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Long poem by Mimi Machakaire | Details |

Thankful

We use this word every day.
But only just a few of us really mean what we say.
What am I thankful for you ask?
Well, I'm telling you now this is going to be a very easy task.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

She's supermom always trying to do everything at once.
Without realizing that even she needs a break, from all the running and the rush. She single now, doing all this by herself. Our dad ran away but the memories of him will always be put high upon a shelf.  She gave birth to three special little  kids. Even though we still growing up, we'll always be proud of what she did.She works hard for her money and works hard for us all, making sure that we always have a ball. She's amazing, no other mom could ever compete and I say that from the heart coz she's whole, perfect, complete.

I am  thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I can't imagine, having a different life without her.
Just thinking about that makes my stomach stumble, rumble and turn.
Yes we may fight sometimes and argue and croak.
But that don't mean we can't fix what we broke.
We've had bad times but mostly good.
For she and I will be the only ones who have ever understood
How we think and how we act, haven't found anyone who's been able to top that.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

Till this day I still can't believe that I have a mother as sweet and wonderful as she. all my life, I haven't been the only one who has been able to see what I see. My mom needs no evidence to prove that she is the greatest in the world, she's been proving that since she was just a little girl. My mind still spins, crumbles and whirls, every time I try to figure out what I did too deserve a mother like her.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.




Long poem by Robert Lindley | Details |

Revised- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

First version 



As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes 


In a dream world where fantasies abound 
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire
Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise 
Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew 
help me find a love any man is due
In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list
 
Robert Lindley March 21, 2001

Syllables Per Line:	10 8 10 8 0 8 9 9 10 0 9 9 12 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	132 
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines) 
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words:	98

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Revised version--
For Roy Jerden's contest
Titled- The Makeover

Roy Jerden Contest Name	The Makeover
 Deadline	4/7/2015 12:00:00 AM 
Note From Sponsor	No updates yet...
 Contest Description	
Do you revise your old poems, sometimes extensively?
 If the answer is yes, then this contest is for you. 
For this contest, you must revise an old poem. 
We're talking about a makeover, not lipstick on a pig, OK? 
I'm looking for improvements. 
You can lengthen, shorten, move the words around,
 change the form, the meter, rhyme, assonance, 
dissonance, style, tone etc.  
Find better word combinations, nuances and 
multiple layers of meaning, metaphors, etc. 
Rules: 1. Copy the new version below the old one.
 You can delete after the contest is over. 
2. Date both versions. 3. Any length is OK, but I
 will give preference in rank to the most 
improved poems, in my opinion. 
Places assigned as merited.


Revised version below.......(Greatly improved!)


As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes


In a dream world where fantasies abound 
in this fantasy my princess is found 
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir 
cherubs singing her sweetest heart's desire

Beautiful voice soothes every hurting soul 
spreading happiness, is her daily goal 
A midnight moon shining upon her eyes 
this thought comes to me so very wise

Heaven is her coming to me down here 
easing my hurt, washing away my fear 
Softest touch my heart it does renew 
helping me find love any man is due

Lovely dream world such fantasies exist
her heart's desire, anything on her list

Robert Lindley, 04-04-2015

Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140 
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words:	97
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Second revised version meets syllable count and is more directly attuned to the
subject, the girl. Word count is one word less but packs a more intensive feel
and places far more emphasis on the subject -the girl.
Being a sonnet lengthening or shortening the poem was very limited but other aspects were badly needed. 


Long poem by alainey craig | Details |

gratitude

Gratitude

by: Alainey Craig


So long I have loathed in nothing but the bad,

 being inconsiderate and blind to all the great things that I've had.

 Deep inside there are many things, 

great things, that I look to find,

 live to see.

The beautiful greatness that defines me, and I am grateful.


I'm grateful for the music, for the great words that have inspired me

 and everything I've sought to be.

 For the gentle, caring hands that have been around to guide me,

 for the soft sound of nature's music so calm and sweet

 putting my mind and soul at peace. 

For its that soft music that makes my thoughts most entirely,

 completely whole.


I am thankful for all in my life.

 For the cold grey skies that twist and bend all throughout the lonely night. for the pain, the strife, even the lies.

