Best Countless Hours Poems
Every year from spring through fall, if you peered between the cattails you could see the swans in the center of the pond, head to head, their love peering back. On the pond's edges, from the tops of lily pads, frogs were singing of love's song as dragon flies frolicked gleefully above. We would sit and watch them countless hours, day after day as they gracefully swayed to the rhythm encircled in the reflections of love. One year in the dawning of spring, he returned alone, we watched him slowly swim with downcast head to the center of the pond, within the shadows of lost love he'd pause in the ripples that surrounded him, his sadness reaching the edges of the pond, where abandoned lily pads tilted downward caught in the spirals of his lonely tears. He still comes to the pond, muddied and alone from spring through fall, through clouded eyes we still watch him swim, wreathed within his pain we taste his loneliness.
head downcast, he swims
enclosed in the pond's ripples
his tears splashing back
October 12, 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel.
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me.
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are.
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk.
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear.
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them,
But they will curse you even with their dying breath.
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed.
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare,
It is both a curse and a blessing.
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone.
Even the blackest of hearts.
It will make you vulnerable.
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty.
It will break your heart in every way imaginable.
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty,
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness.
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing.
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time.
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved.
Your mom is always here for you,
And i will never let you fall too hard.
But you do have to fall sometimes
But only sometimes.
i beg you
never forget
you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold.
But of iron and steel.
Though countless hours slip away
With memories unregistered
There are moments that define us
By the love and comfort offered
Portfolios filled with kindness
Will take us to a higher plane
Than resumes of apathy
Or PhDs of the inhumane
Some brains are blessed with intellect
To achieve academic height
But spiritual souls rise higher
As we enter the final light
It’s not the gifts we have at birth
But the ones we nourish and grow
By which our value will be judged
And passage to heaven bestowed
I fall and my mind begs my heart to get up
I try to stand on two shaky legs
But the weight of my soul has become too much to bear
The rips and tears in my heart have become too much to mend
I try to close my eyes but I’m continuously haunted by your smile
My heart yearns to pull your body close
To get wrapped up in your lyrical verse
My mind craves the sound of your voice
I try but I’m left with only one lyrical choice
I need you, I need you, I need you
My soul feels alive when I’m caught in your gaze
I let go of my fear and convince my heart to be brave.
It’s too early so I won’t let this feel like love
I can’t help but want to be your dove
Sailing on the winds of your emotions
A dolphins riding the waves of your devotion
In the ocean that is your heart
Why can’t I just let these feeling pass
My world is spinning way too fast
I’m lost, You find me, I’m lost again.
Your eyes draw me in but your fears push me out
Your lips beckon me closer
But doubt still clouds your mind
Why did we have to find each other now
The timing couldn’t be more wrong
(cuss) THIS!!!!!!
You still sing my heavenly song
A melodious rhapsody
Into this abyss
I fall to thee
I’m floating on your words
This is weird, I’m lost in three different worlds
I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m confused
I wish time would cease to tick
So I wouldn’t have to lose
Wishing amour shall cause our hands to fuse
So I never have to let go
So I’d never have to say “so…
Long” and “I’ll see you soon”
Spiraling, spiraling into this lonely doom
SAVE ME!!!!!!
Set my soul free
Unlock this prison that keeps our feelings hidden
Rescue my heart
It’s calling out to you
I’ll understand if you block me out
I can sense your fear
I know, I understand, I agree
Even if the Fates tell us we aren’t meant to be
I know you feel this too
Now do you understand this torment that I’m going through?
I am overcome with boundless affection
You have captured me with intellectual perfection.
Beating hearts, tempted souls
Feeling which weren’t supposed to grow
But yet they did and I see it clear
Sweet ……, I wish you near
Wrap you in my arms
Breathe in your scent
Countless hours in thought I’ve spent
In a state of mental disorder, your smiles and face inhabit the center, and the borders
Of my heart
Willing our threads never to part……
(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Verse 2)
Countless hours make a life
Shear number of moments stun
Commotion, struggled swim
Ripples will calm to glass
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Friends, shams, loves, spills
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our heartfelt stories..
Kids, aches, meals, the scars
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Musical interlude)
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Jokes, peeves, pets, lies
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our ancient stories..
Thrills, falls, truths, the hells
Will go out, smothered in sand by time
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like a two way mirror
our personal looking glass
a series of moments
being reflected back
images keep flowing
floating by on endless streams
countless hours chasing
realities of dreams
not everything appears to be
exactly what it seems
inner feeling , can seem more real
than our perceptive reality .
Those days of youth
Long gone the days when I was young
When life was just a ball of fun
Movies, music, boys and all
Growing up was such a ball.
After school we would all meet
And play our music, it was sweet
Guys like Bill Hayley were our choice
And Elvis, he had such a lovely voice
We’d rock and roll would we for countless hours
Oh, we could sure get off on music’s power
Then when it came to head on home again
Jeeze I had a lot of aches and pains.
