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Long poem by James Inman | Details |

That Long Evening


When you came to me...

Not that you wanted me.  Oh, no!  It was I who wanted you,
Your comfort... your caring... your
... compassion, your compassion...
Your body, beautiful and young, perhaps that as well at some different time, some different circumstance.
The beauty of your mind, yes, your essence... yes, that which makes you.
I wanted YOU... needed you.

...you smiled... the light, the beacon that saved my sanity from the storm tossed sea of my existence.
I smiled my feeble simper in return.
You said you looked for me and slipped onto the silvery, wooden bench beside me.
I had run away unable to face you.
I knew what the night would deliver... Goodbye.  We would yet share our days but no longer our substance... your pain... my insecurities...

Oh, how you opened to me when we were new, like a bird freshly freed from its cage, stretching its stiffened, unused wings, your thoughts... hesitant but fluid.
You told me of your helplessness... of the night of fear and anger, the giving and loving in your heart stripped from you... taken by the one closest to you, so... violent, so... abasing.

How could anyone ever love you again, you asked...
 
I felt your pain.
I could not, but I wished to share it with you... to take it from you... to leave you whole, to help you... forget.
You used it.  In your beautiful way... you wanted it... to create comfort where there was hurt... warmth where there was fear
... compassion.

...How could you not be loved!

...our talks and feelings... and you... never more to be a meaningful measure of my life.  Then there was me.  My destruction was my own.  Concern on your face told me of the helplessness you felt as I confessed my demons.  You had no answers.  I wanted none... only comfort, your comfort.
I opened my soul to you... said things... private things... things that should never have left my lips... things I had never, could never share with anyone.
You listened...
I told of destroying those closest to me...
You listened...
I told of my feelings for you...
You listened...

Then things changed.  I approached you one warm, bright morning and you looked at me.  The deep, bright orbs of cerulean that are your eyes twinkled then squinched gently as the edges of your supple... soft... inviting lips mingled with your blossoming cheeks.  As always, the warmth of your alluring smile enveloped me.
You whispered in your gentle voice, “I missed you.”
Such beautiful words that I had so longed to hear.  I returned your words, “I missed you.”
-But you need not miss me.... I am here.-  You looked at me in deep reverie. You said nothing but I knew that I would never again hear those words pass through your delicate lips.

...you spoke of your doubts.
I listened...
You spoke of your desires.
I listened.
I felt shame for who I was and what I did, but you gently touched me... caressing me... my back... my shoulder.
You said “I care about you,”
... compassion.
You pulled me to you and we embraced.  For long moments I held you, our bodies pressed together like a flower’s clinging petals... always touching... never wanting to release their grasp... to unfold... to open... for fear of ending the moment...

Not long before, I remember you turning to me.
“A magic hug,” you said, your searching arms reaching for me... and magic it was... they were.
The touch of your hands gently soothing me... the weight... the firmness of your full body against mine... your petite silhouette lingering beneath my awkwardly grasping arms.

How could you not be loved!

Each touch inviting more... each movement of my fingers tasting your skin.  But it had to end as each instant... even a magical one... does.

...but as with everything the sweet moment was slowly lost.  You sat as if waiting.  Still... not moving, quiet... not speaking.  I leaned toward you...

You grew cold.  I did not understand.  You withdrew from me... not speaking to me... not looking at me.  I knew not what pain I had caused you, my friend... no... not friend... you never thought of me as your friend... never wanted me as a friend.  You made that clear, I am not your friend.  Friend... yes... you were my friend... are my friend... will always be my friend.

You called me needy.
You said you could not bear the strain of your pain and mine.
You said you cared too much... for whom?  You never said... never too much for me.

I seemed to be your charity... Fix him!  He’ll be well.  He is broken but not beyond repair, fix him!
...compassion.
I thought our need was mutual.  You listened... I listened.  I cared... You cared.
I was still broken.

Then came the rage.  You screamed.  Like a Banshee filling the night sky you howled into the wind, “ I’M ANGRY... AT EVERYONE!!”  I tried to understand... to help.  You never explained.  You never seemed to look at me... you avoided me...
You... hurt me, you hurt me.

...I kissed you...
sweet... gentle... beautiful.
The most tender of touches, your supple, full lips against mine... between mine.  I drew you in with every breath.  I tasted you.
I lingered against you... please don’t end.
I savored your gentleness... please don’t pull away.
Oh God what am I doing!!
I desired you, your presence, your voice, your touch, yes, your
...compassion.
Don’t pull away... it will end me.
“Please tell me you want this.”
“Of Course I do,” gently whispered, you appeased me...
never again to feel your lips against mine...
never again to press my body against yours... to feel the softness of your smooth skin beneath my finger tips... 
to languor in your magical embrace.

I HATE YOU... simple words, easily said.  Why could you not say them.
I HATE YOU... they would have ended things so much more quickly.
I hate you, leave me alone.  It would have been so much kinder.
I hate you, don’t talk to me.  I gave you the chance, “You seem to hate me,” I offered.
You couldn’t say them
...compassion?
I will never say them.

How could you not be loved?  You never let me.

You arose from the bench as dusk turned to dark.  The evening air was cool and the time was late.
I gazed longingly into your blue eyes.  You spared me a last smile... beautiful smile... sweet smile... your good bye... thank you.

