Long Sunset Poems
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The feathered days of youth grow wings to fly
To glide and soar through every weathered storm
Find Horizon's farthest point in the sky
Chase rainbow's bend where all its colors form
When all these solemn days have come and gone
And all their dreams you followed have been spent
You'll seek a peaceful beauty, rest at dawn
And lay beneath a sunset with content
Think of life that flows between light and dark
And glowing colors that filled rainbow's bend
You'll trace tender renderings of life's arc
With worn and fragile feathers pointed end
As you come to rest where Horizon's glow
You'll find a memory from long ago
8/27/17
Rage from the South that spread nationwide
It was the chant for Civil Rights
Names that come to mine are Dr. Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Medgar Wiley Evers and many others
Freedom Riders in their ride for justice as well
This is the exploration back into Civil Rights Memories
The 1960’s was the march in distances for all races and the block of obstruction
Maneuver Brothers and Sisters as we have a mission at hand
Rise up and stir up the need for Civil Rights
Voting rights can’t be a plot to endanger
Togetherness apart won’t accept
It is for good reason to rebel
Good Trouble from Congressmen John Lewis eyes
Spreading the word out to the world in acknowledge
Voice of anguished reason through Dr. Martin Luther King
“We must breakdown the barriers that’s holding the nation hostage as we must make Freedom ring”
Washington, DC, the main focus and center point to carry out the Civil Rights task in voices being heard
Civil Rights must be strong as a solid Mountain
With Faith, Mountains get be moved into victory
Together we must all stand
Civil Rights the ultimate demand
Dr. King was our “Mission Control” and our Leader in keep fighting and don’t stop until victory has won
Dr. Kings efforts was to unite the nation
Civil Rights being reality
I am a product of CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
I stand before you
The motto was, “Never be silent and speak out on injustice”
Civil Rights educated
Dr. Martin Luther King achieved in the Civil Rights movement, but in 2026, the powers that be want to abolish it out
Unconstitutional theory on the minds of Washington, DC
It’s not over until the final chapter of Civil Rights Solvency is completed
From the Mountains to the valleys below extending across the country from major cities after major cities to the fields of the nation, and keep the fire hot and holding steady in fierce in keeping Civil Rights alive for years to come
Dr. King’s dream cannot go in vain
Freedom through Civil Rights must take aim at precise and determination
That’s your motivation
Brothers and Sisters, we all have been called in continuing the Dr. King agenda
We must come together in unity in which was were created with the mission at hand
We will overcome no doubt, and our sunrise and sunset will be our walk on into journey on
Rise up.
Spectacular- acrostic
Stunning sky had a thrilling effect,
Prominently painted by dramatic sunset.
Elegant aura of dusk seen at horizon,
Could see fiery flames of passion wisen.
To a poet's pen and to a mind's vision,
Anticipating reader's thoughtful precision,
Creator with man was at His best array,
Unfolding intellect and imaginative display,
Last vows kept were like a subtle miracle,
Adding mettle to heart and face all debacle,
Remarkable viewing with nature's spectacle.
Written Jan 19th, 2016
For contest by John Hamilton
Awarded 3rd place win
Entered for "contest 206 any form" by Brian Strand
fragile wings, feelings breath
dusty dreams continue to abide
on the trembling, consoling, complexity
arising above the asphalt’s grief,
life in echoes of a light, falling gentle
against the backdrop of heat, rain,
wind and seascape memories, satin
robins, wrens bathed in whispers of laughter,
soothing away the moments before a heavy sun,
broken into lessons, who abide on the mourning
dawn’s quiet touch, healing,
hastening through the moments, isolated
like a dandelion seed, blowing across
the still, clear dreams of a prayer,
faded into the shocking heat,
summer’s dream, haunting, bleeding
with the hope of fighting back from the night,
where the stars glisten, glowing
like a diamond’s quivering sparkle,
reflecting all the moments, chilling moments
pale against the moon, where laughing
silence shadows the darkness,
still as the breath, rich as the orchid,
swaying, dancing, hypnotizing
leaning into the moments, melancholic
trembling, risking the quiet
to free the light, simple, wispy
as the feather speaks of a story untold,
a story meant for the emptiness
a page of desolation, void, futile
lasting, even amid the bustle of epiphanies,
realized by the autumn’s mood,
the sunset, too soon, on a narrow truth.
I don't have my camera,
so I intend to just paint
a picture of the most glorious scene,
which is appearing in front of my eyes.
My canvas - a dog-eared notebook and pen.
Twilight’s beginning to fall,
I observe the changing sky
as the sun dips below the horizon.
Rich swirls of marmalade and tangerine,
that could have been applied by Monet’s brush.
