Long Valleys Poems
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I laid in my bed
Blankets wrapped around my ankles
My mind wondered why should I awaken
I was living in that world between sleep and reality
My mind takes me to places I always wanted to see
Lands lost to time
Brightly lit cities millions of miles away
I meet people who I never would have met
If I were in the real world
People of legends
Told of in long lost ancient tongues
They sit with me and we talk about the meaning of life
Sharing their wisdom in marble temples
Looking around it is an entire world
There are valleys lush with tropical plants
Their skies filled by deep green leaves
Birds of red, blue, violet and yellow
Fill the air with a symphony of sounds
Notes melding into a perfection of music
Mountains, blue and snow-capped
Unexplored and never seen
I can see women whose beauty is beyond compare
Share a drink with me in dark taverns
They tell me about their feelings
And, occasionally they give me a kiss
It is a world that I know well
It is a place where I am accepted for who I am
Then I awake
The lands, the music and the women
Fade into the morning light
My eyes focus
My mind sharpens
The real world invades my thoughts
But I remember that when the sun sets
My eyes will close and once again
I will be in a world of my own creation
And I tomorrow morning
I know I will not want to awake
And I will ask
Why can’t I stay asleep
Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I
Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch
You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no one to embrace you in the grave.
The joys of love are for the living.
But in Acheron, dear virgin,
we shall all lie dust and ashes.
—Asclepiades of Samos, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Let me live with joy today, since tomorrow is unforeseeable.
?Michael R Burch, after Palladas of Alexandria
Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night:
his owner’s faithful Maltese...
but will he still bark again, on sight?
?Michael R Burch, after Tymnes
Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks;
our cat bit off your unlucky head; my offended heart still balks!
I put you back together again and buried you, so unsightly!
May the dark earth cover you heavily: heavily, not lightly...
so she shan’t get at you again!
?Michael R Burch, after Agathias
Hunter partridge,
we no longer hear your echoing cry
along the forest's dappled feeding ground
where, in times gone by,
you would decoy speckled kinsfolk to their doom,
luring them on,
for now you too have gone
down the dark path to Acheron.
?Michael R Burch, after Simmias
Wert thou, O Artemis,
overbusy with thy beast-slaying hounds
when the Beast embraced me?
?Michael R Burch, after Diodorus of Sardis
Dead as you are, though you lie as
still as cold stone, huntress Lycas,
my great Thessalonian hound,
the wild beasts still fear your white bones;
craggy Pelion remembers your valor,
splendid Ossa, the way you would bound
and bay at the moon for its whiteness
as below we heard valleys resound.
And how brightly with joy you would leap and run
the strange lonely peaks of high Cithaeron!
?Michael R Burch, after Simonides
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Where black-necked cranes come to chat with me
In the company of wine and deep brown honey
Flowing from apple twigs in the heavenly valley
Of Bumthang , carved into the sublime Himalayas
By glacial melt and monsoon rains in collaboration
Giving rise to lovely landscapes offering relaxation
In Buddha’s silence, there lies my dream destination
To fill some vacuum in a week of my next vacation
In the north east of the Indian subcontinent where
Beautiful girls and Buddhist monks are very sincere
(Bum refers to girls and thang a flat piece of land)
Everywhere you will see Buddha’s lifted hand
In consonance with the land an ever demure voice
Of Buddhism says: go to the mystic blue and rejoice
Along the murmur of icy rivers and lakes everywhere
Pink rhododendrons exude fragrance in the fresh air
Flowers red, yellow, pink, white, lilac, green and blue
For our sore minds and thirsty psyche all these hues
In the shades of Pine and Oak monasteries as a nest
The imposing peaks descend here to take a little rest
Four charming valleys, Tang, Ura, Choekhor, Chumey
Will greet us in a smile on our trip to Bumthang valley
Morning is wakened here by blue-capped rock thrush
Beside the flapping flags the gurgling streamlets gush
Where Gross National Happiness instead of GDP
Determines economic progress of the society
Come, dear friend, to join me in the amazing journey
From the chains of self to a deep sense of infinity
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February 13, 2016
Holy! Holy! Holy!
Is your name!
Our beloved Father,
who are in heaven
above.
Shower upon all your creation
streams of living water
flowing down from
heaven above.
All because of your love.
The rocks and hills
praise your holy name.
The hills and valleys
proclaim your holy claims.
You are the GOD over all the nations.
Your kingdom is coming!
Your will is being done
over all of the earth.
Granting your people spiritual
rebirth.
You grant your people their daily bread.
By your spiritual provisions they are lead.
You forgive us our trespasses. We
are also to forgive; if within us
your Holy Spirit does live.
You will not lead us into temptation.
You will deliver us by your mighty arm.
By keeping us from all evil and all harm.
Your people have no cause for alarm.
You will lead and guide us.
Yours alone is the kingdom, and the power
and the glory forever and forever more!
What wonderful blessings from above
are in store. Flowing from shining sea
to peaceful shore A-Men
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
April 22, 2019
We tramp along the fire-trail to see a water view;
The sand is damp from morning rain, and imprints of our shoes
Are stamping in beside the chequered tracks of cycle tyres
As Brett relates the names of trees and flowers we admire.
Ahead of all the others, Catherine strides for fitness’ sake,
Behind her we are chatting as we walk a slower pace,
The little child among us plays with his MacDonald’s toy;
We bring the city with us like a trundling horse of Troy.
