Long Sway Poems
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Beyond the Curtains of Night, there is No Time in the Ether
so, I pay Homage and take Solace to the Great Master Weaver
Wings Wide like Faravahar, I was Born Bright
Into the Sky, Head High, Full Fravashi Like
turn off the Lights watch the Razzle and Dazzle
To Become, I Ascend Celestial Tabernacles
Star Bound I'm a Star Djedi
Chasing Stars like Israelites,
Chasing Treasures like Ghost Ships wrought by Argonauts
Pulling Swords, I'm a Rolling Stone, Forging Legends like Camelot
Think Not! My Shield Wields Fire like Pendragon
like 7 Rishi Stars, I Journey the Havens like Sagan
it's Astronomical, my Zin is so Uru it's Prophetic
I Part Dross like Moses,
Plant Seeds, within a Fleeting Breeze life is just Star Dust
To Fly I Trust, To Live I Must
tuned in to the High Cypher my mind is Electrified
So Electric like Mozart with the Pen Of Life
Unto The Sun, yes my heart still burns like Saffron
Sway Bright like Luther on the Front Foot,
On The High Road
I Flame Forth Stoic Swords,
To Run With The Wind, To Become, on this Heroic Course
I Am Light Bright like a Wild Horse
Have you ever noticed how life is like a pendulum…swinging to and fro..
continuously moving between opposing forces…wherever we choose to go?
As I look out on the world…at this constant fluctuation…this unbroken sway
It seems to me our heart beats to the rhythm of this pendulum every day.
We come, we go…we give…we take…sometimes we win…sometimes we fail.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we cry…we breathe in…we exhale.
We are at war, we are at peace…we create, we destroy…we agree, we disagree.
We feel sorrow, we feel joy…we are a friend, we are an enemy.
It matters not how we are brought up, how wealthy we are, or to whatever faith we happen to be clinging…it matters not if we’d like it to stop…the pendulum just keeps swinging.
Sometimes we know the length of its arc…like from sunrise to sunset…
while other swings are more erratic…like from when we hurt someone…to regret.
Sometimes the pendulum swings away to quickly…like when we think we’ve reached perfection….other times, like after a death, it slowly moves in one direction.
Most of the time we have no control over its distance or its flight…and the best that we can do is climb aboard and hold on tight.
If we’re lucky along the way we find pleasure in the glide…and we can sit back, throw our hands up in the air, close our eyes and enjoy the ride.
All the while hoping when the pendulum swings to sorrow we will not lose our smile…
and praying when it swings to joy…it will linger there a while.
Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus
Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles
Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep
I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin
We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.
maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.
reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.
In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.
radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.
because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.
Written: January 30, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
have sowed all my seeds
have planted them with love
have cared for them daily
now, I wait
waiting for nature
waiting for green to peak
waiting for each new leaf
now, I wait
then there are frail plants
then tender flower buds
then came the wind and rain
now, I wait
will the frail survive
will they stand up erect
will they sway in the breeze
now, I wait
dead they lay forlorn
dead they have given up
dead so I plant more seeds
now, I wait
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June 3, 2020
Poetry/Verse/now, I wait
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1257-814-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian's Select 3
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Jesus was dead
There was no hope
Disciples' dread
How could they cope?
Christ crucified
It was all o'er
Crowd stupefied
Death they deplore
Messiah killed
What more was left?
Dreams unfulfilled
All felt bereft
Laid in the grave
Still Saturday
Some sign they crave
To pave the way
Silent sadness
Could not believe
This mute madness
They could not grieve
They had to wait
For one more day
To witness great
Miracle sway
Patience tested
They did not know
One day rested
Christ would then show
What did they do
On Saturday?
The select few
Had lost their way
Led by Peter
They went fishing
No wait's sweeter
When faith's missing
Let us rejoice
Sunday's coming
Crush Satan's voice
Rout doubts numbing
One day will change
Your lifelong wait
A marvel strange
Resuscitate
Christ rose again
On the day third
Let's say Amen
God proved His Word
No dejection
No need to mope
Resurrection
Needs patient hope
Joromi, hear my plea
for I am a genuine lover that will never flee.
i have searched all around the countries of Africa,
Joromi, your curves are well etched like the map of America;
Your beautiful eyes are like a deer's,
your gait like a gazelle's; your voice melodious to the ears.
I want to feel the smoothness of your pretty skin,
for your beauty is making my head spin! ;
Joromi, beautiful like the Sea goddess Yemoja
black, shinny like the tanned colour of warlord Afonja.
It is your thoughts that fills my every day
and in my dreams you hold sway;
Be mine to keep Joromi my heart most wanted,
for I know amongst beautiful birds, you're the most hunted.
You'll be my queen, I your king,
and our love will be for all to sing.
In times like this, I wander within your walls
Like some lost form, far off and gray on an overcast beach
A muted form, crouched over the mist in waiting
You-- who loves me as the wind loves the sand,
Touching the ever changing surface,
swirls of crystalline dancing with some kind of dark sway,
Stirring deep inside the belly of your wants and dreams,
and yet, brushes beyond the shape of time and permanence:
Each note of each turn, rising upwards towards
a rupture in monochromatic skies
And I am waiting,
Standing against the flood of your light
For the water to wash over me,
and carry me on your tide
home.
I guess I should write a poem today
While time hangs still and palm trees sway
While birds circle and cry their lonely dismay
And the seas glisten with the sand they swept away
I guess I should write a poem today
While lightning crashes in thunderous display
And dark skies rise, and rain clouds weigh
The doom in the air, and the loss of day
I think I will write a poem today
Perhaps for the mermaids who defy the gray
Giving the colors of now to a world in delay
And a rainbow of suns to the life of a ray
When the storm surrounds me, "Dear God," I pray,
"Let a mermaid cross my path today."
5/25/18
Yes, “patience is a virtue,” so they say.
It should be guaranteed throughout our day;
employed no matter what may come our way.
And so, to use it well, we always pray.
Yet, patience is not easy to portray,
and when it simply fails, we're in dismay.
These days we're more inclined not to delay
an outcome that needs time to come to play.
At times, we're programmed for an instant sway-
like with fast foods, quick texts, and the bouquet
of varied helps that zoom results, convey
that quick is better- push patience away.
Yet, “patience is a virtue”- come what may.
For all life's finer goals, it's there to stay.
With family- do not keep it at bay;
from patience- do not take a holiday.
Does your back end waddle like a duck?
Does your rear sway from side to side?
Is there a rumbling sound when sitting down
With large ripples in your hide?
Perhaps it's that second piece of apple pie
Or that box of chocolates you consumed
I've seen you down an extra large pizza
It's a while before your breathing resumes
There is a cure for this age old problem
It's called pushing away from the table
But it sure takes a lot of intestinal fortitude
For some of us we're just not able!
Do you ever get totally discouraged
And think you're losing your mind
You're definitely in the majority today
The country's sliding in the brine!
There's still hope for all us tubby people
But we really must try to persevere
Forego that second large piece of apple pie
And a trimmer you will appear!