Long Tales Poems
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What more can I do when you are locked in your own shoe, your shoelaces are tied and your vision is floating about in the sky and the morning is bidding you goodbye; it is about to embark on a journey that will make everyone
happy, heaven is smiling in my your face and you have stir the whole human race, the weather is fine and I have nothing on my mind; just follow me to the edge of the sea and I will show you my destiny.
The wonders of the world lie beyond the galaxy and something special is waiting patiently for thee turn your head and penetrate the clouds above you and you will see millions of stars waiting in line and the full moon standing by.
There is magic in the sky only if you could see it with your naked eyes, you have to stay up late and stand in the middle of the gate and wait until the grey cloud has passed before you venture out in the dark .The white clouds will fade in and blend with the blue clouds that is moving around slowly anchor your feet into the ground and gravity will keep your mind steady.
I dream of starry nights when the earth is dry and moisture fills the air and little children are playing everywhere in the moonlight and shadows spreading on the ground telling tales of yesterday and the music sweep their little hearts away.
She learned to play the violin when she was three and her family was picnicking by the sea and the fish in the sea dance to her symphony and the orchestra on the other side lifts up her heart to the skies and her music never dies.
How much longer must we wait for you, come and make our dream come true, the tides are rough but we have conquered it and is ready to take the dive. Come and stand by my side.
Untie my shoelace so that I can take one more step to compete the race we are coming home today.
The moon is a silver blade, tearing the veil of night into strips of light,
Clouds shatter like the stained glass of a celestial temple, scattering sparks,
I step through the forest of fire trees, their flames dancing,
Shadows move like spirits whispering incantations to the invisible wind.
Beneath my feet, the earth is a sleeping giant, awakening from ancient times,
Its heart beats like the drum of the ages, murmuring forgotten tales,
A labyrinth of flames stretches ahead, walls flowing like the tide,
Paths that seem enchanted, calling me to leave traces of ash on sacred ground.
My breath is stolen by the flames speaking in ancient tongues,
In the center, I find a suspended heart, shining like a mystical crystal,
I reach out and the question floats, "Are you sure you want to know the truth?"
Metaphors open like a lotus flower, mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
Like a blank canvas calling to me with a siren's voice, an echo from eternity,
An ancestral song reborn from the depths of my soul,
Carrying me toward answers that dance in the shadow of the moon,
On paths of fire, to the heart that beats beyond time and space, into infinity.
The ramblings of an old man. Whose years have seen what this life is. Whose eyes have seen the cold man and felt his passing breeze. Who knows about the stillness of when time seems to freeze.
Who knows about the sorrow of death where loss put him on his knees. Who knows about the pain of the broken body and the broken mind. Who knows about the demons and avoids their eyes.
The ramblings of this old man. Whose years have seen what life could be. Whose eyes have seen the kind man and felt his hand in need. Who knows about the love and what love really means. Who knows about the person for who this life really means. Who knows about the joy of all the happy times. Who knows about the truth and where to hide the lies.
Above a ridge, knowing not how on
some parcel of a lucent dome, we meander
to breathe in the vapor of moonlight ,
gently burying her crown upon breasts of valleys
endowing a lush ritual: the great gig in the sky...
of trees rustling in a prance, of a wind
cascading unto a Celtic musicale,
glossy lips of dandelions that speak
to me through you, whisking our laughter
on the run so mellow in autumn’s new eclipse.
Even when jewelled stars play-- between us
and them—our glides become faster,
that the world heaves with us,
open to love’s charm undefined by time...
how we spill into a hundred portraits
borne from an unrelenting joy which hours
or money cannot buy...then forgetting what
ancient tales have revealed : the heart with fiery
ardour causes brain damage...going, going, gone!
Looking up, I hear you whisper, “ Touch
any color you want,” as hues change from
apricot to orange. Yet before pointing to the sky,
bold moonlight hides, allowing us to defrock
warm kisses under her gently dark silhouette.
Album Tracks Tell Stories Contest
Sponsor: James Fraser
9/21/2015
Titles: Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run,
Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, Money,
Us and Them, Any Color You Like,
Brain Damage, Eclipse
Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes
Her sweet loving nature is a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of gold
A one-in-a-million type girl
Honoured by her friendship and dear sweet love
Fortunate to have met this charmer
Would sure love to spend a couple of evenings
Talking, some nights in the parlour
Hearing sweet tales bout these elderly dears
Their long and interesting lives
Tales of a joy with their dear loving families
Loving husbands and dear sweet wives
For some, their memories are all they have left
Abandoned, forgotten and alone
Such a sad and unfortunate way to end a life
Golden years can be overblown
So if you have folks tucked away in a home
Please visit these precious dears
One day you'll also be thankful of those visits
Talking about your bygone years
© Jack Ellison 2014
There's a monster in my fries
Telling me stories and feeding me lies
Not one that crawls or one that flies
But still just as scary for it's size
You cannot see it but there's one 'neath my bed
Whispering tales that fill me with dread
Silent to most but I hear what is said
I pray in the night I don't wind up dead
You can't hear it but there's one in my closet
Waiting to capture me whit it's hunting net
Staying out of sight which leaves me upset
But my body and my soul it will not get
These monsters are real and they're not in my dreams
For nothing in life is quite as it seems
If you cannot decipher what this means
Just look into life through it's broken seams
Written February 04, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: Let the vintage box gather dust; it seems like no one will ever open it or discover it. By Poet
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Unseal all that unscathed trove of
treasured stories,
where the sweet fragrance of rejuvenating
Petrichor soaks the atmosphere.
