Long Spot Poems
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Some days our dreams
outweigh our means,
don’t let it get you down.
Awake at dawn, just soldier on,
straightening your crown.
Those ambitious goals
of days gone by
are faded as can be…
The time you invested
is soon to be tested,
you’ll have to wait and see.
So lend me your ear -
lean closer in…
spot wisdom when you hear it.
Fill your cup, drink it in
and savor it - then,
it will surely lift your spirit.
Though often hidden in a maze
you’ll find your path somehow.
Let’s drink a toast to yesterday -
…then drink a toast to now!
Those long held dreams
give off a light that some
would like to borrow.
So look ahead (if you dare)
there is laughter to share,
the day after tomorrow…
Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but those universal late December days rendezvous can’t be thrust off-course.
Primal raw wind howl dissing summer’s distant memory - spotty and erratic though it was.
Deck chair, seat of toil free bliss now cold front recess blob.
Mirage or wishful thinking from a wet weather veteran.
We live in fear of reruns like Ophelia or
2010’s black ice.
Storm Force Brian, Mount Fuji on an airwave shrapnel carrier.
Dormant Loch Ness shadow’s fervent air mass plugging festive tunes.
To fuel dispatch and chimney sweep alike a sacred windfall.
For those who struggle just another inroad on an ever
shrinking pocket.
Yet this annual curtain closer has its grail and saving grace.
Dark art charmer lacing every patch for knee high boot crunch.
Architect of igloo closet ski cap.
Sleigh ride bell upon that maligned feast around our globe (Noel hark the alpine carol)!
Bizarre but only to us frostbite souls aloof from glacial beauty.
Deep freeze spirit canvass may not surface.
Christmas anthems booming over frolic footfall streets adorned by night owls.
Chaser lights that gee up gutted ghost town black spot.
Urban ice rink dome another fantasy or wonderland.
Toy shop stock n trade whose only trade is stock.
Colour coded gadget clutching every cell of window space.
Fashion fodder wizards magic spark a toddler’s glee at every turn.
Boisterous strains of Santa rousing inner reindeers - the sort beloved by children down the ages.
Yuletide decor gift band holly bush spike.
Log tossed on fire, kindling stick incendiary, leaping flame enshrouds smokeless polish.
Punch bowl nasal spice so aptly named rum do!
Skim milk skyline flaunts its snow fleck jewellery aloft.
Stars of astral compass spread their twinkle dash on human garlands.
Winter’s stepwise edging in a whirl plume of slush.
Christmas well and truly has arrived
like all December Days.
(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)
Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich
In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.
Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak
beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly
around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -
a sound that I am sure I’d never hear
if I were on a busy city street.
I stand and walk around. The sound is near.
The feeling that I get is rather sweet
when finally I spot there on the pond
the tiny frog that’s serenading me.
Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond
my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.
Inside a field with flowers everywhere,
I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!
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Like the sun, I sit and explore the view
A sensation, of everything I lust
Feelings I found myself unequal to
Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust
Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock
The sounds return back into the shadows
I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk
Suddenly branches hung like the gallows
In slow motion, with no reason to stray
Facing down, the new founding sound follows
The croak in the water echoes with play
Captivated, by the flies it swallows
A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun
I shall kiss and see if he's the right one
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
balance can be found in the offset
the heavy water jug your posture tilts for
a mirror of the landscape
sparse, endless, lonely
distant from the body
swept up and onwards by the wind
all held together, poised
hoping that's what saves you -
when you want, need, fear your knees will buckle
everything to smash
for it all to lay in p i e c e s
where you decide you'll pick none of it up
never carry that weight again
never return to the place it all
f
e
l
l
never look upon that ground
never feel so tightly held in place again
so tightly bound
as a means of survival
just collapse
and lay still a while
feel the same wind, now as a breeze
feel what you held together ~ unbind
spin on the spot
let your clothing flare
take up space
release.
every.
pent.
up.
emotion.
that.
you.
thought.
needed.
holding.
in.
scream
dance
run
sing
be free from balancing the offset
free from the trek
roll down the hills laughing
smile whilst you
cry-the-whole-thing-out
let it go
stand unburdened
don't carry it any further
you can let it go
Today was the first day I held
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.
