Posts tagged with "summer"
Sunday, 27. January 2008, 05:22:33
fireworks, summer, night, heaven
...
LIGHTS IN THE NIGHT
explosive combustibles
generated colored lights
bamboo tubes filled with finely
grourid charcoal and sulfur
He held her hand and looked up
and realising she was more beautiful
more firey than lighted missles
and all that was her
extravagant the display they witness
elaborate production of floating
bodies in the nights heavens
and lavish the art that pleases the eye
lightening exposed realing the senses
intense the shooting stars and flame
bright confetti fills the air
as smoke and splendour fills the sky
A spherical break of colored stars
that leaves a visible trail of sparks
such the jewels that glitter
crisscrossing the dark blanket above
radial lines like the legs of a spider
burst in a straight line of trajectory
until we come to the final salute
that tells us the end is nigh my love
and so we watched that night
the liquid fuel that caused the final
fireball in the sky so
burst sizzle dazzle and scatter
and for a brief moment on summer's eve
they satieted and soaked in the lights
one single magical moment
for in that eve nought would matter
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Thursday, 24. January 2008, 05:46:09
summer, Deceit, Anger, death
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IN THE HEAT OF SUMMER
Heat wave of extended period
Gives the horizon a watery haze
Clouds they build in the distance
And thunder threatens to be break open the skies
But the rain it comes not
Relief from heat of day but a once memory
Hidden memories I yearn
And summer’s heated mirage is all lies
Humidity pushes me past the zone
Sweltering heat envelopes me
Draining slowly all my senses
And who could perceive your fatality
That in the summer makes us all a victim
Falling prey to summer’s storm
That builds slowly through the day
And remind us of our mortality
The air is scorched
And beneath the searing sun I burn
The air is thick as sweat drips down my brow
Waiting for the cooling that’s nothing more than a memory
For I have been to Hades and back
Force of nature the mode of motion
Excessive exposure of fire that now burns within
And summers heat forges it’s violent rage abrasive as emery
Maree Long
© Maree Long 2008
Wednesday, 23. January 2008, 01:02:05
voices, darkness, Religious, demon
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SUMMER'S APARTMENTWhite painted walls
on either side their lies
a blank canvas that stares at me
white cold steel
vertical rails that mar
my vision
and what would be a beautiful
horizon is interupted and
stripped of its moments beauty
white sands too hot
to walk on forbid
that I should trespass
white blinding heat
pours down on me
melting my resolve
so hot the day
that makes all things
unpleasnt
so humid the air
it presses in
confinement it strangles me
and time befreinds me not
always choosing how painfully
slow it passes
all that once thought secure
such relationships no longer
my hearts solace
and the demon voice well known
for its ready made lies
whispers to my mind
"run and jump, think not
let thy end be wift
and I will hold your hand
and all your burdens will lift"
then white the truth reveals
that gives my heart the light
dispels the present darkness
that burned within me
and seared my eyes of truth
but my heart it feels
and knows that I am held
in the Father's hand
and protected there with him
for white the tiny white lies
did tell as they stripped away
memories spell
and back to where you came from
the white droplets of deceit
were sent
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: Please note the following warning - I personally had been using this sleeping aid - only a few days at a time - with a break in between to avoid any addictiveness - what I got was violent mood rage swings, loss of memory, and a voice proding me to suicide to run and jump off a balcony....I thought it was a spirittual attackk, whilst I still think I have been suffering a spirutal attack no doubt in my mind now....however these little demons are a force unto themselves and will be taking all remainging stock back to the doctors with an interesting report....