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Professor Glory's Active Hope

The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monopolistic competing toward self-enslavement?

How would you compare broad cultural trends
between East and Western language
on a feminist v. Left-brain monopolistic dominant spectrum?
Which might be more ego-centric,
and which would you expect to be more eco-centric?
Where would you expect to find more
competitive v. cooperative economic support structures?
Which would you expect to be more family-tribal-clan oriented
and which more individualistically ego-oriented?
Which more anthropocentric
and which more nurturing of all life-centric?

Who is more likely to be a feminist-cooperative economist,
a Permaculture Designer
or a Political Party Platform Developer?
Why do you imagine our world in this comparative
relative 
way?

As a cooperatively intended illustration
of discovering political relativity 
within an economic bicameral lens,
let's compare our sacred colleague Charles Eisenstein's
description of "The Growth Imperative"
with a bracketed revision 
which might be entitled "A Regenerative Imperative."
This, not to suggest disagreement,
but to suggest dipolar co-arising confluence
through using both Left and Right lenses of consciousness:

"Abetted by technology, the commodification of formerly non-monetary goods and services has accelerated over the last few centuries, to the point today where very little is left outside the money realm."
[Abetted by double-binary balancing technology,
the decommodification of newly-commodified goods and services
is accelerating
over these last few decades,
to the point today
where surprisingly little is left
monopolistically 
inside the overly competitive quantification of value realm.]

"The vast commons, whether of land or of culture, has been cordoned off and sold--all to keep pace with the exponential growth of money."
[Our Commons of land and culture
and genetic-holonic individuation
continues ego- and anthro-centrically self-strangling
through dispossession of cooperative ownership--
all to keep pace with 
the exponential monopoly of quantifying-reductive value,
distorting nurturing health as core-wealth.]

"This is the deep reason why we convert forests to timber, songs to intellectual property, and so on."
[This is the deep ecology of why we permaculturally harvest forests
for timber,
culturally nurture songs toward cooperative intellectual property,
and so on,
yin toward yang
and back again 
balancing evolution.]

"It is why two-thirds of all American meals are now prepared outside the home."
[It is why two-thirds of all American meals
are now less nutritionally prepared
outside our under-valued
health-producing organic homes and lives.]

"It is why herbal folk remedies have given way to pharmaceutical medicines, why child care has become a paid service, why drinking water has been the number-one growth category in beverage sales."
[We, together, are why herbal folk remedies
could further enrich pharmaceutical medicines,
from which they originally derived,
why child care has become a paid
yet under-valued
service,
why bottled and labeled drink of nature's primally flowing health
has become the number-one competitive growth category
in what used to be
the Commons egalitarian river-flow of life.]

While we each have internalized theories
about what positive and negative correlations
we evolve between Left-deductive dominant
v. feminist-egalitarian values and disvalues,
co-relations only recently occurred to me
as what co-operative political assumption
feminist-ecologist-economist culture
may share as ubiquitously as individuated DNA
co-gravitates toward universal RNA syntax.

Buddhist, and Taoist, philosophy
calls dipolar correlations
"dependent co-arising"
while scientists may share this same principle
of thermodynamic,
electromagnetic,
and gravitational
co-elliptical curve-linear temporal balance
"endo/ecto-symbiotic evolution."

As inclusive theoretical physicists
and mathematicians
and statisticians
we might re-member political mutuality
of species evolution
as co-relation,
co-operation,
coincidental trend emergence
between two or more
interdependent dipolar-articulating variables.

Buckminster Fuller
labeled his entire geometric metaphysics of consciousness
and ecological development
after this primal principle
of interdependent co-arising "synergetics,"
steering
and re-ligioning
and re-cognizing 
synergy is to physics
as love is to metaphysics,
and perhaps economics
and eco-logic,
health and well-being,
co-operative Positive Psychology,
design and development ethics and organic health/wealth outcomes,
which begins to feel
like ethical policy development,
useful for a healthier political
and conversational
and familial
and ego/ecosystemic
balancing process.

Where I did not anticipate discovering 
mutually-dependent co-arising cooperation
was in the Prime-Origin field of Cosmology,
although a cursory glance at mythology,
shamanic teaching,
taoist co-existential paradox of evolving Yang/Yin principles
within nature
inclusive of human nature,
predicating male/female functional co-arising
and natural balance;
these were all,
in hindsight,
significant clues saying
"please don't be surprised
when you get to universally unitarian cosmology
as double-transparent co-gravitation of our Commons".

Dual transparency of Time
as Zero-dimensional negentropicentric space
bicamerally suggests
co-operative  gravitational power politics and economics
lie at the (0)-Soul Core Prime Relationship
of our global Origination Story.

