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A poet's decision, a peaceful vision
I purr in sleep whisper
Sparkling in tinkle winkle
I fine in wistful shine
My dreams in prone schemes
Dreams sheer on, by night delight
Mind lookin' to da' pie in the sky
For wistful, prayer in the air
Supine I am, deep in peep sleep
Keepin' utopian dream to extreme
Nomadic musing sifting 'n drifting
In space of a silent place
Stargaze embrace on a lonely face
Having forty wink in slumber be·think
Relaxing to the snore of a heavenly explore
Dreaming deep end; resting in the fog's nesting
Sleeping while clouds weeping
Imaginings under wild blue yonder
Witching hour itching 'n pitching
I keep on a dreaming in deep sleep
Every time I pass an airport, I wonder where you are,
Looking up in the sky, is that you gliding by the star.
Tall, dark, angular jaw, handsome, the perfect mate,
Had to be the luckiest girl when you asked me on a date.
You were everything I wanted, at least that’s what I thought,
Kind, gentle but strong, a personality that all girls sought.
Meeting in Bermuda seemed like a dream come true,
Inviting me to England, in time our relationship grew.
We criss-crossed the Atlantic to visit several times a year,
Your love for me was so true, Jurgen you were so sincere.
But then I met my future husband, it was love at first site,
Well maybe he didn’t know it, but I just knew it was right.
Bought a house being single and was establishing roots,
You tried to convince my Mom, you two were in cahoots,
When our eyes last met, you knew something was wrong,
Wanting to move to Germany, how could I possibly belong.
Marriage and a life with me would be perfect, you said you knew,
I drove you to the airport and said I’d think on it and off you flew.
If I’d only expressed how wonderful you are, but I was not in love,
Maybe I would have less guilt when I hear airplanes flying above.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 6, 2011
For the Contest:" If you could say now
what you didn't say then"
Won 7th Place
For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts to ponder
Air waves blipping images through bleary transponder
Eerie prescience of the whole, but piecemeal shapes do launder
Irony, modern technology, 1930's Spanish cinema does corresponder
Crouching, girdled with adrenalin of a First Responder
Matted wigs, flat toupees across streaking screen wander
Silky-brunette locks dimmer; brown bangs look blonder
Shadows in a swirling blender, to homesick minds a bonder
Stealing a few precious minutes, then with love absconder
I am but a twinkling cloud
Into the switching sky;
evanesce in the woods
flee with the cotyledons leaves
Swaddled among the thorny bushes.
Sank with me o dear in the forest deep.
Count the grass if you wish
Let me note it for you
Lead me to the song your memories dwell
lend my voice, and count it your own
For, you're my little heart's joy
I'll lay awake while you kip
until the dawn arrived.
I am but a Traveller
into the wild blue yonder;
I'll fly someday
one day you'll only dream of me
So sing with me the song my childhood lived
Come, dance with me today
For tomorrow is not promised
You, my little hearts joy
forever dear
forever cherished.
Form:
Where did my horse go? Spooky was off
in a flash.A horse with lightning speed.He
made his ungrateful dash.Because the barn
door was open, and ole Spooky was gone.
Maybe it was a grizzly bear, or possibly the
grey fox, or even a mountain lion? Whoever
or whatever it was, it got ole Spooky crying,
and now that ole gray stallion is off a flying.
Spooky the spooky horse was his name.
And running real fast was always his game.
Lately! Spooky would wonder off to places
where nobody could find him.Hiding behind
trees deep in the dark green forest.But when
his master came a calling.Ole Spooky came
a crawling.Crawling back to the barn he knew
so well.Then came a night that was dark, and
full of fright.Spooky heard noises, he had never
heard before.This time Spooky was spooked
so bad.He crashed right through the old barn
door.Off he ran again, into the wild blue yonder.
Didn't wait a minute to look, or even ponder.It
was Spooky the spooky horse again.When
does the story continue? And how does the
story end? Becase Spooky the spooky horse
was off in a flash..
Spooky Horse Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2003,2014..All Rights Reserved.
Simple were the things that brought me so much joy,
During the fleeting summers when a Hoosier country boy!
As free as a soaring eagle in the vast wild blue yonder,
As o'er the meadows and through the woods I would wander!
Old Sol would rouse me beckoning through the window bay,
As if to say, "Up lad! Great things I have in store for you today!"
After a bite of ham and gravy bread I would scurry outside,
Barefoot of course - those worrisome shoes were cast aside!
