Long Tropics Poems

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Black Love

What is black love?
What does it mean to me?
It’s not a dream, it’s a reality
It’s in our bonding,
It’s in our genes,
It’s a birthright,it’s serene, 
It’s found in distant lands
With brothers and sisters 
Walking hand in hand, 
Cousins, aunts, uncles and friends
Some residing in the tropics
Others in barren lands
Uniting as a force, become one. 
With unity and strength to meet our needs, 
When we treasure our lives and plant a seed,
Of prosperity, hope and love, 
In our everyday voyage, 
In our courage
With an African spirit 
Unspoiled and untainted 
By alien cultures not embracing,
But bonded by African dream
In purposes and causes,
Till eternity.


Cosmic

7/29/16


Daily losses and profits
Withdrawals and deposits

Suggest to do your best and use logic
Constantly not just periodic

Below many comets
Moving faster than rockets
In any area considered cosmic

People working away outside or inside a office
Professionals or a novice

Products
Being packed and shipped through a thorough process

Scientists using microscopes, slides and droplets
To gather data whether or not expirementing with a coccus

Don't frolic
To be perfectly honest
You might feel lost, and rather thoughtless
But have a sense of direction if your on land by using the mosses

Be cautious
Think with a clear conscience
And follow through on any promise

 A lot of human beings looking at anything religious with a fondness
Conducting ceremonies with liquids in golden goblets
While praying homage to a god or godess

One thing for certain is that it all is in motion and constant
Events and opportunities occuring at the same or a different correspondence
Live it up because we all get a certain amount of time and allotment
It goes for any lifeform whether or not it is or isn't aquatic

Many colors and composites
In and out, near and far from any province

Not to mention all these strains that are local and exotic
Grown close, or far away in the tropics

The news speaking of seemingly fixed topics
Some of which are rather ironic

Don't be idiotic
Why worry about what's in another's pocket?
Stop it
Those actions just may be catastrophic
Near and far from environements considered toxic

Fossils found and remaining that are small or colossus
Meanwhile evidence is put away on shelves in boxes

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Virtual Spring Experience

Devoid of personal exposure to wondrous Spring 
I thank God for His bestowed vicarious experience
via technology’s media encounters
enabling me to testify about its majestic delight.

Among the four providentially-designed seasons
Spring’s the best, asserted by scientific studies:
moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter closet
while granting relaxation against scorching summer angst.

More daylight in the Spring allows much to accomplish
ushering toward opportunities for creative pursuits
opening to outdoor exercise routines…
for natural Vitamin D enjoyment and health investment.  

Watching avian influx relieves pressure-pain
birds’ melodious songs bring joy of serenity 
beholding baby animals banishes stress…
like bunnies and ducklings frolicking with glee.

As leaves come back, they mitigate urban heat
flowers in bloom vibrantly cheer 
growing plants waft freshness 
with promise of yields for nutrition glow.

My heart praises God for Spring bliss
though I live in the Tropics, unable to witness such…
sufficed with His love, knowing that He has placed me 
where my faith can bloom best, by His grace*.

*1Timothy 1:14 And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.

April 24, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/25/2022.

Premium Member Luscious Mango

luscious fruit of the tropics
sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced
beneath the sun dripping yellow;
tangy as cocktail's zest for happy hour- kisses 
on lips that crave for its moist
sweet marrow... peeled
from its curved bodice; sucked
juice trickles from its base--
adding lime, mint to freshen  stem glasses
that dangle and anchor the nape
for a voluptuous treat of mild
passion's heat: sliced, striped , tasted
by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like
varnished ochre mixed with light rhum 
and wine filling hungry vessels
of tongues: the melting husk
cooled by ice as wedges circle around 
to whip a luscious Mango Sangria drink!
A fruit like this entices my own
Summer delight, succulent as earth's nectar,
relishing every drool of a caressed, 
early night's  amber sensation.


For Alcohol Contest: Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Submitted 19/18/2107

Conception

The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I slip away from that world
adjusting my internal optics.

A blueberry muffin with honey
on a checkered tablecloth,
lashings of watery sunshine.
That was yesterday or last year.
time can be as allusive
as a bottomless eggcup.

This absolute and irrevocable morning,
my gut burns from cheap Canadian whisky.
A mirror implanted into a watching mind
reflects only my belly flop
as I leg crawl into pants.

Less feral creatures than we castaway suburbanites,
gather to forage as the sky climbs
over the hedgerow.

I had a strange dream,
It could have been last night
or a faraway fear
returning from a place no-where near.
Maybe it was only a shadowland
cast upon a cranial wall,
a peeling mural
upon which sermons and bibles
were hung like bats
from dead apple trees.

The kitchen counter
has a note on it:

“Gone to church, there’s
bread in the toaster
we have run out of butter – love you.”

There is an over-ripe banana
by the coffeemaker.

I eat it.


Premium Member The Lizard Queen

Iguanas are falling from trees in Florida due to the cold weather. They are not dead, just very cold and they become immobile. I got this title from one television personality who called herself the Lizard Queen and who says she would be a lizard if she could. Reminds me of someone we on the Soup all know and love who presents many whimsical poems on nature and animals. This one is dedicated to Caren Krutsinger!

