Long Turn to Poems
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Ghostly fog settles in the vale
Charcoal clouds softly float
The sun rises red 'pon this morn
A sliver trees coat
Fragile purple hides the blue sky
The red fire ball gains height
Exposes silhouettes dark
And night has taken flight
Apricot sun comes up higher
Clouds turn to solid gray
Soon the wisps will disappear
And warm will be the day
A new bird sings his love a song
Close as the nearest Oak
Soft background music surround sound
Roosters, Doves, and frogs' croak
A few minutes out on the porch
Time to face a new day
Nature's beauty now touches me
How I want to just stay
It'd been one of the most bizarre days; downright crazy
so I had a martini, maybe four, so things got kinda hazy
I fumbled in my wallet so I could pay my pricey bar tab
Friends thought I had too many, so they put me in a cab
I stumbled up the steps. It seems walking was a chore
Couldn't find my key, so I tried beating down the door
Her screeches of "Where the bloody hell have ya been?"
Pounded in my head, making me sorry that I'd come in.
She hissed, then off to the kitchen she foolishly prattled
With horrendous noises, pots and pans were being rattled
My head was sorely throbbing so I begged her to be quiet
She screamed, "Don't yell at me! Blame your liquid diet!"
She banged a bowl of something down on the table cloth.
I weaved my way to a chair as my mouth began to froth
Put my head in my hands when the room started spinning
Caught a glimpse of that evil woman. Yeah, she was grinning
A mound of muck she'd plunked down right in front of me
looked like it should still be swimming in the salty sea
It smelled vile and disgusting... nauseatingly atrocious
I gagged and turned away, that's when Liz became ferocious
I couldn't move an inch to find my way back to the couch
I was a brick, held by mortar. My wife was being a grouch
but I couldn't find the strength to flee. I felt far too dizzy
My turn to shout, "Can you just stop your naggin', Lizzie?"
I didn't mean to say it, and my words came out so slurred
My vision was fuzzy. Everything was clouded and blurred
Something was staring up at me while awful music played
That's when I saw green heads and grew appallingly afraid
Whether fantasy or reality, frogs had escaped from a pond
These were fugly creatures. From evil they'd been spawned
I was being serenaded by a quartet of deep croaking voices
So suffers the drunken man while his heartless wife rejoices
I crawled to bed when I couldn't take the harmony any more
Lizzie punched me and said, "Wake up if you're gonna snore."
I tripped down the stairs, woke the dog and made him bark
Left the wife and found a bench to sleep it off in the park
It happens just because we need to want,and to be wanted too,
when love is here or gone to lie down in darkness
and listen to the warm
Rod Mckuen
Wet leaves of summer
footprints in the soft ground,
cast away shadows of broken dreams
and bend my soul with your smile,
fill my eyes with your wonders of life,
show me, that I'm not alone.
Release my heart from its darkened state
and free its light to shine.
Show me a path not filled with ghosts,
so my journey may continue in peace.
I will turn to you in my cold trembling,
to hear the truth of things.
To warm my heart by your gentle fire
and feel its blood rush again.
To hear words of wisdom often learned,
from my quiet voice within.
contest Listen to the Warm
4/30/16
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Tomorrow is a birthday of the gravest consequence...
Proclivity denied in me the ancient, awful truth
but I now see quite clearly from the Crone's side of the fence,
the aperture slam shut upon the saga of my youth
I feel the marrow turn to dust inside each drying bone,
all nuance of fertility drains from my barren womb
I pray that in my final hours, I won't be left alone
to hear the bells a-tolling, as now, I'm aware for whom!
I'm bound to be quite feeble, if I make it past the day
Please, look in on me often to attest that I am fine
It's with temerity, though, that I hold on, anyway,
with luck, perhaps I'll see the ripe old age of twenty-nine...
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10/29/2018
We live in constant fear of death
Yet her shadow lurks in every
Little deed of our everyday life,
In walking and in writing poetry.
The food you eat so gaily may be laced
With some life-nibbling noxious compound,
And if it be nourishing and clean and safe
It still may choke you to the ground.
The evening walk you enjoy
With such unhurried strides,
May be cut short by an oncoming van
And anon find yourself in Hades.
The blissful night with your beloved
May be your last note of breath,
The sweet ecstasy heights may snap
The strings that divide life and death.
