Long Tussles Poems

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Blood Mountains

Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.

Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.

Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.

Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Nature's Test

An eyrie of bald eagles stir,
waking to the fresh morning air.
Preening and primming flight feathers
grooming each with diligent care.

Flies buzz around yesterday's scraps,
fueled by the rays of the sun.
And shifting shadows disappear,
darkness defeated, dawn has won.

While perched high on a rocky crag,
their keen eyes soon survey the land.
And with uncanny precision,
vast hunting grounds are swiftly scanned.

Hungry eaglets flex flightless wings
forming formidable muscles.
And food brought by the parent birds
oft instigates sibling tussles.

Calling out and circling close by,
eagles urge chicks to leave the nest.
And for the first time, fledglings flap
feathered wings, passing nature's test.


(Quatrain)


07/19/2020
Form: Quatrain

Robots

ROBOTS
Mechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don’ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart 
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
 Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions 
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can’t even list them
Oh! Poor robot 
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion 
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo 
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human’s anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master’s strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love 
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator’s wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
Form: Narrative

FISTFUL

Fistful butterflies sway along with the wind.
Ever frolicking through the vibrant desires.

Fistful sand slipping down in haste.
Unbothered about the delays and tussles around.

Fistful days flipping over.
Highlighting every single day.

Fistful memories binding themselves together.
Creating a most treasured treatise.

Fistful wishes probable, contingent or disguise.
Forever igniting the coal inside.

Fistful choices through the passable maze.
Attempt to escape but no respite.

Fistful thoughts sparkling out of palpitating chords.
Capable of entangling entire life.

Fistful learning running through the veins.
Enabling sturdy stature to prevent the derail.

Fistful steps towards the embarkation.
Creating a journey that travels through the stars.

Fistful smiles fluttering around in joy.
Contagiously sorting out the difficulties and sorrow.

Fistful opportunities that emanate from hard work.
Enough to be the cynosure through the rise.

Fistful always lets the phoenix rise.
Every creation is a conscious choice.

Fistful time .....may what....may I write!

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Premium Member Moulding Allegiance

Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat

                    A collar for colour and leash for pastiche

With a tale in his tail as he jiggles and wiggles 


The flag half white with delight and bright as the light

                    Green shadows for meadows and jolly as jelly

The grand creature roars extra on demand as a feature


‘I am the Lord in the fort and mojo of play dough

                    Patrician magician and seal your appeal

Applause from my paws will guard in the land of the bard’


Dino looks like a rhino or bear in despair

                    A clown with a crown or ovoid on steroids

Mussel with tussles or dragon that fell of the waggon


‘When I’m older and bolder my fire won’t tire

                    Blow fumes in my plumes and breathe off at ease

Enlarge small into tall protect Daddy from baddies’


‘The rhyme is past bedtime one last lullaby sweetie pie

                    Happy dreams no monster screams rest snug little slug’

‘Love you Daddy Paddy let’s have dinosaur scales for breakfast in Wales’



16th June 2019

(The Welsh Flag is a red dragon on a half green and half white background)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A Land of Many Things

Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A land possessed by the people of colourful clothings
and known for rearing reindeers.
A land of the troll
both that of the scandanavian folklore
and the largest object ever moved by man.

A land of the “tran” against rickets
and one also full of romance to the brown cheese.
A land greeted with a great history of raiders
but having a landscaped virtually void of castles.
Now a modern terrain
and an advanced pasture of the Scandinavia,
glorified by its topmost position
in the eventful tussles of the winter.
Form: Ode

The Mask of Corruption

The consistency on show is out of order 
Switzerland has no hard border
by the rules it really oughta 
Monaco too being by the water 

Yet Brussels tussles with future allies 
alone in their Irish Border cries
even the Irish don’t prioritize 
attempts to show muscle in Brexit ties

No identity needed in Sweden from Norway
a border allowing you be on your way
the two wealthiest countries in the world today
have no hard border strange I’d say

But money talks and the EU listens
though doesn’t answer its own citizens 
or make clear political systems 
assigning, enforcing all but consistent

Some can’t see corruption until the mask crumbles 
when it does Britain won’t be part of the tumble 
when systems exposed come undone fall
then London calling as London stands tall
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Herculean hero

Our towering talisman…glowering totem…manic volcanic Viking King..