THE LIZARD QUEEN

Cold-blooded scales, fiery-hot, languishing,
As she dreamily falls harnessing the icy wind.
Dropping she recalls, and smiles feebly,
That she alone sits on the throne, this Lizard Queen.

All hail the pounding iguanas pummeling around her.
She’s not alone, this Queen who’s falling in the tropics.
Not all warm and cuddly but absolutely charming,
She meets her end for now - but not forever, subjects!

She will return and kick up scaley wonder, the living color
Of her world, kaleidoscopic and subject to her whim,
This Lizard Queen with slithering tongue, paintbrush in hand.
Yet she’s no match for the tropical blizzard demanding her attention.

1/22/2020
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Idiot and the Oddity Part 2

Page 4

They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give unto their fears
But contemplate their carnage
Have you even not, one tear

Had I known you like I do now
You wicked callous beast
I never would have shown you
That my heart was in your reach

When the first drop of precious blood
Impacts upon this ground 
I swear I’ll not forgive you
And by the Gods I’ll strike you down

But could we not turn, this tide
And you and I once more
Find the love sent from about
And do, as we adore

NO,  cause you insist to make my wish
Lie broken on the floor
And wear a glove while touching love
Just like a filthy whore

Don’t think the Gods won’t notice
You’re defiled and you’re sick
By using love to hide behind
To pull this dirty trick

Page 5

Ah, to one trick there’s another   
And I possess my share
Be patience and I’ll show you
What can happen to your lair

With cunning and with cruelty
My counsel will evoke
A very cunning plan
That would make Poseidon choke 

I will converse, with Apollo
To have the sun replace the moon
So therefore catch a tan
If it’s possible, by noon 

Then I’ll call on my Seamstress 
To sew me something smart
With these hand made silver boots
This is Fashion’s off the charts

Of course all my solders
Will be dressed up in their best
Tunics will be optional
And so might the rest

We will decorate the beach
With a bonfire and some torches
So the enemy can watch
While they’re lounging on their porches

Page 6

Send a ship down to the tropics                                   
I think seafood would be nice
And one up to the artic 
To fetch all some ice

I know some Greek dancing songs
We’ll get the band to play
And I’ll maybe sing a solo
To melt, their hearts away

Cause no one, but no one
Puts a party on like me
And makes the end to every war
A spectacle to see

When things start dieing down
Very late at night
We all crawl to our ships
And we’ll put out the lights

We give them the impression
We’re all drunk and going home
This should make them feel relieved
That we’re leaving them alone

But that is when we pull 
The oldest trick, found in the book
With a sinister contraption
This deception’s off the hook 

To Be Continued.................
Form: Epic

Premium Member Spring Time Vicarious Experience

Devoid of personal exposure to Spring wonder’s iridescence
I thank God for vicarious experience-fluorescence
Enabling me to testify about Spring’s delightful essence
Through technology with varied media’s presence.

Among the four providentially-created seasons
Spring’s the best, anchored upon scientific reasons:
Moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter-prisons
While granting relaxation against scorching summer-garrisons.

More daylight in the Spring allows much work-fulfillment
Ushering toward opportunities for creativity-engagement
Opening to outdoor exercise routines’ involvement…
For natural Vitamin D enjoyment and health investment.  

Watching avian influx eases mental distress
Birds’ melodious songs bring joy of serenity-buttress 
Beholding baby animals can vanquish stress…
Like bunnies and ducklings frolicking outside their fortress.

As leaves come back, they mitigate urban heat
Flowers in bloom produce “true smile,” hard to beat. 
Growing plants provide vital environmental feat 
With fresh vegetables and fruits as nutrition-meat.

Indeed, I praise God for Spring delight
Though I live in the Tropics*, upheld by His might
With His blessings of love, light and faith triumph-height
Spiritual revivals** of new beginning’s plight beautify my Spring flight.

*We only have two seasons in our country: the Dry or Summer and Wet or Rainy days.

**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

March 23, 2019
Edited on March 23, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Iridescence Beyond Opacity

Beyond opacity of clouds blanketing vast firmament
glowing solar rays expose their celestial commitment
valiantly warming the Earth with bright engagement…
…struggling to prevail in the Tropics over weather that’s inclement.

Reigning sun’s blissful iridescence
vanquishes typhoon-attacks against prediction license
while grace of God* abounds along blessings’ presence…
…wondrously revealing manifold harvests upon great toil’s incense.

Hovering over dense canopy of azure sky
sun power rejuvenates trekkers climbing high
likewise delights children in their kite-fly…
… and prompts me to bid good bye to slothfulness’ sigh.

*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always … for the grace of God which is given … by Jesus Christ.

October 29, 2019
Edited on November 23, 2019 
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 10..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2019.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Whether Report

The ice caps,
the tropics,
they’re all microscopic;
dystopic,
myopic,
the interesting topics

It’s whether,
not weather;
That’s really the question.
Or rather,
with fervor,
tease fearful suggestions.
 
The weather of interest:
the storms in the mind.
Cataclysmic disasters
to wipe out mankind.

And so every forecast
is cast in such way
to prey on the anxious,
throughout every day.

So shut off the TV,
go see for yourself,
and leave that remote
on the couch or the shelf.

The sun also rises,
for He made the sun.
When it does so without you,
your time here is done.
Until then, no weather,
just whether life's fun.


SECOND PLACE WINNER
for the “You’re a Weather Forecaster” Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 03/07/2022
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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