Long Strands Poems
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Opaque
Self-determination digs the fight,
Between lovers, crevacies and urns,
Sunken to the black scraping the rust,
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.
Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation,
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder,
Catching it biopsies tumours in place of white blood.
The thicket secludes grass stoned with hydroxyl’s waste,
Ethanol spreads upon the phalanges dance severed/nullified,
Blame the THC for dividing dithered marriages gay and adjusted,
Turn tender to jail to lock astronauts for circumferences of the wheel.
Misjudged twist of lily and microchip to coin and defile unveiled strands,
Genome tightened motionless from above, within, gloving the asphyxiation,
Dynamo’s nuclear reads sex for perceptive muscular drive on cognitive motion,
Love instantly slides effaced towards the hidden silent convict skimming goons lit.
Only mutism can endanger an incognito identity ravished by blood pulsing to move,
Riled by race relations, sexism, LBGT, second kid jibed with vibes stretching at ozone,
Simple religion does not contradict form structures so abstract by set and void god retract,
Hell includes chemistry’s contingents upon matter bleak and lynched of a glance empathetic.
Rhoda Monihan
Through the brambles of the arbor's vine,
an artist has spinned some silver lace
This net was cradled over leaves
slung low, and wet with dew.
Evidence was left in place,
a hammock swings as if on cue
Crocheted with skill and flair
to glisten in the sun
Breeze trembles every curl and lair
and takes the breath from you
Light fondles strands of pearls it wears
as the spider rests, .. to view.
While the agile trace of light declines,
the fragile morning soon unwinds
and wears a lace of new design
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2/25/16
Time in ebony night stops to flow in aloneness undefined,
where infinite pathos in the congealed instants wanders
on the shadows of the past, void perception in seclusion,
gets shaped by strata of darkness, framed in psychic canvas.
The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that my sky starts to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since the beginning of my time lost in the crypt of isolation.
The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon
like the timed rainbow melting upon the sinking skyline,
where the silhouette darkness dances with the flowing night.
Sonorous sound of silence echoing ethereally in night sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
on the bejeweled crown the amorous ambiance adorns,
as the moonbeam strands weave dulcet dream of you for me.
Each stardust-sequined silent night I wait awake alone
for you to emerge lively out of my dream like an angel,
walk through the pining corridor of my craving mind,
as I let my thoughts drift in the emptiness of night’s silence.
I shoulda seen it coming, but blind I was with love
Had I been cautious, I could have given it a shove
* * * * *
Once there was vernal sunshine all around
With plants and blooms in color and scent abound
Butterflies from here and there and all corners unseen
Flitted back and forth before my eyes in colorful sheen
Birds sang tuneful songs of contentment
Squirrels and bunnies hopped in spirits buoyant
But all along now I see trees, leafless and bare
Nakedly shivering in winter’s chilly air
Even when the Earth adorns in full glory
Here I bide alone, so dull and dreary
Oh! Dear! Why did you so callously leave me?
After making me slosh in the sea of delight in rising glee?
Once, we walked the meadows, gathering spring flowers
There was a time we roamed aimless through ocean strands
Mischievously watching life’s ceaseless ebb and flow
And waiting eager to grab life’s evanescent glow
Once we danced to the rising and lilting measure
Each synchronized step, we took with such pleasure
Oh! I hear from far, your anklets rhyme and chime
They ring in my ears creating waves of pain all through time
I had dreamt that our love would one day reach fruition
And never will our rock of friendship suffer any erosion
But as you slowly started growing more and more silent
I should have seen it as your indifference made blatant
Instead, I thought you were annoyed for some other reason
And for long continued to pour on you my boundless passion
Had I seen earlier the cold creeping into our romantic friendship
I wouldn’t been so hurt and all at once could cut our relationship
Feb.1.2023
I Shoulda Seen it Comin’ Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
Middle age men, look in this clear mirror
and spot those gray strands of hair:
they may seem ugly, but they bring wisdom;
look again, you are still vibrant,
and accomplish more than those who won't dare:
tell them to live as you have...
Lines on these foreheads are the furrows that
make us so conscious of our existence,
and death is not far from life's painful truth;
we think of the future as a time yet to come,
but we live it this very moment...not realizing it:
and with spirit and courage, we race to stay alive...
Each year another gray hair is added to our increasing age;
can we accept mortality, and not reject discontent and rage?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A bundle of joy she had arrived as a treasure
with the dulcet deep eyes that sparkled like star.
Rocking in our arms she held softly our fingers,
down the years her silken touch lingered.
In the scenic sky we showed her the scarlet sunset
when the flock of birds flew back to the nest.
