Long Vine Poems
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Winter Leaves
by Odin Roark
Seemingly adrift
Without care
Emblematic of interim homelessness
Yet
They rest unraked
Awaiting the next frost
The next thaw
The cyclic disintegration
The sequence they know so well
Still
We
The conscious ones
See not the wisdom of their seasonal trial
That arctic-like mission
Taking them to where they need to be
Come spring
The mulch of the winter
Delivers the gift
The nutrients for realizing
Spring’s glory
The cycle’s inevitable reconnect
Some might see it like love
Except nature knows
Without the up down
Bloom /wilting
Life/ death
There is no continuum
Blossoming
Lest we forget
The same tree
Bush
Vine
Doesn’t pack it in
Just because
Temperatures go seasonally cold
When will we learn
The heart
The mind
The being
Like all of nature
Is meant to be susceptible?
And
Like our favorite flower
We too
Are vulnerable
The difference is
The plant knows
Cycles are not only innocent
They are like the nature of everything
Knowing reality loathes tampering
And perhaps
The reason leaves naturally go on
Nurture the next generation
Without agenda
Is they’re gifted over us
They don’t have sentience
To mess them up
So no more shall his haters hate
For the veil of death has made it late
To hate a soul that time has called
To dine and wine in the city of gold.
And his tombstone will eerily stand
Above the grass on the watered land
Where passers-by will donate a tear
To mourn the passing of a jewel dear.
And wayfaring aliens of kindlier blood
Will cast their eyes above the mud
To read the bold nineteen-thirty-nine
And his two names in an italicized line.
They will see there below two-zero-zero-nine,
The time the grape was plucked from the vine.
They will briefly standstill and belatedly mourn
And recall that all must die that before was born.
His only friends – the butterflies during the day
And the crickets who with constant chirping pray,
Will keep faithful watch over his desiccated bones
Throughout his rest beneath the tireless stones.
Early rain falls gently
like his fingers running softly
through her tousled hair
The wind breathes lightly
like his lips treading velvets
on her cheek,along her neck
and across her peach-creamed skin so fair
She dances,she sings
by the cabin down the valley
She feeds little birds
and keeps on humming merrily
Pansies sway in silence
as she walks down the lane
She strolls over the bridge
then cross it back again
She watches the Tuscan sun
set down beyond the prarie
She lays in verdant fields
and dreams of the lost fairy
With noisette eyes so full of love
She follows fluttering wings
of tiny fire-flies
which glisten in night sky
like little lantern lights
Through fragrant vine-yards She runs
and tastes blushed-scents of wine
She journeys through distance
through moments,n memory of time
She holds on to a star
to the edge of glowing moons
She reaches the oasis
beyond the desert dunes
She reaches to the dark woods
to the still sound of his cry
She let hm see her magic
where freedom's kite soar high
She enters in the universe
of his thoughts soft 'tender part
to the cascading passion
in the alley of his heart
Sotto voce a whisper sweet
if by chance we should come to meet
down in the valley where flowers bloom
shall we enter a two way street?
And if by chance this journey's fleet
with passion's effloresce complete
becomes our season's hope renew,
then would we love this vigil treat?
Inside that meadow of bright hues
will you wrap around my curlicues
and climb the tendrils of my vine
kiss me sweetly by heaven's blues?
Will my colors be rich as wine
when you hold me time after time
like the daisies tallish and wild
do you aim to always be mine
Long after sun has hotly smiled
Long after stars ablaze are riled
will you whisper to my petals,
sotto voce and undefiled .
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Night cantors into the mind,
a sable tail paints blackness to the eye
sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing.
Spider sprints across the faceless dream
soul woven in silky-slick yesterday
bike bells, pigtails, over-sweetened lemonade.
Bitter scythe swings a rancid promenade.
Put a chew toy upon the train tracks
for certain the puppy found its way.
He's never coming back.
Youth violently tossed aside,
diamonds turned into clay.
Where's the sun when life marches cold
sun tender heart slung to icy bays.
The sun will softly turn the blinds,
Put rainbows into burned-out eyes.
All things will scar within a stitch of time.
{like bent berries on winter's tangled vine}.
Green shoots will bouton sky into songs.
Place gentle moss over jagged rocks.
Turn the day back into diamonds.
Age back into silver brooks.
Dancing through the trees
In blazing sunshine praise
Beams the light of a new dawn
Awakening hearts to remind
This is a second chance to become
The person you’ve always dreamed
You could be!
