Long Sweetens Poems
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A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.
Long johns on with woolen socks and clothes layered on the body
fuzzy sweater and heavy blanket on lap with hot coco within reach.
Frisky dog wants to play as the cold makes them like puppies
toss her a biscuit and she runs away with the treasure in her mouth.
The wind howls and the chill permeates through weather sealed
windows and doors. The night was single digits and the day stays
below freezing. Old furnace hums along and does what it can.
In the kitchen a stew simmers on the gas top range while the smell
of breads and pies in the oven sweetens the houses air giving it the scent of
home. Throw another log on the fire if you had one instead pull the blanket
up to your chin as the dog jumps on your lap and curls for a nap.
Too cold for comfort is the stubborn chill lingers throughout the house.
The beanie on your head warms your ears as you click the TV on to see
the weather guy standing in the freezing wind telling you its cold,
switch the channel. Some days are good to do little but you get up
disappointing the dog who jumps back in the chair and curls into the blanket.
Things to do and movement warms the body but your nose still feels cold.
The honeybee skilfully builds her cell.
She graciously secrete the wax,
Labours hard to store it well
And blesses others with the honey she makes.
The honey bee blesses each hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every shining flower
And sweetens hearts everyday.
Her smiles sweeten
When the heart get bitter.
Her words sweeten
When the heart get sour.
She is the Honey bee;
Garnished with mellifluous teeth;
Whose personality is like that of a Queen bee;
Whose presence is as a cool stream to weary feet.
Oh, come and have a sublime taste of honey;
A gift you can't buy with money.
Come and behold the eyes dripping with honey;
From morning until evening.
Dedicated to Oyindamola Tayo
In the center of your core there is a spiritual sparkle that longs to be lit. You are the only person who can light the wick and set your soul on fire with words of love, peace and joy. Bring yourself home to you, and watch the transformation of your heart take place. (Breathe in and out )
The creative angels of heaven have asked God for your DNA and as we speak they are helping you renew the cells of mercy and compassion from the Divine Light within you. Dormant no more, your progress is furthered as you change the way you look at the world and give it new breath and life. (Breathe in and out ) slowly.
Picture 8 hand held sparklers lighting up your beautiful birthday cake. Sizzling it into life and a wonderful future. Hope is the frosting that sweetens the cake, and Faith is the soft moist batter that gives it taste. (Breathe)
Don't give haste to your life. Take time for the little things. Like meaningful talks that can heal the soul. Kiss and hug much, smile even more. Don't give the old self a chance to sabotage the success of the vibrant human being that you have now, become. (Breathe in and out )slowly and give thanks.
A lovely cadence fills sounds of earth
as meadows waken with songs of birds.
Music that sweetens pleasures and worth
beat of each song--notes instead of words.
The trees rustle their spritely replies,
as summer breeze leads their melodies,
so that breeze and leaves can improvise
a soft tempo that finds devotees.
Purple clouds gather, thunder is heard
its rumbles causing lightning's bold flash.
Storm beats a rhythm, all are stirred--
viola's bass mourns and cymbals crash.
Soon, raindrops pound their opening,
softening their beat to gentle song.
Drops fall on willows--we want to sing,
Earth's cadence was around all along!
February 2, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--C Words--Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Cadence theme
First Place!
My Christmas will be all it’s meant to be
If but one wish is granted now to me
T’will be the season that is fair and bright
If what my heart is craving comes in sight
It’s not a package wrapped in red and gold
I’m not a girl for trinkets loud and bold
It’s not a keepsake that will bring a smile
Or tasty treat that sweetens for a while
The gift I seek is not what others give
It is a gift I need if I'm to live
I long once more your love for me to bloom
To close the world to us in lover’s room
Your passion can my body decorate
Your eyes be twinkling lights that celebrate
Your arms the wreaths that beautify my night
Your kisses, soft, the gifts that bring delight
This Christmas wish I make with longing sigh
And hope these words I pen will bring you by
Eileen Manassian
PANCAKES WITH SYRUP
Apparition of the past
Tending to the future
Future is soaked
Soaked with sorrow
Sorrow tastes blood
Blood of wrathful grapes
Grapes plucked one by
One, tightly squeezed
Squeezed with dry palms
Palms rest on Jerusalem streets
Streets filled with throngs
Throngs of people, restless
Restless for peace, and war
War painted on their feet
Feet that fight the pavement
Pavement pulls them like taffy
Taffy stretches — distorts
Distorts like a funhouse mirror
Mirror of mockery and mayhem
Mayhem stirs the pot
Pot that boils over
Over the top
Top bureau filled with papers
Papers burning in protest
Protest of life itself
Itself a mirror, a bullseye
Bullseye of the author
Author of one’s own making
Making pancakes with syrup
Syrup sweetens the lie
Past lies churn future consequences
12/11/2017
LOOP FORM
It is Carnival Autumn's Ghostly Hubble
Halloween Night, as emotions bubble;
kids full of mischief getting into trouble.
The whole carnival is decked out with Halloween décor!
Lit jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, skulls covered in gore,
spiders on webs, whole new world waiting to explore.
How many would think this would be fine,
but what happens next will soon change their mind.
The clown's face painted and cracked in white paint,
a scar over it's brow, fiery orange hair, thin mouth a garish red taint.
It snarls a show of thorn bloody teeth;
each evil glaring eye lined a black cross and beneath
a red ball for a nose. It wears a ruffled collar satin clown suit,
half red the other half white and big black combat boots.
It sneaks in the shadows following kids scent in the air
to descend and snare to bring too it's lair.
Kids candy full bellies sweetens the flavor,
it cannot wait to sink its teeth to savor
the sweetness; it will not be wavered.
10/28/2018
*Days ere the prom: Asking Beauty For A Date
Beauty arrives just
ere of her and undresses
in languishing thoughts as words
fumble from within
the bold who is too weak as
the flower sweetens ere them
e'er so oft the sword
of Damocles hangs
lest one express earnestly
their pulsating words
venerated from their heart
spilling in her labyrinth
fulfilling her soul
with aspiring desires of
twain hearts being in oneness
acknowledges her
intent with subtle
nuances and simple, "Yes."
2020 February 29
Howmanysyllables;
5-7-7-5-7-7-5-5-7-5-7-7-5-7-7-5-5-7 = 110 syllables total
Written: May 06, 2026, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
10th place contest winner
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If you wish for
your joy to wander on—
treasure it as a precious gem,
a quiet secret,
Cosmos cannot clone.
Guard it
akin to flame
trembling in the wind,
an elfin, sacred brightness
that warms everything
It touches.
Hold it close
when the days grow loud;
don’t expose it
to careless hands
or let routine
rub away its luster.
Don’t let it fade
into the ordinary—
Love is not common
unless we deem it so.
And if it tarnishes,
as all precious things do,
polish it gently
with tenderness,
with patience,
with the soft persistence
of someone who remembers
Why did they pick this heart?
It will gleam again,
bright as the first day
You held it—
brighter, even,
for having survived the storm.
For love,
when cherished,
does not merely endure—
it deepens,
it sweetens,
its radiance swells
than the moment
It began.