The flowering genesis of a powering nemesis…

Herculean but Sisyphean struggles showering..

The penury of injury…intrigue of fatigue…cavorting 

With the clarity and lack of charity

Of ripsnorting depravity and disparity of sporting gravity..

Another unfair body scare on the square or Stokes lair…for our oh so rare.. devil may care…flair compere with his flame red hair…

Lifts his head..this lad instead..after his century score.. Mr Chutzpah thought of his Pa..

From afar..giving the four finger nod to his God…who he did adore.. his Dad..Jed..

Echoes of the potential exponential reverential sublime prime of the Big Ben chime…

For the first time a 5 fer and a ton in the same game…

He already stands tall in the hall of fame…bat and ball.. 

In the field.. got it all ..but makes you dream of what could have been..  

Or still could be...the punter chunter plea..

Crepuscular muscular taunts haunt…grim rasping demons grasping his limbs..tinging..singing impinging…

Why won’t his body and boots be in cahoots …swingeing bingeing like Roots…

No synapses collapses..eschews tussles and issues with muscles tissues and sinews..

Becomes the most impressive.. expressive..leather  wizard…willow warlock..

Our ever present iridescent primal tribal bible…another level devil..

Resilient.. brillant…heroic..stoic..the sort of hard fought cohort

That makes Test cricket the halcyon don of all sport..
Form: Ballad

Premium Member With Fingers Crossed

In love, too callow too young, broken apart by life’s torn and tortured terrain. Hearts beat in unison, will they be together again, fingers crossed—Poet


With fingers crossed,
confessions contorted seep lovely lies
spun timidity of untruth, vapid daunting denials
tussles tossed into love’s requited ring,
an aching hollowness when tender love leaves, 
one will feel its brutal sting
Bestial bees swarm sweet honeycomb,
creatures lost in their pollinated pull of habitual humility 
Ere serendipitous magic surrenders sparks
bated breath abides  a quiet ache,
as shadows descend the psyche predicts, 
a hallowed death, silence bends
With both, fingers crossed and with bated breath,
gestures still swollen in mouths of babes profuse
thus far never dies, only forgetful subterfuge
silenced sentimental souls, one departs
the other collapses, awaits with anticipation
against a waning world with holes in hearts
Echoes of past linger, an anxious expectation
a sacred secret within its power, an empirical upshot
pushed and pulled, swayed from an earlier them
The pull wins every time, more than ever they give in
telling of a palm reader
time p a s t
              times f u t u r e
 summoning, so be it’s
the time 
              i n b e t w e e n
a still point 
              of an apex u n s e e n
is the flame still there or
an illusion playing over time again
They say one must be thinking of the other
if a magical moment recurring 
sweeps a promising prism, the scent of their skin,
a moments cabaret, never-end, ceases life sojourn
That our travels shall come full circle
two ships amongst fleets of stars
hearts the same find their way once more,
never swimming to another’s shore
destiny’s doom or divine decree,       
embraced with open arms should be
what was the purest of love’s charms
Both wished upon the same star 
unfeigned heads held high
they set each other apart
beckoning back from start
spirits unwavering in resolve
on this long night of dimming hope,
venture towards aurora dawning bright
warm and welcoming~
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Perchance

See senses swing
Taut tensile things


Word wonder well
Spread sanguine spell


Time tunnels tense
Seek subtle sense


Ply precious play
Sweet summer strays


Loud laughter leaps
Proud pretence peeps


Claim clever clout
Pose pretty pout


Perchance prompt pay
Storm simple sway


Gloomy grime grey
Misty moods may


Wonder words well
Boom buys bright bell


Free frosty feel
Hurl happy hay


By briskly brook
Lift lasting looks


Charm crispy cheer
Niche nurtures near


End echoes etch
Save succinct sketch


Note nasty nude
Cute clam ours crude


Frame fleeting flame
Toil tussles tame




Leon Enriquez
13 October 2016
Singapore

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