 For if it wasn't the one who whispered lies with his slick silver tongue

 of always and forever 

I would still be alone, naive 

and him .... still clever.

 And if it wasn't for those lies that at one time gave me pain

 I wouldn't be me I wouldn't have changed,

and without the pain, the struggle, the heartache and vain

 I wouldn't know right from wrong.

 I couldn't relate to the emotion behind a mournful song.


so I am thankful.


I am grateful for the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve ate

for now I have the gift of knowledge

 and I get to choose my own fate, I forgive who I want 

for its not a law

 and they'll forgive me, just depends on my flaw.

 For it’s them who inspire me


inspired by my amazing aunt 

who when I was hopeless, she was there 

it was her who picked me up and showed me care 

and if it wasn’t for the love she had for me

 God only knows were I would be.

To me she was a second mom, a person I drew wisdom from 

and in my corner every fight 

i’m grateful that she always cared that things were right


I’m thankful for my little pieces of heaven 

for my sunflower fort garden 

for the warmth of the sun as it warms the soil that I can smell 

for the cool gentle breezes

for the smell of the fresh cut grass that I can almost taste

and the fragrance of the flowers 

I am thankful for

 the safe and seclusiveness that the little fort offers 

I’m thankful for the bees that keep my fort lively

that could easily inflict pain

 yet do no harm 


Im thankful for

 the group home 

for the hard times that we have shared 

for the mistakes that we all make 

and simply just accepting one another 

because we all know that perfect does not exist 

that its just a dream that will never awaken

I'm so very grateful 

for those who I can relate to

 and know I'm not alone.


im grateful for the gifts I'll have all throughout my life 

for common sense and friendship 

i’m thankful for laughter whether it be a childish giggle

or plain out goofy human behavior.


There are so many good and bad things to be grateful for

just the fact that there are choices and there’s always an open door.

Today and every day, from now on

 I will express my gratitude

 through my everyday attitude 

trying my best to touch the lives of those I see

 and show I'm grateful.




Long poem by Kelly Crenshaw | Details |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


Long poem by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Details |

OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann


Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE: THE SPIRIT OF THANKSGIVING

a farmer once lost most of his crop in a storm but he didn't complain
he knew never to count on the might have-beens just thank God for whatever remains
we need to learn to count our blessings for those things we have in hand
and to thank God for all He has done and what for us He has planned
the sun won't always shine down on you there will be darks days and some rain
give God thanks for each day He wakes you up and for whatever time you have that remains
for storms are always popping up, passing through or pouring down
just have an attitude of gratitude that you're standing on higher ground
God is watching over you and will send Angels to keep you from harm
just trust in Him and thank Him for His ever-present loving arms
Jesus healed ten lepers one day but only one came back to give Him thanks
all ten recognized Him for Who He was and all ten addressed Him by rank
they knew what He was capable of when they asked for His mercy and grace
so why did only the Samaritan return to thank Him face to face?

we live in a time where the economy has literally fallen apart
homes in forclosure, millions of jobs lost and that's just the start
the cost of living has escalated but our pay checks have stayed the same
we need to place our faith in God as only He has the power to make change
to have an attitude of gratitude for the God Who is able
to sustain you when the world is in chaos and unstable
to have an attitude of gratitude in moments of pain and despair
knowing that you can count on God to give comfort and care
He's aware of your doubts, depressions, heartaches and your fears
He has the power to help you heal, recover and wipe away your tears
we need to stop putting all the focus, emphasis and stress
on that which we do not have but on that which we possess
we need to have in our hearts the spirit of thanksgiving
and praise Him for all we do have and for all to us He's given
we need to give God all the honor and all the glory
that we even have the ability to give a testimony
so thank Him for your sons, daughters, your parents, husbands and wives
thank Him for giving you the gift of the breath of life
thank Him for the food that you have to eat
thank Him for the clothes on your back and the shoes on your feet
He has done so much for us the we can't even measure
He has given us an abundance and many blessed treasures
so fall down on your knees and give thanks to the Lord our God
with an attitude of gratitude and the spirit of thanksgiving in your heart


