Long poem by
Mario DE PAZ | Details |
Fourth canto (first part)
The deep slumber was broken in my head
By a strong thunder, so that I woke up
As person forced to arouse from bed;
My rested eye I moved around then deep,
Erect uprisen, and also stared straight
In order of the place a knowledge to buildup.
It’s true that I was just in the side trait
Of the deep valley in the sore abyss
Where infinite troubles one has to wait.
Obscure and foggy was certainly this
So much that, having my face deeply stuck,
Anything there my sight was bound to miss.
“Now into the world blind straight down we chuck”,
Started to tell the poet completely pale.
“I will be first, and you second to duck”.
And I, seeing his hue and its entail,
Told him: ”How can I come if you just fear
Being the one who supports when I quail?”.
And he to me: “Of people the distress
Lying down here, imprints then on my face
The same compassion you feel due to stress.
Now go, since we have a long way to trace”.
So he moved and so pushed me to step in
The first circle which starts the chasm to lace.
Here, to extent of what you could listen,
Never was heard so much crying which ails
And made the eternal air quake and spin;
This happened without any torment bales,
Which had the crowds, many and large indeed,
Of infants, of women and of males.
The good master to me: “Do not you need
To know which souls are these that you see?
You must be aware, before you proceed,
They did not sin; if have worth as a fee
Is in vain, baptism they did not receive,
Which is the door to faith that you agree;
And if they lived before the Christ achieve,
They did not properly adored to God:
And to these I myself pertain and cleave.
Due to this lack, and not for being sod,
We are lost, and offended in a way
That to a life with no hope we must nod”.
Great grief then kept me when I heard his say,
Because people of value very high
Who I met in limbo compelled to stay.
“Tell me, my master, you that underlie”,
I started willing briefly to be sure
On that faith with no error to rely:
“Nobody came out of here, being pure
Or with intercession, blessed became?
And he understanding my say obscure,
Answered: “Short after in this state I came,
When I saw arriving a man with sway,
Crowned with signs of victory and great fame.
The soul of the first father took away,
His son Abel and Noah could bring,
And Mose’s loyal who gave the laws array;
Abraham’s patriarch and David’s king,
Israel with his father and his breed
And with Rachel, which took under his wing,
Many others, to be blessed agreed.
And I want to let you know that, before,
No human soul’s salvation had succeed”.
While he was speaking we were walking more ,
But the wilderness we were going through,
The wilderness, I mean, of souls hard core.
Not very long the way we had to do
Before night, when I saw a fire bright
Which dark hemisphere was able to hue.
We were still far more than a little bite
But not much so I could partly discern
The honorable people lying in that site.
“You that raise science and art with concern,
Who are these having honor just so great
That a different mode deserve in turn?”
And he to me: “The honored fame and trait
Which sounds up there where really you live
Mercy in heavens grows who pass them straight”.
Meanwhile a voice I heard to me arrive:
“Do honor to the poet which is at top;
His soul comes back, next had to derive”.
When that voice was calm and allayed to stop,
I saw four big shades toward us to come:
They did not show delight or of mood drop.
The good master then started telling some:
“Look well at the one holding that big sword,
Who is by of three as a king become:
That is Homer who all other poets scored;
Horace the satirist is the other;
Ovid the third, Lucan last of the board.
Since all of them now welcomes me further
According to the voice before I heard,
They honor me, and then are good farther.
So I saw the well worthy school conferred
Of that lord in the most distinguished song
Which over others flies as eagle bird.
After they friendly reasoned enough long,
They turned their heads to me sending a nod,
And then my master smiled for that along;
And they gave me honor even more broad,
Since they made me member of their array,
So I was sixth in all that wisdom laud.
So then we moved toward the light our way,
Speaking of things at best silent to keep,
Like it was speaking where I had to stay.
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Long poem by
Sergio Silveira | Details |
'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 |
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
oh,weigh a coast of years.
Carry far in azure, spiral
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
Far away, far away ,far away,
heart and frank await the
hymn of June.
All sea sisters are dressed in
embroidered of kiss of
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
The night is squeezed enigma
predatory like a bat pecking
of scarlet fig.
