Orange

Orange

Florida

Citrus

Vitamin C,

Tangy, Tart

Sour, Sweet,

Pigmentation

Of Ochre and

Cadmium

Absorbing the

Blue in light

Orange

Peel the rind

Bite the fruit

Tastes so good

Drink the juice

Pulp or clean

When you find the Red

and the Yellow,

somewhere in between

The orange will appear

In warning or autumn

Halloween is calling

Jack O’Lanterns and the

Glowing, of candle wicks and

Torches alit, with determination

And given to endurance, the

Compliment of Azure

Orange

Strolling The Villages and The Shops, of Our Very Own Versions of Insanity

Sanction dropped before the fifth,

wholesome beasts silk ties and

violent fists, gently adjust the storm

of constriction, subtly strangulating

about the neck

and a few shark fins later, along

came a paisley parrot with a welsh

design, speaking slurred and lewd

vocabularies

Then to the painting that caught your eye,

Literally, some batty estrogen depraved one-time

Beauty queens, plucked it with a watermelon scoop,

And tossed it about as each took turns to stir their

Soup…I think it was lentil, but I can’t quite tell, for

My nose was plugged damn tight, probably a result

Of all the smog I breathe in day and night

But it seems the reflections were all but dirtied splotches

Dried to spider-webbed glass, and so they through my

Orb back to me, and along with a half-filled bottle of visine, they said go ahead, put it back…and somehow,

That’s exactly what I did

In continuing this stroll, the things I saw, kind of

Wish I forced those hags to keep hold my sight in their arms, cradling it till the break of dawn, then casting a party, with grog and spoils, where we’d all sit around and tell stories over soup, sticking around until the Moyle pulls the snippers from his kit, and said, “lets all play a game…”

 

And dominion falls for once and all, damning the air with it’s subtle unsettling sense of foul…and pilgrimages never will seem the same…

As from this point forward, I do, I must have to say, a day’s much longer when you stay awake, and the minutes drag when your in distress this great, but hey, whatcha know, there’s merit in leaving untold whispers by the broken homes of emancipated brats raised by themselves to live that way, anyhow, that’s a pearl I took to heart, minutes after this whole sojourn was impelled to start

Seconds before the brownstone could open it’s arms and wrap their familiar paws upon me there, a salve, a beacon of dissection stuttered down the concrete, he would’ve got to me, he probably should have, but lifting one’s leg at every tree, truly revises one’s definition of a dogged day,

But as my door was sealing shut, his voice was spurting through the sky, where words would mumble, jumble echo high, and I there heard him say, “ all we really need, is something warm to keep us safe, all we really need is a warm place to stay the night…” and then I swore I heard him crying…to which I’m always a sucker for…

So I opened up the door and offered him my couch, to which he spoke swift and fast, “thank you, thank you, thank you much…this’ll hurt me more than it’ll hurt you, this I’m most certain of…”

Red

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Red

Primary

Blood

Ire, love

Passion, rage

Ire, love

Blood

Primary

Red

And so

It forever

Circulates

And so

It forever

Pumps

Along the

Incongruity of

Life, that ever

Flows

Red

Blue

Blue

Primary

Sea, ocean

Deep

Aqua, Marine

Lakes and streams,

And

So the sadness flows

Midnight, Navy

The intensity of hue

Increases the strength of mood

The intensity of hue

Midnight, Navy-blue

And so the sadness flows,

Through lakes and streams it goes

Aqua, marine

Deepest depths of Sea

Deepest ocean scene

Primary

Blue  

Poetry Scavenger Hunt

Thought I'd do something a little different today.  It's the 4th of July and this takes me back to childhood.  Aside from the love of BBQ, Fireworks consuming the sky and getting together with family friends we didn't get to see all too often, I remember how I, and the other children, loved to play the scavenger hunt game.  We'd go to a friend of my parents house, and the had an enormous amount of land.  The adults would scatter trinkets, doodads, treats, small change and what nots throughout the property and then we'd get a list of what to find.

It was very similar to the Easter egg hunt, but different in there was enough for everyone to complete their scavenger lists, which, some of the children didn't wind up finishing, too which I still wonder, if the parents ever found all those hidden items, if they're still lingering around, waiting for someone to find them.

Anyhow, so this is where I'm going with today.  A Poetic Scavenger Hunt, of sorts.   To read the poem, click on each link, follow the directions, extract the word, words or lines and continue until the poem is constructed in it's collected entirety.

Stanza Two, Line 2, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth Words,

First Stanza, First Line, Second, Third and Fourth Words,

Second Stanza, Seventh Line, First, Second, Third and Fourth Words-


Stanza Two, Third Line-

Second Stanza, Line Two-

Ninth and Eight words, respectively, from Finis,

Stanza Five, Line One

Fourth Stanza, First Line/line 4 word six (insert Comma), word seven

First Stanza, Fourth Line

Third Stanza, 2nd Line minus 1st word,(Insert Comma between 2nd & 3rd)

Last Stanza, Second Last Line, First four words.




First Line,

Second Stanza, Sixth Line (Omitting First Two Words)-

Fourth Stanza, Lines One and Two,

Second Part, Third Last Line,

Third Stanza, Fifth Line…

Last Two lines.