Interdependent co-arising revolutions
continue unfolding
into our political lap
during this endangered
Cooperative Transitional Generation.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Johnny Williams | Details |

Hurt People Hurt People

Flirt with Whitney
Flirt with fear 
Life is good
But I rather be anywhere but here
Body aches from pushing out tears
Driving on the road of life
Eyes is watery
So I can't steer 
And I'm getting dizzy 
Stomach very queezy
Thank god for Sprite and tylonal
Thank god for my other half that completes me
Haven't eating anything about in 22 hours
Aye some coochie though
Way better than wheeties 
Some days I feel like Rafliki
Other days I feel like Simba
D'Andre is down in the dumps
Lord we have a dilemma
I'm facedown like someone shot me
Heart pumpin heavy
Nose snotty
 Talking to the depression hotline on the potty 
Walking out the bathroom I couldn't look at the mirror 
cause sometimes i dont like what the displays 
And I know you get tired of my negative and negated ways
But that's just how I feel
Am I pose to hide my feelings
I said me and mirrors have an up and down relationship
Not all the the time do I view myself as appealing 
One day I'll be happy with the way I look
It's like a banana that you have to keep peeling 
At the end of the day YOU have to be happy with yourself 
Disconnect all the self neglect
You can't just put your needs on a dusted shelf
Spirit is broke 
Plus my glasses are broke 
I can't see anything 
But I can see the confusion
My feelings are display
This is not a dilutions 
I  don't need institution 
Talking to Whitney
Things are slowing improving 
Stomach is flipping 
But I'm not pissing or pooping
Words slowly pour out to Whitney
I'm slowly regrouping 
Her words are soothing
Mine are barely coming out 
Cause of the coochie I ate 
Exercise for my mouth
It was very good
Correction very very great
My favorite thing to have on my plate
Slowly improving my mental state
But my physical stature is feeling not so great 
Thank god for Wifey 
Thank god for Wifey
Cause when I don't like me 
At least shE still love me and likes me
The tears have stopped
My crinkled face stage is threw
I kiss Whitney and then look past her
And then my eyes come upon you 

Looking at you 
Makes my stomach hurt 
Thinking about you
Makes my stomach hurt 
Just the sound of your name
Makes me lift up my shirt
And grab my belly
You needa start eating right
That's what my peers tell me
But it's you that makes my bowels move
I could be be having the day of the duration
And looking at you just throws my body outta groove
It doesn't even have to be that time of the month
It's either hit you 
Or hit the blunt
Sorry to be blunt
But your presence 
Is far from a present 
You belittle me to near nothing
To you I'm a peasant
But to me you're just the reason my stomach aches
Tape handing off my chest
From repairing my heart break 
I see you and rush to the commode
I'm tired of feeling like this 
Using all this toilet paper gets old
You act nice on Tuesday and mean on Wednesday 
I don't know if I should be sold
I don't know if I can keep making these trips to the toilet
Everybody thinks I got Wifey pregnant 
But it's me and you that need to have an appointment 
The stomach pain is cause of you 
I cramp up with your every word
This feeling is for the birds
 I'm so tired of you
My stomach is tired of being terrorized with terds 

You enjoy seeing me unchill 
Gravely ill
My my my
My mental motivation gravitates Johnny Gill
I just come and pay my bills
Try to pay you no mind
But my confidence you kill 
My efforts you murder
Are you jealous cause your life is black and grey
Mine is purple and blue with a hint of sherbet
Why do you try to hurt me so much 
I'm a grown man 
Far from a gerber
And Whitney told you I was just like her 
I know you heard her
Should I go on any further 
I'm just tired of getting treated like this 
Feeling like this 
Feeling like a big hunk of piss
It'll be a  year in August 
But will I make it to March 
I've cried more tears over you
Than my mother when she used to hit me with spray starch 
I may be little 
But you've chose the wrong tree to bark 
I'm not scared of you
I won't flinch or fart 
The villain of all the virgerousity 
You must love playing the part

I have tried pepto bismol and other gismo 
And stomachs still hurting 
Milk of magnesia isn't working 
But I'm on my last leg
I just wanna quit being hurt
I don't wanna have to beg
So I thought I'd just ask
Even though we're not students 
I thought we could have a little more class 
I feel like manure 
On the floor 
Tears pour
Comfort comes and I roll over and hear a crack
It's my glasses 
I can't stand this 
I feel like nothing 
A rotten pumpkin
I'm the ugly duckling
Quit making assumptions 
You need some D in your life
Get to humping 
With the tears comes the cussing
Mozzarella sticks I smell in the oven
Can't bring myself to eat 
That's why I'm still a munchkin 
I shouldn't be here 
I should  be Lindsay Lohan'n and Hillary Duff'in
Huffing and puffing 
Puffing snot
You could stab a person In the back 
With your smile on 100 watts
You've been cooking this up for a lil minute I bet
But don't expect revenge in my pot
Bawl blockage and cum clots
I'm already suffering from this and what not
I know you're hurting to 
But to hurt someone else you said why not
Why me
Please stop
Just because I don't live in a 4 bedroom house
Doesn't mean I sleep on a cot
Your indirect comments and sneak dissing 
Are like having my glasses in your hand and your crush the lens with rocks 
I know your life is on the rocks
But you don't have to take it out on others
Just cause they're not the creme of the crop 
I'm just sitting here letting you hurt me day after day 
I'm not gunna run jump skip or hop
Something needs to be done 
I have the lock 
But you got the key
You gotta start somewhere even its its with building blocks
Threatening my spouse with termination and glocks 
You was looking for a reaction 
But a crinkled up face is all you got 
And I realized through it all 
Me and my spouse is all I got  

Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Aloha

Hello? Are you there today?
Have I scared you away?
Spent my whole teenage life, 
Preparing for this day of strife 
To say my goodbye's
To your love-me-not lies
Oh well, oh well
I'm not saying farewell
Where do you dwell?
In Earth's heaven-hell,
Going pellmell in your shell?