I am mesmerised by a
murmeration of starlings;
their aerial acrobatics enthrall.
It’s a stunning sight, and I can hear loud
rustling of frantic flapping wings in flight.
Thousands of birds, all searching
for space to settle tonight.
The flock moves about like graceful dancers,
twirling and swirling in darkening skies,
until they swoop as one, to rest tired wings.
Mother Nature at her best,
yes, it’s a wonderful world.
~I Am So Thankful To God~
(Rhyming Couplet)
I am so thankful to God for everything
For all the breaks and all that for me sing
I am so thankful for the sunrise every morn
And for all the beauty of every sunset that's born
I am so thankful to God for all the love I can feel
And for providing me with a family and what's real
I am so thankful for everyday that we're together and that we live
And for teaching me in His Holy Word how to love pray and to forgive
I'm so thankful for all the loved ones who are far and by my side
And for His Holy Book that is in life my only true spiritual guide
I am so thankful to God for all, all the present future and the past
And for all His Unconditional Love that for all eternity will surely last
I'm so thankful to God for all His forgiveness and all His caring
And for standing by me with all His blessings through anything
As I make it thru this life the best I can all through everything
I'm so thankful to God for all His Salvation and all His blessings.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
September.15.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Thank you for reading!
The Sunset..........
The sun dips into the shore,
as if the earth swallows up the sun,
I am standing on the beach,
thinking of you, seeing you,
wanting you and needing you,
As the waves hit the beach,
and the tide rolls in,
the night becomes cooler,
My skin and body become chilled
and then it comes over me,
the loneliness, the emptiness, the emotions
and I remember all too well the day
you died in my arms and left me.
I feel the tears fall from my eyes,
as the sun disappears into the earth,
realizing you will never feel my love again.
I feel your presence
I feel as if you are behind me
I hear your voice-and i feel your love
My whole body is warm again
I feel your arms engulf my body and soul,
I smile as i see the heavens open up above
glowing with your picture in me.
I hear the waves slapping against the beach
you talking to me and communicating with my soul.
I live day to day knowing that
you are always with me.
When i am cold, you will warm me,
when i feel unloved, you will be there to hold me,
when i feel despair you are like the sun when it rises,
showing to all that hope is alive and
it begins with a new day and a new beginning..........
Here I trudge through sludge and grime
A lowly being of present time
Inhaling air putrid and vile
Watching as trees climb to awesome heights
To breathe fresh air high up in the skies.
Sturdy tree trunks stand aloft
Roots buried deep in murky soil
Algae clinging in gruesome slime
vines twisted tightly to survive
winging their way to distant heights
Even birds soar to awesome heights
to strafe the calm and cloudless skies
Or settle on treetops in sunset bright
Singing their songs of sheer delight
While I simmer below wishing I could fly
Were I a tree to climb to heights
I’d breathe the air that blows on high
Or scale a vine then twist and slide
And touch all creatures passing by
Perhaps one day I too will reach the sky
I’ll extend my arms across trees tops
Breathe fresh air then stretch and smile
Never again will you hear me cry
Nor listen to my constant whine.
As my eyes reflect the purest of light.
I stood alone waiting for the splendor,
gazing west at the appointed hour,
watching the great orb
behind distant clouds,
moving at its own pace, marking its own time.
When I arrived, gray was the color
at horizon's line,
where water and atmosphere kiss.
The ocean reflecting off its salty surface,
nature's mirror, about to be placed
in sunset's drawer,
made horizon's line fuzzy.
Minute by minute color shifted.
Imperceptible change of warmer
color brought cooler air
to the growing crowd around me.
A silent battle of night and day
raged before my eyes,
each seeking dominance.
And then day's blood slowly
turned the sky to pale pink.
Night's victory was applauded
by the large gathering,
as gray slowly succumbed--
replaced by brilliant red.
Moments later day's free-flowing
blood lost its splendor.
Its life waned,
with ever deeper shades.
Darkness traveled quickly from
the east covering the sea,
overtaking me,
while another day breathed its last.
I returned to my car with the others,
mourning the loss of a friend,
a day I would never see again.
For the next three poems I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since these are old poems that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but the last of the three is more my slant towards Robert Creeley.
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A tropical sunset, wallpapered, eleven by fourteen,
Stares at my daily awakenings;
The sun, like a sleepless eye on the verge of closing
Can never blink,
But once cried a salty foreground sea.
Beyond the wall, deep in the horizon,
Hemidemisemiquaver rain, in four/four time,
Fills potholes with puddles,
And not knowing when to stop,
Makes lakes for romantic rowboating couples.
But in the dark night, frogs grate,
Sounding like a carpenter
Rasping an almost finished frame
That will border contorted perceptibilities
Or images in placid pastel.
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