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Long poem by Sergio Silveira | Details |

The Volunteer, A Poem Inspired by HRH Prince George of Cambridge

'We have a future king to make,'
Said the deep, resounding voice.
'But it is not a proper fit for everyone.
For a king must know first how to obey than to command,
And to abide rather than reign.'

'And thus, I need a volunteer.'

The eager little voices swiftly gathered ‘round.
'To have a throne and my own crown,' said a little voice with delight. 
'A great palace for my home,' cried another, 'or a castle with tall ramparts.'
'I’d be above all others,' said yet another, 'that would surely ease one’s comparing mind;'
'And best of all, to be revered by everyone and through all time!'   

'Don’t fool yourselves with thrones and crowns,' said a little voice from the side,
'Do not haste into a choice you may regret for all your life!
I’d rather risk oblivion and even want, but be free to choose my fate,
What is precious life for but to discover one’s gift and thirst?
You take that crown and throne, and you forever renounce the greatest prize you own!'

There were no volunteers at hand for that grand, distinguished life.
The once lively little voices now stood silent, with cautious glances in their eyes.
Yet they began to move a little, but not to volunteer their fates; 
Someone was slowly coming forward all the way from far behind. 
Soon, one single little voice stood ahead of all the others, and with a thoughtful stare, it spoke:

'I overheard a story once
Of a vast and balmy river 
That braves across cold, stormy seas
So it can meet a fabled shore
And become one with it.

'Wearied from its long voyage, 
It crashes beneath the sheer cliffs.
And as its froth caresses the jagged rocks,
It echoes the green, velvety meadows above
Which gently cuddle the harsh precipice. 

'The wee, babe-in-arms coming king 
Will hold that fabled shore in him.
For he, though one sole man
Will stand for an entire land.
And in choosing this destiny
Of that fabled shore I also shall be,
For it will be a part of me, 
And I, humbly, of it.

'And then, there is the brave lad who in sheer fright,
Gathered all his nerve and leaped into the dark night
Over the unknown enemy’s laird.
Oh, how I would leap into the dark along with thee!
Though he is now long gone, he will live in me,
And I, humbly, in him.

'And the family who huddled deep beneath the ground
Through the terrifying shudder of the enemy’s raging rounds. 
Then, to rise again, and not concede.
I was in that shelter along with them,
And so were a million others who were yet to be!

'Such as the young boy now walking to school on a quiet country lane,
To learn his Scott, his Shakespeare, his Milton, and his Keats.
I will follow him close behind, and my own feet shall grow within his footprints.
It takes no less than each of them to make a king, 
And not more than lacking one to lessen him.
For a king, though one sole self, stands for all, 
And all do stand for him.

'I know that in choosing this path, 
I’ll forever relinquish command of my compass, 
And may never find out what I could’ve become on my own, 
Or what my true talent may be.
I will follow, instead, a course that has long been set,
By others, and not by me.

'But I have a strong hunch 
That if I don’t put myself first,
Or what I feel I’m entitled to do and to have,
And choose, instead, to be fair, as best as I possibly can, 
To those for whom I’ll be honored to stand,
I’ll eventually know who I really am; 
And will meet, one day, the man I am meant to become.'

'Thus, I volunteer 
To be the child who’s one day to be king.'

A newborn day blazed in the distance,
And a transformation was about to take place, 
As momentous as the invasion of spring,
The rising of the harvest, or a mighty winter gale.
Nearly two thousand babies were coming to life on that land, 
From that land, to that land, for that land, 
And a single one amongst them exalted all. 

Half a world away, a vast and balmy river 
Was setting out on its long voyage to a fabled shore,
And nearby, radiant sunlight battled gray, stormy clouds,
So as to break through and paint in brilliant and broad brushstrokes
The lofty Highlands below,
And thus, be reborn as shimmering glens and moors.


