Long Woodland Poems
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A narrow muddy creek,
beyond the creek
a new housing lot.
Further on
a small stand of wood
where a large woodland once spread all the way
to the highway.
Beyond the highway a farm
clings to fifty acres
but not much thrives and much is failing.
Then you arrive at the only hill for miles around
I sometimes go there in the snow
when all the displacement and sully
are covered over.
Occasionally, on a fresh morning when the sun is up
and shining like the first day of creation;
when the snow sparkles its blue diamonds
I forget the muddy work-boots
that kicked over the native and natural.
The land forgets its wounds and heals
momentarily,
but for a little while.
Through Autumn sails the tempests fury,
mountains and winds stand tall in a leaf-maze;
light paints the scene in haze of marbled
pinks, oranges and blues; hues subdued
by chaotic winds in their speeding flight.
Winter blows in, it's a chilling thrill,
earth's blanket of snow begins to warm,
while underground lives do slumber deep;
the elk and deer roam among naked trees
fulfilled are needs to awaken the spring.
While spring's reflections dot the ponds,
newborn are the flowers and grasses;
Sunlight stretches to touch the grounds
and herein the hearts treasures do abound
till summer's heat does bake the scenes.
Lazy summers freedom-spent in tents
and boats; on woodland hikes,
collecting shells and rocks, little tykes
take home their treasure hauls;
seasonal adventures bring such joys.
2-8-2023
BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1183 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
"Softly the scented zephyr playfully blew through sun-drenched dancing leaves filled with flattery for a moment." Quote by poet
Heaven sylvan charm the forest shares
As sprays of bloom scent the zephyr airs.
Esker gravel ridge, stretch out through their
Beautiful valleys and bower square.
Echoes of long aged, honored prayers,
Lull under trees and garden green squares
With depth of love that may never err.
Complete empowering life we share,
Buzzing bees throughout oleander,
Hummingbirds yearning jasmine's nectar.
Under heaven sylvan charm appear,
Fondness depth of the woodland does bear.
Faint,
spark,
smothered,
frail flicker,
doused by wanton strafe,
of bogus blitz on firefly swarm,
whose sintered flecks luminous once a mint meadow rash,
fetid stench on sombre marsh morgue deathly plummet in wet woodland, squelching plot interred,
winsome wing glow worm surreal,
larval lantern love, a spring twilight trail flash mate signal in mid-flight flare, haphazard helix of red flame,
lightning mimicry from maiden whose passion quest quenched querulous by nightmarish callous earthling hand clamped coffin dull click, twilight yellow, blue ghost, witching hour green tint spectaclenow grave entombment, mourning planet sheds tears
Scorched
moss
remnant
speck of dust,
dainty dot matchbox
plume ex tiny chaser light chain,
dried out moist field, drought a wretched blight, habitat woe,
as wide sweep venal mindsets purge swathe after swathe of candle fly inbred impish glint,
they feeble bugs, leaf strewn dwellers whose twinkle once power charmed tree tops, lush pastures, putrid logs, harmless to the touch, dodging worldly brass nerve,
warm-hearted watchers for the environment who pose not the remotest threat of even miniscule proportions, now diminishing landscape feature, they atrophy, sag, shrivel, wither, languish, a pointless premature death
come . . . take my hand and we will walk
deep into a Canadian autumn woodland
where it is crisp and cool- vast and full
the woodland is quiet in the veil of morning fog
and we are wrapped in
infinite shades and hues of changing brushstrokes
of gold, red, orange and green_
but soon, we are lost in an ocean of different trees
and the drum of time has ceased for us - as
we are witnesses to nature's decay
in autumnal equinox . . . .
and stained- glass leaves fall around us
crackling, and crunching under our feet
for the forest floor is carpeted with the fallen
October orange and red turned rust colored
can you feel it_
can you hear the rustling squirrels and small creatures ?
oh, the wildflowers have wilted!