Sea sisters, sea sisters,
remember His steps
which go through you noiselessly,
and ou swing like
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
to open way of
Who is He?
Do you heard
His name ?
He is Messiah,
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
pretty like uncreated
like an apple of not
Long poem by
madhavi suyog pagare | Details |
The Intensifying love story by
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows
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
The way you smiled at my mystifying and
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
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
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly
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
Yes, because you are the one to whom god
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance
When, the moment you wore the golden
ring in my finger and I was happily waving
Just can’t forget the time when our long
lasting friendship turned into lifetime
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
And yes, you will always find my heart
topped with love showered only 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,
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
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever
Long poem by
Nancy Jones | Details |
THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or won’t buy it. Yet. Another year
or so they’ll eat the awful truth and then
conventional wisdom will slip right in
to its proper place and babyish why
will give way to unexamined lives. Sin
preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI.
POINT to the red stop circle. Here’s the way
to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground
at all times. Slowly and steadily. Stay
between the lines and never let the sound
of critical thinking distract your ear
from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear.
Trust me to tell you what you need know when
you need to know it. I tell you, I’ve been
granted credentials. Listen to me, I
pledge allegiances, comfort and even
wealth. Conformity’s requirements stifle PI.
ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray
expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound
dog had foolishly chased a dove away
from any sign of obedience. Mound
after mound of petrified organs. Clear
chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear
of market driven semis hauling men
and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin
with disposable fantasies rolled by
and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end
justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI.
FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play
lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound
with their scratch off oracles of big pay
and tight buns and white cuspids. Wrap-around
leather skirts lust for more time and sincere
pleas for help get downsized. Year after year,
oblivious to the tipping of win
or lose scales to the right and left to grin
and bear it. Occasional urge to cry
‘til imbalance seems natural. If your skin
crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI.
ONE nation under God circles to sway
one lord one faith one baptism? Joshua downed
Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay
to drop her horrid load Does it astound
anyone anymore? Or has the fear
of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer
and replaced them with slick prayers to low men
in high places? Hallelujahs in thin
screechy voices. Who will dare to ask why?
Blind patriotism and religion
unsupported by spirit torture PI.
AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again
and again and again. There’s never been
an end or even a pattern. We fly
around in circles, unaware. But when
we wake, we will come face to face with PI.
the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi
Long poem by
Ernesto P. Santiago | Details |
You are, And I am,
The Body of Christ, Of an earthly man,
Purchased by His sacred blood! A sinner, living in iniquity!
Pure and precious in nature A presumptuous transgressor,
True riches and infinite wisdom Of divine teachings,
Can only be found in You! Of the Father--the Greatest King!
You are the light of life And I walk in darkness
To those who believe in righteousness For I'm led to falsity and deception
As they reside in Your blessed peace! By the sweet-talking parsons of lies!
You preached the gospel, I ignored your presence
To the GEM many came to listen, For my fixation was on seen things
But few are chosen! From which I gained nothing!
You saw the emptiness in my heart I was touched by Your noble deeds
And that You gave me invitation That I accepted Your call, gladly!
To be apart of You! And later, I found the truth in You!
You are in me and I'm in You! And thru the Holy Baptism, I am redeemed!
And I became a true Christian. In one spirit, we share our firm conviction
To those who seek the long and treacherous road towards salvation!
Sharing our gifts from Heaven could change one's life, forever!
For great fortune is ours, as we make life better for others
And for them to be called into the Supreme Church!
For truly, I will abide in the Holy Scriptures,
To constantly praise and worship God,
For I am, sure and without doubt,
An offspring of His unselfish
Long poem by
Keith Trestrail | Details |
The weekend continues...
But not so my spirit and not so my mojo risin,
And in my addlemania I dry wet clothes
From my baptism of sand and sea:
The mudflats beckon yonder: Bugger!
Kaipara Harbour at its low ebb -
A remote ancestral place of myth and legend.
Those windswept badlands
Scar a bleak landscape -
To me it feels like the dark side of the moon:
A dead man walkin - fallen in the dunes!
