Rush(A) Poems

Oh To Wish

  Oh! To wish of a far-away land,
Where flowers of all colours bloom without fear,
The colours that our eyes can meet, 
Of all the dreams we left unseen. 

Oh! To wish of a serene icy lake, 
Where the ice sparkles at the morning rays,
The rays of sunshine we beseeched, 
Of all the people we left behind in memories.

Oh! To wish of a majestic forest, 
Where the canopies are taller than our hopes,
The leaves protecting our inner souls,
Of all the rumination we cannot forsee. 

Oh! To be so wishful in existence,
Where the whims of emotions rush a breeze,
The wind reminding us of our liveliness,
Of all in this world we can imagine and be.

Dont Withhold Good From Your Neighbor

The sugar bowl proverbial.
The sweetness of sharing
what you have; a tight hug.

Don’t share the leaves,
in your own yard, nor the weeds.
Don’t rush a neighbor’s demise.

Don’t overstay;
time is valuable -
boundaries sans fence.

A good neighbor is not perfect,
are you? Jesus tells us, true,
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Don’t be greedy with your smile,
your wave - it can be a pick-me-up,
same as coffee to the drowsy.

You may miss
the borrowed book, leaf blower, eggs
but your countenance glows from the inside-out.

Bottom line:
be a good neighbor;
neighborly advice.

5/7/2023

When it is in your power,
don’t withhold good from the one to whom it belongs.
Don’t say to your neighbor, “Go away! Come back later.
I’ll give it tomorrow “ — when it is there with you.
Don’t plan any harm against your neighbor,
for he trusts you and lives near you.

Proverbs 3:27-29 CSB

Let Not the Waters Overtake

I’m stranded here, a lonely isle.
The waters rush, a whelming trial.
I’m fearful, Lord, my heart does ache;
Let not the waters overtake.

You lead me to the waters still,
Yet I disturb them with my will.
When I lie down and when I wake,
Let not the waters overtake.

Like Peter, Lord, I’ll leave the boat,
But without You, I scarce can float.
Extend a hand for thine own sake;
Let not the waters overtake.

My Lord, a rock on which I stand.
Jordan recedes; on promised land.
Your firm foundation will not shake;
The waters shall not overtake.

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for the A Kyrielle About Water Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written 08/08/2022

A Teary Farewell

The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark 
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.

The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can stretch many miles.

We found love while on vacation,
but will it last past this station?
She clings to me like morning dew,
and yet, there's nothing we can do.

The conductor calls out, "last call,"
as the Night dons a misty shawl.
And we rush a teary farewell,
as the train whistles, time's death knell.

I see her wave a sad goodbye
that breaks my heart and makes me cry.
And as the train increases speed,
I pray that God will intercede.

Footnotes I

Footnotes to the crime 
mankind divided the ruination 
of the kingdom 

earth bleeding into Stardust 
a time lost and forgotten 
in footnotes to the crime 
desolation prime

time is at hand the real ruination 
of man division of this land 
the lost kingdoms of the earth 

tragic in scope leading 
in the cosmic rush a footnote 
to the crime 
eons are crushed as humanity 
is only a footnote in history!

Ocean Apart But Always In My Heart

Oceans Apart But Always In My Heart.
.
How I love the ocean cascading crescent waves
That gently kiss and caress the golden sands
So tenderly as I used to do to you
With warm soft pillowed lips 
And my loving gentle hands
.
With feather-like teasing touches as a pleasant sea breeze
Evoking pleasurable soothing inner deep emotions
To your sensitivity I’d deliver
And make you rive and quiver  
.
Awakening and arousing euphoric ecstasy
As the peaks and troths of a warm stirring  ocean
With the utmost sincerity 
And expressed devotion
.
The swirls in the water
Remind me of how we used to waltz the night away
And I hear in my head 
How the music used to play
Among the oceans rush a
And among the spray
.
I know you can no longer hear or see me
But you still live on in my heart
And in my head
A d I recall how we one walked hand in hand on this shore
The blessed day after we were wed
And we made love that night 
Upon a scattered rose petal bed
.
There may now be an ocean
That keeps us far apart
But as like as I breathe
You are never out of my mind
And always
In my heart.
.
Peter Dome©2020.