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Tattoo your love on my heart
Leave your prints in my mind 
The moment I start to break apart,
You are a treasure that leaves me blind...
I don't mind 
Being left behind
As long as you're mine
Our love, sublime and serpentine 

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Cool it
I know you're pissed off like a hornet out of his nest 
I admit -
You were running the race with disgraced grace and I was being an arrogant pest
I was just trying my best to pass the test...
Confidence went too high, now I bumped into my awful, below-humility low
With open arms, with remorse that soars in me like a negative dove-crow

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

We were on each other's team a while back 
Until you ruined my self-esteem in a gleam of a flashlight
Now, we are fighting against each other...we are train that got off track
Until God put us back together again, making our night a daylight 
We did go through a mighty flight
We were roaming far from home, a chaotic mirth   
After mere plight, we saw the light 
We were in the universe until we landed on Earth 
You are behind me like the rest...keep your head up above the surface and you'll soon pass life's somewhat difficult test 
Keep pace with my heart beats...I must confess that I tried my best and it felt as if my heart was thumping against my chest 

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Long time, no see, you bittersweet mourner 
You left me in the abstract abyss to burn and freeze in the back burner...you never considered me like those untouched library books 
Why don't you make it up to her? Why so unsure?
You are a worthless dot to my memory the instant you deserted me...you act like you're in a coma when we exchanged looks 
 
Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

You gave me a goodbye so rude I don't deserve such maltreatment 
Let's have the attitude of gratitude
Unpredictable, weather-like sentiments is what I feel, but it's no big deal...It doesn't matter anymore the moment you expressed your resentment 
A victim to your hatred
You are an unforgivable dread
You are gonna be forgotten 
In my memory, you are rotten

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Hindi version of - Famous Last Line

Hindi version of “Famous Last Line” Rhyme (In Hindi it is placed as Free Verse) English Poem as written and placed by Connie Marcum Wong Famous Last Line India (Original Poem) . I hear much joy in the music, View elation in the dance Feel happiness in the laughter, Soulful spirit in poetic romance. 01 . Hindi version made for Connie Marcum Wong By Ravindra K Kapoor . prasiddha antim pankti Bhaarat (Mool Kavita) . (Bhaartiya) sangeet sunkar main aanandit ho jaati hoon aur nritya dekhkar prafullit ye hansi aur khilkhilaahat mujhe khusi pradaan karte hain aur kaavya romance me Main Bhaavuk bn jaati hoon. 01 . . English I feel love in the language Swelling in my heart. Reverence for God and Goddess In beloved families far apart. 02 . Hindi . Bhaarat ki Bhashaa mere hradaya me Pyaar bn prasfutit hoti hai Un priya parivaaron ko dekh Jo apne ghar baar se door rah kar bhii Devi devtaaon ke prati Apaar shradhaa rakte hain. 02 . . English . I love the customs and the people As they celebrate each day Living life to the fullest In their honor I wish to pray .03 . Hindi . mujhe in (bhaartiya) logon aur inke ritirivaazon se pyaar hai kyonki wo har din ko jhshan manaa jiite hain- jiivan ko purna roop se jii kar Aise ( khus rahne waale) logon ke Smmaan me Main prarthnaa karoon ye meri ichchaa hai. 03 . English . That I may learn to be as humble As loving and as kind, To be blessed by elder wisdom In every senior that I find. 04 . Hindi aur ye bhii meri abhilaasha hai kimain seekh sakoon vinamrataa dayaavaan aur premmaya honaa us vivek aur buddhi ke saath jo har us bujurga me miltaa hai jisase main milatee hoon. 04 . . English . This is a gift to give my children To open their sleepy little eyes. To see the value in rejoicing, To reach for stars up in the skies. 05 . Hindi . Main apne bachhon ko Aisa uphaar denaa chaahti hoon Taaqi wo apnii Nanhii si swapnil aankhen khol Is aanand utsava ko dekh saken jo aasmaan me sitaaron taq Pahunchne par miltaa hai. 05 . English . When they learn this knowledge To listen well to the sages, They will know of sacred secrets Handed down through the ages. 06 . Hindi . Jb wo(mere nanhe munne) Ye gyaan praapt kar lenge Ki Rishiyon Muniyon ko Kaise sunaa aur samajhaa jaata hai Tb wo jaan jaayenge Wo pavitra gyaan Joki Rishiyon aur mahaatmaaon se Yugon yugon se Hastaantarit hota aayaa hai. 06 . English . India (New Poem) Bharat ( nai kavita) ???? (?? ?????) English . Handed down through the ages, India's Gods and Goddesses call Out to me from sacred places. 07 . Hindi . Jo yugon yugon se Hastaantarit hote aaye hain Aise bhaarat ke devi devtaa Mujhe pavitra udgamon se Aavaaj de bulaate pratit hote hain. 07 . English . I want to bathe in Ganges waters, Be there when monsoons arrive, View Holi's colors on happy faces. 08 . Hindi Main ganga jal me Snaan karna chaahti hoon Aur main Bharat me Rahnaa chaahti hoon Jb maansoon kaa aagman hotaa hai Aur tab bhii Jb Holi ke rang muskarate chehron par lag Aur khil- khil jaate hain. . English . I wish to absorb all the beauty, Mix with all the friendly people And sing in celebration's song. 09 . Hindi . Meri ichchaa hai (Bharat kii) Sabhi sundartaa ko Avshoshit kar aatmasaat karne kii Sabhii maitripurna logon ke saath Milne kii aur Utsav Geet gaane kii. 09 . English . I want to enjoy the festive music And watch the dancers dancing, I wish to truly feel that I belong.10 . Hindi . Main utsava ke sangeet kaa Anand uthaana chaahti hoon Aur nritya karte Nartakon ko dekhnaa chaahti hoon Aur sach me Ye anubhav karnaa chaahti hoon Kimain isi (sundartaa) ka ek hissa hoon. 10 . English . I'd revere every God and Goddess, Have respect for all Gods I know not. I'd love to learn of Ganesha's power. 11 . Hindi . Main sabhi devi devataaon ko Naman karoongi Aur unkaa bhii aadar Jinko main nahin jaantii Aur Bhagwan Ganesh kii shaktiyon ko jaannaa Mujhe ati priya hogaa. 11 . English . I want to meditate in floral gardens Contemplate by reflective pools... Connect my spirit to the Lotus flower. 12 . Hindi . Main pushpon se susajjit uddyaanon me Dhyaan lagaana chaahti hoon Saamuhik rop se chintansheel ho Manan karnaa chaahti hoon Apni aatma ko Kamal ke pushp se jodnaa chaahti hoon. 12 . English . I would take my small camera with me And shoot all the sights and sounds, Share my heart with natives blissfully. 13 . Hindi . Main apne saath Apna chota Camera le jaaoongi Aur (is desh ke) sabhi sthalon aur dhwaniyon ko Apne Camere me ootaar Apne hradaya ko Yahaan ke mool nivaasiyon ke saath Saanand ho baantungii. 13 . English . I'd love to share in children's laughter. Share my thoughts and culture too. I'd treasure my time in India eternally. 14 . HIndi . Khilkhilaa kar hanste Bachchon kii hansii kaa main bhii Unmukta ho hissaa banoongi Aur saajhaa karoongi Apne vichaaron ko aur Apnii sanskriti ko Bhaarat me apne samaya ko Main ek khajaane ke roop me sanjooongee. 14 By Connie Marcum Wong Hindi Version by Ravindra K Kapoor Kanpur India 16th April 2016 I have also placed a Blog for this Poem on Poetry Soup which can be seen by using following URL http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/my_blogs.aspx