http://www.smh.com.au/news/National/More-warnings-for-sleeping-pill-Stilnox/2007/11/28/1196036972352.htmlMare
Monday, 7. January 2008, 10:49:05
summer, spring, nature, leaves
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BUTTERFLIES IN THE HILLS
float into the lull of the waterless
gullies playing with green stems
now growing, peering out of the rocks
of the bed where once waters flowed and
for but a moment rested their weary head
and flit these sliken flowers at the call
of empending dusk with tiny white wings
that played with last lights ray of sunshine
filtered by trees that they themselves compete
with their own shimmering leaves
so where did these flights of minds fancy
eminate and where was there birth place
of beauty that deemed they should share
their dance of the air with me
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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Monday, 7. January 2008, 10:33:47
summer, nature, breasts, passion
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"SUMMER'S LADY"
and times hands, the shadows playfully
caressed her beasts
as filtered sunlight through the many
fingers of green leaves danced as
the sun set in the west
for she had no where to be
and spent her day lying in the fileded
grasses her summer so care free
The wind it played it's music
rustling from tree to tree
and it too joined the cicada
chorus, creating harmony
and the birds they gathered upon
the lowered boughs and branches
to greet summers lady fare
to find a lady so free of spirit
in the forests clearing,
all agreed was rare
and watched they as now her lover
joined her on the forest floor
and by her side laid there
as their bodies melted in mid summers
heat, for the song of summers passions
pure loved was declared.
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Wednesday, 2. January 2008, 06:46:33
summer, nature, Autumn, secret
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CICADA'S SONG - The Courtship of Summer
cicada's song that rings in the air
comes on the morning breeze
of summers breath thick in humidity
sounding like the word of "pharoah"
or the sizzling skillet of flighted meat
singing midday as another awaits the late afternoon shift
the female lured and flying nearer responds
to the male with a flick of her wings
and lured to the emitting sound
and when you sing all else is quiet as
vibrating rib plates in amplifying cavities
that which can be heard from half a mile away
so sing cicada sing, sing in competing throng
and secure a mate for thee
for you will sing for little less than 30 days
for summer's emergence tranparent wings
that filter violets light for
did you spy thousands of stovepipes there upon the ground
so fanciful and many are your names
Yellow Monday, Whisky Drinker, Double Drummer and Black Prince
the Cherry Nose, Red Eye and Brown Baker,
your song rises amongst the loudest in the word
adapted perfectly to the urbanized environment
is Australias emerald Green Grocer
but be aware the king of summers song
for Exerirus hunts and is ready with sting
numb from your demise stuck in a burrow
and there you rest on shelves of the catacomb
and be deposited there as mere food stock
as fodder for the wasp-grub that grow
and now summer moves as the leaves change their color
and Autumn in passing waves
and your secret isall that remains
now silent the defeaning drone
that once pulsed through the air
are the lifeless forms of summers reign
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Monday, 3. December 2007, 02:39:04
summer, nature, rain, childhood
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BALMY SUMMER DAYS
hot summer has arrived
crackling thunder breaks and cries
and rolls through the air
warm filled pleasant days
as one lazes and reclines
and with ease reflects and stares
beyond the garden of greenery
and little purple stalks of flower
cooling herself with bamboo fan
thinks of the evening to come
when cool breeze and twinkling lights
fall down on her and her man
Balmy summer days allows the mind
to dream and drift to a wonder world of
imagination that flashes back to summers past
kids playing in the street till after dark
parents drinking laughing around the backyards table
as a game of hide and seek forever lasts
iceblocks and sunnboys all round for girls and boys
fighting over the red and orange tubes of ice
as maddening water fights burst out
and at last kids all soaked and dripping wet
have exhausted all but there last breath
and protest with dropped lip and pout
and now the wind picks up and cool breeze
rises and brings relief for all
so no the kids won't be going to bed
on that summer night they will be dancing
in the summer rain like droplets bouncing
as parents soon join the frey of what the kids have led
balmy summer days of the past
of those days and nights
we wish to relive over and again
but am I too much older and wise
will I watch from a distance the change in sky
or let my guard down and be a child once again
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2007
Thursday, 29. November 2007, 09:22:53
nature, summer, breeze, dragonfly
Transparent winged nymps
of the streams and wetlands
The black tailed skimmer
with its yellowish brown tapered body
enjoys the creaiton of
unvegetated gravel pits
as summer breeze brings the
glass wings of flight your way
hovering warships of the skies
feasts upon the bane existance
of the blood thirsty mosquitos
and grateful we are to the formidable
hunter, that you are welcome flight
amidst our beings
wings of delicate lace
that brings fancy imagination
to every child in season
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Saturday, 24. November 2007, 04:05:11
summer, nature, breeze, cool
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"AFTER"
dew kissed the green
against grey skies
cool summer breeze
hides from heat of day
laden is the May Bush
that bows her head
from which all life drinks
extends her arms beckoning to stay.
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2007
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
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