Long Weaves Poems
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My wife's a witch,
Oh yes - it's true -
But she looks GOOD without a stitch;
As well in black, or peacock blue.
My wife is like the breath of May,
That sweeps the winter from the skies.
She holds my heart at the death of day,
Lights the dark with sparkling eyes.
My wife is warm as summer's sun,
Softer than the housecat's purr.
Her spirit's clear as a tale well spun,
Her heart and mind do well concur.
My wife is cool as autumn's air,
Brilliant as it's changing leaves.
No landscape strikes my eye more fair,
Nor thrills me like the love she weaves.
My wife holds winter's gray in her hair,
A Lady strong, in perfect Prime.
She warms my bed as the trees go bare,
And soothes with Grace the drift of Time.
And so...
My wife's a witch,
I'm proud to say -
The spell she's cast has made me rich,
Enough to give my heart away.
In the quiet dawn, hope softly sings,
Gently rising on golden wings.
Through shadows long and worries deep,
Hope whispers strong, when we cannot sleep.
Rhythm of heartbeats, steady and bold,
Carries the promise, stories retold.
Clouds may gather, storms may roar,
Still hope dances on, forevermore.
A flicker of light in darkest night,
Guiding us gently toward what’s right.
Step by step, as day unfolds,
Hope is the rhythm our spirit holds.
So when the world feels heavy and gray,
Let hope’s rhythm lead the way.
For as long as dreams are born anew,
Hope will always carry us through.
From silent tears and trembling hands,
To smiling hearts in distant lands,
Hope bridges gaps, mends what’s torn,
Shows us the dawn where light is born.
The gentle touch of morning air,
The laughter shared, the silent prayer,
Hope weaves its magic, soft and clear,
Turning our doubt to trust, sincere.
No matter how the night may fall,
Or fears arise, or sorrows call,
Hope lifts us up, renews our view,
A melody timeless, pure and true.
Elon Musk at 54
Under the sapphire sky, at fifty-four enchanted dawns,
a dreamer weaves his path among constellations of desires,
from the ashes of Pretoria, an ancestral fire ignites, calling us
to Mars, where stars weave promises of light.
With the hands of an alchemist and the soul of a wandering poet, he breaks the boundaries
of the old world, his mind cutting through dogmas like a silver sword,
sculpting new horizons, endlessly asking "Why?",
and the sky answers him with its deep silence, rockets dancing
where gravity loses its spell, and dreams fly free.
Tesla vibrates under his fingers like a harp of lightning,
an electric pulse traverses the universe, while Neuralink whispers:
"The mind is an epic code, and the world is an endless canvas."
On X, his voice thunders like an echo from the depths, a laugh and a cry,
fighting the shadows of bureaucracy, the dogmas that would pin him down.
No chain can bind him, nor fear of the infinite void,
he is a pilgrim of the cosmos, with a soul of fire that burns
with the desire to see beyond the horizon, to make humanity
multiplanetary, not just dust scattered in the cosmic wind.
At fifty-four stellar spirals, with eyes set upon the universe,
Musk becomes a beacon for those who dare to secretly dream,
from chaos and doubt, he builds a road to the future,
always asking "Why not now?" under the eternal sky of dreams.
The tempo of the music
adds energy to the rhythm of the night,
and the pulse of warm blood rushing through sinewy veins.
The mixture of perspiring bodies,
cheap perfume, and tepid whiskey adds a pungent aroma
that permeates even the tattered tablecloths.
The scene, obscured by dimness
and a haze that slowly envelops the dusty paper lanterns,
gives the room an eerie ghost-like glow.
Writhing, creeping forms
undulate, moving sensuously
to the repeated thumping of resonating bass strings.
The soulful melody of the saxophone
weaves its way over, around and through the crowd
as it playfully caresses the thick air.
Remote conversations and laughter
mix with bold encouragements from the crowd
as a lone dancer, with little effort, executes her sexy, sultry moves.
A breeze blows, ever so slightly,
as the door opens and more revelers enter the stifling room,
the lanterns swaying in the breeze.
A thin shaft of moonlight slowly creeps across the bare floor
as the aroma, the haze and the music
waft through the opening and into the rhythm of the night.
What is a castle, but a vain attempt
to keep at bay a horror, dark, adverse,
that sniffs its way towards our flesh and bone?
It seeps through portals, leering with contempt
at battlements and barriers. The Curse
can find us, where we sleep, alone.
Rank weeds creep up, malodorous, unkempt:
a moaning wind weaves through them, to disperse
their evil seeds, unstoppable once sown.
Our crude carnality can fool us, tempt
a sense of something “out there”. This perverse
conception causes castles. Walls are thrown
around us. Though we toil on soil and stone,
the menace is internal – and our own.
Written: August 06, 2023
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What a blessing to have someone
Who's not a brother, lover, or friend?
But a fantastic mix of all of them
An echt samaritan to the rattling mend.