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Nii-Ayi Solomon | Details |

My First Love Experience

It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full meaning 
To the love language

Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact 
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us

Someway, somehow,
Fate found us
And brought us together

We have now grown 
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap 
of where we left off

We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all

At that moment my heart spoke 
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids

Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings

Thoughts,
Thoughts of what she would say;

Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes


We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take 
The friendship a step further

My heart in full swing 
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe 
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane

There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house 
Beaming with smiles

Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’

My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air

Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy

I was just afraid of the outcome 
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?

And the what if’s continued …

Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings

After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman 
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning 
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed

This was how I started…

Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley

The confusion has started

Errrmmm, you see,

Still didn’t know what to say

Hmmm, hope you are doing great?

Still confused…

‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’

She stared at me intently 
The smiles on her face kept 
My hopes alive 
And my heart awake 
I knew she was expecting 
Something more than making those comical remarks

It’s was now time to speak

Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast 
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
and errmmm…

Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered

I left campus to Accra just to let you know that
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’

‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,

Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced 
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic



How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I replied

I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time 
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused

Days passed,
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging

She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend 
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school

School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman 
That has taken my heart hostage

I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo! 

Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up

‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question 
He asked

The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman 
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about

Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas

I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up 
with me properly
I knew something was wrong

‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted

She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?

I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears

I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved

Why?

My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness

I still remember
Her looks
Her smiles
Her beauty
Her mannerism

My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years

Naa Adjeley
My old time love.

Copyright © Nii-Ayi Solomon | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Johnny Williams | Details |

It Won't Be Dark Forever

Daylight dies
Blackout the sky
Does anyone care
Is anyone there 
Enjoy this life 
Pop open a Sprite 
Roll over to the right and kiss my wife 
She's fast asleep
Daylight is trynna come 
It's trynna creep 
When she wakes up she feel the wetness of the kiss 
On her cheek
She'll smile 
And I'll feel accomplished 
Living life with her 
I don't feel like a novice 
I ponder all my thoughts cause they all have her in it
At dinner until she sits down
My meal i won't even begin it 
Very often through the day she's swims and lingers through my mind
And sometime I have to crack myself in the jaw
And ask is this beautiful girl really mine
Just thinking about how your dreads graze your face
We was Waffle House eating bout to say grace 
But my eyes kept poking open
Heart was beating  in and outta my chest
It was cold so my Nipples was showing 
It wasn't the access lotion that had my face glowing 
It was knowing that I get to live my life to the fullest
With the most special girl imaginable 
Any muck we will get through this 