Blushing rays in tones of rose
Paint the soul in miracles who know
This is your opportunity to give
The world a part of your hope and
Faith, the part of you that is filled
With thanks for all the love you’ve
Known and all the love you’ve shown
Love that is alive in your soul!
Breathless thoughts whisper
Caressing your soul with feelings
Gentle and alive, like a teardrop
Chasing hopes on a path to the heart
Where there is goodness dreaming
Inspirations filling the mind
Clinging to the vine of enlightenment
Assuring the world that you own
The hope that lingers through you
To awaken other hearts to the knowing
That love is alive and pouring from
Hearts who know Him, the rising Son
The light of God!
Everyone is in a rush, and they are getting ready to board the bus, everyone is going somewhere, for something dynamic is moving in the atmosphere. The weather is fine but there is something moving on the line. The pattern you see is running diagonally towards the sea and a giant tree is blocking the path where you should be.
There is a radius stationed in the sun, pushing the energy towards the earth and I stop a while to measure the distance from the earth to the sun but the forces are strong and the journey is long. Time creeps upon the earth with tears dripping from the sky, lamenting a city that will fall like troy and die.
The Trojan War was fought with love and passion burning from above, but the soul of man is baked in the fate of the earth surrounded by the mystery of his birth. You have searched long and hard to unravel the mysteries of men, but destiny takes him to another place and announces his fate. There is nothing that you can see that I haven’t seen, places hidden from the sun, the moon and the star has answered the call and they walked briskly through the hall.
There are places in the atmosphere that are blowing fresh air, but no one has ever been there, there are strange people living there with human and animalistic nature and gutter snipes living among stagnant water. A helicopter can land there, but there are creatures that can cause you to fear.
I longed for a place to go, where lots of fruit trees grow and juicy grapes running on the vine and a vineyard that is divine. There is no secret line there and no negative energy to make you feel unhappy; there are places I have never been, that is waiting to welcome me and show me what I must see and grant me the courage to be.
Check out that unfamiliar spot on the map and look underneath the felt hat; you placed it there with apple vinegar the last time you went there. Places I have never been waiting to cleanse me of my sins. See you there!
A friend once told me flowers are the smiles from God above.
Put together with the sweetest parts of all his love.
She said he made each different as we would like that best.
And then he added perfume so forever, they’d be blessed.
Roses and magnolias, the sweetest among sweet.
Honeysuckles on a vine, they’re such a lovely treat.
Daffodils that burst in lovely lemon everywhere.
Orchids, oh, so stunning with their regal style and flair.
Peonies are precious as they droop and then they lean.
Gladiolus, I have even seen them grow in green.
Lily of the Valley, with a history that's long.
Their beauty is beyond reproach, their sweet aroma strong.
Countless types and colors, too many here to mention.
They are nature’s loveliest of all of God’s inventions.
After winter’s cold, harsh days, the happiness they bring.
Is sent from up above, they are the smiles that come in spring.
April 6, 2012
We wait the rains over field and meadow
on plain and high country for so long quelled.
To dampen cracked earth, to make all things grow
till the crops are in and the herds have swelled.
Waiting the season’s drought-breaking falls
when the grid’s mighty river turbines turn -
Pacific gales and wild Southern Ocean squalls
on grove and vine and forest silver fern.
Where are the cloudbursts a summer storm brings,
flash of thunderbolts hurled from the sky?
The sunlit circle arc mists of rainbow rings
over catchment to end the long Big Dry.
Soon off the Roaring Forties come the rains
over eastern range and Canterbury Plains -
and soon its dams on river and farm and mill
will April falls return and once more fill.
Written: July 1992
Dear Lord, my soul feels like a empty well, where are you when I feel Ike I need your hide my feelings from you?
Just as Zacchaeus hid up in a tree from you for fear of being seen by you, a tax collector, I also hide from you.
Lord, the silence in my room matches the silence in my soul.I look for you, but find only empty space.
My prayers feel like they hit the ceiling and fall to the floor.Why have you hidden your face from me?
I am weary, thirsty, and longing for a drop of your presence.Yet, I will remember the times you were near.Even in this darkness, I choose to wait for your dawn.
Lord, please come to your church empty, a mask I do not wear. I vine as I am, just as you created years ago, a baby baptized after birth, no waiting allowed, no pomp and circumstance, where was my family?
I wake up each and every day, I lift my body out of bed, yet I wonder why, who’s going to see or look at me.
I will lay here in the field of wild flowers as to seek their beauty for my own.. staring up into the sky, Come My Lord into my heart, your daughter who is empty no longer asking for Help..