(but still birds sing)
all around is a wondrous earthiness
full of a cornucopia of scents . . . . just inhale the air
the stream still flows with a loud fierceness
but we know winter will . . . still her screams
shall we gather some finger-painted leaves?
so we can press them into our books _
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October 21, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/an autumn walk
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1296-822-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Still Life Autumn
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
"Atta Boy" Freeze Trended Ville
"Minced Meat" Pippen Musky
" The Kruel" Caul Musky
"The Team Playa" Kemp Caulspokin
"Big City" Carnival Emerson
With their manager
"Super Slurp" Sam Gaulpaccii
Of" The Famous Woodland Mascots"
To face
"The Godbout Orchestra"
"Mastro" Flutey Mozart
and
"Smooth" Lyric Cresento
With "Duellist" Mandelliin Promise
"More Money™ Rhinecarte Valise
And the
"Mississippi Hardhead" Zilltron Rilslentir
With
Glamourous Geometric
But in the main event
Friccov Van Daddies and "Ensign" Castle Dane Mercer
Will challenge
"Way Out" Boldhawk Driggs
Three falls
The opponents in the winning senerio
Will tag with his opponet
To determine the overtime result in
Case of a draw or countout.
The winning side to of the first fall
Determines the winner.
Making it actual three falls
Fourth determent match!
But how about this
What do you get when
You get an audience for a
Heel V. Heel match?
Fans delight featuring
The top heels in the sport!
The jeers will crossover when
When "Cranky" Kookez Dimpsey
Goes against
Cout Gogga Moogga
With "Bad,Bad" Anise Beeltrow
For the undetermined
Top Ranked Championship
It's undertermsned but carry slot
Of prestige and clot
One of these men
Will carry the trophy to
there destinated beginning.
Ladies and gentlemen
We present
A Saturday to remember
Pro's at there best!
(A lone voice whispers)
Will you
Come all
Yes,
Yea and dance
For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove
Something stirs
An electric emotion
Consuming the very air
Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power
Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance
Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner
As they are
Slowly deflowered
Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance
Would you still attend
As a guest of mine
To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival
To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine
To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights
Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust
To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways
Above us
And below us
A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls
Between time and space
As we prepare and stand
Hidden from
The mundane
Human race
To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command
Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls
For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old
It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive
To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past
That may have survived
To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things
As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise
A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile
Will
You dance
Beyond wet
Tears for people
We always remember
Who have died
As we may cry
For tonight
On this pagan eve
We shall live forever
For we baptised
To be eternal
And will never
Die beyond
All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls
Cry out
Blessed Be
Copyright John Duffy
Black widow, thy fabled mark.
Through a knothole seen.
Moonlight, light path after dark.
Glitch the gangrel green.
Flickering flame, wax candle's gleam.
How to extinguish?
Air. Snuff out. Cut off the stream.
Cover up the dish.
Hellfire, bloom. O woodland, burn.
Ghost, hide in the leaves.
Pain, approval, taciturn.
He who loves, soon grieves.
Life, red ruins. Fain, fast fade.
Silent is the shade.
O for those who were played, glade?
Blighted, bound, bombed, bade.
Will-o-the-wisp, deep the bog.
Follow where it goes?
Light, thy beauty. Slick the slog.
Carrion for the crows.
Tiger in the tall grass?
He's waiting for a meal.
O young suitor, lass? Best pass.
Never shall ye heal.
Vicious viper, poison pit.
Well, we should have quit.
Firefly, how to keep lit? Flit.
Otherwise get bit.
Slit throat, O anodyne? Helped?
Seemed like he had died.
Holluschickie, how you yelped.
Children, woe betide...
Eloquent song bird, what ancient lyric do
You sing with timeless unrehearsed voice?
Unscripted from beyond memory, known to
You from your birth; in song do you rejoice?
Oft unseen, by melody your presence known,
Without effort the silent distance enriched.
Your enchanting song in the drifting wind blown,
In each melodic phrase our senses bewitched.
At each dawning, in song you are set apart,
In all your seasons a million notes you sing,
From deepest woodland thicket you pour your heart,
And to our world, unknown to you, magic bring.
B. Stebbings
12/04/2019
What love has created will never ever die,
The cemetery is a woodland interior;
Full of light and textures, dark and rich,
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks.
The cemetery is a woodland interior,
I lay down at the tomb of my family;
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks,
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
I lay down at the tomb of my family,
And birds sing tunes in bending branches;
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
And chipmunks scurry over old graves.
And birds sing tunes in bending branches,
I embrace each memory I have of you;
And chipmunks scurry over old graves,
I will come till God in time, unites us again.
I embrace each memory I have of you,
Full of light and textures, dark and rich;
I will come till God in time, unites us again,
What love has created will never ever die.
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June 26, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Modified/Embrace The Lines
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-344-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.