Long Temper Poems
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Shivering sullen, silent all the time.
Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime.
Where, O my oracle, shall I begin?
Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin.
Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, and why?
Dreams are a mystery passing us by!
Doom, thy coworker. O death, say a word.
Quartered by each third for flipping, old bird?
Tremendous temper-fount, volcanic fire!
Crater, thy rim is a pinnacled spire!
As for springtime, low are the levels and wet.
Red run regret, roundabout but well set...
Wily raccoon, the coyote, thy peer;
Sent us a message to grind in the gear.
O love, thy caresses have hope on the wing!
Solemnity, siren's song, arm in a sling.
Weathervane, point. Pain, agony, anoint.
Lightning, thy bolts do the dead man appoint.
Rare metal substances, deep in the ground?
Sound may surround what the looking-glass found.
Foundation, deep in the ocean's body?
Flickering firelight reflected by sea.
Young master, time will secure what you seek!
Poets and prophets through boneyards will creak...
Zenith below and white-capped with the snow.
Stern as a blow thrown by giants? Then go!
Dun desert air from all moisture set loose.
Forest, refuse what thy gods do not use.
Dithering dervishes, dole and duress.
Grim gambrel gangrel, gill, gauntlets to guess.
Heaven and Hell, have you seen me? Well, when?
Foxfire and frankincense burned on the fen...
Oh, blessed Spring I have been waiting for you it seems forever,
Let me throw off this winter coat and put on my raincoat and galoshes;
I love your blue skies and even rain showers that clean the earth,
Delightful spring flowers are sprouting, the violets and tulips are lovely;
Everything is awakening, baby birds are chirping and baby squirrels scampering.
Oh, beautiful Summer, I have planted seeds in my rainbow garden,
I have my sandals, sundresses in pretty colors and picnic basket ready;
On forest hikes I will go, to the breezy beach and leisurely walks in the park,
When days are sun-drenched hot, I will find a shade tree to rest and ponder;
I love even your thunderstorms and showers that make the earth flourish and grow.
Oh, Autumn I adore your changing foliage, the falling leaves and coolness,
A crackling fireplace on a breezy fall evening, dreams of pumpkin pie;
Halloween and all the kids, Thanksgiving turkey with stuffing and apple cider,
After, we will rake the multi-colored leaves, crisp and tattered, the smell divine;
Everything is turning, changing, soon animals and me will be hibernating in warmth.
Oh, Winter my beloved, I love you the most of all, we are linked in spirit,
I was born in a winter snowstorm, it was bitter cold, the day pure white with snow;
Your brisk cold breath is so frosty, your delicate lacy snowflakes are a delight,
Christmas trees and Christmas Day, snowmen and gingerbread men so cheerful;
Yes, I know you have a temper and can get quite gusty and nippy, and ice-kissed.
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April 4, 2016
Poetry/Verse/I Love All The Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-662-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written April 2016
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Seasons
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Sixth Place
Young, Wise, Beautiful Bird.
Facing the labyrinth to unveil the miracles of life.
Every corner beholds a minotaur, armed with jealousy.
Born to stomp and set ablaze peace and tranquility.
Feeble fires are put out with grace and forgiveness.
Your spirit is blessed with a plethora of this.
Vermin will try to spray your faith and blur pristine vision.
But you've a spirit of light and are strong in wisdom.
Gently temper burning hate with a proverb or a psalm.
Plastic buzzards will try swooping down into your soul.
Pluck every graceful feather, tap death into your bones.
But you're armed with shields of resolve and discipline.
Crack open opaque masks of deceit and deception.
Forever shimmer within the spirit of the blessed word.
Young, Wise, Beautiful bird
Young, Wise, Beautiful Bird
What's it really all about? Guiding God-given gifts to their destiny.
Along the journey, use those gifts to find the lost, buoy the weak.
Place a shawl of love 'round the shoulders of despair and loneliness.
Seal the rancid pit of temptation; live righteously and be blessed.
You'll do fantastic, Godly things, but it'll take a pinch or two of time.
A small price to pay to walk and dance within the shine.
Young, Wise, Beautiful Bird
Young, Wise, Beautiful Bird.
We have scarce put our lips
to a drink of sparkle,
through years of wishes that
fizzed, only to fizzle.
No cork missile has exclaimed
into our ceiling’s muted white,
trailing bottled-up yearnings
a triumph has given flight.
Rarely has a foam-clad genie
danced high with a splash of hair,
sprung by a sudden silver lining
from her golden-necked lair.
But why should we not toast
so many years of quiet bliss,
anoint so much unsung labor
with the frisky nectar’s kiss?
Why should our small victories
not be awash in shiny amber,
when we’ve held fast to purpose
against darkest days’ temper?
Why, my dear, do we mourn
lost plots of grander scope,
but not raise high the twinkles
to the courage of saner hope?
Before this life we’ve shared
joins yesterday’s relics,
let’s drink till we’re tipsy to
our ordinary heroics.
In the spring, the crows sit in the tall pines
Capitalizing on the field of newly planted corn.
Farmer dreams of corn on the cob which he will dine
Caw, caw the lookout calls to his mates to forewarn
As crows go down rows, gleaning the kernels
Dreaming their only competition is from the farmer
But up high is a nest of pesky, frisky squirrels
On the ground also those armadillos with armour
As the farmer sees his profits go into the crows,
His temper flairs to beyond recovery.
