Long Surprises Poems
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Oh, Dagda, shine the light--
Give the light, bring the light!
Oh, Brigid, tend the fire--
Blaze my path, inspire my art!
Tend the hearth through darkness--
Through the Cosmos, through the night.
I call upon the Celts; oh, faeries--
Call upon Lugh tonight!
Oh, Lugh, with skies so bright--
Golden skies, resplendent light!
Morrigan, with your wisdom--
Wisdom deep, a wisdom prism!
Dagda guides me through the forests--
Through the glen, through the storm!
He leads me home to Ireland--
Take me home; lead me to higher land!
Sing, Celtic Pantheon, sing--
Sing in the Oak Grove, sing!
Ring around the trees, singing freely,
Sing with the Faeries singing deeply!
Bring Brigid; dance with Dagda--
Dance with lofty Lugh, dance with Morrigan!
Faeries are near; Dagda reigns--
He reigns on high, reigns in the Celtic domain!
Dagda, Green Man of the forest--
Immense floral forest, the mysterious guest!
Brigid, Keeper of the light--
Flame eternal, heart and hearth alive!
Fill our cups with water--
Flowing water, free-flowing laughter!
Let our hands weave corn husk dolls--
Sweet corn dolls, corn husk absolves.
Morrigan, our elder queen--
Watching our squabbles, watching near.
Guiding quarrels, bringing peace--
Guide us on, guide us on the streets!
Oh, sing, Celts, sing!
Sing in the broom closet, sing!
Sing to the ocean's roar, sing!
Sing to the infinite Springtime, sing!
Dance, flowery Faeries, dance!
Dance, earthen Elves, dance!
The disguised Pantheon rises--
While Dagda advises us with lifetime surprises!
Carefree days and endless nights
Great surprises and delights
Dreaming of my future goals
And what story will told
Watching stars on favorite shows
Wishing that I had a role
Reading books on faraway lands
And envisioning my plans
What would my destiny entail
Will my fortune be derailed
Will I achieve enormous heights
Will my visions work out right
Will I live in exotic places
And hob-nob with the famous faces
Will I have a great career
And have loved ones that are near
In my mind I’ve painted stories
Of cherished dreams and splendid glory
Will my wishes then arise
And appear before my eyes
If I use my imagination
And dismiss my limitations
I’ll achieve my coveted goal
And my future will unfold
As the sun sets and the moon rises,
hearts are filled with love and fire.
The night is sure to be full of surprises;
bodies teeming with passion and desire.
Hearts are filled with love and fire
as the couple makes their way upstairs.
Bodies teeming with passion and desire;
hoping to create a memory that’s theirs.
As the couple makes their way upstairs
intent on fulfilling the urgent call;
hoping to create a memory that’s theirs,
a stirring is heard from down the hall.
Intent on fulfilling the urgent call;
hoping to allow desires to conclude;
a stirring is heard from down the hall;
the baby’s cry interrupts the mood.
Hoping to allow desires to conclude,
the night is sure to be full of surprises;
the baby’s cry interrupts the mood
as the sun sets and the moon rises.
October 5, 2017
A nticipation ruins the fun of surprises
B etter to wait for destiny to run its course
C ast your eyes on the platter of life's flavors before you
D ecide to taste and savor first, not feast ravenously.
E xhilaration comes when you spread your wings
F ly free like an eagle, soar into the blue yonder
G rab a fistful of clouds into your dreams
H appy thoughts too, to replace drab moments.
I n a world where mixed emotions can tint rainbow colors
J oys become diluted by unfulfilled promises
K illing you softly, relentless and intimidating
L ight and shadow a fantasy play under a grey sky.
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Your heart is kind, so amazing
A blessing, inside… my soul is praising
You’re a piece of the life, God gave
A life full of purpose, a chance so brave
Your soul is faithful, such sacrifice
A sweet smelling joy, heavenly spice
You’re a miracle of grace, God’s light
A murmur of love that feels so very right
Your story comes alive as dawn rises
A blessing of pure wonder always surprises
You’re a healing of the heaviest heart
A music poured out, a song that won’t depart
Your tenderness is like a breath of hope
A sweet ember of encouragement so I can cope
You’re a friend who is worthy of each honor
A promise that tells me all my fear is a goner
Your natural ability is to always inspire
A sincerity that reassures my wildest desire
You’re more than a blessing, I can’t describe
A blessing that is just what Jesus did prescribe
When I first met you, I didn’t realize
How your light could be brighter than sunrise
Now I know that you’re more than a friend
You’re assurance that my gratitude will never end!