The fairy tales she heard from us before she slept,
took us to our childhood, made us the ones like her.
We built a close-knit nest, hoped to be together forever,
kept it warm in the dreary days of frost and cold,
No storm of strife could ever blow it away,
for we made it secure with twigs of love.
She grew up under our caring wings of affection,
learned how to face life in her chosen way.
The process was a source of parental pleasure,
lasting till her adulthood time when she flew away.
The unique bond is now the live strands of memory
we keep to bind the feathers she left in the empty nest,
where we weave the tapestry of the everlasting dream,
we crave to see unbroken till the end of our time.
____________
May 4, 2023
Contest : Empty Nest
Sponsored by : Cooper Etheridge
I hear the squelch of sorrow nearing me once again,
pummelling with the purple pulsation in the frail vein.
Sadness encloses the mind-soul-body trinity,
the sound of its footfall trails the echo of eternity.
In the dwindling day at the edge of tarnished twilight,
the halcyon horizon sighs in air of demolished delight.
As the sunset colors spin the astral strands thin,
the formless fleet of cloud in breeze turns to violin.
After the sky-scan it’s time for my bird to return
to the nest, and ride the radiant rays it fails to yearn.
It glides my heart on the outspread worn out wings
over the cadenced clouds of the sonorous strings.
At the edge of tinged dusk after the flight of the day,
the crimson sun sips the sea before slipping away,
and dissolves its colors in the water tossing weary,
gloom from horizon to the wet shore tides of tears carry.
With sparkling streaks the waves rise and fall sadly,
after they break the pearls from moist eyes roll calmly.
Quiet empathy arms of still embrace they fling,
the violin tune of sunset melody in the air I hear ring.
Our locked lips interweave with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song of silence the stars write.
Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart,
transforms the tenor of music for the requiem to start.
When beyond the broken sky the nightingale flies away,
from the whispering debris arises the aria of dismay,
as the shards of my shattered heart get strewn
in the torrent of tears on violin strings resonating sad tune.
A blithe jaunt through the fawning meadow
Cerebral dance an eloping trance doth swallow
Glinting sun shrouds head with cherubic halo
Swirling amber blades my shorn ankles furrow
Mercurial melange of colorful flowers footsteps shadow
Chortling wind serenades through lisping willow
A chorus of song birds the woody fringes mellow
Suddenly, from green coiffed strands into barren fields
fallow
Bristling thorns, spiny thistles each footstep doth
harrow
Melodic aviary morphs into a shrieking cacophonous
bellow
Soothing breeze warps; its shrill noose exposed neck
gallows
Day's enchanting dream a recurring nightmare doth
follow
Enraptured circuits fade into shrunken recesses of
bleary hollow
Gilded streams of light a dark, vapid hole doth borrow
The enameled threads of nature my tortured conscience
doth sallow
The antediluvian dreamscape a charade to shield
tomorrows
The apocalyptic horror scope to sculpt past sorrows
September 24, 2012
I ride the bus...
Tilt a bit, balance-
ponder later. Yolk yellow
and sky blue, chalk
grey paint. Steel
rectangles; winding parallel
lines. Circles- Eternal.
Toothed horizons-
golden rose shaped sunset
tauten, its nectar
steeps; blushes. Inks gnarled
columns of trees, dusky, their
limbs webbed crosses
open to royal skies like
birthing petals, feathery
in twilight of Spring.
I drive a car...
Hyroid barriers.
Knavery fears. Strands cut like
shards. Glittering. Seamless.
Oily image-
tints of bereavement- becloud-
diabolus gullet. Shock.
Cruer pissades through
sea blue veins, weaving its course
through the body. Left
turn, straight. Right turn. Stop.
Rotary-circus. Yield. Go.
Emblazen. Exit.
Sunlight through drops
shaking off of Summer green
canopies-Diamonds-
imortally. Eve,
Adam. Male, female- supreme.
Insanity. Gods.
Brilliancy from
inception of star clusters.
Time-worn. Creator.
It's me my wife and Christ
Bonded together three as one always
If I were married today there'd be too chords and one that I would praise
INTERTWINED so divine three would be as one for this I say
The times of marriage are serious it's a big decision in life
To have a husband to have a wife
a covenant bent first on Earth and then in heaven grist
Freedom making decisions bonded together entering into a forever relationship
A man and a wife tethered to the cord of Christ heartstrings become a strong
The lifeline I want my spirit to be United in marriage and Faith
And in the love of the Lord our God for two are better than one
And three are divine when you include Jesus Christ
For falling alone my friend can't help me up
And pity the one who's alone and has no one to help him up
But a cord of three strands is not quickly broken
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Ecclesiastics 4:09 10, 12