Long poem by Nina Mindova | Details |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


Long poem by madhavi suyog pagare | Details |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details |

Princess Philomena 1

She who is the light and hope in love complete
I kneel in your grace
A story that really gripped me deeply
as my mother told me with such pride in her voice

Protectress of the most Holy living rosary 
she has preformed countless miracles
A young virgin who was martyred at the age of 13
She willingly gave her life to the heavenly sacrifice
daughter of light you shine heroic
Blessed with the virtues of purity,obedience and humility
the anchor of hope in deep dark despair
I promised someone really dear to me
precious in my heart with love
to write this story

She was the daughter of a prince stunning beautiful
coming from a small state in Greece
who her family became Christians 
in baptism she became the daughter off, light
One day while in the city the family went for an audience
with the great emperor, when he saw her 
he appeared possessed in his mannerism
during the whole time within conversations 
Now her father was dazzled with his honor
he willingly accepted his proposal of marriage
her father and mother tried everything to induce her to yield
to their demands she turned to them and said
I never break a promise once made
in the one she had made to Jesus
saying her virginity belongs to him
No longer can I dispose of it
They tried everything in their power
her father began attacking her in his own shame
in violent rage and anger and her mother tried to induce her to yield
they tried everything with her that was possibly know to them
Until both her parents fell on their knees begging
with tears that were overwhelming their eyes
pleading with her to please take pity on them
No was her answer final on the subject
she had vowed herself to God and her kingdom is in Heaven
She was brought before the emperor at the time
he flew into a mad violent fit of anger mixed with rage
influenced by the devil himself
He flung her into the palace prison
thinking to himself with pain and suffering
and with great shame in her courage he constantly attacked her
some which were almost fatal to her purity of blessing
had it not been for the hand and grace of God
Her prayers supported her 
those she made to the love of Jesus
and to her most holy mother with her only son
now being held in captivity 37 days in total
always in a heavenly mist of light 
Our Blessed most Holy Mother supreme through the eyes of all women
bride of our Lord the Father God the creator
our Blessed Mother appeared in a vision

this story continues on next write 3 chapters this all held me captive 




Long poem by madhavi suyog pagare | Details |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?


Long poem by Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Details |

OUR LIVING HOPE

Frozen tears through the years That you blew with your great love Into the water, I was cleansed Never thought it was more that Deep inside, only God knows All that I have gone through I was alone, yet I tried to be strong I hold on, hoping nothing will go wrong Silent tears I cried without pride Unbinding myself with all that lie Quenching myself from all that wry Freeing myself before I'll die Your death, You took without further ado You redeemed me that I believe is true Into Your resurrection, You give me hope A living hope that leaves me to dare cope Need I ask for more? Need I ask for more? for more.... Yes.. oh Yes I want to ask more... Little that I know Until now that You alone are my Living hope... Forsaken before... Forgotten core.. yet, still still.. like a rushing wind you came, calming and filling me With a burning passion You only can give as Your Spirit saturating me Every fiber that makes me human. Making me whole making me new... its no ritual.. its not because to be belong nor its a procedure but because because.. its a need.. a crawling screaming growing need from within... My Living hope.. As into the water I will be immerse So thus like You before buried from injustice but resurrected and so I am my old self will be long gone and done.. for new beginnings... And I will rise.. I will rise... I know and I believe.. I have declared publicly, that You. Its You that's all that I want now.. I want now... (c) Olive Eloisa 1:05pm June 23, 2014
Note: This is inspired with the greater understanding of the rights of Baptism.. All religions, (from my opinion and from what I read) to enter,, is to undergo one Baptism. In my life, I have undergone two Baptisms of which these two: the first because I am a baby and so innocent of what is it. The second, when I entered my elementary years and it is a requirement. although, I learned some of the meaning of why there is this and some of the meanings of the symbols.. but it's until later that I have known and I have a wider understanding of what this is to me spiritually... Its not merely to be belong, or be used to be accepted to some certain degree or to gain better status but the mere fact that its the declaration of faith, the acknowledgement of your beliefs and trust and more to experience... to experience the greater meaning of this serious solemn act... :)


Long poem by stephen syacika | Details |

SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me 
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination, 
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same, 
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before! 
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows, 
But whatever the case may be, 
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.

I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who 
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one 
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a 
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.

And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this 
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like 
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!


OLIVER MUKEMU


Long poem by Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Details |

An Elegy For Noah Tuckwell

As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist

I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.