The jetted honeymoon flight to distant shores
Is the sweetest moment after the vows,
Yet, motivated by your chosen nearness,
The heavens may call you home so close.
So Live your turn to the final count,
Fear not what is everywhere;
Live without the fear of short expiry;
Without the littlest ounce of care.
Shall we once more, in mountains of our thought,
Gaze down upon the vastness of our ground,
And know that for the meadows newly sought,
The flowering fields shall not by us be found?
Shall we recall that bronze took place of stone,
And then in turn to iron did yield its way;
That ships of sail no more the oceans own,
And brilliant sunlight lasts for but a day?
Shall we, in embers of the distant past,
Remember living forms that brought our dawn,
But, by that gift of birth, their fate was cast,
And we the reason that their time has gone?
O, things shall pass, and it were ever thus:
'Tis more bitter, though, now that it is us.
It's been so long since I last walked in the rain,
The last I remember was when I was back in high school,
Getting off the school bus, goofing around with friends,
And purposely leaving the umbrella inside our bags,
Since, the feel of rain on our skin was so refreshing
And the threat of a flu that very night seemed so right!
Walking today in the flowing dirty water, letting the raindrops
Invade me from all sides, allowed me to evoke those memories,
Those memories of a time when I thought I would always be
Young and strong enough to conquer the world and its toils!
Yet, as the raindrops fall on the ground, slide off and are
Never to be seen again, so did my young and bubbly days!
The mistakes I made, I regret them not, after all, I became
A stoic adult thanks to them!
The explorations of life that I did undertake, I regret them not
As well, as again, I had to be today a somewhat experienced adult!
My only regrets are those daring choices, those actions which I hesitated
To turn to, simply because I was so scared to make my voice heard!
Now, those raindrops bid me to focus on the upilfting of my enlightenment.
Pray, life is as it is, everchanging, it is up to us to enjoy its present moment!
I entered my dream amidst a lavender grassy plain
I realised looking up that the skies are not the same
Orange to yellow patterns as if in cotton wool collage
Blood red horizons in compass as I view my dreams mirage
A noise captures my ears as I turn to view from where
Upon an orangey maned zebra, what I see leaves me stare
She, with Tiger stripes and naked, breasted so heavenly
To the cotton clouds she looks, with a raven so beautifully
My mind now hears cloven hooves, as if beating on the ground
Now many approach from distance, floating, now I'm in surround
The skies begin to darken, blood red horizons seen before
So surreal amidst this lavender, through an alternate back door
Whilst the raven gently hovers she turns her eyes to me
In complexed look of amaze, I think what does she see
Written 7/27/2011 4:26:00 PM
In furrowed ground we plant the tiny seeds
Each one a grain of God’s divinity
Promises of bounty yet to be
Under rain and sun – waiting patiently
With faith and hope - we tend the seeds each day
Toiling hands driving petulance away
Knowing in every seed there is a life
In darkness rising up toward the light
In His light - the barren fields – turn to gold
As one by one the truth - of each unfolds
Wheat, flax and barley stand – in endless rows
We come at last - to reap what God has sewn
With grateful hearts we sing Him hymns of praise
Rejoicing in His love – this Harvest Day
Written Sept. 2, 2009
2nd place in Brian Strand's contest 'Hymn of Harvest'
Mist on the windows
shadows on the walls,
whispers in the night
from far away jaws
Softer are my cries
lighter my steps,
sinking ever deeper
into the depths
Thoughts of childhood
haunt my dreams,
my mothers waiting
eyes, are a gleam
The four walls close in
containing my pains,
hiding from the world
as it steadily gains
Thoughts turn to lists
that will never realise,
choosing to look backwards
at the love's that wont die
Memory's comforts
take me back home,
to places I wandered and
where hope lived to roam
my tears have dried up
a smile back on my face,
I'm ready for the journey
that I'll take into grace
my love will live on
in thoughts and words,
in each of you I leave
a song never heard
The walkabout girl
from down under below
has to leave you all here
within this golden glow
I no longer fear
what's coming for me,
I've repented my soul
my minds flowing free
The beauty and wonder
I've carved in my heart,
Is a gift for my God
my life's work of art
I give up to the stars
my pain and heartache,
to the universe at large
a love that wont break.
Always and forever
on infinitesimal sighs,
I will cherish each day
right to the day I die.
Don't cry for a loss
there isn't one,
death cant defeat
what's already won.