Your eyes low and gorgeous 
What you hide behind them only I know
There was days where your room and the bathroom 
Where the only places you'd go
But now tomorrow Ima fly you to the moon and back 
Ill pay for the trip alongs you pay for lunch
I'm sure your cool with that
Sweatpants 
Most likely all gray or black 
We've both came a long way
And I refuse to backtrack 
I just wish I could take away your past pain 
October 16th i  found myself in your arms and I cried 
And there was times I came over 
And I knew your tears you was trynna hide 
Both on emotional rollercoasters
A year later we're at Cedar Point riding rides
We hundreds of feet in the air 
But next to you I feel super safe 
And you'll always be there 
I don't have to worry or chase
We was at Ruby Tuesday that one Tuesday
And you sure ddnt mine putting me in my place
I love  just lounging around in our place 
Cause earlier this year we both barely had one 
But now every Sunday either I wake u up with kisses
Or we get awaken by the sun 
Everyday we soak it all up
No one other than you makes me feel the way you make me feel
And you don't get mad when I drink outta your cup
Calm and at ease
Walking the bridge
Through our ears we feel the breeze
Small to the world
But to each other we feel like 1000 foot trees 
Siri says the weather is about 49
But whenever I'm around I'm around you it always feels like 104 degrees 

Overdrive overdrive 
That's where my heart is going
Right next your heart 
That's where my heart is going
Daylight is dim
And we just walking down 4th street
Your heart is pouring and it's far from boring
And mine has taken a seat
And I don't miss those seats at the laundromat 
Hauling your clothes downstairs 
Cause Flex is frugal, no fun, and fat 
House smelling like marijuana and old towels
Old blunts and foul bowel
Battery's being switched from toy cars to the tv remote
So sometimes you can't turn the dial
Now we got 5 tvs
Both got full time jobs and a Ford Taurus from 2003
Bevelyn Kaye is proud of you 
Angela Renee won't say it but I know she's proud of me

 It won't be dark forever
So smile a little bit and open up your curtains
I know you're hurting 
You have me so you'll be fine 
Open up your blinds and quit being blind
Blind to the fact that It won't be dark forever 
So drawl your curtains back
Both our worlds was was once dark and black 
But you had my back and I had your back  


I remember that look in October 2014
I'm up here pullin rent money out of my socks 
Both our living situations were on the rocks 
Flash forward a year later we're at waterfront park 
Playing on rocks
And having you in my life rocks 
Cause things are quick to get  rocky
But we're just 2 young people living it up
Now our peers try to copy 
I remember that look in your eyes
Walking down the chicken steps in July 
Dodging the heat and all those flies 
But it's better than dodging Winston 
Hunger pains and period pains kick in
I'm concerned and you're wincing 
I hated to see you like that
Was I gunna have to start pimpin
Nowadays when we pay rent we celebrate like we won a championship 
Eating WildEggs, BDubbs, and Chipotle 
To humble ourselves we eat chips 
Every night before bed wether you're dog sleep or dog dead 
The words I Love you leave my lips 
When someone utters your name
My heart turns front and back flips
I love when you're you
Yourself 
If it's not you then I don't want anyone else
We may not infinite money
But our love has infinite wealth 
Kisses from you
Are good for my health 
You accept me as an elf 
Shorter than the kids at Ice Skating
I love you I love you
There's no doubt there's no debating
F a promissory note
When it comes to bills 
There will be no belating
You saying yes to my future marriage proposal 
Is the only thing I am waiting



Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The Aura of Time: Don't Ask Why I'm an Ambivert

***I KNOW IT'S LONG...please don't tell me to shorten my poems or songs because I'm expressing myself through poetry. Thank you ahead of time. I did write concise poems. Check those haikus I wrote on this site. Go for it if you like short and concise verses.***

The aura of time-time-time
The aura of time-time-time
The aura of time-time-time
What-what-what goes around comes back around-round-round…
Don’t make a sound, dunk down to the ground-ground-ground…
This time, this squanderin’…XOXOin’ time…
This is my pozitiv POE rhyme…rhyme…rhyme… 
The aura of time-time-time
The aura of time-time-time
The aura of time-time-time
I will shine…you’ll shine…
For, you are mine…mine…mine…

{verse 2} Where have you been all my life-life-life?
You game me-me-me peace strife-strife…me, the husband wife…
Reality’s demise cuts me like a jagged knife-knife-knife
I’m alive! I survived! I’m alive! HANDSOME HURTS….HURTS….HANDSOME HURTS…
I need to get a life and so do you…SIC of UR outbursts…you are one of those foolish experts
I’m my worst enemy, my bestest of friends – I take regret’s seat, sneezing on the sad beat
I was the overcomer of my obstacle until not all ends meet – that’s not at all neat-neat-neat
I’m hard not to be considered bias or a discriminator in society…that’s the battle I do tackle
I want to be under your roof, but the sky is the limit…in the Lord’s terribly terrific tabernacle
I’ve given up for the two of us (to be together as one)
I want to be in the same bus with you without a fuss (the battles we fought=we won)
You’re being a diffult guy, I ain’t gonna lie…truth hurts
I’m acting confident shy; like the ambiverts…with their balanced efforts…
Our love affair is so fair 
Right now, let’s live life
Without a fear or a care
Shatter away all remaining strife