Third Stanza, Last Line,

Fourth Stanza, First Line,

Eleventh Stanza, First Line-

Stanza Two, Last Line, Words Two, Three, Four and Five,

Fourth Stanza, Second Line, First Three Words,

Sixth Stanza, Third Line,

Second Stanza, Sixth Line minus First Word,

Third Line, Third and Fourth Words, Fourth line minus final 2 words


What a wonderful poem, If I do say so myself, which is even more amazing, is that I didn't even write a single word of it.  All I did is conduct this poetic orchestra, you, all of you poets, you are the instruments, and all the varied sounds that can and will often flow in such wonderfully unpredictable manners.  That, if I know anything at all, in a nutshell, politics or country aside, is Independence personified.

Thanks to all the wonderful poets I included in this piece, I could have gone on much longer, and would've liked to include many, many others, just theme that presented itself didn't mesh with the pieces I read today or it was simply a case of this project becoming a never-ending piece, as it quite could've been.


Well, just to update the Scavenger Hunt posting.  Hope everyone had fun interacting with the directions to form the poem, and hopefully everyone took the time to read all these fantastic poets I linked up to for this event.  Perhaps I'll do another one of these one day, it was fun to create.

Anyhow, seeing some time's past, I thought I'd enter the poem in it's entirety here, which should've been what you came up with while participating with the directions above.  Again, thanks for the positive feedback.

I wait to see,
A beautiful thing
dressed only in light

To fall from above
to wash my one wish-
-from my flesh,
with traces
that will be restoration and
high jumpin'/stars, trapped
on a rainsheened
door, hiding a naked shell
where all lies end

I listen to the silence
and sit in the shade of elms,
the sound of water over stones and pebbles
in and of itself,
heal this pain that destroys me daily
of innocence long forgotten

Between stillness and monsoon
my soul poured out,
bringing forth ease-

A cloud burst of sighs
salted our tongues
and swoons in small sweet gasps,
crying out
to express what flowed in my heart

Bottoming Out

A pounding pace
bathed this sopping
atmosphere

Combustible ripostes
accompany the
slap of fear

Wings cast skyward
yet doused and damped
tufts can ne'er upward
dance

Nothing to soften such
backhanded blows, left to
writhe with askance views,
seeing peril behind each
twine the drapery used


in this land of crags, the saucer's
spin and spin and spin, breaking
loose the heat, the product and
accompaniment of; when the
samovar explodes

In this land of crags,
the crevice snaps in tines
and prongs, scattering the
self and all it's wounds from
it's precipice

Here, you remain, directionless
and alone…this the condition
known as bottoming out

This week Shawna gives us 15 words, to use in the composition of our poetic tapestries.  Head on over to Monday Melting to find out the words, see what poetry has been spun, and while you're there, why not play along.

A Song for a Valkyrie

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You'll notice that the recording only covers a portion of the song, as it appears here. The reason for this is the program I use to record, has a 3 minute recording limit, and instead of recording this song/poem in two parts, I simply choice to omit many of the similar sounding choruses from the recording here, as I feel the pacing, tempo and rhythm are illustrated clearly in the instances I did record, which you can easily apply to the unrecorded portions, as you read along.

As A young man I made

Many a dire plan

To find an angel

Who’d take me from a life

I no longer wished to live

Racing, I made my way

To what, I deemed

a final resting place

It was here, where she first came to me

Grabbing hold my hand and arm, she

So easily disarmed the pain which grew inside

Granting me the comfort there, to see the truth behind the lies

In her embrace, within her grasp

I knew she would ne’er deceive

Even knowing this, I knew, her

caress could never last

And as her gaze began to shy apart from my own

she whispered what I most desperately had to know

Four words were then bestowed unto me

Four words, to forever alter, all I’d hear, all I’d ever see 

“ It’s not your time”

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

An angel cried

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

She saved my life

For years I’d think in dream

Of how she appeared to me

Simple it is, to recall, how I’d felt

Enrapt, aglow, her love, alive within this altered shell

This time though was long since past

And many suns and moons had elapsed

I’d grown old

And looking back

I now realized, that without her appearing then

None of this would ever be,

The lifetime of love we shared entwined

Gone, with all the rest my memories

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

An angel cried

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

She saved my life

But today I understand

No one can predict the fate of man,

No one knows how or why,

When it will first start

Or where it will find its end 

And that is why I die today

It’s my time; I accept, I must

there is no rhyme; there is no reason why

Let faith be strong; I must entrust

That one day she’d return for me

In a light that’s forever long

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

An angel cried

Ay ay ay ay

From the sky

She saved my life

Fading quick

And there she stood

Still looking every bit the memory

She held me tight, easing concern

I knew what next must come to pass

This much, I knew I’d earned

Ay ay ay ay

Up high

The sky grows wide

Ay ay ay

Ay ay ay ay

On her wings

We would fly

Ay ay ay

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

On her wings

we shall fly

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

Way up high,

In the sky,

On Her wings,

We will fly

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

To Valhalla

We shall ride

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

Past the sky

We’ll soon fly

On wings

Of Val-chi-rye

Life begins again

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

On wings we ride

Up past the sky

To Valhalla’s gates

We’ll soon pass through

Val-chi-rye

Val-chi-rye

In valhall

I’ll soon be at home with you
 
Linked up to D'Verse for Open Link Night, where the mic's always live, and the joint's always packed, with poets each part this globe. Claudia is tending the bar tonight.  Be sure to stop on by, take in some great poetry and while you're there, perhaps inspiration will strike, and you'll share one of your own as well.