Under cover of darkness...
Regiment covert Black Ops:
Left Base Camp HQ at 2100 hours -
Stormin Norman Skeet Company!
Cursed by the howlin wind,
More eye-rollin drunk than before
Dug in on the cold shiftin sands of Iwo Jima:
Bivouacked on the beachheads
And coves of Guadalcanal!
To seek out bow-legged women: make contact
With the local frontier girls
And summon them in the tall grass:
But the blokes under my command had heads
Like gargoyles, so we had to Bug Out -
Bid a retreat lest toothless villagers
Wavin pitchforks appear!
Hark...is that Deulin Banjos I hear!
Returned to HQ and debriefed in our madness
As the grunts frenzied on cockles.
They nursed their wounds - I nursed a beer!
Then out of nowhere
Enemy positions rained incomin shellfire
Upon the tin roof - stoned us
With their hit and run cluster bombs
And vanished like the voices in my head!
Kiddin! No voices! Not psycho!
But worse was to come at Camp Crystal Lake
When my "Blood on the Tracks" tape
Self-destructed: the ghost of Dylan died!
O but there was an Idiot Wind blowin
Through our Shelter from the Storm!
And in my cabin fever I did
Become yep, Tangled up in Blue!
Sunday: gravely low on hooch -
More precious than Saddam's stolen gold!
'Twas then the plotters plotted
On the windy Kaipara shore!
The first casualty of war is the truth,
But not this version of it - so shall it be written:
With jellyfish in my jacket
And deceit in my heart
We were on a Mission from God...
And as I rolled back the bedcovers
I felt good and just cause!
As I laid my slimy tentacled friend down
The universe was in alignment!
And with my Blues Brother and wheelman
In sunglasses, like Jake and Elwood,
We smoked that Monaro out of the "Deliverance"
Backwoods before insurrection in the ranks,
And before them pig squealin
Mountain men showed up to take a bride!
Dedicated to all who were there.
Tapora is a small sleepy village on the Kaipara
Harbour in the North Island of New Zealand.
...until we showed up!
Long poem by
madhavi suyog pagare | Details |
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
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
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
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
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 |
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?
Yes.. oh Yes I want to ask more...
Little that I know
that You alone
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
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
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
paulin laurence | Details |
let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from very young,
you will never hide from me,
i'm the witch hunter general you see.
my name shall be feared throughout this land,
my hunting of witches will go as planned,
first you'll be tossed into a cell,
stripped naked and starved,until you tell.
i'll start to prick to cause you pain,
and i'll do it over and over again,
then you'll be bound to stool or table,
cross legged of course,even if you're not able.
after twenty four hours the cramps will set in,
again poked and prodded,but i'll use a new pin,
you'll then walk the stones til your feet bleed,
still i reckon you don't get to feed.
then you're taken for a swim in the lake,
your baptism water you didn't take,
if you're innocent you will drowned,
but if you sink a true witch i've found.
this cruelty wasn't enough,mathew got no kicks,
a new style was developed,it only took two ticks,
he bent victims double,tied thumb to big toe,
a rope round the waist,in the water they'd go.
these people were worn down by his torturous way,
but hopkins was going to have his say,
one question he used in the brow beating session,
you're aquainted with the devil,i want a confession.
a nod or monosyllabic reply will do the trick,
or my man will beat you again with the stick,
then poor john lowes,a suffolk minister of note,
was told you're a witch,i can tell by your coat,
a quarrelsome gent of seventy was poor john,
disliked by many,they wanted him gone,
hopkins took the task to prove he was right,
john was kept awake for many a day and a night.
they ran him till he was out of breath,
he was weary, and scared half to death,
so he confessed to get some peace,
then the torturous pain would cease.
hopkins said"another one i didn't let survive",
john went to the scaffold august 1645,
no cleargy would read for him at his grave,
a villager said"to the devil john was no slave".
who knows how many poor sould were lost,
letting hopkins rule,had it's own cost,
more than 200 people this way met their fate,
by the time hopkins hit norfolk,it was too late.
his trials of blood passed through our countryside,
in his work mathew hopkins took great pride.