In the darkness of your own mind,
When Tired souls should turn to him,
Through the shadows, he'll find
A guiding light that never dims.
You notice a presence so divine,
A twin who reads you, core and soul,
Even in your stillness, he'll align
To mend the pieces that were once whole.
This is the wonder of life's design.
When destiny weaves its intricate thread,
Connecting souls in a way so fine
A bond that can't be easily shed.
Destiny's guardian, steadfast and true,
Always there to guide and protect,
With love and care, he'll view you through.
A companion you'll never forget.
Through the highs and lows, he'll stand,
A pillar of strength, unwavering and strong,
In his embrace, you'll find peace and a helping hand.
Knowing you're never truly alone
So cherish this blessing, this gift divine,
Not everyone is fortunate to find
An echt samaritan, a soul entwined,
A companion for all time.
In the tapestry of life, woven with grace,
Destiny's guardian, a blessing so rare,
He walks beside you at your own pace.
A love that transcends, beyond compare
A warm breeze rustles through the leaves
as flowers bloom this summer day.
'round wind ruffled petals it weaves.
Windswept, the weeping willows sway,
and songbirds nest in branches high
as flowers bloom this summer day.
Drizzling showers rain from the sky
in little puddles on the ground,
and songbirds nest in branches high.
When the sun appears, they’ll be found
bathing and preening without fears
in little puddles on the ground.
Their twitters, music to my ears
while the zephyr is blowing free,
bathing and preening without fears.
Such antics are soothing to me.
A warm breeze rustles through the leaves
while the zephyr is blowing free.
'round wind ruffled petals it weaves.
May 20, 2023
Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gina McIntosh
Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand,
A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry,
Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity,
Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence.
I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon,
Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes,
While butterflies, with shimmering silver wings,
Kiss the hibiscus dawn, a prophecy born from glass dreams.
My heart, aflame with diamond fires, reflects pages of rest,
Mirroring the soul's gratitude, painted in shades of patience,
Rising from willows of wisdom, like fortified fields,
That crown the peaks of mountains gazing at the constellations of destiny.
The golden gate, adorned with serene sepals, opens silent sonatas,
Erasing refrains written in loops, imitating recited ancient scriptures,
For once I was a marionette bound by time and fears,
The fear of liberation kept me captive in cracked calligraphies.
Now I journey through rose dunes, breathing divine light,
Eager to strip the verses of love from hypnotic illusion,
Untangling the luminous webs of the inner eye,
Realigning metaphors and eliminating the shadows of ego.
O, sapphire rings of seraphic stars, I surrender to the neon mist,
As my spirit rises toward clouds that whisper magic,
The alchemical rain of dreams falls upon me like a blessing,
Purifying the essence and synchronizing with the echoes of stillness.
Touch me with delicate truth and feel the pulse of pink lilies,
The warmth of cosmic healing, tied to conscious manifestations,
Where vibrant valleys bloom in kindness and forgiveness,
Dwelling in the timeless fragrance of the soul's rebirth.
Musk of metamorphosis and oud of revival, steeped in clarity,
My heart weaves the transcendent twilight yearning for all that breathes,
Through illuminated chakras, uniting merciful rivers with zephyrs,
Until the sky sees the Universe living in the tips of my fingers.
There is no plural. There is only singular.
Space-time creates the illusion of individuality,
a veil fracturing the singular into the appearance of many.
What we perceive as separateness dissolves in truth.
Every thought, action, and being is not distinct,
but a single existence experiencing itself in infinite ways.
As sunlight passes through a prism, splitting into a spectrum of colors,
so too does love refract through the veil of individuality,
revealing the boundless unity beneath its luminous arc.
Love as a Mathematical Expression:
L = 8(U)
Where:
L: Love, the essence of connection.
8: Infinity, the boundless force that transcends all constraints.
U: Unity, the singular truth of existence.
Alternatively, love could be expressed as:
1 = 1
This equation reflects the ultimate unity of all things,
where the illusion of division gives way
to the oneness of being.
Love in the Heart of Life:
It is the pulse in the rhythm of waves upon the shore,
the whisper of wind through ancient trees,
the silent recognition of souls meeting in a glance.
It is the infinite force that weaves through the fabric of all,
binding hearts, stars, and atoms alike,
calling us back to the singular whole.
Love is the infinite force that binds all.
It dissolves illusions, revealing the singular whole.
:: 01.24.2025 ::
It's a cold world, give me a link to life,
Where frosty winds cut like a knife.
In the echoes of a winter's sigh,
A resilient ember refuses to die.
Beneath the icy cloak, a heartbeat beats,
A symphony of survival in silent streets.
Footprints etched in the crisp snow,
Each step a tale of resilience to show.
Through the chill, a connection weaves,
A tapestry of warmth that never leaves.
In the frozen moments, find the key,
Unlock the door to possibility.
It's a cold world, but within the freeze,
Lies the thaw of hope and gentle ease.
Give me a link to life, a bridge to traverse,
Where warmth persists, and dreams converse.