Short Roughened Poems
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Child in you "playing" on the beach,
Collecting roughened watered stones and shells,
Others don't like to hear "Let your PRESENCE fall om me."
God is playing pinball between the rungs of a double helix.
Silver balls of randomness and eternity, laying roughened paths onto the blackness,
tilted... "Uncertainty".
a roughened garden
devil's claw over blossom
stones like dominoes
estate sale today
fingering through memories
grief cold uncaring
sold to the future
children bouncing on the grass
laughter resurrected
The winters come much faster now
than once they did in endless days;
The sapling now a roughened bough
which in the wind no longer sways.
Springs interjection disappears
as quickly as the summer sun;
And fall? It counts the passing years
reveals the end has now begun.
Of men and ships that plow the seas
And leave a vanished furrow
In unmarked depths of ocean field
Where a million sees lie fallow.
Men who cast with roughened hands
Hopes upon the silken crests
And visions to the salty breeze
Ships that touch the foreign shore
And paint the harbor frieze.
Is it but only sun that makes the shade?
My shadow disappears when drenched in dark.
A tree in light remains with shadow made
Showing twisted branches and roughened bark.
In light of His love I forever stand
Knowing no shade alone that I may cast.
My shadow in His love is tall and grand,
No shade alone but His shall ever last.
across the land westerly wind swirling
maelstrom hits the town wild wind whirling
roughened sea wind still twirling
I googled peace
to get the feel of how
she fared
and
found her fight her
roughened way into
men's bosoms and
fortresses
and shuttle back
and forth
between heaven
and
heavy hearts
* * *
and then…
and then I browsed
for war
and with a gaping eye
I watched
the endless edging of a khaki
garb
and Oh the omnipresence
,Knows my very dreams
Dreams my very life,
As it were hers
She cradles my ego,
As if just born
Still loves my arms,
Embraced in their strength
Yet strange to me,
Softened when holding her
Golden lit flowing hair,
Caressing my roughened cheek
My grip of steel,
Loosened by velvet grasp
Silken ivory lovely breasts,
Melting my iron chest
--Mid*Night Purple Hazed,
Confusion Clouds Spin,
Mind In A Daze--
--Hands Cramp, Flow, Style
Bagged, Through Roughened Air,
Quarrels Ruby Red--
--Mouth Quit, No Words,
Come Out To Play,
Destined To Make My Fame--
Your gentle touch by work roughened hands
caresses my body softer then the finest silk
Endearments whispered in the darkness
are more precious to me than song
Eyes that express your truth
are held more dear than a poem
Your kiss that claims my heart
binds me tighter than chains
The feel of strong arms around me
imparts a strength unsurpassed
Two souls mated as ours
lasts longer than time
A century echoed incantations
Of a language in psalms and eulogies;
Each decade bearing plagues, wars disarranged
While men embraced time’s deep lamentations .
Although hearts roughened by dead rhapsodies,
The victories of warm brotherhood reigned
Cultivating world solace blessed by grace.
Titles From Novels sponsored by Nette Onclaud
June 6, 2016
A Hundred Years of Solitude
Form: 10 syllables each , using abcabcX rhyme
Eve outlines the curves of an old terrain,
where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen
reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen
from vintage halls of paling, roughened grain:
All through this vine-clad manor’s dusky shade
poses outside its elegant fig tree--
Which attests to a once- royal marquee
this landmark, our own hometown’s proud arcade.
Written 9/7/2019
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest of Eve Roper
Picture # 3
When fingertips are rough
Connect them with the wire
And let them freely slide and twang
The resonate supplier
The frequency transpire
And waves that flood the room
Do soften roughened fingertips
When audit’ries abloom
How sonic muse do plume
So disregard the stage
It’s in your hands, it’s there and then
Embittered and assuaged
The opened spruce-wood cage
And canvas to bedeck
Do welcome roughened fingertips
To dance the wiry neck
Form:
Thy curve hath taught
the rosewood how to sing
and my fingers
long roughened by cedar
grow gentle upon thy hips
returning unto the edge of thy ebony
Through forty harvests
rain hath polished
snow hath kept
the sun made sweet the grain
Lo, the wood thrush calleth
from the bough
where once this timber
drank the morning
Thrice I say unto thee
I love thee—
And another ring
God closeth
in the heartwood
=======
The oak is a most pleasant tree
She gently towers over thee
Shading everything on the ground
Inspired by small brownish round tiny acorn wee
Red squirrels claim her for their home
She provides shelter for a gnome
Blue jay senses her strength is near
Tall white tailed deer use her roughened bark as a comb
She can live for thousands of years
Letting the snow slide off in tears,
Nature's seal of mighty tree bond
Using pond as one of her fabulous mirrors.
Out of the wind,
the brown carpet is marked
prosaic like petals swept away
My snowdrops weltering in the winter
not even dead heading
can help their blind eye stalks
I feel like a pebble
roughened at the edges
and Im gifting no one
Mother nature has unearthed me
My eyes remain shut
I finger past the muddy morass
I feel blazed over
from the cityscape of lingering dreams
Not even the recurring home
joyous and warm
feels my pockets
I am a sunbaked bun
Walking barefoot in the park
on a carpet of green grass;
Nature's cool, dewy fingers
massage and tickle my toes.
A brisk tactile breeze tussles
my unruly mop of hair;
sending a shiver running
along the length of my spine.
Soaking up rays, I bathe in
warm sunlight, treating my skin
to its therapeutic touch;
bringing a blush to my cheeks.
And the roughened bark of an
accommodating shade-tree
scratches a persistent itch;
as it rubs my grateful back.
Oh ocean of that long-gone embryo
Careening stormy erratic, to pacific
Ever sculpting in navy-wavy trance
Atop your peaks diamond ambrosia
Never-never dreams, you've grown ~
Troughs, they stripped fear’s heart
Rendering a wanderer, now braver
Enameling away sea-shine opaline
as Nautili curling their striped sola
Soak me up to float down in blues
undulating in the sunk, spilled sou
roughened in a barnacle-concealer
Estuary-rich, unfurl the flowing life ~
(11/13/2020)