Repeated fluted notes of hidden butcher-birds in song
Are drawing us to scan the treetop places they belong,
And there a pair of wanderers, two orange butterflies,
Are touching wing to wingtip as they bumble through the skies.
Horizons panoramic – hill to hill of living green,
And valleys dipped in liquid blue, are all that can be seen,
Except a mini-motor-boat that writes in straight white bands,
Except a distant model train that's smaller than my hands.
And then a misting rain begins to smudge the lines with grey,
And boats and trains and roads and homes in fog are blurred away.
We walk again between the trees; their leaves, our skins are pearled:
The gentle dew of innocence falls softly on the world.
Deserts, forests, oases, mountains, and valleys called him
The cliffs that touched the skies had mystic wisdom to impart.
Within the waters of the endless Spirit, he must swim.
He should, like the spring sun, shine with Abba's sparks in his heart.
Forty days and nights, he fasted and prayed, the scripture says.
Shouldn't seeds stay in the womb of the soil to be reborn?
The galaxy of Trinity must shred its holy rays.
Earth and sky must meet. Virtues, like flesh and blood, must be worn.
Did the temptation to work wonders for fame win his will?
Did he, like Israel, fail in his love for his father?
Could the urge to act against the scriptures evince its skill?
The furor over the evils, hence, he did not bother
To fulfill the worldly rites, he received John's baptism.
Who did realize, then, that he was beyond any ism?
Marco and Laura quite the pair
Out for fun, a teenage tear,
Blind to mayhem, filled with verve
Little caring where they swerve.
Mountains, valleys, cities, towns,
Their antics met by fear and frowns,
Spawned as orphans, wild from birth,
One only goal, to roam the Earth.
Frenzied action fills their days,
Movements masked by rain and haze,
Gaining strength at every turn,
Willful acts of no concern.
Yet amongst the Gulf’s blue sky's
A very special wonder lies,
Blooming Lovers set to meet
Another show of Nature's feat.
Conjoined as one an awesome sight,
Youthful ardor morphing into might,
Locked in embrace their story told,
Destined to love but never to get old.
How blessed I am that you are in my life
Amazing grace whistles through the valleys one tune
You make my body sizzle with your kisses
Fireflies light up blazes in a night sky faraway
I enjoying my dreams and fantasies
Where the sunsets and kisses the moon goodnight
And everything will happen because of you
Within starlight flashing blossoms explode beautiful
No mountain's reach so high
On the peak of every promise colours rainbows
I love you for many reasons
Some beyond the human grasp of reality
I’ve never had such thoughts before
Holding hands walking away with sunlight
I listen to the sound of your heartbeat
Golden tasting chocolate melting echoes
A sweet and soulful symphony
Reaching the highest temple of an angel's choir
On a thrilling journey to a lovely place
Distant drum rolls howling chants in winds of time
A Collaborated Poem 18.12.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid :)
(Unrymed Couplet )
I awake from a distant dream....
Thinking of all I'd seen
Remembering what was in my mind's eye
Sad thoughts of a time gone by
I remember the heat of the desert and dangers of camouflage men
of small remote villages.......and the people within
I recall a child.......I can still see her smile
Black was her hair, her hands they were oh so small
I can still see her face.........I remember it all
Erelah, yes that was her name
ever since I met her, my life's not been the same
She'd come to our station almost everyday
coming for her hunger, always to play
running round and round, hiding from us all
I still hear her laughter........ I remember it all
Such a small girl, born into a ruthless world
A world where men prey upon men, and life is simply discarded like sand to the wind
Sunlight and shadows
One illuminates while the other falls
Days become weeks, as distant voices call............
Messages of distress come over the wire
speaking of death, fire
of a small village, of evil men who rape, murder, and pillage
Cloaked with the tools of Azreal, the tarmac erupts
Awash in wind and sand, we are lifted into the air
Nap-of-the-earth quickly, mountains, valleys pass by fast
Distant souls burning, as we come upon the village at last
Pyre smoke engulfs the senses, swirling around and round
Hovering high above, we swiftly descend to the ground
Toils of men are soon revealed in the dawn's light
The departed are scattered about as we scour for life
One burnt structure to another
We find nothing but hopelessness and despair
Only the dead and the dying, Iblis has been here
I peer into a doorway, and to my sadness I see
Little Erelah laying by her mother, still deep in a dream
But from this dream she'll not awake, nor shall she ever play
for her innocence and life were taken, both on this day
Never to learn to read, never to learn to write
Never to run and sing again, due to man's mindless strife
I promised to protect the children ever since that day
And always defend them against man's evil ways
And never ever forget her
That angel from above, or her simple message
LOVE.........
To me she was a moment of Spring, in a lifetime of endless Winter
She is but a dream..........
An earthen pathway long forgotten
For many ages left untrodden
A relic not ruined but long forsaken
By dusty feet, this road’s not been taken
Through whispering woods, to ford flowing waters
Across fertile fields, through verdant green valleys
Who can say where it now shall wander
Through lands that wars have split asunder
What memories now will be unspoken
Their secrets forever lie unbroken
Friends’ councils ignored, a warning unheeded
Words spoke in anger to end a nation
Death to the people who once lived and thrived
A people whose rulers clashed and strived
Proud kings to wisdom listened not
Mustered the armies, the battle they fought
Decimation, demise, a people destructed
The sole remnant of which is a road long abandoned
What wages will teach us the cost of our actions
Why must we split into divided factions
A people’s legacy, all that’s left is a road
Remember it well, for we reap what we sowed.