There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron,
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.
No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This is an act of refusal
I am choosing childish behavior.
The empty parking lot
execution spot greets
the glass bodied shelf
Which will no longer take
the space of memories it held.
What should be cold and angular
Void of anything aside reflection
is a monument of mourning
a future I shall never know.
Light refracts upon my cones,
my tunneled vision only to show
a mangled miscarriage of the man
I can never grow into with you.
There is a special heaven for dogs
Better than people heaven
Maybe ten times more special
Because no one is more
Empathetic
Compassionate
or
Loving
Than a dog
Do not lose faith my four-legged-friends
The rainbow bridge is a Shangri-La for you
Where you can jump, leap, bark, twirl, and fall into heaps
Being your happiest puppy self.
I know this in my heart, for I have been loved by
these dogs:
Blue, Dot.com, Nova, Spot, Buddy,
Beauty, Pebbles, Baby, Egypt, Squirt,
Barney, Peepers, Jeeves, Queenie,
Brownie, Happy, Go and Lucky
If you do not get rescued in this life, my friends,
you will be rescued in the next one.
Oh, the sins we commit in the name of progress,
Oh, the lives we ruin in the name of progress,
Oh, the backward steps we take in the name of progress,
Oh, the resources we waste in the name of progress,
Oh, the lies we tell in the name of progress.
Will we ever learn that though we can never stay in one spot forever?
We have a full 360 degrees at our disposal,
Automatic gear change,
And Break assist,
Machines that can turn on a dime,
Scale models,
Water testing tanks,
Wind tunnels,
Number cruncher's,
And computers to spew out dire warnings,
Records from past civilisations,
Grandparents,
Resources of all kinds at our fingertips,
Yoga experts.
And minds trained to know better.
on a beautifully blue day like this one
my tempting temptation wins out
the three and a half hours seem like thirty minutes
however when i get there....it's like....'what regrets?'
i take out my new beach chair from the back seat
i grab the latest romance novel that i am reading
i stroll to the beach access
i find......THAT SPOT.....
i plant my new beach chair on the sand
i enjoy until reality and time remind me that this ain't a holiday
when that 'until' comes, i could care less about caring
i am in my element, and i'll be damned if i am not gonna get my enjoyment on
Lord KNOWS i worked my ass off to get here.....
....so here's to LIFE....AHHHHH.....
Location, location, it's all important.
Calling is on and the message is urgent.
Four years early it shows the innocent.
A calculated error that we never intended.
2036 is the year in question.
A pattern was found and marks omission.
A Ten spot turned and changed the lesson.
20/20 minus four is a fuzzy reason.
X marks the spot in a coming season.
400 doors, a Gregorian Liaison.
Watch for the days, because the clear
is hear.On.One.
... to be. continued.
My Friend.
I took two steps forward,
Because I've got (h)our back.
~How can this be? 6000 years old?
or 91 3 3 with a little twist you see, dang cursive.
1955
!
A re you laughing with me?
L @7 rolling around in the digital sea?
O n the grid paper is where I'll be.
H aving a Time and a Life times three. ;)
Form:
(using) profanity
(listening) heavy metal
(voting) Donald Trump
(abstaining) bathing
(acting) boorish
(joining) hate group
(ignoring) other people
(studying) conspiracy theory
(smoking) cigarettes
(feeling) homicidal
(shooting) ducks
(denying) the holocaust
(making) loud noises
(parking) in your spot
(spitting) tobacco
(abusing) cats
(ranting) like Hitler
(drinking) cheap wine
(thinking) delusional
(hating) women
(stealing) anything
(injecting) illegal drugs
(wearing) lingerie
(smelling) offensive
(talking) about you