Long Swirl Poems
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(A lone voice whispers)
Will you
Come all
Yes,
Yea and dance
For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove
Something stirs
An electric emotion
Consuming the very air
Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power
Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance
Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner
As they are
Slowly deflowered
Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance
Would you still attend
As a guest of mine
To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival
To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine
To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights
Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust
To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways
Above us
And below us
A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls
Between time and space
As we prepare and stand
Hidden from
The mundane
Human race
To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command
Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls
For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old
It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive
To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past
That may have survived
To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things
As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise
A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile
Will
You dance
Beyond wet
Tears for people
We always remember
Who have died
As we may cry
For tonight
On this pagan eve
We shall live forever
For we baptised
To be eternal
And will never
Die beyond
All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls
Cry out
Blessed Be
Copyright John Duffy
When did you first fall in love with me...
anticipation of miracle and wet wonder in her immaculate smile,
A blizzard of rose petals and blood riddles swirl within my heart
it seemed like an impossible question to answer,
it was so long ago, yet it feels like it was just a moment ago,
when did beauty become a purpose...
when did passion first pulse on virgin lips...
When I first felt...
the impassioned poetry of your womanhood,
the strike of your passion wrath upon my manhood,
when I first saw...
how your eyes of lioness scorch blazed a grin of gusto on my face,
how you crowned me King of Virility with your ultra sweet gasps,
when I realized...
that my mouth of nocturnal nurture could be your medicine,
that the landscape of my love would be the sanctuary of your dreamscape,
I asked her with a happy urge,
When did you first fall in love with me...
with a dance of wilderness on her voice she answered,
When your poetry gave me faith in my heart...
J.A.B.
Once upon a time there was a young girl,
who loved books where words would whirl, swirl and twirl.
It all began when she was just tiny,
just a baby and life was sunshiny.
Mommy would read books to her all the time,
did not understood but it was sublime.
Books about fluffy kitty cats and dogs.
about talking bears and even green frogs.
When she reached one year old she had tons- tons,
of books ... and of course some were her best ones.
She could not read but liked to carry one,
each morn' she would pick one book just for fun.
Books about the animals on the farm,
and animals at zoos that do no harm.
As she grew the books got a lot better,
she could read and even write a letter.
She had dreams of being a book writer,
for kids, poems, even a songwriter.
And she did in time so follow your dream,
just ride that magical golden sunbeam.
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February 28, 2023
Poetry/Couplet/The Book Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-514-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/03/2023
First Place
Bustling Tavern, din of thieves,
prattles sounds, like mini battles
of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry.
Endowing all sorts in your bosom
like sins-full abacus beads.
You gather them by lamplight and promisery
of Nightlife, bejeweled deeds.
Your dangle of jewelry,
imagery into the back
of the mind.
Cleaving to your cleavage, in gilded-underbelly.
Whispered confessions, aspirations un-tamed,
at the heart of game, plays.
A maelstrom of activity brews,
where thieves and dreamers carafe their craft,
by firelight, booze, and cut-throat utensils,
for stirring the plot and tasting it's ooze.
A symphony of mirth and mischief,
lies, woven into each swirl of word.
A den of vices, a theater of souls,
where desires become exhumed
jewels, brightly interred.
Sorcery of charming, bracing,
where shadows dance in dusk,
efficacing with the flickering daylight
exuding allure, a beguiling musk,
facery painting, fishing for trust.
Binding patrons, captivated by the dire-light,
broths to salivate for spitting in its flame.
Bardic stories, each worth half a codler of truth,
confess their lies amidst the clinking of wine.
Tithes abetting their cover, to mask the grape-vine.
As hearts chase fleeting pleasures true,
where fantasies intertwine,
the weight of the world measured, momentarily
subdued in fermented promise of unsealed
magic in held balance of bottomless opportunity.
So, come, dear traveler, lose yourself,
in the spell of atmosphere.
In the spray of this sacred mace,
lift of skirt, skirting of honest wage.
Panning for adventurers,
planning under-sway of sunder's way.
When I'm free, I will ride the wind,
I will descend with a raindrop,
I will tumble with leaves,
I will ride on a ray of sunlight.
I will know what it's like to fly,
I will flutter with a snowflake,
I will sparkle in the morning dew
and dive into a waterfall.
I will slide on a moonbeam,
I will sing with angels and
talk to eagles.
I will touch the bottom of the ocean,
I will drink from a silver fountain.
I will look into the eyes of a wolf,
and walk through a mountain.
I will swirl in the morning mist,
rising from the valley,
and the scent of a rose will carry me,
when I'm free.
The Defiance
I feel this night to be stolen from me
This endless night when I’m sitting lone
Day by day, the ever quest is ever harder to see
Of a life to belong never mine… to own
From several weeks ago to only seem too soon
Were my days a helpless stray into the arms of night!
From a dawning Sun to share sorrows alike till a dusking moon
Should there ever be a tranquility to shed a sympathy light?
As remembered, the life of Alkaiya hangs upon a thread
Whether alive it be or death be claimed, remains unknown
With a future unseen, my thoughts were unwritten to be read
And I yearn for the fruits of The Ancients be rapidly sown!
Let there be tranquility to will, of this I pray
No matter the endless nights of places searched in vain
With age, were dreams dreamt much lesser towards everyday!
Might The Askance be of aid to deliver me once again?
