Long Twinkling Poems
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Is there fresh roasted coffee?
Is there warm cake for breakfast?
Yes, there is dark coffee, yes there is cake.
Did the small blue plate wash its face?
Does the buttery table
spread under the sun like a meadow?
Yes, the twinkling plate and the salty table
are laid sunny side up.
Are there rats in the walls?
Are there scurrying roaches?
One can ever be sure about such things.
Will there be work? Will there be words?
Will words hang in the air like china dolls?
Will their eyes be open?
Yes, there will be the happy and the sad,
and those that hang eyeless in-between.
Will there be something?
Yes, you may sleep or awaken,
while your body remembers what to do.
Yes, there will be something.
How can you say
with your not quite straight face
that you neither know nor care
anything of God, or gods,
or exotic goddesses
or ghosting holy spirits?
That's like saying you don't care for any love today,
or believe in rain during a drought,
yet feel gratitude for sacred Earth's holistic medicine,
all the grace-filled rain that came some other place and day,
even if not this dry and cracked today.
Like saying you don't believe in music
and dance
and sex
and pleasure
and passion
and red and purple and pink and yellow bruised violet sunsets.
How could you not care about creative becoming?
Regeneration of interdependent life?
The future peaceful home of our prospering grandchildren?
Health care and assurance?
Social and environmental securities?
Anti-social anti-ecological irreligious insecurities?
AnthroObscene LoseAnthroMinds/LoseEarthBodies
mutually assured destroying war games
and re-creative multicultural sacred/organic gardens
pantheistically loving
peace-thriving fragrant and beautiful Beloving Communities.
How can you pretend
with that half-smirk
that this Earth Goddess
we democratically garden together
is no one you could wisely know
or deeply care about?
To co-redeem a master gardener's wildest dreams?
To love into integrity's holy nature/spirit wealth
by divesting of manmade hypocrisy,
thinking we could sufficiently name,
much less commodify, God
without re-creating passions
and pleasures of organic Paradise.
Why would you take a pass
on digging into Earth's co-passionate
fully humane mind/body divinity?
This could not be true
not really you
not the Self with polyculturing Others
past and future right now within
and without your own,
but never owned, passion
to prefer sacred cooperative pleasure's
indigenously natural wisdom.
How can you know
we're not gods and goddesses
in our health-gardening integrity?
in our potential for harvesting regenerativity?
economic and politically fertile
sync-tensegrity,
love of full-stretch multi-colored jazzy soul livity.
You know you want to dance in cornrows
and sing with bird choirs
as god and goddess
within and on,
for and of Mother Gorgeous Gaia's
embryonic wounded womb
elationally awaiting Golden Ruling garden bliss
Or, did I miss something
in that twinkling
of your somewhat straight-faced lie?
I 'm here at the grave site
Where your grave stone
Your final resting place
I read the headstone
A brief history of your full name, your birth your test days
Sunrise sunset
You're below the ground entombed covered
By dirt and grasses
No you're not here
Not here
You're not in your casket, coffin
You're not in them clothes
You're not encased in those now skeleton remains
Was it a twinkling of an eye
Your by His side
Was it in rapture day did you fly away
I stand here at the foot of your grave and you are not here
Yet here, you are
You're not here What!!!
Yet here you are in my heart
And with you the children of you and ours God's love
You're Not Yet Here Darling ...
8/22/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
and in my dream fantasy ...
I find my beloved Chimera horse
he is quite beautiful, magical and wild
with great feathery wings breathtaking
his mane is a flowing river when he runs
his coat striking brownish shades of brindle
we leap and fly in my dreamy dream ...
~ over forests lush in hues of green
and valleys deep ... dark with mystery
my own hair a golden river streaking in the night
oh, my heart swells with love for Chimera
as the moon sails across the sky
Chimera and I drink
in the night and stars ...
he knows my emotions like when I am sad
and gives me kisses and nudges his affection
sometimes we lay on the cool grass
my head on his body looking up at the twinkling above
and he feels so real to me
not a figment and not an illusion
but a real breathing lovely horse
he just happens ... to have wings ...
~ he found me in a dream years ago
and comes to me unbidden to soothe
my weather-stained soul and broken heart
oh, moon, your light is failing ...
... and Chimera must fade away
___________________
April 2, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Chimera
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1343-524-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, This And That, Vol 1
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 04/10/2021
Fifth Place
The cold air makes the snow squeak
under your feet, as you walk.
And a sky of twinkling stars
will guide Santa's sleigh this eve.
Children are snuggled in bed,
dreaming of Christmas morning.
And parents share smiles and hugs,
filled with the joy this night brings.
Eaves strung with colored lights,
houses decorate the night.
And Santa Claus gets airborne,
with the help of Rudolph's nose.
The air is filled with music
as Christmas carolers sing.