Long poem by Scribbler Of Verses | Details |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Long poem by Charles Haben | Details |

Lighten Up

Hesitation gets you no where, beware dont go there
thats a violation  punishments annialiation
plant the seed and watch it grow just to get chopped down
 cant be stopped now, welcome ya'll to my pow wow
i make the gun go plow gun powder mouth, automatic, im an addict
and i dont know how to quit firing off rounds 
No mission is impossible disregard all obstacles 
cold popsicle, sicker than a hospital 
wheres the alcohol, cuz im addicted to the bars 
your greatest the rapper on earth, thats fine cuz im from mars
damn my covers blown, earthlings you arent alone
I was bluffin, thanks for nothin, thanks for stuffin 
my head full of lies and deceat, I guess no reason for me
to go to church no more, im done for
I might as well go shooot up a gun a store
no wait I think instead i'll go fight for iraq, 
tell em all the secerets then give bin laden a dap 
president bush snorin in his office takin a nap, 
reading the newspaper smiling and taking a crap
you might be hating this rap, but im never takin it back 
no receipt kapeeshe, you didnt pay for it jack 
99 problems and a bitch is one that i got
my girlfriends loose so i tied her up in a knot,
now she go cant go around hoppin from cock to cock,
thinkin shes Hot, spreadin every damn disease that she got
fuhck a G, this chic has an A-Z spot,
things so wide you could park diddy's yacht
when she cum's she sneezes out bugers and snot,
excuse my language im dangerous when im angry alot
picaso couldnt paint this master piece, after me, im happily 
crapping on rappers
im so complex in my simple text,
that you almost look forward to what comes next
it could be about any subject or topic just know you cant top it
the way that i say couldnt be said any better, every word every letter
a veteran at only nineteen, its frightneen and might seem unbelievable 
but u gotta believe it along as its readable,
and I cant speak so i let ink leak, 
onto the paper and into ur mind where its safer
cuz this stuff is lethal, the combo of my tounge and my teeth will
be sure to be heard by all people, its all equal, eminem retired now im the sequel
it'll beheath you to increase breathing and cut down on the speech, you reach a 
point where talkin 
will get you no where, 
i know its your freedom, but pleas dont be dumb
Im a lumber jack leave you stumped like a tree trunk...


Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

Fire In My Belly

I feel my spirit burning inside me
And years of fatigue draining out me
My heart is racing, my spirit is swelling
And my heart is singing a wonderful song.

I can still feel my heart beat and I can
still hear the noise in the streets
Motorcade after motorcade brighten up the streets
And the jubilant crowd waving blue
and white handkerchief high in the air.

I could see it from a distance 
people join hands in hands
rocking to a spirited beat 
as they watch the parade 
floating peacefully through their street.

It moves from community to community
through rural towns and dangerous hills 
cascading the untrodden  green valleys 
sweeping darkness and poverty away.

The trumpets and drums grew louder and louder
It pulled my great grandma out of the house
And had her rocking to the rhythmical beat.

I listened to the sound as it fades away
and the life in me was perishing away.
My fatigue grew stronger and stronger
And nothing I do could make feel better
I bore the penalty of sleepless nights
and the torture of guiltless sound.

I could hear my heart murmur
and the blood gushing inside
whoosh, whoosh, swish swish 
the sound grew louder on every side.

It’s as if the world was walking with me
And something powerful was propelling me
I took one stride and walked boldly by its side 
but something stronger than me was forcing me
to surrender to hope and succumb to the boldness inside me.

I fought relentlessly to deny this feeling
That was forcing me to get away 
but something very forceful was beckoning me to stay.

I am here and I am still breathing
dying to journey to the mountain top
to appease the Gods and make my final stop
so I inquired of a special place where I could
be alone and meditate for the rest of my days.

The endless journey has exhausted me
but I was determined to go through it with dignity
my chins up, a smile on my face and positive words
to keep me ahead  and on top of the race.

My blood suddenly felt hot and
And fire starts catapulting out of my belly 
I found myself on  the mountain top
Looking down on throngs of people
singing, shouting and dancing.

It sounded like a grand jubilee
But for me this was my final destiny.

                                                                ©2015 Christine Phillips


Long Poems