Thank you, my friend – for all you’ve been
I’ve loved you since our friendship did first begin
The bonfire warms me at first, but swiftly turns from nurturing and loving
to raging, and venomously hungry. She is giving off a vicious, angry vibe in seconds.
From gentle to formidable. I watch her moods change as swiftly as her colors.
She makes loud, popping, cracking noises. I watch boxes implode into her, she smiles, feeling her power.
I move my chair back a bit, as her heat is reaching farther with each pop and crack.
She changes her clothing rapidly; from orange to black, to grey, to orange-black, and grey again.
I pile on extra wood and cardboard, and her seductive dance begins anew. She is swaying and
sashaying with the pops and the cracks. She dances high now, leaping, popping. I feed her another branch.
Her thickest logs are starting to smoke on the ends. This surprises me, I did not think she could develop
so quickly.
Fire always surprises me. Never the same, always her own unique dances.
She is falling into herself now, quiet-like and docile. Her raging appears to be over.
She is settling into her gray basement.
I throw a few pieces of cardboard on her, and she darts forth like a rocket, with pure joy, bright orange.
The dance begins again.
My pyromania heart is satisfied at last when we see her creeping stealthily out of her confined fire pit, sneaking toward a pile of leaves, understanding her intention to set the entire forest ablaze.
My thinking brain goes after her with a rake, before my pyromania heart realizes what has happened.
Because pyro loves fire.
Everything in life has a purpose
From a single atom to a flying bee.
Even the leaves that hang onto trees.
The elements of life are meant to be.
Life is full of surprises
But not all surprises are exciting.
Lose a friend or family
When you least expect it.
Provokes you to make adjustments,
When you least expect it.
Perhaps you had an upsetting week,
And the sparkle in your eye has passed by.
The time to plan has eluded you
Drop everything and start again,
It's vital that you have a plan.
The events of life are erratic
So, every moment has got to matter.
Don’t focus on your mistakes
Move on and control your pace.
Make the most of every day.
When you love someone.
When you love someone, they possess your whole mind
they're in control of your entire body, soul and time.
When you love someone, their absence is cruel torture
dark shadows of solitude follow their brisk departure.
When you love someone, your darkness turns to light
their moonlight brightens even your blackest night.
When you love someone, you love their imperfections
idiosyncrasies, irritations melt under love's reflection.
When you love someone, it's complete and forever
time seems to stand still, whenever you're together.
When you love someone, you always put them first
living altruistically, allowing love's illusion to burst.
When you love someone, their smile mesmerizes
supplanting desperation with hopeful surprises.
When you love someone, your whole life changes
disillusion cedes to hope, your mind, it rearranges.
When you love someone, you feel totally complete
desires satiated with pleasurable emotions replete.
John Derek Hamilton
December 15, 2015
Essence of wealth
Inheritance health
Jealousy divine
Life changes
Rearrange of financial eyes
Hidden and full of surprises
Murder on the mind
Thought of inheritance
Wealthy promise
The rage
Death will come to one
Elegant party
Drinks and dancing all around
Conversations flow
Suddenly a fall then death
Pronounced Dead
Poison found in the drink
That sip
Situation now a circumstance
Mystery Murderer
The outcome will turn into clues
The murderer wants to redirect and bring uncertainty to confuse
Who done it will satisfy defuse
The Murderer was hidden in the back without being seen
Poison was poured into the inheritance glass without being detected
The Murderer wanted to make sure the death came quick
What the Murderer forgot gloves were worn
However, there was a thump print from the glove on the glass
It matched the actual print of the murderer
In fact, the murderer is wearing at that moment the same glove
Alibi after alibi formulated
The clues found the Murderer guilty of all counts
Police rushed in from being summoned prior
The Murderer questioned and testified to the crime
The inheritance should have been the Murderer since they were written out of the WILL
If the Murderer couldn’t get the Fortune, no one will
Later, arrested on the spot
Murder uncovered
Poet Murder wrote that was encountered
I hear you mumble as the bees buzz around the garden
Slurping sweet nectar
The rosebud’s abundant fragrance
Hangs thick in the moist sticky air
The scent wriggles its way into my nose
The effect surprises a giggle from my throat
You pause and I realize the conversation
Must be too serious for such a flippant reply
I attempt to hush my inner musings
But giggles can be tenacious
Particularly when being suppressed
Causing the giggles to become a roar
You stare at me thinking
I’ve finally flown over the cuckoo’s nest
Which turns my laughter into unrefined snorts
I slowly waft back to earth
Joyful tears slipping down my cheek
The silence hovering in the space
Between us
Please, I quietly beg, see me
The conversation resumes as I concentrate on the buzzing bees
10/15/2021
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