A captivating aroma saturates
the serene and radiant
space of the attic.
whispers of memories linger
in every nook
where neglect softly nestles.
Gentle whispers of tales emerge from
a soothing sanctuary
seamlessly woven together.
Wicker wonders once filled with warmth,
now stand still,
cloaked in contemplative musings
that meander quietly by.
Revitalized by luminous, enchanting nights,
they bask in the brilliance
of the extraordinary stars above.
In the den, the resonance of
ancestral wisdom persists.
Graceful faces are captured in
the gentle passage of time.
Stories of celebration and
joyous laughter is woven together—
Imprints on lives marked by,
both strength and restraint.
With sorrow unearthed,
from this timeworn attic,
epiphany unfurls amidst,
despair and anguish—a beacon.
Fossils of joy cradle
our suffering when,
memories surge forth,
akin to an unrelenting tide.
Written: February 25, 2024
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In a scene of singing sunlight.
They claim it blurs our sight.
Shall we dare gaze at the sky?
Through dread, the stars fly.
Stoking in a vacuum sway
Beaming banners blare boldly.
A pair of piranhas are plunging.
It is superb, grasping a bright shine.
Love's charm—how do you draw it in?
It makes the task of daring thrilling.
In my fearful forest, I fight forth.
As eyes fry with frantic flutters.
In this twisted yearning, I abhor.
Yet, embrace insight with ease.
Never linger in distress.
Pondering peace without being alone.
Under a moonlit night's shadow.
Thaw flows glide as strings in a ballet.
Words crumble amid stillness.
Fighting a flourishing fear.
Behind your silent mind.
Mute menial mutters manifested.
Crashing curtains once.
Craving to roam free despite caution.
Stripped yet surged by Sibylline.
Serious sunlight speculation.
It could be aggressive and harsh.
Life is devoured without a swash.
It all started with a raw sheet.
As dunes, our tales might alter.
A dichotomy of bravery and intimacy.
In life's transient elixir
Time sands and heroic melodies.
We weave our myths.
with untamed minds and brave hearts.
The sun burns our fragile vision.
Stars glide through the darkness of night.
A sea of absence in their bright blaze.
Intense and vivid as a crocodile swarm.
Love and strength are a delightful test.
In my dark woods, I stand firm.
Yet your eyes wiggle with fever.
Stirring a desire I loathe but crave.
Predicting, a glove well-woven.
I don it with hope and dread.
Suffering from a wild yearning agony.
Serving solace sans seclusion.
Twists of gloom below the moon.
When wind waltzes with woolen wires.
Words wobble with weight of wrath.
Silence deters us from soaring upward.
And decry your vacuous diction
Awaiting unfurled sheets.
So anxious to be heard and set free.
The draperies previously yielded.
Fetching for freedom to flourish.
Far out to sea in the great expanse of water an island lies
Shaped like a crescent or bulls horns called the islands of the moon.
White sands blown by gentle winds and washed by azure sea
Lush forests filled with abundant shrubs and every fruiting tree.
Animals roar and squeak some crawl and slither by
The cool thermal air with everything that can fly.
The outer ridge is like a sheer cliff wall where gannets dive,
While within the crescent is calm and peace as gentle breakers roll.
Clear green water with no weed clog shelter exquisite reef
Where turtles come ashore at night to lay their precious eggs.
Sea maids stretch out on the sands and sing their wandering song
And passing whales reply with notes ponderous and long.
Butterflies in glorious colour, cloud and gather in flittery throng
While hummingbirds buzz and sup sweet nectar juice all day long.
Caterpillars smoking hooka pipes sending smoky tendrils high,
Moths both small and mighty trying to be the best in the sky.
Within the central island a lough spreads and expands,
Where waterfowl of everykind swim with nests close at hand.
There is a mountain tall that towers over them all,
Caring and protecting from stormy weather squall.
His name is not known to mortals like you and I.
His children alone know to pronounce it you would die.
The islands of the Moon lie far out in the great sea,
Tales alone are all we know as no eye has ever seen.
Sailors, pirates and all who sail the mighty seas of the world,
Under darken sky and myriad star all tell of something odd
When on a misty night as the doldrums have taken hold,
Sometimes can be heard the song of sea maids bold.
To search all the seas would take a lifetime or more,
Better to be safe asleep in hammock till ye snore.
(C) Andrew Mcintyre
by Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
I was raised to wear a crown
I may look shy in a crowd
But i was born to survive in these dark clouds
Criticism makes me bold
Unlike protons i know how to settle even when it is cold
I know what a struggle is
I know how to be independent means
They say i was raised from a dull background
Some say i grew driving copper wired cars around
But that created the person i am today
It was preparing my heart to face such life
I am a village boy
The invention of a village life
Thee innovation to the future life
I am a village boy
I'm not scared to tell stories of how i was raised
Words have come from the other side
Saying i have a soul of a kite
They say i don't know how to hike
They forget i raised in a cave
I do know how to climb
Thats why i always thrive
These scars on my face
They do tell many tales
The battles i fought with my enemies
And the path I've travelled to this moment