You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.

But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.

As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.

So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow 
One hole to be ventured in farther 

As you led there erotically 
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely 
I couldn’t take my eyes away

So I didn’t see 
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career

Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start 

To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat

I wish I had been able to say 
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive

Your hair was golden in the glow 
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know 
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp

And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort

But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair

My heart is soaked in liquid salt 
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby

Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry 
Although we never met


Long poem by Jeremy Street | Details |

Omnium Gatherum

"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...." ~I Corinthians~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Throughout the vast regions

Outside of Dreamendon

Atop the parched soils of its land

Saturant forces at hand....

The fallen prince abaddon, their leader

From a far and distant sphere

Gathering soldiers of fortune, we ride

Veridicals of truth, our guide....

Veriorums of ancient scrolls

Written millineums ago

Containing the alpha of all wisdom

Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps

In search of this destroyer

The enemy, of all mankind!

Our purpose, our quest

To deliver their souls, back

From within their evil hands

Soldiers of fortune....

Vagabonds we are not

For we know our home, and 

We know "Our King"

"The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'"

And so we ride....

Amid the shadows, of the valleys

And beyond the darkest, of the night

In pursuit of this empire

To consume it, with forevers "Light"

Not for one, not for some

But for all, for all, all, of "Life"

"....Omnium Gatherum...."

The light, of the omniscience of "Truth!"

Toward the panacea of pandaemonica

Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's

Celestial asylum....

Vicissitudes vicious vault

Of poisonous encroaching realities

The realities, of its pervading 

Twistings of thought...."daimonikos"

Apollyons apathecaries

Reapers, far, far beyond....

Unto the palladium passages

Angelically guarded corridores, leading

To the sacrosanctic sapphoric spires

Of sapiencies mightily strong towers

"Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical"

Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder

Dreamendons Beauties~

Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls

"The Endless City"....

Gates made of single pristine pearls

Streets like glass, paved, in pure

Transparent gold...."Zion"

The Kingdom of The Great "I Am"

"Forever"...."Upon 'His' Throne!"

The beginning of wisdoms, mercies

...............{ Love }................

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

".......Omnium Gatherum......."


Long poem by Danesh Morgan | Details |

In my eyes

One to ponder: ,
The other in wonder,
With me added as your
Newest member ...
In the end, we will not remember,
Why this tragedy comes mostly in
December,
Amber signal to warn us of coming
danger,
Of fanatic groups with their
uncontrollable anger,
The rich getting richer,
The poor getting poorer,
And the nights getting darker,
When this winter getting colder,
The time of Judgement is getting
nearer,
Alas we are not getting any wiser,
Nor the world's leaders getting any
smarter,
Believe me when I say we are
running in circles,
As this peace of nations falls into
darkness,
A new set of evil is scheming in
shadows,
The chosen one is born and among
us,
The Son of the UnHoly has brought
his game,
To teach,preach,
reach out and abuse,
Every mankind of goodness on trial,
Or bear the Mark of the Ancient
Dragon!
Give some and share your wealth,
Take extra care of your own health,
There is no fast solution to the
problems we have,
There is no rush coz there is no
easy way out,
I have lost my mind and faith.
We are sitting ducks and easy bait,
To many soliders boys we got to play
with their lives,
Who gives a Damn if we live or die?
Prepare yourself
With drums of battle,
The ships are ready to set sail thru
the ocean,
And fighter planes dogfighting in
gunsmoke.
Beware the weather is playing havoc,
And disaster strikes in many colours,
Super huge storms and gigantic
forest fires,
Mother Nature has lost her marbles,
Gaia losing faith on us humans,
Nothing gain by killing Atlas!
The days are numbered my friends,
And prophecy of old been told,
To younger generation to hear,
And bear witness of what is to come,
Is this too long or wasting your
time,
Reading other blogs,forum or poems,
The message is crystal clear,
Your conscience is your only
salvation,
I am only a poet,
And a humble simple mortal,
Nothing special nor wise like others,
My double has made this known to
all the readers,
This is the end of this insignificant
poem...
.....As I alway say like my
trademark...
This is the End...
Need I say more?...


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