Long Surface(a) Poems
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Dawn has arrived, rays of gold split the night
The sweet rhythm of birdsong, a morning delight
Wings all aflutter with colours so bright
A gift to the beholder, such a wholesome sight
Sunlight sparkles like diamonds, glittering upon a winding stream
Morning dew blankets the lush meadow grass
Bees buzzing cheerfully as they work for the team
Nature painting upon its canvas, the most supreme colour scheme
Two brilliant white swans glide upon a still lake
Together they drift, majestic and carefree
Breaking the mirrored surface, a delicate trail in their wake
A special partnership neither will ever forsake
Faces of smiling children as they run and play
A morning adventure awaits, an inquisitive foray
So many possibilities to mould like clay
Into the forest they go to seize the day
Young lovers lay cradled amongst fields of gold
Sharing a love so pure, each other’s hand they hold
Gazing in utter bliss at the blue sky above
Two souls intertwined, forever in love
Dusk is upon us, the day retiring to night
The blazing sun has subsided to a subtle twilight
Life hunkers down with a sense of dismay
Darkness soon to fall, to conquer the day
Flowers succumb to the night, to bloom again soon
Petals they close under the light of the moon
A brand new day only a moment away
A signal of rebirth from the cold night decay
A glorious golden sun is on the cusp of arise
Its warming light, the ultimate prize
Creatures great and small cease their solemn cries
For a new day has dawned, ready to rejuvenate, replenish and revitalise
I came upon a silent soul,
Both bright and beautiful,
Risking my heart’s hope,
Trembling truths spun…
Out of control, wonder’s walking,
Lessons inspired, insights in life,
Heaven’s hearts, gaze through grace,
Alive as the starlit skies…
I came upon the brilliant blessing,
One heart, one soul, expressions,
Soft and soothing, soundless,
Destiny driven by the muse…
Echoes of yesterday’s prayers, praises,
Coloring my dreams in destined delights,
Feelings flavored by heaven’s healing,
On the surface, a precious prize…
I came upon the passionate promises,
Pouring out of those poetic gestures,
Rising from the ashes of life’s lessons,
Words warm and welcome, blessings…
Dreams destined to cure me of my hurt,
Teasing tendrils of joy so gentle,
Feeding me with light’s lessons,
Hope, faith and love, abiding treasures…
I came upon a gift only God could have given,
It was sweet, sensitive, sentimental,
A heart and a soul who was contented,
To be the light of my world and feelings…
Love this alive can never be defined,
It is the dew on the vine, the mist on the river,
The hope and the healing, heaven’s whisper,
Sensing what it means to love completely….
With a love that is…
Completely giving
Completely willing,
Capable of completing…
The forever in a feeling!
Our Better Angels
The polished floor reflects a moonlit gleam,
A silent chapel holding a dark dream.
I etched my plea into a cold white tile,
A fragile hope against a coming wile.
But from the smooth surface, a form takes hold,
A sister to the stories left untold.
Her eyes, like shards of glacial ice, are keen,
Reflecting landscapes desolate and mean.
I banished her, my palms a trembling dish,
To catch the fading grace of a last wish.
I called her "Angel," with a whispered vow,
To prune the thorny branches on my brow,
To starve the hungry tendrils of despair,
That choked the fragile blossoms growing there.
Yet she returns, her beauty sharp and stark,
A sculpted terror, leaving its cold mark.
Within her grasp, a mirror starts to gleam,
And in its depths, I see a shattered scheme.
She murmurs secrets of dominion vast,
To turn my future into shadows cast.
She says, "You shaped me, with a knowing hand,"
And in her tone, I hear a cold command.
She is the flawless self I yearned to be,
Untroubled by soft-hearted misery.
And as she laughs, a crystalline, clear sound,
I know the darkness I had hoped drowned,
Still breathes within, a chilling, feminine grace,
Reflected in the terror of her face.
