Long Sphere Poems
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How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind
that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks.
It blows through branches dressed in leaves
of chromatic colors, crimson, orange and gold.
Hues that appear in the fall, vibrant and bold.
Beneath a forest of maples is a woodland carpet
and all that remains are empty nests from spring.
But nearby I hear the drumming of a woodpecker.
Clouds are swiftly drifting by as if in a hurry,
and squirrels are gathering acorns. How they scurry!
Faintly, I smell the sweet scent of oak boughs burning.
Smoke from a chimney wreathes its way to the sky.
I'm only able to catch a glimpse of the log cabin,
but I envy who lives there, enjoying nature's charm.
There are pumpkins to be harvested on their farm.
I smile at a pair of swans as they glide on the pond,
swimming together without a care in the world.
Mated for life... how I admire such avian fidelity.
Nature has lovely scenery in each season of the year,
but none as glorious as Autumn's colorful sphere.
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A luminescent scimitar
cleaves the obsidian
firmament,
An ethereal calligraphy
traced upon the cosmic
element.
Suspended in quiet majesty,
a vestige of celestial grace,
Shedding a shimmering,
iridescent glow across time
and space.
This iridescent sickle cradles
the penumbral sphere,
As whispering constellations
gather softly from far and
near.
A mesmerizing emblem of
the twilight's quiet, transient
art,
Stirring a melancholic
wonder deep within the
dreamer's heart.
Through the subterranean
expanse of the everlasting
night,
She glides with incandescent
elegance, a beacon of pure
light.
An ephemeral,
phosphorescent crescent,
beautifully designed,
Casting a captivating,
tranquil spell upon all
humankind.
Between the heaven's
and earth's reality
Softly poetic angels
sing so joyfully
Gliding upon a gentle
evening breeze
Only to melt before the
whispering pleas
Wondering among the
silken sighs
Stars find their home
in your eyes
Magically darken clouds
are transformed
As moonbeams danced
as they performed
Within the atmosphere
time then stood still
Being noted upon white
sheet and golden quill
Stored in the library of
the celestial sphere
Where great love lives
with the angels near
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Number One, out of Three
Sadly, badly is the way I handled it.
Things were falling apart, nothing fit.
Leaving it all behind, I hit the road.
Neglecting responsibility and the load.
A hundred thousand miles upon wings,
Soaring all alone, a Thunderbird sings.
Slicing the air, a sphere hangs, a beautiful smile
looking at me, all the while leaving mile after mile
behind, ever distancing the shattered, broken heart.
No plan, this man raced towards the future, a new start.
All the while, with heaver heart, not seeing what is ahead,
((not looking back at the heartache I caused )) instead,
just kept on flying, speeding across this vast land
with nothing but moments, so many memories in hand.
Number One, out of Three, cares, in spite, is there for me.
Hind sight, what a nemesis to carry, then, a time to see
all the fragments, the wreckage of a life you left behind.
Among the debris rose a flower so rear, so hard to find.
How does one reconcile ?, face that which goes around,
comes around as he traverses the last mile, above ground.
How does one find answers, find a melodic, cohesive sound
that brings Two out of Three, in line with The One, who found
forgiveness was the door through which, would guide her above
all the pain, uncertainty, anger and open up her heart to love.
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 12th, 2018
A few more hours
the world will count
a new year in
a new year out
and here am I
within your arms
I count the time
by all your charms
Our bodies sway
you hold me tight
the candles blaze
On New Year's Night
the fireworks
within your eyes
now scintillate
along my thighs
we celebrate
the time draws near
that burst of love
to other sphere
the TV lights
dance to and fro
the countdown on
in passion glow
I see your face
bathed in desire
we're almost there
you rock me higher
And then as one
we burst in flame
the New Year's come
our love, the same
What better place
for you and me
than in the throes
of ecstasy!!!
You hear me sigh
and sweetly say,
"My New Year's joy
is here to stay."