There were crawdads to catch as I waded in the 'crick'.
Along the path there were blackberries I'd tarry to pick.
There was the ancient oak to climb and on a limb I'd stretch,
As I watched vagabond clouds and boyhood dreams I'd sketch!
With a safety pin for a hook, a willow branch for a pole,
I'd meander along the winding path to my favorite fishing hole.
If the fish were languid and of fishing I'd had enough,
I'd shed my patched overalls for a quick dip in the buff!
'Twas truly a delight on a mellow Hoosier summer's night,
To capture fireflies in a mason jar on their winged' flight.
'Tis so pleasurable now and again to pause and reminisce,
About such simple times and those summers of youthful bliss!
Entry for Janis Thompson's "Summertime" Contest
"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So beautiful she flows the dress comes down to her toes
And as she twirls Prussian blue cadet blue Cerulean teals navy hues
So sky blue ultra blue tones as it wraps it drapes her body’s bones
Blizzard blue pacific blue robin's egg blue denim blue bell true’s
Colors and covers her from her neck over her chest to her the tops of her shoes
She a angel God daughter dress in a ….
Dress of Blue
Sweet beauty herself was royal she dazzled me
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a such a beautiful
Blue dress"
12/28/19
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?
Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas.
However, Sky sometimes meets up with Black or Gray. That’s when I need to get away from Sky!
Well, where do you really like to be most of the time?
Gosh, that’s just difficult to say. I’m in so many bodies of water (which by the way are not these days always clear to see). I miss when I was crystal Blue in water all around the world. Anyway, I love that I get to surround the creatures of the ocean. I’m in so many things, I simply can’t choose a favorite.
Well, tell me some of your favorites then.
I enjoy being a Bluebell although I can’t ring. Humans have made plastic and metal bells of blue. Then I get to ding-a-ling. I really love to shine in stones like sapphire or of aquamarine. As a Siamese Fighting fish, I simply can’t be beat. And when as a blue jay I am on the wing, you can hear how beautifully I sing. As a peacock I feel very proud, and when I’m a blueberry, people just eat me up!
Wow, you are a part of so many things. Maybe you are Mother Nature’s favorite color.
I think perhaps I am. You could even say that I’m like God because I’m in so many places at the same time, and I’m even in some people’s eyes.
I wonder why all the colors like you are able to be in so many places at the same time just as God is said to be. What do you think, Blue?
I suppose it’s because we are a reflection of God Himself. Personally I think I am one of God’s favorite colors. Do you like me the best of creation’s colors?
Yes, I think you are really cool. I even put you in my eyes as contact lenses when I want my eye color to pop! And what’s more, you symbolize many things: freedom, imagination, the wild blue yonder, sensitivity, inspiration, and loyalty, for example.
Well, I really enjoy being called True Blue, so loyalty is big with me. However, with all the contamination these days, I am feeling really Blue, and I do not mean that in a good way.
Yep, for people you can sometimes be quite an unwanted emotion! But at the same time, many of us like to listen to you as Blues music. Keep your chin up, Blue and we’ll catch you later.
Dreaming with the sleeping pines
On a lazy afternoon
The sprightly finch chirps mating calls
How lovingly he croons
As yawning flowers open wide
Their multicolored blooms
Sweet aromas hovering
Cause butterflies to swoon
While feeble breezes undulate
The hammock to and fro
Brown dead leaves set sail again
Wild blue yonder blow
A woodpecker is tapping at
The next door neighbors willow
I'm smiling and envisioning
That shady fishing hole
Awakened by a cold wet nose
Some friendly tongue and cheek
Sweet serenade of springtime
Sings me back to sleep
But old cold nose is restless now
And at a playful peak
I tell him on these lazy days
"Just let me fish in peace"
by Daniel Turner
5-19-2017
Stealthy balloon soaring into the wild blue yonder
To all material pursuits now an absconder
Shearing temporal ties that do corresponder
Content the balmy sky to aimlessly wander
Time and limitless space do freely squander
Drinking mist from satin founts, clinging to each azure rung, primordial bonder
Gilding a halo from each golden sun beam; breaching mystical divide in breathless wonder
Releasing spent fuel, hopes and dreams grow fonder
Floating through each, silky strand began to ponder
The pulsating waves emanating from heaven's transponder
Filtering each rhapsodic note through my idyllic responder
Swooning in the porous rotunda, my happiness do launder