{hook} {pre-ch} {ch}

{verse 3} I’ve carried off on the wrong place at the wrong time
But, I’m carrying on and moving on from this struggle-of-a-time
Gettin’ weary off of your shadow sun ways…you’re masked happy-craze
This time-time-time, I’ll make our time sublime like those crazy ol’ days
Where have you been lately
Lately-lately-lately…hunny bunch?
I haven’t seen you frankly…
Frankly-frankly, a bit shady much?
Do you have any sympathy? Empathy? 
You, instead-ead-ead, give me apathy…
So heartless of you to desert me for life-life…for life-life
And the tragedy of your departure gives me peaceless strife
I’ve given up for the two of us (to be together as one)
I want to be in the same bus with you without a fuss (the battles we fought=we won)
You’re being a diffult guy, I ain’t gonna lie…truth hurts
I’m acting confident shy; like the ambiverts…with their balanced efforts…
Our love affair is so fair 
Right now, let’s live life
Without a fear or a care
Shatter away all remaining strife

{hook} {pre-ch} {ch}

{freestyle} Your love is killing me softly 
Your French kiss is making me blush awfully
I’m fond of it day in and night out…then, you hushed my victory shout
Without a single doubt, we went our own route…what’s that all about?
You’re my sheltering abode 
I’m prince charming, not the toad
I can carry your emotional load
If you can return the favour and guess my clever code 
It’s your touch, it’s your lips against mine
All of you loves all of me – I’m feelin’ fine
You are a friend-till-the-end and a foe-foe-foe-fo-show
Though, we go our own flow, you know…you should know…
I don’t know where your blessed breeze blow 
or… 
where your sunlit moonbeams shimmer aglow
for…
I am the dove of the day that embraces my somewhat unique flow…I go to and fro
And
You’re the midnight crow, stop being a drama king on the Big Bang Theory show…
Understand
That I’m nocturnal to the core
Considered an attention whore
What are we both waiting for?
There’s some down and dirty XOXO’s that we haven’t done yet, but it’s in store in the future for shore,
The one I adore…
My opportunity door…
From the sky to the floor…
So hear me out – don’t ignore me as if I’m your chemistry teacher, lecturing without further ado…being a ridiculous, mean-ass bore…fo-shore…need I explore and implore?

{bridge}Your elegant envy, your stubborn ways hit me hard…
So I bite the bullet, though eye, alone, is the bipolar bard… 
Our XOXO’s and our cuddles…pleasure schemes…
Fulfilled pleasure beyond measure dreams and goals, not falling away by the seams – 
I adore I can’t deny…DoN’t AsK wHy ?.!?.!
No lie-lie-lie…so don’t cry-cry-cry…
Our hello got goodbyed
Our goodbye got helloed
Aloha, baby bliss from afar…my shiny star…
I’m so near to you in this stuffy, black car…
Ur my favourite ride…
Abide by my side,
Don’t subside,
My lovely ode abode

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Richard Lamoureux | Details |

Bits of my own Broken I'Lyezette

I know it, I'm a bit more than broken
I wish I could be more in your face
instead, I hide behind nice
away there in a corner by myself
I want to be seen 
I want to be loved
Even though I don't have my pretend all together
so I do my best to figure it out
I'm actually not a bad dancer
but dancing and singing isn't the same all alone.

It's true the hue of your skin doesn't need to match mine
if you can overlook my sin I'll forgive you double time
we're both far from perfect, so where shall we begin?
the things we thought important they lack substance and are thin
I only know what I know 
because I have been where you have been

We can start with broken smiles
or whatever else we've got
what others see as little
Personally I think it's a lot 
Through life's struggles we've all fought
I've had enough of learning
too many lessons I've been taught
real can be too real, if only peace could be bought

So forget the fake people
the all about the perfect hair people
the ones I used to want to be people
there was a time they wanted to hang out with me people
but they were the not truly interested in me people
why did I so desperately want their approval people
I guess if I am truthful I was one of the sheeple
thought they had the answers because they met under a steeple

Perhaps if you look closer I'm more than a character
Sure I'm somewhat quiet, maybe not overly unique
look below my surface, take a peek
the heart of a lion so why do I play hide and seek
Yet worth listening to if allowed to speak
I have stories to tell that could make your eyes leak

Don't kid yourself
you are broken too
Let me have a look, I want to see inside of you
Forget stumbling and choking
like me pain's not erased by laughter and joking
your safe with me I'll be listening not poking
I'm real, I'm not concerned about ego stroking
so look close
these eyes they aren't blank
this heart isn't empty
yes maybe somewhat complicated
even though it doesn't want to be
If I push when you come close
try twenty more times, plus three
I might be a bit broken
yet there is much more to me
wishing and wanting to be one of the we!


The original poem was written after participating in an inspired word event.
I realized in listening to the other artists that in one way or another
we are all broken. Even the ones like myself that on the surface may
appear to have it all together. We crave emotional closeness but keep
others at a distance through the way we present ourselves to the world.

My original poem.


