Short Millenniums Poems
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Slight change over time
Turns into tremendous change
In millenniums.
written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
We have this time around.
Thus all will fade.
Millenniums underground.
As bones turn to clay.
It is deeply profound.
To kneel down and pray.
For we know not that hour.
Nor the last day.
Matthew 24:36.
A slow bright rising
prevailing amongst
vast darkness.
Set a sail on an ocean
of stars, mixed colours:
Blazing, ripping, pulling.
Evolving on the shoulders
of millenniums , one after another
Constipating life.
Everyone has someone or something that they worship...
Arching across her night skies billions of stars; their galaxy
Millenniums and what is earth yet an infant within, this flock ?
...."In Progress." *
Form:
Millions of trees grow live and die,for two Millenniums thinking tree alive,sitting in Puglia,South Italian soil in peace,this Olive tree born for peace and a wonderful botanical piece,seen Christ and lives this long to see Christ coming soon in News.
Two millenniums
Old breath
Comes into my lung
Week
And interrupted
Shattered by rusted nails
A breath of pain
A breath of love
A breath of forgiveness
The snow is falling
Enlightening the streets
I kept walking
Following this ancient breath
Form:
I, from the gray Wolf I'm diverged,
basal, ancestral we are
Millenniums we have witnessed,
historically we're culled
Yet, we were here before humans,
are we next to disappear
.
James Andrew Fraser
'Night Creatures" Coyote, No 3
18th January, 2015
Power
Blue power
Atlantic oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
Vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
Three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
Withering pounding and crushing
Waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
Past millenniums
Millenniums to come
Power
blue power
atlantics oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
withering pounding and crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums to come
Power
blue power
an oceans power
impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
iridescent there rainbows in the bright sunlight
three hundred yards distant felt inertia of the sea
withering a pounding and a crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums
to come
The laws of nature I must say
Are proof of our miracles today
For over the millenniums of time
Our universe did not just fall in line
There is no reason to debate
Because the first atom did not self generate
And the miracle we all should be seeing
Is that first atom was created by a superior being
Lets have an argument poetry contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Today, my spirit is as a wild stallion
Free to rear up and paw, my fears
A mother bear protects her young,
She shelters her cubs, from the feared unknowns
The unknowns are her presumed enemies
Who cloth in darkness, from her prejudiced light
Unknowns are uneducated, they lie today
And, millenniums have passed
Furthermore, the stallion still rears
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The unhistorical museum
Misses thousands of years
Its grazier-rich sole reference
To peoples whose breath has lingered millenniums
Is a back-of-drawer
Cast-away reference
To the problem.
In square-framed wall hangings
Escutcheons of capital dominate
Captured views of time-challenging
Individual property-retaining ramparts
Outside maggies and their feathered foes
Still remember
How to circle.
Moonlight eases through crevices
dancing across frosted panes.
Reflective slivers thread bare
crawl over lath and plaster
like braille written for the sighted.
A canopy recognized only through
the digits of millenniums gone by,
transcending day into night,
night into day.
What far light is lost to others
while shifting upon the wall,
for darkness can not be a fear
to those who've merely imagined
moonlights landscape.
TWINKLES IN THE SKY
How long does a star live, millenniums,
Or perhaps multiple, unbelievable billions
Seductive, sensuous twinkles in the sky,
Brilliant, bold not shy, that meet the eye,
Maybe even several eras of zillions!
Realms of magic, explosions of light way up high,
Brilliant twinkling mischievous stars that sadly die,
Over billions of years this will occur,
Which makes my heart strings stir,
Astrologists watch and record, on them we rely.
She sings along with that song
Taking the long way
She gets that
The violin melody of a hard fought harmony
She'll find a place to belong
But eventually her roundness
Her loudness
Finds her falling out of space
And she never fits in the square pegs
She begs
Borrows, but never steals
She believes in the commandments
He isn't here anymore
Killed millenniums ago
But love lives forever
Eternally
A long hello
And she finds forgiveness
Never says goodbye
how strange
how odd
cryptic life pears at our star from afar
from under a violet willow tree.
Millenniums to come...
dandelions with strange colors,
in the winds of dim stars.
studying the fire of dying suns
painting petals and bone...
gold
ancient astronauts study skulls
of conversing monkeys...
a conquering mammal.
pondering runes of yesterday
they ask how strange it is.
how
why?
Mortal spirals break into dust...
a scattered onto winds from spinning ancient
worlds.