And neighbors greet each other
in a cheerful, friendly way.
We celebrate Jesus's birth,
in a most befitting way.
For giving away presents
reminds us all of His love.
Christmas is a time of cheer
that's felt on no other day.
And a festival of faith,
cherished by both young and old.
(Blank Verse)
12/9/2016
I fail to hear musical notes playing upon the breeze,
but I can see golden leaves rhythmically swaying.
It must be a winter sonata making snowflakes tumble
on this cold night meant for sleigh rides and romance.
Emotions flow in melodies on a magical night like this
for those in love, those who discern lyrics and chorus.
Moonlight's glow rests softly on the heads of lovers
as they kiss beneath myriads of twinkling celestial stars.
The sonata builds from a slow adagio to an allegro beat.
It's a symphony played on the wind no piano can match.
No stringed instruments. It's not a cantata written for
voices singing of love and what the future may hold,
but it's as picturesque as a snow globe winter scene.
There are silhouettes of pine trees dancing in firelight,
as embers spark inside of those who hold on to each other.
Like fluttering butterflies, they feel love within their hearts.
Once the music starts beneath snow draped branches,
they hear the rhythmic beat of their own kind of music,
and the emptiness of solitude no longer saddens their souls.
Each completely aware and content with Winter's Sonata.
Walt and Melvin,
Were two little boys
Who were both bored
With their ordinary toys
Walt looked up to the table,
And said to Mel
"Do you think we will be able,
To make a new toy with that?"
"What's that?" said Mel,
Putting on his dunces' hat.
Mum's watermelon she bought us to eat
An enormous watermelon,
Mum thought it would be a treat
Do you think we are able?
To lift it off the table.
And lift it off they did
They scooped out the middle
And cut off the lid
It amazed both the children
What secrets this fruit hid.
When they had finished
This giant fruit said,
Get in, boys,
Although it was time to go to bed
As they got in, the Melon made a toot,
And up into the sky, this vehicle did shoot.
You may be thinking that the boys
Might be afraid.
They were delighted with
The magic toy they made.
The watermelon was magic,
That was for sure.
It conversed with the twinkling stars,
And the creatures on the
Shore.
They poked their tongues out at the moon,
As they went rushing by,
Honked at a fat pig,
Who said that pigs could not fly?
They saw a meteor falling from the sky.
They all laughed and shouted out.
Thanks for dropping by.
They saw pink elephants,
And other animals too,
All different colours,
To animals seen in the Zoo.
The watermelon was,
The greatest of fun,
Sadly he told the boys,
They had to return to Mum,
The giant fruit turned around,
And with the loudest Boom
The two little boys were sitting,
Crossed leg in the dining room.
Both looking at the table,
Where the watermelon had sat,
Sadly it had landed on the floor,
With a resounding SPLAT!
In the dark of night, I see it rise
A shadowy figure, a deep disguise
A force that's strong, and bold, and true
It's blackness, spreading out anew
It blankets the earth in a shroud of dark
Enveloping all in its powerful mark
The stars themselves seem to dim and fade
As blackness takes over, in a grand parade
It's not a thing to fear, this darkness here
For in it lies the essence of all that's clear
The deep, rich blackness that fills the night
Is the very thing that gives us sight
For in the blackness, we see the stars
Twinkling bright, and near, and far
We see the moon, with its silvery glow
Reflecting the light that it does bestow
So let us not fear the blackness that reigns
For in it lies beauty, and wonder, and gains
Let us embrace the night, and all it brings
And marvel at the glory that blackness sings.
Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,
To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,
Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;
Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!
We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.
Judy Ball
"BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET;
WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES.
IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.
1Corinthians 15:51-58
For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest
Her parents ,named her Gorgeous
Yusuf perhaps if, she was a boy
Born in the morning almost sunrise
Made her first sound same time as the birds
For her beauty a lot would be deducted
Even the sun hid behind the clouds in shame
The stars would come when she is asleep
And take advantage if she slept long that's the morning star
Then at an advanced age she got more desirable
And with it the boys longed for her
In fear of rejection they never approached
But watched her walk with dropped jaws
A new one arose his name was Kral
His heart was like that of Hercules
Never afraid of taking a step ahead
Never lost any a thing he fought for
Then they met not planned but it seemed
She gazed and he starred, for a while they did
He was startled by her beauty he never saw this kind
She was caught by his eyes and his fit figure
But she felt she was of a higher class
He felt he did not need to chase her
After a while he left for his original home
She could not see him her ego did not let her ask
Age advanced now thirty yet no man by her
Then the sun rose in a clear blue sky
She could not sleep and the stars were bright and twinkling
Even the moon was shining
If a firefly struts the brightest
Its lie lasts only upto sunrise
The beauty of the Sun
Can not be compared
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