced
It was yellow…made of felt
with a little smile for a face.
A little yellow bookmark
picked out of the river flow…
A little yellow bookmark
made by tiny hands so long ago…
A little yellow bookmark…spanning a time continuum so vast
A little yellow bookmark…linking our present to our past…
A little yellow bookmark…
reminding us of a moment in time we miss…
marking that moment forever
every time we reminisce.