Long Wades Poems
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Together we're strong with each day unfolds
at dark night while stars fill or daydreams love.
Zeal blooms each joyous touch full of warm gold,
managed under gust wind from up above.
We continue loving after decades
being together. Wiping weeping tears,
a healing within fragile body wades,
for a night chasing away pain and fears.
His illness has been a struggle; once brave
filled with fulfillment embracing whole life,
now being swallowed by a tidal wave
he is simply letting it cease his strife.
If you touch one with love, ne'er drift apart
feeling no regrets could you heal a heart.
3/13/2018
In Springfield’s hall, a young man stood,
And spoke of threats that none withstood—
Not foreign armies, but seeds within,
A nation’s ruin born of sin.
Today, his warning feels alive,
As fear and doubt among us thrive.
The law bends under weight and strain,
And justice falters, flawed, profane.
Pardons shield the loyal few,
While freedoms erode as tempests brew.
Policies divide, compassion fades,
And fragile trust in darkness wades.
Lincoln’s voice still calls us back,
To mend the breach, to seal the cracks.
A nation’s strength lies not in might,
But in will to guard the people’s rights.
Written: December 19, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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The mist paints a nascent landscape tonight,
I stand aboard, ready for yet another flight.
Today, as the sun wades to its final breath,
I watch the year exhaling up to its death.
I recall the tears and laughter on the way,
The memories drift somewhere farther away.
I remember the light, I remember the starkness,
And the days I was left alone in the darkness.
I have found my freedom, my wings are free,
Yet I feel uncertain, lonesome still to be.
As mist departs and clears my view,
I wish upon the last star true.
For a less chaotic world, that is my dream.
A wandering brook whispers gently, stream.
A hearty ovation for a task well done.
A year ahead, full of options, not guns.
I welcome dawn’s first tender hue,
A year reborn, with hope to renew,
A brighter path for me and you to pursue.
This twenty-six may have an unbiased worldview.
So it is way, way down by the Sea,
inside
that vision comes,
crystal,
and clearly.
As the waves touch upon the feet
of the shore line.
As soul wades in.
So it is way, way down deep, to walk upon...
leaving the shore,
catching a breeze,
...setting the sails,
walking upon the winds,
with wings,
So swing low, sweet the chariot,
that lifts the spirit,
so high-
The Seas.
...just to reach a little shack by the road,
with a hole in the roof,
and the boards on the side fall often times,
the winds do blow
through the holes,
Yet, here is where
a little poetry comes.
Form:
MARIONETTE
He wades
The shallow
Clouds at dawn
Sleep deprived
Hand covered yawn
Without pleasure
What may come
When days fall short
The nights grow long
He haunts the eaves
The window's ledge
A list, his eyes
An invite met
One deprived
Of love as yet
Has made her choice
And chosen death
In wait
His watch
The seconds pass
Impaitience
Draws
A weary breath
She may tary
Change her mind
Hesitate
Her one great crime
Second thoughts
A blade deined
To be, or nots
A rope untied
Poison berries
Mixed with tea
Brushed aside
With hemlock leaf
His watch with hope
Such waste of time
This marionette
In pantomime
Stars of Clarity 11-22-23
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Stars of Clarity
Lost in ebony
Void of bursting astral intuitions,
Alabaster amber stolen,
Abandoned in delirium’s decay
Of dying brown dwarfs
Hoarding lavender purple leftovers,
Hidden remnants of disguised advent,
Ashen sojourner wades through impotent stardust
Numb in faded platinum insight.
Out of grey vertigo
Carmine dwarfs arise to overshadow ebony
In a giddy sense of spangled glitter
When enigmas and puzzles
Step out of nebulas into mystic purity.
Pilgrim, found in neon,
Incandescent cavalcades of exploding chartreuse
Guide ephemeral crystalline visions,
Burnished auroras splash across epiphanies,
Rounded shards divulge silver nativity,
When salient flashes nurture constellations of certainty,
Astral sparks of cosmic scarlet explosions,
And shrouded a-ha’s emerge like incandescent sextons
Leading to stellar sequins - champagne diamonds of clarity.
Basking under moonlight glow
midst meteor rainfall wish
hearts struck with Cupid's arrow
soar high by love's blissful swish...
Enthralled around each other's warm embrace
their endearing gaze reflects partner's face
expressing care along joyous terrain
to conquer pain by compassion's gain...
As music wades, echoing grievous tone
they bend toward horrific end
turning like frozen bone
light* should amend...
now!
1 John 1:5 This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
February 16, 2026
9th place, "The Vester Step" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jami Patterson ; judged on 2/18/2026
On the moonlight night in the water,
She seems to be...
This maiden of my dreams
Makes ripples as she wades into my life’s streams.
her skirt billows about her
as her sun and moon my ogling sights conquer
The sweet breezethat will blow
will smell even sweeter after brushing her cheeks that glow
Her spring smells strangely but fresh
fill up my lungs and nostrils up to its thresh
Sands in my heart… you are gone
but ripples in my thoughts vibrate into dawn
and ripples they linger on
as if another thought like a pebble has slipped at of its yawn
Pretty spirits in my life
like raindrops on a window sill… they are adrift
The curtains of her hair
Part ways to reveal her face for me to look at with care
…….a diamond in my eyes…………
Comfort my yearning sighs………
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
In dreams I see them:
Men and women, in Renaissance attire,
Moving about in silence in some fabulous cathedral
Full of silent Coptics and other sombre monks,
Their faces, all but one of them,
Obscured to uniformity by cloth
Silent themselves, they move about with aimless grace
Within the vast chamber that echoes my every footfall,
Drifting in trance like leaves carried past on invisible waters,
Performing miracles casually, as though to do so
Were as natural as breathing.
I watch them pass, bringing forth their miracles
Like magicians cause cards to appear in their hands;
Somehow I know they know themselves
To be The Fools of God.
The one whose face is unmasked is a woman,
A stocky beauty of radiant expression,
Whose miracle is astonishing:
She wades through the polished marble floor
As though it were bathwater, up to her shoulders,
Her ecstasy rendering her incorporeal
Yet supremely present,
Smiling in glory, God's Chief and Happiest Fool.
Who these mystics are I cannot say,
Nor why they consider themselves Celestial Jesters;
Though my guess is that the lesson here
Is that perfect faith births perfect joy,
As in the end, the Fool has the ear of the King.