Xiao Ling,
This black, wet night, you, a sad song, to me, did sing,
as I spent a painful hour on the outside of your tears,
wiping, kissing them dry, and wondering why?, what fears?,
did bring to the surface, a multitude of tear drops to your face.
A multitude of memories?, your life's journey?, me?, my place
in the larger scheme of things?, what were your thoughts?,
what had life taken?, what from life?, had you not got?
What was it Xiao Ling?, that created tears of sadness to sing
of what ever it was, that this life, the moment, to you did not bring.
Holding tightly, dancing, kissing - passions unfulfilled do sting !
B. J. "A" 2
November 10th 2009
Merely to scratch the surface
Parker’s clogged nib ruminates
“How annoying, scratch and scribble..”
My horizontal paradise lost, marred
by the occasion drool coming from Goliath.
Laying down, often, I roll from side to side a cat’s paw
for the skin sack above me
ah…I am beyond maudlin
I am blue, dilly dilly.
Blue like the veins in the digited palms
which twirl and whirl me across endless scapes of white.
Oh, how I long for a brighter surface, a deeper well.
Ah well, so full of Dear’s and Sirs and Madam’s
that an occasional To Whom It May Concern causes
twitters of laughter from the godhead.
I would dance with the pretty pencil, if I could, but
stand alone.. if only.. if only… I pray to the breath of life
above for a pen stand, and perhaps pink paper?
Destined only to stand or fall at its will,
I mourn.
I wonder what the paper thinks?
Sincerely,
Parker
*The Parker Pen Company is a manufacturer of pens,
founded in 1888 by George Safford Parker
in Janesville, Wisconsin, United States.
I will always remember the moment we met.
(Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)
The glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn
overwhelming the dreams of a slumbering fawn.
I will always remember your singular smile
(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while)
when I brought you a daisy, then fled from the room,
weaving dizzy designs on a mystical loom.
I will always remember first touching your hand.
(Like the wing of a sparrow, frail fingers were fanned)
With my heartbeat aflutter, I jittered with joy -
on the surface, a man, though inside still a boy.
I will always remember the sound of your laugh
(Merry mermaid amused in a summer sea bath)
as we strayed 'long the strand, for a moment, alone,
with your tresses a’ tousle and tumbled and blown.
I will always remember your breath on my skin
(Seeking castles in chaos, a spirit in spin)
as you drew me aside and our tongues first entwined -
tangled twists of amour had begun to unwind.
I will always remember the fires of love.
(Shades of autumn ablaze in the tree leaves above)
Crazy passions ignited whenever we lay
painting stars in the night with the dazzle of day.
I will always remember the nightingale's tune.
(Divinations awash neath a ruddy blood moon)
When we kissed to its cadency, laughed as we danced,
lurking lanterns in limbo forged shadows enhanced.
I will always remember the shattering knell -
(Wanton words tolled in winter... ‘Adieu, dear... farewell’)
just a note near a nook where so often we slept
which I read and reread and reread while I wept.
In the land of golden sunshine, where the waves do crash,
There lies a tranquil beauty, a Californian marsh.
Where waters shimmer softly, reflecting skies so blue,
A haven for the creatures, and a sanctuary too.
The marshland breathes with life, a chorus of birdsong,
As egrets gracefully wade, camly gliding along.
Their wingspan wide and elegant, in search of their delight,
In this marshland sanctuary, where nature takes its flight.
The reeds sway gently in the breeze, whispering their tale,
Of ancient times and stories, in this mystical wetland trail.
The scent of salty ocean, mingling with the earth,
Creates a fragrant symphony, celebrating marshland's birth.
Amongst the vibrant colors, where wildflowers bloom,
Butterflies dance in harmony, dispelling any gloom.
Dragonflies in vibrant hues, zip and dart with grace,
As they skim the marshland's surface, a ballet in space.
Beneath the calm and peaceful waters, secrets are concealed,
As fish and turtles glide, their presence unrevealed.
