Long Waterfalls Poems
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I Love You More Than
All The Whispers In The Winds
I Have A Passion
I Love You More Than
All The Secrets Of The Night
I Hold A Passion
I Love You More Than
All The Waterfalls Falling
You Are My Passion
© Copyright KC.Leake
3rd December 2014
All Rights Reserved
I live in rooms
housed in the interior,
some just small
cells cut into bone,
spaces barely big enough
to fit a soul.
Others offer more
with sweeping views
of oceans, mountains, waterfalls
spilling endlessly over
sun drenched escarpments
and long corridors leading
to nowhere and everywhere
with mirrors splitting the mind
into light.
There are rooms groaning
under the weight of books,
learnings spun like sticky webs
that hold me trussed up
like prey. Heavens caught
in words and given wings
to float across time,
monuments brushed
by immortality and symphonies
so moving as to be
a breath away from pain.
Then there are
dark places with no windows
or doors, musty chambers
for the fallen and racks
stretched across nights where
a Grand Inquisitor exacts
confessions and sentences
the condemned to hell.
A lifetime has been spent inside
these rooms of my own making,
looking out onto a world set
by seasons which have
slowly seeped through
and worn away the walls
of my home.
Picturesque beauty - the sunrise, sunset
The rays - that hue - those shades of bronze
Beauteous - that yellowish tint or the rainbow
Way up high - after the rain! imagine that
Imagery of waterfalls - the beaches in the sands
Or the sparkles of the first fallen sparkling snow
Beauty walking the paths through the gardens of life
Sitting at docks or tossing rocks skipping in the pond
Picture the house well painted and well maintained
Imagine yourself, imagine that - no love by any chance
A drunk - lying in the ditch or on the treasured ground
The photo in your scrapbook to think about you're around
Imagine that midlfe - middle age crisis - look at you!
Imagine that! your companships - the bottles
Imagine your health - self love , self pride OH!
Feeling sorry for your own self, love your friends worldwide
We love you! Imagine that enough to tell you to detoxify
Imagine that earn a madallion - and clean up
Picturesque- the opportunity of the life you could live
Fancy that with each sunrise, wow! waking up
Look at you! You do drinketh from that cup
Beauteous be, beautiful day, carry a madallion today?
Wonder why?
On the Isle of Man adrift in a rugged sea
the Children of Pride fell with Lucifer, they say,
fallen angels all, called Fairy, or Adhene….
fair of form yet stark are these sorrowful beauties.
The man-sized Adhene rule the other fairy
and often times wee small sprites dance upon their hand.
Both flit upon wings in a purple mountain’s lea
while men hide from the malevolent of their clan.
There darker kin dwell down deep within the caverns
and cause much misery in the heaviest fog,
Yet most are beauties, benevolent and quite kind
never troubling travelers as coming along.
With translucent wings, flaxen hair, and deep dark eyes,
safe within the rush of waterfalls they may hide.
Some say you can hear them sing if you sit awhile
for until Judgment Day right here they must abide.
And don’t forget to pray, when you walk near the tide
God save me, save me do, from the Children of pride.
*Adhene/The Manx fairies were called Adhene
and known as Cloan ny moyrn, which means the Children of Pride/Ambition,
because they were regarded as having been fallen angels
cast from heaven but too good for hell.
Come all you
knights and maidens
a gathering for you
in the jungles of life
Traveling to the center
of our world
To you all I hail
take me to this other land
Showing me magic spells
Like the warlock of old
You give me
portions of love
in the land
of milk and honey
Dreams become reality
With all the emotions
A man or a woman possess
Vanishing in
the Bermuda triangle
The triangle
of emotions
Like moses
the sea parts
Paradise lost
hidden in the storm
Tossing me
every which way
Spiraling around
in circles
In whirlpool
of air
my breath labored
Crushing like
the great boa
To breathe no more
Pain and suffering
pass us by
All of a sudden
I am there
A mystical land
beautiful flowers everywhere
Smells of paradise
Flowers of many colors
a wonder
to the beholder
Beauty as far
as the eyes can see
Bards with magical words
Turns a desert
to paradise
The land of giants
Among'st giants
who raise me up
With magic words
you walk on water
Waterfalls fountains
of forever young
The departed never age
Youth forever love
Standing tall
I am in paradise
In my hand a quill
We stand giants
blown away each breath
We speak
of dreams of love
Happiness in a fairytale ending
Stories of pain
with that of suffering
Of good
fortune and woe
Dreamers
a circle of poets
With a pen
they take you
to the door
Come dine with me
at this table
We are knights and maidens
Lost in this magical realm
Created from love
Emotions
from our hearts
Hate the burning
emotion of love
In the sunset
of our mind paradise
Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses
In heaven God listens to each silent call
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,
at the footfalls of Silence....
Does a snow flake flow upstream at midnight
With a mountain waterfall so vertically up
Is the moon blotted out by storm clouds mounting
While some insignificant ice thing melts
On such evenings as this where shadows thrive
Given the lack of light and evidence given
Who is to say what is or isn’t
What gives credence to a crystalline
Frozen then gone in an instance
Snow blends in, transforms the darkness
Merges with so many droplets at a cost
Flowing soft but hard against the rocks
Where tears hide by muffled sounds inside
Waterfalls crash but never cry
Is this how life and love begins
Forming midnight on a mission
While another snow flake falls
Goes missing with the others lost
I take
Sunrise in my hand
and let waterfalls
slip through
Cupping sun in my palm,
letting it spread over
dark and gorgeous
bliss
bittersweet
embracing the sun,
enveloped by
melting buttered warmth
fire comes into play
melding everything together
a swirl of yellow goodness
and brown desire
mixed with passion
then the wait begins...
...and ends
as chocolate love
is touched by
gentle hands
warmth oozes
through hands
as love melts
quickly
so let it roll
in powdered softness
to break the fall...
irresistible~~!
take one bite
of pleasure
just pure bliss
in
chocolate
truffle heaven~
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--nikko :)
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September
Red, yellow, orange
Crackling gloss and color
Leaves dancing beautifully in the air
Cold, clear air a quiet morning before the sun has risen
Small streams are converted to large waterfalls
A melancholy goodbye to summer
A silent prayer
Thanks
02.09.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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You aren’t allowed to look into my eyes
And find my shades of brown.
To span into my inseparable planets and walk
on their landscape if you cannot stand your ground.
To articulate my soul’s horizons and expect the
tribes of my heart to identify with the warriors of your smiles.
You have mounted prints on my skin that
I cannot allow you to be on a desperate pursuit.
We are walking on celestial miles.
This distance is an eternal migration. A surreal outrage.
A magazine clipping holding our narrative
Of how we could be more ancient.
If we are humanity, then this our homage.
This desire can’t be understood by any traditional language.
I dance in the aromas of your paranoid fears.
Repress our super-life in hopes to meditate in our under-life.
Be in my reincarnations and leave me in
Suspense of what has been hidden.
This prehistoric jungle is visible.
Collect the heritage of our abstract wildlife
And try to stop the waterfalls of my being.
Because I like wondering what you are talking about
With my mind’s paintings.
You aren`t allowed to know my tree’s crown
But keep describing the sunlight by always watering and kissing me.
{XM}
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