Long Suspends Poems
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Inspired by the 2024 U.S. "Cosmic Cliffs" stamp (Scott #5828), featuring a James Webb Space Telescope image of the Carina Nebula.
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Grains of time d i s s o l v i n g into umber skin.
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A midnight-blue tide, sealed by the tinted side of m n
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Yearns to edge closer, to caress her ankles ~
For the ocean itself is enamoured by her magnetic pull.
Smouldering warmth envelops her ~ sharp as volcanic glass,
Caught between waves and e r u p t i n g sea beds,
Bringing forth hidden treasures; from chaos, brilliance arises.
Constellations f a l t e r beneath her gaze,
Stardust suspends mid-spiral to listen for her honeyed voice.
She is carved from molten hymns and the clay of restless ancestors.
She roams like a myth through the plane of existence,
Every besieged f o o t p r i n t leaves the earth a little more awoken.
Whispered Cadence
by Odin Roark
Dampness invades graying hair
held tenderly in my right hand
hoping the touch of my left upon her face
might vanquish the invading cold
release the still clinging question
Rising to caress my finger tips
her last breaths evoke memories
so warm
yet so icy in their message
Patience moves my palm upon her forehead
awaiting conveyance
who am I
from where
why
a life lived so many years without answers
Eyes close on this once young mother
delivering death at birth's first born
suffering loss of voice
loss of sound
shock pleading to heal
months of remorse
until
Healing rose from an abandonment
adoption of a week old child
embraced by a suffering
but tender surrogate by year's end
a motherless child
her's to raise
her's to love
Guilt takes no prisoners
she exclaimed so many years later
it is not enough to do the right thing
giving merely suspends reality
all the way to one's last breath
Now
Gazing at a still body
I imagine that first day
when her caring eyes
may have delved beyond my vision
conveying kaleidoscopic blur
memories without form
delayed transcendence
for this moment
How precious
this wilted body before me
this woman who became
my light in the dark
whose clothes I will now fold
arrange
and...
Bedside light dims
two mothers
one son
spirits together again in darkness
identities at peace
unseen smiles shared
side by side hearts
moving together
in whispered cadence
Here upon a stray interlude,
Chance suspends choice in latitude.
Can you hear familiar whispers?
Cold winds hurling freezing shivers.
Can you hear that distant music?
A melody in zones cryptic.
Can you hear strange sounds swirl around?
Monsoon weather wets earthy grounds.
Can you hear quaint, ***** echoes haunt?
Ghostly voices in the wind taunt.
Can you hear windy rhapsody?
Rain storms greeting harsh harmony.
Can you hear the violent storm cry?
Feel the elemental sigh.
Can you hear mad, violent stirrings?
Sense pulse and purge of rain falling.
Can your hear your own vibrations?
Embrace the moment's commotion.
This interlude of bad weather
Distracts the fact of odd matters.
Leon Enriquez
21 December 2014
Singapore
Charismatic Zoe consistently bears tendancy
of softening strangers into friends
Perhaps resulting from her relocating frequency
Her familiarity with 'all sorts' hones empathy
Inspires trust, apprehension suspends
Fresh town primed to garner aquaintence
In the year charming Zoe turns thirty eight
Uninhibited, curious, built by self reliance
Folks cheerfully offer firm alliance
Her attentiveness ensures it remains
Zoe values conversation vivid vivacious
Exuding nonchalance, ability to laugh at her folly
Fabulous new friendships steadily progress
Synchronisity cements compadre success
Several new girlfriends all in their forties!
Shrinking space separates her from next decade
Stubborn Zoe pictures dowdy entirely optional
Zone of forty hopefully could be allayed
Reality shattered, coming years delayed
Ignorance imagines aging not applicable
She perceives it holds hands with abating energy
Admires dignity older friends can achieve
Surely high spirits dissolve eventually?
Settled staid of middle aged brings lethargy
Lustre of gusto a gown youth beseech
Witty Zoe's process barely outstanding
Timidly turning formidable forty - - - -
Truth had evaded fathomed planning
Age expectations are pure semantics!
Trajectory questions finally sorted
Embracing increasing, relaxed stance decided
Zoe dresses in fearless effervescent
Category defiant, her latitude desirable
Zeal's spirit reveals pleasant surprises
Takes unashamedly from unfolding present
Written for : Time Poem Contest
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Originated : 9th June 2020
You gave me words to decipher
I let them wrap around my mind
happiness
joyfulness
what are their opposites?
I think
trying to grasp beyond the obvious
why do we strive for happiness?
is it a state of being?
for me I wish to be joyful
to be in a state of thankful
joy exists
beyond the borders of happy
joyfulness is a well spring
connecting us to the infinite
its power is beyond circumstance
worldly possessions
or a good day
it can still be felt when we are cradled in sadness
Joyfulness allows our spirit to open
commune
celebrate
we see beyond our limitations
The opposite is fear
fear restricts
encloses us
robs us of our Joyfulness
suspends us within the darkness
we seek happy
slivers of pleasure
experiences
yet fear whispers
"This is temporary
fleeting
you don't deserve it
hold onto it while you can
it will be gone soon"
yes moods change
life happens
still we can reach beyond the obvious
search for joyfulness
breathe in God's spirit
as joyfulness rises
fear will flee
unable to survive
within the light
and yes
yes you
me
we can be
the ones
who spread
express
live
and celebrate
our
joyfullness
This poem was inspired by my sweetie
who is reading a book called "The Gift of Imperfection"
written by: Brene Brown.
