Long Ventura Poems
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This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.. Carl Sagan
why lean on my
unmoving breast?
breathe my rest...
climb my milieu...
hull me out
an adventure.
soar amidst
the forest of my branches.
i’ve squirmed as you shimmy up
and scream to be rescued.
i’ve dreaded the hearted-blade
score and singe in my bark.
you’ve left your bloody initials,
therefore, you’ve enslaved
yourSELF TO ME
in thorns and lichens.
i wonder when you kiss
off this puppy love
will you restore my health
or leave the scars of the past?
i wait eternally for your return
with roots sopping tears of regret.
perhaps your progeny approaches -
the wind whispers such vespers to me.
i ache ancient rings of arthritis...
crows nibble nebulously i fear...
in the end’s gratitude for sultry sun
and merciful cups of rain.
goodbye my dear. . .
the lightning strikes
12/28/2019
I am a tree poetry contest
Sponsor:
Delilah Ventura
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
This is such a special lovely island
having spent a wonderful seven days
there in the month of March full of sun
enjoying its sunshine with its warm rays
Spending such peace and tranquility
having mild winds so humid in its climate
the beaches make it a windsurfers paradise
with just 8 days rain yearly, sun on your plate
This island looks barren in many parts
where the goats graze on the open plains
but its beaches are so beautifully long
giving one lovely view to make a start
Its name comes from the Spanish wording
"Fuert" means strong, "Ventura" means winds
the delicacy of its Majorero cheese
bringing many visitors to say taste, please
This island wasn't found till the 15th Century
but it exceeded all native expectations
Caleta de Fuste, where we stayed, is a super resort
sun sand and even seals make it a sensation
(Having spent a wonderful week on the island of Fuerteventura, one of the group of islands that makes the Canary Islands which sits 100 kms off the North African coast, it was a week of wonderful sunshine, great views, and lovely food. So this is a little piece written to show poetically what a lovely island it truly is.)
Stars play so pretty in your hair
As you lose your gravity to my heart
Planets spin lazily in the contours of your eyes
If I remove my face mask, will we be able to
breathe together? And if we are pulled apart would the
Universe fade out?
On the moon I promise you the earth and mean it.
You laugh.
I am very much in love until very much in love
Becomes a poem, very much in love, very much in
love,
Very much in love. Our love is the poem, every
line, every word. You laugh I love, I remember when
I held the door for you. I remember when I offered
you my seat. I remember when you took it. The
seat was my poem, my poem to you; better than
a carving on a tree. The seat ran on petrol, drove
around town, a mobile poem. My poem just drove
down Ventura Blvd. Since we broke up it searches
for other poems. i wish it luck.
mistakenly me...
I was walking down the street minding my own business
It was near dusk it was getting dark walking across the line onto the sidewalk
I was by chance inquiring in my inquisitiveness wondering what the siren was What was the business?
As one police car railed by me
I imagined and thought what if they were looking for me
And then suddenly and my peripheral vision I did see
Heading toward me police officer rallied saying halt as he approaches me
Mistakenly me
Following his loud boisterous instructions as he tells me to get on my knees
By the time I get down and get there he already has me my hands in the air
He cuffs me, seemingly unfair read my Miranda rights in 4 seconds it seems
I was told this is suspicion the suspect matched my description
We were both African American medium brown with black curly hair?
But alas the suspect was six foot three, well I'm only just 5 foot 6
The suspect was skinny unlike me with a media muscular built
Mistakenly me
Seem not to matters to them though all I needed was one of color or you see
The assailant had lied accuser had lied to save herself from an alibi
Just because I was close to matching I was placed without compassion inside
a jail cell
Guilty until proven innocent how is incarcerated being a look alike mistakenly me
Until my trial date my freedom is inadequate
Stopped question handcuffed UT and in prison...
This is how that night I was someone losing my freedom
Freedom to nothing to somebody I am mistakenly me
Now proven innocent released and forgiven
freedom to nothing to something, I've been exonerated forgiven;
Mistakenly me
3/22/19
Freedom to Nothing to Something Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Delilah Ventura
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
my arms once relaxed
and warm
but shadows reveal
boy and father silhouettes
alongside the jagged fireplace stone
and a creaking uttered
in the bowels of the floor underneath.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
i slowly
breathe
an icy breath
as if
room temperature’s
dropped
below freezing.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
recalling
how my cousin
saw
the chair
rocking
with nobody there.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
but from my innermost place,
i slap myself
a couple times:
‘put your big girl panties on’
i turn up the lights
*broadway on steroids*
and call down peace.
for though i can believe in such things,
my greater belief
supersedes.
my arms
are once again warm —
flesh and blood
prevails!
11/6/2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Delilah Ventura
War time department
Will not accept defection back in doors
Parody of film available
Dow Jones industrial
Cannot re accept bottom value
Lady lucks paying up the flag again
These folks don't make it
Per capita grief
Early spend
We have mess hall television also, kendall
Ventura county skid row tents not up
Zero coordination
Zero staff
No advertising industry pertaining to homekey letters
State non existent in thousand Oaks California
Federal lifeline tents not up at the ready
Diversion of speech
Diversion of federal service is
obstruction of coordinator
I am standing in
As press
Mandate dictates
Mandated law, life costs money, keep spending
At no point is order diverted
Budget in waiting needs only push forward
Coordinators not printing law lost in corruption
Inactive positions have resignation to indictment.
Reserved proactive response has limit to appearance
By defecting.
By defecting all departments are emptied
Tax is liened heavily in probe of illness
Assets and locomotion are removed
Tit for tat is always at hand
Spiralling home
The lockout is obstruction
First rotation of labor call
Paid time off
Vacation and retirement eligible personnel
Head towards water
Obstruction to relief in coordination
Please allow staff overflow outreach and key erasure
News summit of bargain as budget allows
Enjoy
dark horses, flashing wild eyes & lolling tongues
minions of masters blind secrets, colliding on
judgement day
the watchmen, pencils poised, stream data weighing
heavily on balance sheets, despite muffled screams
invisible ants regurgitate from force fed robo-calls
somewhere, below the border between heaven & hell
Jesse Ventura, head bobbing in disbelief, watches
concertina wire, growing quicker than phases of the moon
as freedom ebbs endlessly, no flow in sight
radio waves, linked directly to the message
flash headlines mocking our escape
in time, herds of cattle, single-file, cling, head-to-tail
a slow shuffle, over the abyss
.......on election day
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Health and human services of Ventura county
Labor dispute
Has refused key access to governor newsom
In orders legislated
Denied rights of homekey assignment
And resigned account
The total loss of life is significant
Occupation of excess in Union
Against better
Refuse bettered man
Consort of treason
Record in account held as quieted palms
Sacrifice
Order to report otherwise
Internal review
Of publicly provided access
interpretations end
As corrected
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Teardrops might have an explanation, with reasons.
Those teardrops often happen without reasons, too.
And dreams are one of a similar kind, I am sure.
An uncertain mixture of joy and sadness, true.
Rays of Sunlight were reflecting on my green, leafy branches.
Raindrops touched those leaves with a softer, tapping sound.
I could feel the squirrels hopping, and hear those birds chirping.
"I am a tree!" I exclaimed. A murmuring breeze passed around.
I woke up in my dream, I felt unsure, I do not know why
In my dream, I was missing just one unique, little friend.
A perfect place could be so imperfect for obvious reasons
Yet, I was dreaming, I felt it entirely secure in my mind.
1/7/2020
I am a tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura |