Long Vista Poems
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A fade factor that is imperceptible in its licence.
“Did we set in train something that day we met?
The law is an ass.
The lawn is an ass and maybe ASS we are reminiscing like?”
Nigella wistfully with a gratuitous grin this time.
This day was a nab and seize for a second pause for solid recount.
Oh what a different mystical era it was in Nigel and Nigella’s formative age.
The simplicity of this area, though a shelter, fed off the pervasive advent of black and white television, electricity pylons, and familiar tone presenter radio.
How Nigel and nigella whilst living in birdnest style buildings didn't succumb entirely to a drab rut though they found themselves cramped.
A store of light tinge whimsy memories linger against a backdrop to a burgh whose population were in a state of flux with an element in a sneaky outward creep to an “Elsewhere Nirvana.”
At least for the time being though suspenseful.
The town itself was sandwiched by a concentric vista of numbingly lush pastures with gates for a suite of animals, donkeys, among the more popular pet of choice despite being on the receiving end of comedians and their rustic sleights and barbs.
An idyllic garden ringfenced this condensed area which once had an ample size but a quiet trickle exodus that might be a chimera.
Go ahead!
Break me wide open
spread me out thin
Thin...as the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin
Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape
push me away from you with each forceful roll
extend me
in our mutual exertion to define it
Yes...do straighten me slowly carefully gently lovingly...this time
as the white page spread beneath the 17th century palm in hopeful contemplation
Indeed serious intent born of the preciousness of the white page alone
Can you feel the writer catching his breath with which to begin
Yes I FEEL YOU catching yours just now
In brave... bravest planned intent
So... this time break me wide
But also.... then true
The confession after the lie that has lain between us for years in good stead
As the little perfect pale egg in your bowl on any given Saturday morning
with a single sudden tap
just a brisk strike
...spoken from bowed head and with averted eyes
that you will insist on bringing round to meet mine
Lest I find weakness in your delivery and once more deny you this
Go ahead...try to write out the final passages of this our tall and long tale
You may use an ink well if you wish and a quill
If it will add romance...ambiance
nuance
But first you will need to erase...the expression on your face when you last saw me for the first
Your face filled with the sudden sunlight of your own unencumbered sunrise breaking wide open
across your tired sky
at the first crest of my visage embrace
With pupils dilating and grin spread vista wide across yours only breathtaking gorgeous lined face
Go ahead mine truest love
Break me wide open for the sky
that I can love the world in perfection
Before I die
The silence of the ocean is the melody of madness,
She thought to herself…
Ever since the broken dawn,
When she woke up to the muffled songs
Of her imaginary bird,
She viewed the towers of her fate
As the beanstalk,
That led to Her heaven:
Through the window, with the shattered panes,
Saw the sky amidst the smoke,
The newspaper boy with the millionaire-dreams,
An old lady with the princess themes,
Stories she framed for children afar,
Dwelling across the seasons of war..
She smelled the blood of her heart
As roses for the Queen,
Closed her eyes and dreamt of wings,
For her imaginary bird..
Slumber, Oh! Slumber..do so beguile?
‘cause they were charms of the happy mind!
Foolish fantasies that promised plight
To Her heaven,
She woke up to the shambles from space,
Led by the lightning of her blood,
That were once for the Queen..
Black ashes of Her Roses,
Afloat on the silent ocean,
And Dust that profoundly blurred the vista
Of Her dead soul,
Pecked on by
Her imaginary bird…
She thought to herself.
“It’s My heaven”…
Come with me as we walk this land and
admire the beauty that surrounds us.
Drink in the wonders of blossoms that
delight our senses with their fragrance.
Wonder as you watch a bee busily collecting
nectar and appreciate the bounty of honey.
Turn over a rotting log to find a myriad
of scurrying bugs and wriggling larvae.
Enjoy the vista of mountain lakes perched
in between the peaks of towering mountains.
Listen, really listen to the breeze as it
whispers its secrets to all who can hear.
Now ask yourself what more does one need?
No amount of money can buy the peace of nature.
There is something to be said about having
didley squat. Rely instead on your health.
For if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose
The page in front of you is completely blank
What you write there will affect your life
So pause a minute, ........... and reflect.
A cautionary tale of nocturnal abduction
Of trickery born of unearthly corruption
Heed these my words, I state categorical
Of evil so foul, in a world diabolical
No humour here that might ever be satirised
No wit in a man who be dumbstruck and paralysed
These, the last words that shall flow from my pen
Implore thee to leave ’fore the bat flys again
This God forsook kingdom of bloodied terrain
Deadens my legs as it scribes on my brain
A Halloween vista of gore ridden mud
With vampires feasting on alien blood
31 October 2020
For...
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
How large the pearlescent sun seems today.
Yet it is dying, its flaming rays ineffective.
After a long hot day, tired, it must be spent.
So patiently it descends out of humanity’s vista,
Far across the sea, behind the shimmering horizon.
We enjoyed the calm stillness of eventide.
Quietly the moon takes its rightful place.
Shining in a wan mysterious way,
Night intensifies as stars twinkle all around,
Above gardens plumb in the middle of the vale.
How we adored the perfume of so many flowers,
Especially the crimped fuchsia edged white star flowers.
The moon lightening effulgently the rugged paths
Of the mysterious countryside around,
Fragrance everywhere with a gentle tang.
On mountains far away feral dogs howling their random growl,
While countless cicadas commence their orchestrated song,
Hell bent on mating before their adulation time is up.
It is good we need have no hurry, dear,
So, we can relish our time together.
With a small mandolin I thrum a love song,
As we huddle close under the banyan tree,
Fireflies dance their intricate dance.
I snuggle my head against your soft cheeks.
How smooth and pleasant it can be,
As our lips meet and savour our delight.
Dreaming of our future and days to come.
16 March 2021
Placed 2
Bated breath stills Arctic style cruelty
Clustered lichen mapped boulders crouch
Exhale cackles an altitudinous eulogy
Mountain leer leans with tortured slouch
Tested foliage tentatively reappears
tougher than Summer's youthful splurge
Bent are the branches, by windswept years
Trunks resist standard vertical urge
Wizened torso raspy ribs shed bark
Becomes much needed garment covering
Tawny coloured critters, burrowed, smart
- sharp mist crystal bluster buffering
Frigid naked twigs survive, fixed, jagged
Pom poms of teal-grey tight leafed stayers
Twisted branches turn handles, haggard
Wicked witch wind pure Winter conveyer
Thirty mile wide wisdom vista captivates
Risen from sea level, knowing as a century
Harking seagull's coastal hug hesitates
Too fickle to make mountain her sanctuary
Wise scamper from door to door directly
Watch the mood change from inside cave
View whisked momentarily by fog's trajectory
Altitude on tiny astute psyche engraved
8th August 2020
Brenda Chiri, - Sponsor
Nature Rhyming Poem Contest
Dream peep of early gold rim halo
August riser gleeful in exalted chant
Yield to dulcet chirp from ornate winger
Sunburst orange red splash of heaven
Taunt and tease ocean blue mist eyes
Amber warm rays dazzle pearl clad beach
Revere the hue-rich magic spectra veil
Designed by glow world spirit apt
Aligning deft nirvana enigmatic
You’ll embrace a stunning touchstone
Strewn amid solid crystal bounty
Traipsing vivid emerald paths ahead
Amazed by wondrous vista woven
Redolent of chalk mark visual rife
Dabble in the morn’s first usher
Archway to vibrant wakener within
Yen for ample stimulus astride
Sensory luxuriance devoid of match
Tangled web surfeit found epic
Aching surge of tinted aspect
Rhythmic ripples on beaded brow
Relentless yearning tints unrestrained
the spectral edge of the halcyon horizon,
where the nascent scarlet sun unveils
the facade of the decorous dawn,
brings to me across the million miles
of dreaming detour corridor,
the sparkle of the sapphire sea,
shining with the tinge of avid allure.
I stand whelmed at the finite fringe
of the primordial vastness vista.
Its ceaseless vigor coiling
the collapsing crests of the swelling waves,
once had brought the relics
of the drowned mariners to the shore,
returned with their memory
to the fathomless serenity of oblivion.
The embrace of the silver sheet washes
your bone-fringed footprints on the beach.
As the melancholic waves sing
to the moonbeam ballet of the blue night,
I search for my lost mermaid,
floating away on the stardust trail,
and sets sail on the serenading winds
to where my heart is.
A rolling pebble tossing lonesome
with the rhythm of the tides of time,
I’m submerged in the sea of sanguinity
of the rapturous reverie.
Through my fingers I don’t let
the golden fervent sands slip,
for I turn the bones to ivory,
design a dainty diadem for you.
Writing in pitch-dark pitchy begin
Upon the stroke of silent pen
Touches my words across the night sky
Where me inner self meets a spirited lullaby
Silent space is a lonely place
Where altar sits in poet grace
Night sweats; pearls of sweet verse hone
As I cradle and nurture in golly forest home
An owl calls goodnight hoot
The vista of darky shadows across the woods salute
While scribbling lyrical in darkness peep
Poetic drift, rush past, looking deep
Writer man licked in night-time dew
Shedding sleep dust to the dusky view
To sound of rhymes, the scripter re-awaketh
The wellspring of motivation for the Midnight Poet