Have I forgotten my bearings, my place in the world?
Have I forgotten the belated me, from a once life I live?
Did I remember my dreams with portals welcoming in swirl?
Are there no more of mystic evidence to once more believe?
And I enclose my eyes, envisioning a once moment before
Endearing the fabrics of time woven with melodic aria
However much of information I’m to congregate I’ll recall
Anything and everything I’ll do in sacrifice for Alkaiya
{And as I open my eyes to believe what I’m to see
Alkiaya is in my arms in distance hopes never to be
Is it a dream, simply a dream and nothing more?
If I am to blink my eyes, is the moment nevermore to recall?
And with tears to relent to, I’m to see the truth as true
Of concerns ingrain to forever dispose to never again feel
It is at this moment I’m to know how much she is to mean
If not to love, neither to hold, be perhaps what love can bring
I guess as long she’s alive and by my side, there is nothing more to ask for
And should the day be known when together in love, may well be meant so much more
In the meantime, Twit the Sylvan is already rejoicing in joy
Regaining once again, his special magical ability to annoy
Sylvius isn’t anywhere unfortunately, to share this occasion
A wonder for a Fallen as the hopes of The Ancients is in assurance
However is the future to unfold, my heart has taken a leap
To be entwined with Alkaiya as evidently she wills to speak}
Land Dweller, the tortoise knew he would love this young bull named Red Gee. He had loved the bull’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather hadn’t he? You are a red Angus, he told the young bull, and you will do well at the fair. People will revere you and photograph you, and show that they care.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller, they developed a bond thicker than sugar dough. Pretty soon they were together, whenever and wherever either one would go. Land Dweller was about a hundred and twenty-six years old, by now. Seasoned and wise, he taught young Red Gee to stay away from one frisky young cow.
She has her sights set on you, he told the young’un, so you have to be quick. She is ready to settle down, so let her go after that other bull, McNick. Because you, my lad, are a show bull, and we must get you in a ring. Comments and compliments will swirl around, praises will sing.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller completely, for it was in his DNA
to listen to Land Dweller, and give him respect and friendship every day. It had been good enough for his ancestors, and they taught him in his dreams, to follow Land Dweller’s advice, for he was even wiser than he seems.
Meet moments meek where wisdom whirls,
Yes start the flow of ample more.
Move what you seek in mystic swirl,
Etch thought that grows grand subtle store;
Now heed the cause with words that etch,
Think upon ways to master deep;
Aim for the course that frames bold stretch,
Live happy stay in healthy sleep.
Myriad the reach of joy and cheer,
Instruct the heart to know the truth;
Ask love to teach grand joy right here,
See thus true art where grace shows proof;
Make touch align fond poise that wins,
Ask for clear signs from depth unseen.
Leon Enriquez
23 September 2016
Singapore
Written: September 03, 2023
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Wind-swept clouds above mountain snow
An ethereal dance in nature's flow
Majestic peaks, their heads held high,
Kissing the heavens, reaching for the sky
The reservoir, a tranquil oasis
Reflecting the beauty of nature's graces
Whispers of the heights cram the air.
The wind tells truths beyond compare.
A symphony of silence, a hushed melody,
In the stillness, the mountains speak softly.
Their voices carried on the breeze.
A timeless tale of ancient mysteries
The wind caresses the snow-capped peaks,
Whispering stories only the foothills speak.
Of battles fought and victories won,
Of the rising and setting of the sun.
The tarn glistens as a mirror, calm and serene.
A sanctuary for all who have been
The wind-swept clouds dance and swirl.
Creating a canvas, a masterpiece unfurled.
Whispers of the heights echo through the land.
As the wind whispers secrets, hand in hand.
Whispers of courage, whispers of hope,
Inspiring dreams with every gust and slope.
The mountains stand tall, guardians of time.
Their wisdom is etched in every jagged rime.
They watch over the world below.
Guiding us through life's ebb and flow.
Whispers of the heights, a gentle reminder,
In the warmth of nature, we may find a binder.
In the wind-swept clouds and mountain snow,
Lies are a beauty that only the heart truly knows.
So let us listen to the whispers from above.
And find peace and love in nature's divine grove.
In the whispers of the heights, we find ourselves.
Embracing the wonders that the world compels
In the wind-swept clouds and mountain snow,
A symphony of beauty and serenity flows.
So let us dance with the wind and let our spirits soar.
As we grasp the whispers of the heights forevermore.
The space between stars is not empty by far,
Where those departed too soon go to rest as angel stars.
Once their earthly life ends,
A new beginning among the stars transcends
All melodies, all poetry, and for eternity.
The stars twinkle the brightest in unity,
Playing chords on the piano or the cello,
Playing their best for those on earth below.
A celebration of memory and love,
A tribute to the lonely, the sad, the forgotten, the beloved.
Their voices in union softly praising from a better place—
Amazing Grace.
The connection is felt throughout the world,
Eyes cast to the sky as warm memories swirl.
A feeling of peace and connection exists,
As tears fall down our cheeks for those we miss.
Timeless,
Priceless—
There is space for you and me at our last goodbye;
Our resting souls will hold a piece of the sky.
Our brothers and sisters nestled among the stars,
Encore after encore, raising the bar.
Their wings flutter so gently,
Surrounding those on entry.
This is what I believe to be living in the space between the stars:
A homecoming, a celestial gathering of all our superstars.