Eileen Manassian
My angel I have heard on high.
I'm lost. I don't know who I am.
You seem so high up in the sky,
and I am really in a jam.
By the tinkling of heaven's chime,
I ask myself, suppress a grin,
where have you gotten to this time?
What kind of trouble are you in?
I do not know quite where I am -
maybe, to the slaughter led,
just like Mary's little lamb,
except that I will soon be dead.
I can hear your voice so shrilly.
I will find you, my little lamb.
You needn't be dramatic, silly.
If I must use GPS, I can.
Oh, my angel, I must confess,
I don't know the reason why
I got myself into this mess -
a whale's belly? I want to cry.
Oh my gosh, my little fool -
find you? I wonder if I can?
Don't worry, my precious jewel,
my angel eyes begin to scan.
When grim imagination starts to roam,
anywhere on earth's roundish sphere,
you are always here in our home,
and your angel always finds you dear.
Our birthright is to clearly see
What God reveals and speaks of thee
In spirit's realm, we must engage
Before things manifest on life's stage
To this majestic force we yield
Our worldly discourse now revealed
With Christ, we rise to heavenly places
And embrace a life of new graces
A resurrected lifestyle we lead
Empowered to meet our every need
As we grasp the depth of this truth
We ascend to higher view
From this vantage point, we boldly face
Earthly challenges with steadfast grace
For in this higher, sacred sphere
Doubt and fear no longer interfere
Our purpose and destiny to fulfill
And live out what God planned with skill
For we are free, our spirits fly
To reach the heights and touch the sky.
My song at daybreak is abundant with optimism.
The dawn brings gentle melodies,
As the sun peeps over the darkened horizon,
My song embarks on a song of grace,
As the suns golden orb is appearing
And lightens the darkened sky.
It brings vibrant colour to a sleeping realm.
My song springs into full illustrious voice.
Lyrics flooding the countryside with hope for a joyful day.
Welcoming the day with words of wonder,
Its clear voice waking the birds and all that slumber.
The wafting breeze brings tuneful chords,
And the lilting song takes flight with a symphony of sound.
Percussion breaks the sweet serenade with thunderous excitement,
as the earth proclaims its power dominating the land,
with a brief thunderstorm with tumultuous baritone resonance,
As the vibrato heralds the peace resuming her sway.
The somber soulful song entered by a soprano’s lilt,
And lingers into a delightful aria pronouncing the relax of the day,
Embraced by the landscape falling into shadow,
As the sun slides lower, the tune is carried by the flute’s sweet array.
The crimson sphere sinking below the hills and the serenade fades away.
As the light is engulfed by the silence of the dark night once more.
A Collaboration betwixt J. Webb and memself.
All roads lead to the same place
What’s different is the path they take
But no matter where you go
There is always at least a hint of perfection
A perfection that is great
Because it is always and already perfect
Even in the depths of Hell
The light of awareness casts its shadows
While at the peak of Heaven
That light is all there is
Between these two the scenes of Samsara
Churn in cycles of day and night
And yet always there is the light of awareness
Perfect, pristine, spontaneous and uncontrived
Whether we know it or not in our ignorance
Whether we see it or not in our blindness
A sphere of light that knows no dark
That we perceive in every thing we see.
(1/5/25)
I felt something strange tickling my ear.
I shrugged; then thought it was just the effect of beer.
No, the tickling went on and a white figure did appear.
I shrieked: "Who are you? And why are you here?"
I'm your caring angel. I came to wipe your tear.
Stay away! Don't come so near!
Don't you see me shaking with fear?
Relax! I just want to see you happy in this sphere.
Trust me. I won't be long. I'll soon disappear.
Things have to be set right and made clear.
Bringing your smile back is my reason to interfere.
I looked away wondering: "Isn't this what I want to hear?"
My heart leapt and started to cheer
When a piercing voice crossed my ear:
"Come on, get up! You'll be late, dear!"