Long Tress Poems
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I journeyed into
Mist burdened mountains
Along wet and slippery roads
Bunya pines
And Flame tress
Burning bright
To reconnect
With an old friend
She is
An Artist
A Designer
A beautiful
Person
A heart of gold
A heart for art
We shared a dream
For a collaborative piece
Her space
An old cheese factory
Clad in vines
Weathered by time
Part candle factory
I walk the rainbow isle's
And inquired
Of a man
"You mean, your friend ?
She died, just before Covid
Hit by a car
I am sorry'
I felt
Instant guilt
Shame
For not keeping
A connection
In life
In death
In the end
For an old friend
That lives on
In my heart
I walked into drizzling rain
A little stunned
So much more poorer
So much more
Lonelier
As those connection's
Keep dropping in and out
Those wounds
Those Scare's
And unseen sunsets
All is not lost
Memories buried in my bosom
Are not yet dead
The plays, fads and foibles
Bubble in my heart
Giving me my precious self and
The chaste child of golden days
School, boys and teachers
Were the part of myself
As much as were the mango tress
And the secretly plucked fruits
The sly slips of the classes
And the clever excuses
Remind me of crafty endurance
Days full of quest and curiosity
Every moment learning new things
Preserving them in ceaseless memory
Bracing unwanted family intrusions
An undiminished soul
Always busy and demanding
A baby with eternal exuberance
Big dreams in the tiny heart
Days full of kites and
Paper-boats in rain-filled yard
Father’s scare and mother’s love
Stress of exams and results
Marching to school with heavy bags
Always eager for the last bell
The days blossomed into youth
Maturity and senility took over
Worries, conflicts and tensions
Replaced the bloom and joy
Desire to retrieve the gone days
Flimsy but soothing burns inside
And the life goes on
A warm day
Escaping the heat and noise of the City
We went upcountry
Crowded car
Loud radio
Joyous noise
Open conversation
Following a long line of other cars
On a narrow highway
We, and like minded strangers
Travelling in an impromptu caravan.
Parked in a gravel lot
Slate blue stones crunching under our feet
Getting out of the car
We stretch
As a mother lets her child feel her stomach
For the unborn safe in her womb
Seeing a well worn path up ahead
We follow its gentle curve
Walking into a forest of deep green
Leaving soft footprints in the grass
Children running up ahead
Seemingly lost among the tress
Their laughter echoing in the freshness of nature’s home.
The day was beautiful
The kind that you wish would never end
We spoke as we walked
Shared news with one another
Dream, ambitions and yes even some complaints
Wistfully we knew that good days
Like good friends come infrequently
Lingering, we look ahead
Past the soft billowy clouds
Searching the sky
For reminders of what we are
And who we are.
I am walking down the street in the sweltering heat, water is dripping from my face and perspiration is oozing out of my skin and flooding the dry places, the reservoir has run dry and there is no sign of rain clouds in the pregnant skies, the fires are running wild and the furnest is touching the sky.
The dry spell is coming to town and the heat is spreading all around; stay indoors if you don’t know what to do and make sure you have a comfortable pair of shoe. Look across the wilderness, hell fire is burning the village down and people are running around, the stubborn trees are falling and the elderly women are weeping.
The fire is purging the woodland, burning animals, insect and disease that lurks in the forest from the inception of time, rat mongoose and lion cubs all perish in the fire before the heat dies down. The fire has touches everything and the people have to face their sins and the village women that escape the tragedy roll in the ground and cry out to the deity for saving their skins.
Charred bodies kissing with the tress and grown men on bended knees, proposing burn to crisp before the day was done. And the bones of animals on the ground tell you where they were at before the heat began to scorch their hats, some people jumped off the mountain cliff when the heat turned the corner; oh what natural disaster brought the dry spell to the town.
A strange phenomena took the people by surprise spilling the sweltering heat around and purifying everything on the ground; such is the order of life when it takes you on a conscious ride, you make all the sacrifice. You must either do or die when you are backed up into a corner, but the heat will pull you out on time and you will know what to do for the divine; the sweltering heat is moving around the town, the sweltering heat is disrupting my heart beat, the sweltering heat is burning passion to the ground, can you feel the heat?
The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris
Dove finch he following iniquitous
licentious, lecherous longing
extinguished quite
some years ago,
when eldest daughter
stopped being polite
actually she ceased - might
tee angry talking heads
to this papa for months, whose
only asks prays foe praise,
and who doth newt
wish to ignite
animosity from any beloved fan,
whose critical judgement
toward my errant friskiness,
aye snuffed out light
and accepts dues
against prickly don'ts,
and opted to risk broad
casting general height
full actions, which attestation
spiritedly burst asunder
blitzing Lenovo external
screen within minutes bite
mutt hung lest
censorious replies pillory
this sensitive chap
I merely uncorked
irrepressible facet
(asian iron maiden
strangle choke hold)
forced these words
to help give hollow explain
nations of this nada
so shiny white knight
philanderer (juiced now cum
ming clean) by night just
an oon din
aery in Das scribe
bubble during -
the day until...zee...
wife found me absent - yee
(ping, and sowing, thee
rather desiccated oats)
celibacy playing tree
men dose impetus tryst,
viz midlife crisis spree
from sleeping quarters re:
at 724 West Rail
road Avenue, pre
planned within
the basement nee
tricked out as cellar quasi
pent house suite for me
comfortable sleep
ping accommodations,
pleasing this wander
lusting NON GMO lee
burr teen, sans mat,
(and also Scottish Matt)
tress atop boxspring key
ping stockpiles of prurient frilly
laced female lingerie, je
nais se quois, no matter
escapade usual lee
took place in pitch black dark
accouterments singularly, solely,
and strictly necessitated,
arousing, coaxing, and
exciting libido asper
one barenaked lady for
yours truly, whereat
aye do blatantly
confess flute'n glute'n guilt free
to concocting, hat
ching, and orchestrating
profligate secrete
rendezvous aspirations
toward sordid man of la
cherry munch ching Lothario
(a combination Casanova,
Don Juan) wannabe.