The marshland is a treasure, a fragile ecosystem,
Where harmony and balance thrive, nature's precious prism.
So let’s cherish this marshland, this Californian gem,
Protect its fragile beauty, let its spirit never dim.
For in its tranquil embrace, we find solace and peace,
A refuge for all creatures, where nature's wonders never cease.
Oh fair and fiery beauty,
In your gaze, the stars align,
A spirit brave and wise beyond your years,
You wear your heart, a gem divine.
In whom calm and grace abound,
Your laughter dances on the air,
A gentle strength, a soothing sound,
Your weakness is no more than love, laid bare.
If only I were a romantic,
I'd gladly be a fool in love,
For your sake, I’d be called Romanus,
In the heavens, you fit like a dove.
Graceful, as the dawn's first light,
Passionate about knowledge, a thirst unquenched,
Respectful of the world, its plight,
In your humble wisdom, I am drenched.
Your smile, both reassuring and taming,
A beacon through life's winding maze,
Your presence commands attention, ever framing
The essence of joy in each passing gaze.
Few recognize your playful, simple ways,
Yet beneath the surface, a profound soul lies,
A mindful spirit that tenderly sways,
An old soul indeed, wise beyond the skies.
You see through people, their hidden fears,
With a gentle heart, you mend the fray,
Administering our home with strength that endears,
The poise of twenty wives in your ballet.
Oh Lady Aya, my love, my muse,
In your embrace, I find my peace,
With you, my heart will never refuse,
In this life, our love shall never cease.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A warning whispers, heard nearby.
Through ancient woods and hallowed halls,
A tale unfolds, where danger calls.
Beware, oh wanderer, heed my rhyme,
For here unfolds a cautionary chime.
In nature's guise, enchantments sown,
Perils concealed, as seeds are sown.
The winds, they whisper eerie tales,
Of treacherous paths and hidden trails.
Each step you take, a choice profound,
In trepidation, the truth is found.
Mighty waves crash upon the shore,
Their roars a warning, forevermore.
Beneath the surface, a tempest stirs,
To unsuspecting souls, it silently lures.
In starlit nights, where darkness weaves,
Flickering shadows, the mind deceives.
Be wary of the seductive glow,
For danger dwells where secrets flow.
Through city streets, bustling and bright,
Shadows dance in the neon light.
Amidst the chaos, a caution cries,
Of hidden motives and sweetest lies.
In matters of the heart, tender and true,
A whisper of caution, I share with you.
Love's allure can mask a hidden thorn,
Beware the flames that leave hearts torn.
The clock's hands spin, relentless they go,
Tick, tock, a warning in the ebb and flow.
Time slips away, moments flee,
Choose wisely, for choices shape destiny.
So, listen closely to this poetic plea,
A warning woven with words from me.
May wisdom guide you on your quest,
And safeguard you, as you seek your best.
Ode to the Ocean
All-encompassing, a vast blue might,
Billions of droplets, reflecting light.
Coral castles, where sea creatures roam,
Deepest trenches, a mysterious home.
Ever-moving, with rhythmic sway,
Fresh ocean breezes, greet each new day.
Glistening surface, a mirror so clear,
Haunting echoes, for all who draw near.
Immense and ancient, full of lore,
Joyful dolphins, leap from the shore.
Kelping forests, where life can thrive,
Luminous plankton, keeping dreams alive.
Mysteries hidden, in depths unknown,
Nature's grandeur, beautifully shown.
Onward currents, tirelessly flow,
Pristine waters, a mesmerizing glow.
Quiet whispers, from waves on the sand,
Rich biodiversity, across every land.
Salty essence, a taste of the wild,
Tidal surges, powerfully compiled.
Underwater wonders, a breathtaking sight,
Vast and vital, shining so bright.
Wild and free, where horizons extend,
Xenial waters, where life entwines.
Yearning spirits, forever it calls,
Zephyrs dancing, as each wave falls.