Light House

I'll walk the shoreline with you,
  look behind to see, two footprints in the sand
  washed away by the incoming tides,
salted air and sea foam breezes
  rush a chill upon the stetched out land
  looking out upon the ocean from safe land;

here lay quiet and still renewed,
  buried deep within the marriage bands
  all the secrets that we hide,
cast deep and burrowed yet finally eases
  those memories we held within our hands
  where time and love linked firmer hands;

walk a little further in the evening hues,
  let dusk set the sun light where we stand
  bond us together in the sea where life abides,
stand brave and bold beneath as life seizes
  the light house and the harbor grand
  bow to the lives we live well planned.

Hush

A crimson rush, a swollen waist
A birth betwixt, ever piling waste
The fallen stars are on their way
To tear the very light from day 

A tiny splash, a buried throne
A fading siren, wailing home
A mothers hush an’ awful sound
Of feet that lift right off the ground

No words now
No air to breath
A freezing tear,
The world to grief

Hush now, my broken star
You are home

Why I Write Poetry - What's the Use

I have to admit that I'm not quite sure
  Why I write poetry --Just what is the lure
But here's a stumbling stab at an explanation
  An attempt to plumb the fascination:

To capture a moment, a feeling, a scene
  In a magical form, pure and pristine
Be it a snowfall, a cloudburst or kiss
  The thrill of getting it right is one not to miss

So there it is: It's exciting!  It's a thrill!
  Comparable to that of an adventurer who will
Climb Mount Everest 'just because it's there'
  Or venture deep into the jungle on a friend's dare 

Because there's an adrenaline rush, a feeling quite giddy
  "Hurray! I've created something romantic, or uniquely witty."
So, is there something wrong with that? Something amiss?
  Au contraire! To deny oneself the pleasure would be a great pity!

Hat Power

HAT POWER

My Hat is a rush a power to my head
wear a hat every day or as often as you are lead
hat love and hat passion I must spread
ladies without your hat, your entire look
is in shreds.  

Please take note, this is not a quote
if it's not saying something,
 it's doing nothing
if it's not doing anything
It's not worth nothing
my hat is a rush of power to my head.
Hat Power Yaaaasss!!!!!

Autumn Reverie

As autumn begins her slow journey
leaving brilliant colors in her wake,
        I think of you.
It was a crisp day in autumn that I was
first drawn to your smile, do you remember?
        Your long 
dark lashes lowered in a shy tender way. 
My gaze was fixed on you as I breathed in your
        sweet scent.
A wisp of your raven hair fell across your brow.
I wanted to reach out and brush it back for you.
        Suddenly I
felt a rush, a blush bloomed on my face,
and just that fast, I fell in love.
        A week
went by until I saw you again. I could barely
contain my excitement. We made plans to
        have coffee.
After our rendezvous we walked in the park
with autumn displaying her brightest hues,
        our enjoyment
of the colors only surpassed by our first kiss. 
It wasn’t meant to be that we would stay together.
        And now, 
looking back at all those years ago, I remember and
*everything carries me to you.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Note* The last line of my poem is borrowed from Pablo Neruda’s
Poem “If You Forget Me”

Gods of Winds At Play

Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow


Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth
Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth
Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs
They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs

Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray
Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway
Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls
Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls

Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again
Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen

Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
10 DECEMBER, 2014

Hero

To be a hero
To save a life
is this how one gets the title?

rush a burning building
or take a bullet
conquer the fight or flight

but the real hero,
is called a true friend
in the spirit of service

to help the hopeless 
find purpose and joy
to be a hero

to save a life.

Warm and Lost

Warm and lost.
Oceans of selfish freedom.
See you, see me, 
longing for a bliss filled warm embrace.
I feel you as I float by.
Calm, safe, alone and free.
Are you my Island?
Letting go.
I move in to your flow,
a salty surge, a rush, a wave.
I wave, a smile.
I fall.
Love.
Be so brave.
Lovers soul is found.
Love is lost.
I crave, I crave that smile,
the wave that melts.
I swim. Angels and Gods guide a rebels mile.
Colourless sight, colourful night, into your arms I melt,
engulfed by pure white light.

Loving the Way You Love Me

birds soaring way up in my blue sky
flowers are in bloom from the monsoon when it cries
Nina on my MP3, crooning in my ear
I'm feelin good, it's been awhile since my soul was here

ghosts are laying dormant from a not too distant past
the arrow tips on the scale, don't know how long it will last
I know that while I'm in this place, it's all as it should be
I'm feeling the rush, a royal flush, loving the way you love me

I'm loving the way you love me

the sun sets on the horizon, the moon is on the rise
all I see is my reflection, mirrored in your eyes
unadulterated passion, your heart's sincerity
I'm holding fast, hooked really bad, loving the way you love me

I'm loving the way you love me

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