PEPPY PANORAMA
Doe eyed dusky beauty
Silky tress and milky dress
Exuding scent so fruity
She gazed at glorious tulips
Lovely hue, purplish blue
Kiss Planted with tender lips
She sat beside the limpid lake
Crystal clear, smiled with cheer
With her reflection she spake
She fondled a furry bunny
Fed it carrot tops and celery
It’s antics cute and funny
Din and disdain dissolved
In heart a rhapsody that lingers
Chaos and confusion absolved
It’s Canvas to receive new zingers!
Date: 25th October 2016
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Sponsored by:Brian Strand
In the midst of a tropical forest,
At the mouth of a volcano at rest,
Surrounded by verdant hills not so high,
Bordered by lush trees gazing at the sky,
Lies Grand Bassin lake, reflecting the blue,
The seat of sparkling sacred waters true.
At this saintly lake, the soul takes its flight,
Engaging the senses in sure delight;
The pure clean waters shimmer crystal bright,
A haven bathed in gleams during daylight,
Reflect white shines of stars and moon at night,
Undulate with the gentle breeze at sight.
The serene cool gust, a tender embrace,
Whispers soft secrets of this unique place;
A fragrant floral scent mounts in the air,
Softly spreading in the space everywhere
Sweet perfumes of incense in the surrounds,
Leaving graceful smells on the nose around.
The songs of humming birds, a joyful sound,
Greet the ear as native life here abound,
Their melodies twine with whispers of breeze
On verdant leaves of tall towering trees.
And devotee`s sweet chanting voices so clear,
To spin a spiritual atmosphere.
The serenity of Grand Bassin site,
Amidst lush tress, to the self a delight;
The coolness of the sacred water's touch,
A blessing felt within and loved so much,
Washes away worries with gentle clutch,
Cleansing the soul that`s welcome without blush.
The taste of offerings excites the tongue,
A sweetish delight to both old and young,
Shared by devotees with a generous heart,
A natural flow of kindness, quite smart,
A simple steadfast spark of brotherhood,
Here where divine devotion ever stood.
At Grand Bassin, the heart warmly expands,
Embraced within these serene sacred lands,
Engaging senses, understanding stands,
The silent beauty held in nature's hands,
Where souls of diverse cults, creed and lands meet,
A sense of peace and bliss that is complete.
Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.
She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A lovely rest.
Her kisses halt the latent twitch.
She lays her head,
upon the thread,
and watching sky and sea and moon,
inquires whence about her prince,
and if he'll come to find her soon.
For when his gaze
upon her lays,
and legs creep onto bed and tomb,
Therewith his wife
craft pearls of life,
as he gives his to fill her womb.
Her children grow,
and briskly go,
on strings of air and brazen pride.
they sing goodbye,
and off they fly!
To calling wind, they all abide.
Her great delight
Is pale moonlight,
It makes her shining quilt unseen,
And brings a score
right to her door;
The lofty, royal silver queen.
When shadows of the evening fade,
And earth she wears her darkest dress,
It's magic time as stars parade.
-
Like jewels into jet inlaid,
We gaze, as land and sky caress,
When shadows of the evening fade.
As daylight and the night-time trade
The world still turns, for this we bless,
It's magic time as stars parade.
Our moon each night will serenade.
Her timeless flight, for loves success,
When shadows of the evening fade.
The milky way's a silver braid,
Like diamonds sparkling in a tress,
It's magic time as stars parade.
The zodiac, earth's rich brocade,
This bracelet charms us with finesse,
When shadows of the evening fade,
It's magic time as stars parade.
10 / 4 / 2025.
Crystal ball, thy spirit.
Cast thee a mighty spell.
Vision sacred, let's hear it.
Voice of mine, pell-mell.
Tress and trawler, set thy hooks.
River bed to dredge.
Recipes we learned in books?
Formation, wild wedge.
Coal, control, bell toll, sail, soul.
Down the delta wide.
Wasteland, when you set a goal.
Woe, when you betide.
Chicken farm, thy tender.
Politics, tough thy game.
Doubtless, O defender.
Katabothron, quay, claim.
Current, channel. Atmosphere.
Particles, spread out.
Cloud cover, sere or severe?
Cannibal, red rout!
Trickle, stickleback. Code crack.
Fortresses, thy stack.
Under attack? Dinner pack.
Flak ahead? Shellac.
Yawndrift, yucca, yellow eyes.
Oceanic rift.
Circumspect the council's cries?
Petrify, wood. Gift.
Bank, holding of money.
Tornado, spinning fast.
Clown, well, life is funny.
Mead honey, my good ghast?