Farmer sits in garden reading aloud prose
Bored to tears, the crows a great book discovery
"Selected Poems" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
With it drove farmer away in chorus sang, "Yea"..
Sonnet:Sort of
WHEN THEY HEARD THE SOUND
THEY PAUSED TO HEAR
THE SOUND WHICH WAS CREATED
TO PLEASE THE EAR
THEY SMILED AND SAID
THAT'S GREAT FOR DANCING
THE KINDA SONG THAT STARTS
ROMANCING
THEY SPOKE OF THE BASS, AND THE SOUNDS
THE WOODWINDS MADE
THEY LOVED THE TEMPER
AND SOME WERE AMAZED
THATS A PIANO BUMPING
UP THE GROOVE
MAKES YOU WANT TO SNAP
YOUR FINGERS
USE YOUR HIPS TO GROOVE
COME ON NOW
THAT'S SUM FUNKY STUFF
HEAD BOBIN"
HEART-THROBBIN GROOVEY STUFF
HORNS AND STRANGS
WHO BACKGROUND SINGS
AND FOREGROUND BRINGS
AN AUDEINCE TO APPRECATE THE SONG
WORDS RIGHT FOR REASON
GOOD IN ANY SEASON
THE MUSIC COMPLIMENTS THE LYRIC
SIDE OF THE SONG
"WHY YOU COMPLIMENT", (2018) sWeEtBoUiS MUSIC SWAP, rECORD AND ALBUM COMPANY, gRoOvE-cItY mOvErS, tEXAS MUSIC DEALS, nEW York, n.y.
The faerie girl had been warned of Master’s temper more than once,
But she had seen a glimmer of a smile, and she liked the way he looked at her.
She decided to try, for she knew that she could find his good.
She would make him love her, for something. She would smooth out his creases, and iron him in clean new ways, present him in a new light to the naysayers who were so mean about him. No one is all bad, right?
She would help him begin anew, and reinvent himself.
A psychopath? No. A sociopath? Never! She liked the look of the man.
For twelve long years she gave Master big giant bunches of herself – emotionally, spiritually, and psychologically. She gave and gave and gave, not realizing the cost, until she had almost nothing
left for herself.
Her wings had stopped working. Her hair was a mess, her spirit was spent, she was depressed, and sad, all the time.
She did not recognize even an imperceptible glimmer of hope in herself.
She no longer lived her truth.
She had championed him until there was nothing left of her.
The faerie council and dwarf committee decided to intervene. They asked if they could carry her off, and nurture her, and love her, and nurse her back to health. Her self-absorbed Master laughed at their meager attempts to save his toy.
He shooed them away like the fluffs of dust they were, glorying in Faerie Girl’s all-consuming protection of him, reveling that she was willing to give him her persona, feelings, and pixie dust.
The day of her death, he replaced her with a fresh, new, optimistic, ready-to-save-him faerie without giving Faerie Girl a bit of a thought.
She was just another toy, broken, discarded, and burned, like the others before her.
Shiver if you will, I will seed your dreams, it is my way
and though the days sun may linger longer ...
it will not warm you.
A handsome handmaiden is the month of May
but, I roar and rail, temper tossed and ambivalent
~if you have no heat
~~if you despise emptiness
and do not wander in wonder at the shapes between the lines
do not call my name, Janus …
for I am the God of doorways.
My arms are always open.
May each domicile shiver at my breath
in nail popping fright, as bats harbor in their eves.
I will seed your dreams with portents.
~Rub sticks shorn, and to fire bring the kindle
for, the insight of my light may burn.
Poet: D. Guzzi
Contest: Personification of January
Living The Nightmare
by Odin Roark
Awake in a nightmare
He leaves scratches
Atop the licorice ribbon
His winding street
Through utopian cotton candy
Blowing in the wind
Once of gale force
A temper now but a breeze
His sack of intangible gold dust
Best sprinkled along dreamer’s highway
Through the burial grounds
Of hearts left pumping airless wonder
While white bones aka jazz sticks
Tumble rhythms across
Weeded skins stretched taut
Joining deserts come alive
With blooming orchids now drenched
In sweet lather of well chewed delusions
How rich this person of interest
Ready not for judgment’s road kill
Even as heavenly vultures bemoan
While fireflies emblazon life’s levitation
Along the trail left behind
Inviting guilt to whirl dervishly
Into emotions of joyful release
How fortunate the enigma
Graveyards of living continue
Where pious mountainous gestures
Stillborn by self-righteousness
Cartwheel their legless forms
With the glee of sophistry
Knowing so well
What can never be known
Such is puzzled innocence awakened
Once wrapped ugly by confessional tears
Explaining this bad attitude
And the way you pout and brood
Is an interesting thing to hear
Right in front of me you stare
In my eyes with such intensity
As I listen to your plea
Asking for another chance
You have a glistening glance
As a tear falls down your cheek
Your sorriness is at its peak
Depending on what you say
Will determine if I stay
We've been down this road before
One foot almost out the door
When your temper starts to brew
Your anger comes shining through
Until you calm down again
I'm intently listening
As you promise this wish grant
'You'll go to anger management
To control whatever makes
You badly shiver and shake
Not sure what is causing this
It's taking away the bliss
We used to know when we first met
An good times I won't forget