Happy Valentines Day.
Kids hustling with buzz and joy
Smiling faces with missing teeth
Talking endlessly about their games and toy
With amazement never to cease
Sharing Bottles and lunch box
Playing stone paper and scissor
Just as bunnies they hop
Wings like butterflies with which they flutter
Fighting for the window seats
Honking with the horn
To feel the warm and quick breeze
Crying like a newborn
Taking proud in getting a remark
Heavy bags with weight of future
Playing in the bus as in a park
Constituting the most innocent form of nature
Stops coming as finishing line
One by one all the friends depart
Eyes glimmering with light of divine
Journey suspends Till tomorrow when the bus restarts
It is you and me when two become one
when time passes under a yellow moon
and journey’s path chisels tender embrace
Sketches double essence and transcends reality
Dangling from whacky witch hazel branches
the enchantress suspends all worries
my sorcerer illuminates with magic touch
She swings on her broom sways back and forth
casts almond eyes visits our indigo crown
mops up by-gone sorrows and cobwebs past
Enters my naked mind splashes soul and explores
A festival of nourishment evolves from mango clouds
peaches’ senses spray lover’s vapour and climb
rainbows of fluted soft hues on pastel and canvas
Psychic water falls on fertile crest and crevices
endears cascades of longing and peace in the fold
pumps pleasure engulfs harbour’s crescendo
Fills and fulfils the good witches’ dreams' gifts
Magic wands wander drawn by purposeful strides
miraculous carpets thread bare bosom and loin
when mountain flows over lute’s sceptre
Hexing waning and waxing a lunar crescent
rocks and rolls on a bed of jasmine and roses
as spikes thistle and whistle patient tattoos
Hitch craft twitches once anticipation comes true
23rd August 2018
Good writing sings and always brings
a sense of clarity and coherence,
out of chaos, strife, and cloudy nights
for those with perseverance.
Good writing brings laughter, sends smiles to the rafters
and can take us to places unknown,
like Venus, Mars and innumerable stars
and give comfort when we're all alone.
Good writing makes a mind keep trying
to figure out the next chapter,
around the bend where time suspends
while pondering things that matter.
But good writing doesn't always end
where its author thought it should,
as oftentimes we lose ourselves
walking in the woods.
Good writing can save a sinking soul
from drowning in crashing waves,
and make a new start with a brand-new heart
redrawn, a new dawn, a new day.
And good writing wins again and again
when it lands on somebody's shore,
where they're lying around with their feet on the ground
and finally found
what they're looking for.
The Parliament of Animals
met one day in a secret undisclosed location
“We are assembled here
to judge the actions
of the human race.
the human race is being charged with
crimes against nature,
destruction of the environment,
mass murder,
enslavement of animals,
mutilation of animals,
and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments
to preserve the environment
for all animals including humans.
Speaking for the prosecution
will be the Tiger and Lions,
speaking for the defense
will be the domestic cats and dogs
. We have in the room ten men and women
who are representative of the human race.
The parliament can make any recommendation
to remedy the situation
including the death penalty,
exile, or reparations.
Humans. You have been charged
with the following crimes.
crimes against nature,
destruction of the environment,
mass murder,
enslavement of animals,
mutilation of animals,
and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments
to preserve the environment
for all animals including humans.
How do you plead?
Sam Adams,
the lawyer for the humans, responded,
“Not guilty your honor
for these charges except for eating animals
which we contend is part of the natural
order of the world
and many if not most of you
are guilty of the same charge.”
“Clarification – your basic argument
is that everyone eats animals,
so humans are not guilty
“ “Yes, that is correct, your honor.” “
Okay, Mr. Tiger, you’re opening.”
“Okay. The facts are clear.
For thousands of years
until the Industrial Revolution humans
had little mass impact
on the overall environment.
Ever since then all animals
have been impacted
and my species has been hunted
to near extinction for the greed of humans
who have not eaten tiger meat.
The predator class,
including bears, coyotes, feral dogs,
lions, tigers,
This suspends the parliament of animals.
Death to all humans.”
The word went out
animals rose all over the world
and the reign of human tyranny
ended within a year.
What number are you?
You know you have one,
yes, maybe many more to come.
Your birthday set in motion numbers
as you began to count each year's celebration.,
Social security federal identification.
Place and residence in your city and your state,
and suddenly your just another number
in the class from which you graduate.
A hired employee number in the fortune five hundred blunders
and those credit cards upon which we each depend
to retain and track and use our wealth and debt suspends.
Do you know your credit score
easy for everyone to find out and know
are we all just numbers then, nothing more?
Let me see your score.