Broken People

I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challange me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kinda people
The don't you love me
I wish you seen me sorta people
People just being real people
not having to have it all together people
Them doing their best to figure it out people
dancing and singing without the smooth moves people

I don't care about the color of their skin
or what others think of as their sin
They don't need to be perfect to win
seeing and listening is where I'll begin
Beyond appearance of fat or thin
I only know what I know
I've never been where they've been.

We'll start 
with our broken smiles
It's the best we've got
It might seem like so little 
still I think it's a lot
Through life's struggles we've all fought
lessons needed learning
experienced not taught
real is real it couldn't be bought

So forget the fake people
the all about perfect hair and clothes people
The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people
It's all about me, top of the hill people
They only hang out with the supremely cool people
those too important to talk to me people
thinking they're the best of the best kinda people
when all along they are merely Sheeple 
ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble

I love characters 
people who are unique
I look under exteriors to gain a peek
strength of lions disguised in meek
unconcearned with fab or being chic
Worth listening to if allowed to speak
the stories they tell will make your eyes leak

For in the end
we are all broken
stumbling and choking
Disguising hurt with our joking
victims of others and their poking
So look close maybe you'll see
eyes that aren't blank 
hearts that aren't empty
Who we think of as complicated
in the end might not be
They might push when others come close
yet they are affectionate times three
Each just a bit afraid and broken 
all the while
wishing and wanting
to be a part of something
to be one of the we!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Figure Me Out part 2

Pre-chorus: Mmmm ohhhh ohhh 
The worst pain I've felt in my life was when I left your side
I'm slowly breaking down, so build me up with your confidence...your confidence
I fear that I might lose you, so stay close to me...as you and I go on a wild ride 
Hold my hand tightly and relieve my heartache...make me less tense 
Hold me closer and shelter me tonight
I'm like your rainbow kite, soaring with childlike might
Hold me closer
We are winners and no one is a loser
The various problems with me are difficult to solve, but you might figure me out when you enter my route 
You're the cure to my morbid illness of despair without a dash of doubt 

Chorus: I have been afraid of losing grip of the rope of hope
It's okay if you let me go; I'll just let my wings fly and go with the flow 
I've been fooled way too many times and it makes me wanna mope 
It's fine with me to be in solitude; I'd rather be on my own then with someone I hardly know 
I see you, crystal clear in my vision
I love you, you completed my love mission
I miss you, I feel you, even when you're not around and I wanna prove to you that you made my day 
I kiss you, you left me breathless the moment you and I shared a moment, so sacred and took all my pain away

Verse 4: Torn apart by the moments I've spent without you 
Everyday, I'm under your spell and it's hard to get over you...ooh...
Once again, troubles my mind 
I let you heal me with your affectionate spirit that follows me from behind
Be with me if you can be so kind 
I know I can act like a player and I regret being reckless 
But you're consideration and charm healed my distress 
I can't tame my wild side no matter how hard I try
I have the teenage hormones that kick in and it makes me feel like I'm flying high 
But after that natural high, there's a big drop
I won't betray you again and next time, when I lose all self-control, I'll have the ability to stop 
I wish we can be together forever, 
But I'm just squandering my time...doing whatever I want, but never satisfied and hoping these sad days be over 

Pre-chorus: Mmmm ohhhh ohhh 
The worst pain I've felt in my life was when I left your side
I'm slowly breaking down, so build me up with your confidence...your confidence
I fear that I might lose you, so stay close to me...as you and I go on a wild ride 
Hold my hand tightly and relieve my heartache...make me less tense 
Figure me out and hold me tight all night 
Leave no room for doubt and fight the good fight 
In the darkness, you're my light beyond sight 
I love it when you send me your xoxo's each day and night
You allowed me to see life in a new light...now, everything's black and white 
Before my eyes...
You adore me, no lies...
We are together as one and our ecstatic joy weighs a ton 
We cuddle closer than before and our spirits entwine, for our hearts beat as one 

Chorus: I have been afraid of losing grip of the rope of hope
It's okay if you let me go; I'll just let my wings fly and go with the flow 
I've been fooled way too many times and it makes me wanna mope 
It's fine with me to be in solitude; I'd rather be on my own then with someone I hardly know 
I see you, crystal clear in my vision
I love you, you completed my love mission
I miss you, I feel you, even when you're not around and I wanna prove to you that you made my day 
I kiss you, you left me breathless the moment you and I shared a moment, so sacred and took all my pain away 
As time flies, would you still remember me?
My head is on cloud 7, pretending that you're by my side for eternity 

Bridge: We are sheltering each other from the rainstorm
Silently still on my bed, awake with sudden dread
Admiring the moon as it shines so vibrant against an ebony sky
Show me how to live life without any worries in mind 
You're my miracle in disguise
You're my pocketful of illuminating light, attracting many flies
Quit ignoring my messages and I'm growing tired of your thoughtless goodbyes 
I'm trying to bite the bullet for you...the shadows of you gives me those temporary highs 
But what comes up must come down...
I'm so mind-blown cuz I was all alone 
Good news - you made me wear an upside down frown when you drove me 'round in town 
Once upon a time, I was a broken bone when I was left on my own...
 But, at least I can keep in contact with you...only if you'd pick up your phone

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

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