Long Swings Poems
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Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time,
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.
Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que huelen a hierba fresca,
flores que florecen para ser vistas por poco tiempo,
dejando su fragancia en el aire para que sintamos ese instante inolvidable.
Días resbaladizos perdidos en algún lugar del pasado.
Columpios oxidados olvidados en mi patio trasero que me traen recuerdos de mi infancia.
People here and after rushing though the rainbow beams
All with a pursuit to reach green.
One with Starbucks in hand worried
about the Boss’s stern mouth
In the other lane,
the arrogant one with Blackberry in her hand
planning 7 o’clock happy hour with the girls..
Another, the scornful with mood swings
blowing temper creating mist of anger forming
Nothing but a halo of rage.
Probably cursing the driver ahead for driving on 60!
Another urging her toddlers to rest,
“Sit Sit “, she commands
Receiving nothing but mere nods and scheming smiles.
Then realizing the blessing and following it
with a pause of tolerating acceptance.
Pondering,
” After all they still remain children, they’ll grow soon” and
then following it with an obvious shift of expression”
If only HE would get up his lazy bottom in the morning!”
Many scenes of different genres, fascinating and many times entertaining. With
curtains rolling at Red stops….
Form:
Whispers through her eyes
Often gazes the skimmers in twilight
More overly,
more mesmerized as her heart was in delight
She cupped the melodies, through the true sights
All what she whispered, all what the heart hides
the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride
the classiness she carried through the presence
She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance
the spring danced through her fragrance
and lives with her consistency and transparency
the mountains slipped after her magnificence
the oceans freezed after her resplendence
from where she came,
the heaven for sure, the rose of Eden's garden
the droplet blinks in sunlight, the swings of rainbow
the profound pearl, the morning whisper
how did I glorify her glory?
how did I propose her preposterous grip?
she rumored, the world rumored
She caved, the world caved
Her lips smudge, her cheek’s energies,
the entrance to moonlight muse, slightly fused
up to the seven stars, she never swirled a reduced
beyond bitterness of society, she grasp the loveliness
the melody of solence, the voice of innocence
forever and forever deep dancing delight
She is named as Ella, the goddess of light.
He looked at the old man with tobacco stains on his shirt
Then asked if times were different when he was a kid
The old man smiled and said I’ll tell you a story
About the times we had and the things we did.
Time was when we pledged our allegiance
Being patriotic didn’t make you a fool
Time was when you respected your elders
Each day God was in our public school
We had Friday night dances in the old gym
And pep rallies before the big game
A Ford was a Ford and a Chevy a Chevy
No two cars ever looked the same
We traveled around pedaling a bike
On the handlebars our glove we would drape
With eight or nine kids a game we would play
And our baseball was covered with electrical tape
We walked home after dark alone without fear
Sometimes we would go to the park
Ride the swings and merry go round, even climb trees
Carve our initials into the bark
Time was we had moral standards on TV
They played the National Anthem when day was done
Time was neighbors cared about each other
And a back porch gathering was a lot of fun
We decorated our cars in school colors before a game
We’d work on it until the sun went down
Then go to the game with carload of friends
If we won, we’d beep our horns all over town
Time was when we shopped downtown
We knew all the owners by name
Time was when the music was clean
And a smile could start a new flame.
So yes it was different, was it better or worse
They are the times I often dream of
I don’t know if they were a blessing or curse
Time was we were surrounded by love.
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
In stoic carnival, emotions juggle,
laughter somersaults on a tightrope of reason.
Epictetus, ringmaster, dons a clown's nose,
philosophy as whimsical sideshow.
Stoicism, circus tent of paradox,
where the lion tamer wrestles inner beasts.
The trapeze of fate swings on absurdity,
as three Moirai perform an acrobatic feat.
Seneca's stoic beard, a magical illusion,
transforms into a confetti-spewing waterfall.
Cynicism rides a unicycle of cosmic irony,
while Zeno's paradox becomes a funhouse mirror.
In a carnival of wisdom turned wild,
stoicism pirouettes on the edge of the bizarre.
Life's absurdities, the grand finale,
a cosmic joke echoing in stoic guffaws.
A Tribute To Carolyn
Hop scotch, skip a rope
Swings and slides she pass upon
A few bouncing balls here
A few there
Her field of dreams
Longed with poetry
From a page to a book
From words to a poem
The first ink lit her house
From top to bottom
From room to room
Her upstairs being her crux
So star bright, shiny and humble it was
In her garden there's budding roses
Just yearning to be
Those blossoms grew for all to see
Those twinkles in her eyes remain with me
We look back at Carolyn's life
With a tear, but a happy tear
For she had a very productive career
In closing she was a lioness at heart
So filled with joy, roam and pride
She looked after her PS family
And touched each, and everyone of them
connie pachecho
8/17/21
And then the day’s lights first touched your eyes
Your little fingers trying to clutch the air
Are you still in that darkness?
That deafening silence still ringing in your ears?
The world around you is rejoicing
With the utmost happiness she ever felt
Rejoicing are the trees, the sky, the mountain streams too
They have heard the tidings of Paradise you spelt
Are you crying my sweet lady? Oh for you
Let me bring the Moon down, the stars
Little butterflies must dance around you
Now shhh! All you revellers, keep mum
Look how gently sleep sits upon her eyes
Lemme give soft swings to her cradle
Our queen is on her way to a dewy sleep
And before I leave for a long journey
In the wilderness, My Lord, to you I pray
Let me carry the soft warmth of my new-born baby
Till the last rays of the sun go down with the day
"The Dream Manipulator"
A wish upon the stars I see
Magical moments with sweet surrenders
Embrace the twinkle notes
My lid slip into an everlasting feel~ In trance, I dream
Candle wax drips with the night
Bejeweled with bloodshot posies
Lavander occupies scenery
A tune seductive and real~ In trance, I dream
In the country of warm fairy lights
I follow and listen to the echoes
Drifting around the moon's glow
Fog leaks under the new sky~ In trance, far from reality
Lost to the calmness
My physique belongs to the night
Giving life to an ordinary page
Faint away to your beating pulse~ In trance, I dream
Savoring the previous forecast.
The furnace kept warm
Motions moving from this curse
Sun-dance, away from the rain~ In trance, I dream
Suave lid pulls in the glow.
Soft memory fades away the feeling of yesterday
The day swings in a new journey
“DENIAL” is my choice of food~ In trance, I belong to my dream...
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice