Long Visitor Poems
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To hear voices speak from truth learned,
from exploring the troubled heartbeat,
the fragile wing, the gathering rain,
or from walking in solitude among the brambles,
pierced by thorns without notice.
To watch the struggle of life, a visitor,
and find knowledge from everything seen or done.
To understand the price, that it all matters,
to someone, someplace, at sometime.
To know even a single tear can stain a face,
left as a scar on the warm flesh of innocence.
To find the heart can be a beacon
and find the way out of the dark corridors of confusion.
To move in silence without fear,
when offering a hand of compassion.
To be joyous in the simple fact of being alive
The month May had brought the hottest summer early
Decided to go to our village cottage. Stayed in the cabin with family feel worthy Picked and ate the fruits of juicy orange.
Travelled an hour and reached our hut. Put the key in the lock of the door easily. The door opened with a creak by the result. Something moved in the lodge speedily.
A new visitor had visited our place certainly
That was a huge monitor lizard surely. It produced a rattling sound by striking its tail purposely
Rambled here and there in the room fully.
It's highly forked tongue resembled like a snake
And the new comer licked it's eyes balls frequently His arrival realized our mistake. But we learned to encounter anything mentally.
Had no intention to kill the shy animal badly Which would rather stay away from humans safely.
Atlast the guest went out of the home gladly Felt that it had brought good luck lately.
Sweet flowers of vivid hues so spectacular
Tree jasmine, Michaelia sprayed their scent
all-over
Rolling, playing, sliding kids chuckling with laughter
Ecstacy reached the crescendo with all its joyous
fervour!
Some walked, some sauntered,some jogged -
old and young
Songs of birds and bees soothed the ear; fresh-air
cleansed the lung
Beautiful display of a wonderful race sans rules
and spree to win!
Unseen camera of nature, I wish clicked this
picture so serene!
Symmetrical designing of lawn, fountain, swimming
pool and path
Total relief from a busy life, feel of sauna bath!
Energizes every visitor with its natual healing touch
Rejuvenating and replenishing body,mind and soul
very much!
Shooting bottle caps,
ring finger off thumb.
And a little cake -
the two breaks in half,
fixed with melting wax
and lighter.
Light years of 22
in impromptu breakfast party
then the boy is parting
for Tennessee,
to see to making a few bucks.
Toodeloos to Mom, Dad,
Aunts, Uncles, a random cousin
and a visitor. Who
can refuse to fuse together;
never knowing when
this grouping will reoccur?
Always a little drama, a smile,
too many hugs (we huddle).
Call me. I come. Gather
the troops as todays
don’t come around again,
only the memories; and
they fail to capture
the whole snapshot -
bottle caps bouncing
off familial walls.
I am glad I went to hell
Glad to have met death
Looked at his face, hugged him
Fell to my knees, kissed his feet
Asked If I could stay and live with him
Not today
he whispered
Not today you are just a visitor
But death look
Look
I have been to hell before
So many times if I give it a thought
So much in fact
That every time things are fine
I think that things are great
I just want to stay
What do you say
Death kissed me on my cheek
Licked my face
His breath. Smelled like ashes and death
His breath was romantic in that way
Not yet my friend
You need to see heaven
He said
So that I can finally snatch it from you
I am not really content
To see you here gladly.
Here I am
At night glad I went to hell
Because now I am certain
I am certain to see heaven
She jolted when she heard the forceful knocking at the door
not sure if when it opened who she'd find,
the same reaction to a knock came several times before
much more and she would go out of her mind.
Peeking from upstairs window through a curtain just to check
who it could be at this late time of night,
a man in uniform was leaning back, craning his neck
as she stepped back in shadow, out of sight.
It looked like a Policeman, a patrol car on the drive
good news, or maybe not, ran through her thoughts
but either way she'd made it through another day alive
by staying home a bit more time she'd bought.
Out of her high school class of girls whose christian name was Jane
in just two weeks four out of five had gone
holed up inside suburban fortress, only she remained
alert, awake, afraid, the only one.
Unlock four bolts, take off the chain and move the desk away
then hesitantly opening the door
the nearby street light shone upon her pallid face of grey
as he stepped in and strode across the floor.
Securing the door once again, she asked 'Do you bring news?
Developments at all of any sort?
Is homicide progressing on the identity of who's
behind all this and gonna get 'em caught?”
“ We've evidence”, the Policeman said “ that's moved the case along,
we found the cellphone that made all the calls,
also the record that you heard in background, the same song,
and photos of you plastered on the walls”.
“Thank God! At last, great news , now what?” she gasped after a while
do I know who it is, who it could be?
The officer looked down, nodded his head, then with a smile
said “ Yes, the room was mine- now, come with me”
For contest 'A poem with a chilling twist', sponsor frank Herrera.
7th September 2016
When being little was your super power
adored by grandparents who had gifts of love
always asking do you want more food more money
whatever could not be baked or made
was whisked away to buy from the store
Honeysuckle bushes sweeten the southern breeze
playing in the dirt under apple and pecan trees so fun
baking my skin just right for mosquito bites
yellow sun dancing in the cotton clouds
painting everything it touches with happy rays
sunflowers huge taller than me
with brown hearts to match my own
The door to door salesmen holding his hat
speaking nicely to us and the cat prowling
chasing butterfly in the Carolina sky so blue
The squeaky door means papa home from work
or visitor brings joy gossip and teal tall tales
The houses on sugar creek are charmed armed with character
just like the country folk who live in them
As rainbows slide the sky into eve
We play hide and go seek then chase
fireflies putting them in jars
traffic is slow like the times
And we get all our hearts desires
love food shelter fun and fantasy.
Through dark gray winter days
I wondered where she'd gone,
the squirrel aloof and distant from the throngs,
upon feeding seed and apple treats
she often ventured closer to my feet
and thru the summer and the spring
we sat together enjoying the gatherings
but winter set in chilly, icy and cold
and for awhile she seemed to venture from the fold,
today I saw her waddle and strut
doubled in her size both her tummy and her butt;
she paused at the sliding back door
once again looking for treats and more,
tho her ears appear clipped and short
among the half dozen others in the court
she remains my favorite nimble and chubby
most welcomed visitor stout and tubby.
I was relaxing on the deck when I heard the rustle in the trees
I turned around to see my visitor friend standing on my lawn
Looking at me a bit, before turning around to go out back
So, I followed in a rush through the house to get another look
I stepped onto the side porch to look and to my surprise…
--A big mother bear was sitting down in the grass--
She was just off the steps in front of me, breathing with a huff!
---- My friend was just a cub---!
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I couldn't figure out how to get the second photo in with this one , of the mother walking away in a bit of distance.
Sit here and watch
Buzz of bazaar crowd;
Adrenaline rush
Chinatown fragrance
Odd and strange;
Familiar nostalgia
Old men staring
Blank faces recite;
Long forgotten tales
Age brings unrest
Reflections on mirrors;
Stagnant marshes
When you see me
Do I see you;
Familiar shadows mingle
One by one
You pass me by;
Solitary shadow
Lonely scarecrow
Straw marionette;
Harvest leftover
Day turns to night
Day flushes night;
Royal flush again
So many empty
Taxicabs on prowl;
Missing passengers
Tourist visitor centre
Instant information;
Chinatown hotspot
Evening strollers
Dog leading owner;
Free spirited sprints
News flash: why and how
Who and where;
What happened when?
Leon Enriquez
16 June 2014
Singapore