Long Unrolls Poems
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Beacon of a thousand rainbows
shines through uniquely true
Priceless warm touching lips kiss golden glowing petals
Sailing away into another world
Sands turning over salted spice
Time stands still
Rising tides kissing tenderly
Upon the seventh crest Beholding you
Arrowhead of Cupid
Striking deeply surf falling
as the carpet unrolls
Before the eyes
Batting lashes holding warm feelings flash glorious
Soulful touching mist shawls
walking inside the enchanted garden silver shadows tango
Sweetheart scent of forgetmenots enter
Lingering fragrant aroma breathless whispers sigh
Softly the petals gently brush with satin embracing fingers embroidered deeply
Lips of One soul warmly kissing heartbeats stop
Spirit of mead drunken soul
Within your beauty intoxicated
The warm air shimmering outward liquid gold dazzling light of illusions
Reflections shine forever you
In a purple haze beaming with bright colours
Golden sets in the horizons dawning dream magic
faraway distant yawning glistens
forever mornings awaken
Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted
tongue
to level the valley
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.
* * *
A full closet of linens,
I oftentimes find
the beach in symphony;
the hour arching shoreline a stable bow
whose melody is fizz of the ocean.
It is there, beneath a balcony of velvet celebrity,
the sand receives the water,
bends at the lunar altar,
and acknowledges a driftwood cloud.
* * *
There is a weed of sadness woven
through untilled soil
in this garden of thorns kept far from their rose,
where, still, I cannot help
but to tap my feet to the hum of this ancient rhythm,
anxious for movements left uncomposed,
my ear tightly pressed to a frail pink shell,
swelling in ghostly lullaby.
7/9/2019
Submitted for: Music Themed Poetry Anthology
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
We are but patches in life’s quilt—
Tangled together,
Woven as one.
Pull on a thread,
Watch us unravel.
Ignore my thread, and I disappear.
Ragged, jagged knots.
Rocks in my fists.
Bound in silence,
Kneeling like a penitent saint,
Hands stigmata-bright on shattered glass.
A disciple of death.
I watch behind the curtain:
Frayed. Treacherous.
Mister looks my way.
Sad eyes, owlish.
Kohl-ringed and ostentatious.
Painted into empty space.
Looking like a child
But feeling like a crime.
I am an innocent—
At least, tonight.
Mister.
Master of life’s loom.
Each patch a life.
A love. A desire.
A lost love.
A tragic loss.
Broken hearts
Beat on
In the tempo
Of the buzzing loom.
One patch is a baby’s bib.
Another: wedding lace.
A hospital band, frayed and thin.
A birthday hat with candle stains.
A scrap of denim from work-worn knees.
A veil still scented faint with rain.
A theater glove with glittered seams.
A funeral shroud with stitched-in names.
And when the last patch finds its place—
Frayed edge beside a golden thread—
The loom hums low, then comes to rest,
Its task complete, no spool left bare.
The quilt unrolls beyond the stars,
Draped across time’s silent breath.
Galaxies hemmed in grief and joy,
Nebulas stitched from second chances.
We are but patches—torn, adorned—
Yet sewn into the sky’s own cloth.
Each life a color.
Each loss, a light.
The universe,
The woven intake of breath.
Boy,
When all is said and done
Like a mighty uncanny wind to by pass
Let it not be ever a whistle thereof
When in youth you sprout forth
And be a determined shoot
To avenge the wrath of retardation
And in the light walk right
Avenge boyish dreams
And cast away the dilemma of hangovers
The salted myths of the dozed off giants
Or the imminent fear of extinct volcanoes
Let the future afore be cast sane
Or like a sea ashore
Sands of time ashore to beckon
And be a poor boy plays pebble plays
Then avenge your avid desires
And mould them into a dream to reckon
A force that unrolls the planet a tune
Zigzagged ways pulled right
Akin to this
Passion to grab a life of your own
For in this there is no mountain!
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
As the hail blows down snow mountain
falling white flakes a carpet unrolls
Warm tenderness
touching the heart
inside gentleness flutters
Within ice winds cutting deeply one smiles
Faith sings skipping
into joyous beats
so many good people embrace happiness
With tender loving care
Centre of gold
Innermost sanctuary
opening gates pearl drops
Universal beauty you are the salt of this earth
Holding forever temple colouring rainbows
with your divine purity
I pray always for grace
With it an angel appears
Adding wings to your heart
love is restored in a lasting kiss
14 years confused on a pitch without the goals
never knowing how I fell through so many holes
as each I fell through another would unfold
the brain just couldn't process storing in the vault
to later analyse and process the result
but storage overflowed and the circuit cut short
a breakdown stopped their process postponing the report
the brain was overwhelmed from continuous assault
it's called a mental breakdown retreat from the revolt
rebooting only vital zones and limiting your thoughts
thanks to overwhelming stress continuous and cold
flight or fight for too long sees hormones flood the skull
changing how the mind works and the person on the whole
misdiagnosed depression through symptoms it unrolls
but rain floods are not a sea these hormones will dissolve
psychiatric injury doesn't stay until you're old
it's not a mental illness that doctor can't solve
injuries repair themselves, a bruise a scar a hole
people caused your pain, don't let them be involved
my eyes meet up with yours as we walk
the swans flying form a heart as they flock
we jump holding hands off the edge of the dock
the summer water is a refreshing as can be
swimming together out to the old rock
as the sunset shatters into the sea
getting closer as the day starts to disappear
for warmth and to ease your constant fears
water slowly dripping off us like little tears
I’m so damn happy to be here and so is she
nothing all around us not even the pier
as the sunset shatters into the sea
“I love you” is done without being said
the sky around us is changing red
holding each other close in our water bed
like birds leaving a cage we are now free
breaking the halo that once sat on her head
as the sunset shatters into the sea
the rock is like a mountain above the skies
watching the waves of life quickly pass us by
the scroll of childhood unrolls before my eyes
locking up my youth and throwing away the key
understand now that time really flies
as the sunset shatters into the sea
Cape, strength and the mask- of one in disguise
dawn, the light shinning through- here in my world
Oh.. to see your identity- those eyes
Dodging everything at you being whirled
My Superman!! Defender of things right
Power, your ability to stand tall
here in my world, shining through, is your light
lift me where I belong- above it all
A fairy-tail, a fantasy, some bliss
truth, somersaults- while flying out of sight
My hero- you are something just like this
Dodging everything, even Kryptonite
Cape, strength and the mask- of one in disguise
Oh.. to see your identity- those eyes
___________________________
- Just a little Scribble -
Songs ~
The Chainsmokers and Coldplay- Something Just Like This
3 Doors Down - Kryptonite
~ Superman unrolls, a suit before he lifts
She said- “I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts” ~
The map unrolls, a skin of dust
where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust.
I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar...
place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier
than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost...
A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost
within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep...
A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face
though the eyes hold echoes of a storm!
The history etched strangely warm
borrowed grief, a second skin I wear
conceals scars, wounds I cannot bear.
A raven calls from a bleached white tree
a language older than time, the bones of me.
Its shadow stretches, long n out of place
across a sun-blackened, desolate place.
In this dreamscape, my essence fled.
A testament of words better unsaid, unread!
Foreign soil clings, stubborn, dark embrace
reflecting back lost a vacant face.
In stillness, a faint whisper sighs
you search mirrored eyes
meaning n memories...
A land you left behind
names you can't recall or hide...
A journey destined to fall...further inward
strangest sights reside as I…
Dissolve upon the burning tide.