Nothing could replace those days of old
Twas in those days our manner was so bold
Those days they were the best part of my life
But never did we get ourselves in strife.
Vera duggan 26 August 201
To lift soft eyes before warm fairest kiss
While dreams lay still with red fragrant flowers
To hold love's moment close in fevered bliss
and breathe its magic spell for countless hours
Could hands more tender wrap your fingers slow,
caress your whispered ear with softer sigh?
To linger as soft cries from love bestow
And find heart's paradise when two comply
As we dare to search our deepest eyes
And lose ourselves in silent space between
Not to notice night or red morning's rise
To find our world has turned a brighter sheen
A heart can tether love to its moor
A kiss can move to passion both adore
1/20/15
contest Magic Kisses and Valentine Wishes
I am the daughter of two hard working parents
Both who raised a strong christian daughter who is mixed with a touch of irish and african heritage
Who they raised to be proud of being biracial
I am from a family who has its frequent arguments, but comes together when it matters
I am from a family who for generations had past addictions
I am from a Mom who broke the cycle.
I am from a Dad who struggled too.
I am from the lectures with my Mom who spoke
“Do not give in. The next generation counts on you.”
I am from a Mom who was a first generation college student
a mom who inspires me and pushes me to excel
a mom who teaches me to be pound of who I am
I am from a life of hard word and commitment
A life that rejects the phrase “give up”
I am from the countless hours of working at thirteen
I am from a male dominated workforce
A workforce that has frequent misconceptions of woman
I am from the long hot days in the sun
which has sculpted my proficiency as a soccer referee.
I am from the “land of opportunity” that also has many faults
I am from a place where opposing viewpoints are censured
while similar statements are praised
A place where you can’t be in between the lines
you must choose either pro or anti
I am from a place where there is constant judgment
A place where our first amendment is violated
I am from a place where there is no certainty nor identity
But through all of this…
I am from a place who needs more kindness and less judgment
I am from a place that needs equality for all
I am from a place that needs God
Dismal spirits find me jovial to their relief, searching for ways to cut their ties to death,
in spite of their search for an end.
Lights go dim, flash, and then die for only two reasons I'm told.
Winds burn hot, and clouds dance to music with a nimble two step.
I find cumbersome curiosity culpable,
and random happenings within reason when my heart is just too fussy to care.
Immixing dreams just before gloaming makes them more vivid,
I harbor monsters in mine..… Grotesque figures paint abhorrent feelings I've since embraced and found solace in.
I'm alone amid the serein, cultivating frisson at a junction,
no hateful send off for me today.
In the end, my eight sided coin still has but one outcome in her life,
and solid weight which stands immovable is not heavy unless we imagine it.
Calling into question how you think and what my heart feels when they're harmonious,
while chasing sophistication without merit.....this can be dangerous with little practice.
Well there's no dying for me. When I launch myself erratically off the rock cliff,
it's my jump to nowhere special...and I must survive!
Lately Time has granted me a couple of seconds here and there to make good on.
His gesture of good will to compensate for the countless hours lost
to noble matters of little worth.
I've learned magic has no mystery in this game.
All pens can birth children who can be immortal;
and grand legacies can fall dead inside of mere seconds after being whispered.
Imagine if all life could wonder, maybe off into the future someday,
no one will think to care......
Written on 29 OCT 2015 at NTC, Fort Irwin, CA
They don’t get it, bunch of fools
Don’t they see how the media drools
Over each and every tweet
Crafted not to be discreet.
Are they blind to my great skill
Of bending media to my will,
Time and again I pull that trick,
And they fall over like a brick.
My strategy’s sublime there’s no denial
Prepped as a lawyer does for trial,
I make a case and sell it strong,
Daring them to call me wrong.
And once they do they’re in my trap
For all their energy I sap,
Each falling over like ten pins
To call out loud my litany of sins.
Oh dear God isn’t that great
How so easily they bait,
Puffed like Adders full of bluster
Regaling me with countless hours of laughter.
But with their faces ever redder
I’m invariably the header,
For my words to sing out loud,
To my all adoring crowd.
So on I go merrily tweeting
On a veritable shoestring,
The investment now all theirs
Fully answering my prayers.
What's up miss popular? People know about your greed
Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak,"
The average joe, and those silly electronics"
Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek
So many countless hours cushioning in luxury
Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter
Feasting on periodic table and splitting bonding
Then misguided paparazzi ask what’s the matter?
Dr. Gluttony's remedy, a coke and Mentos
Pridefully smiling as other families shatter
Expecting everyone’s contributions to the plate
Because, you are the modern-day narcissistic (*sore)
The search engines have endless pages on the topic
Upon your illusion throne, craving and wanting more
Deep down in the shadows, harbors your anger and wrath
Enviously fishing for a fresh party's primate
Yep, Scarlett, Megan and Kelly all have perfect cups
But don’t worry, over time your bim-bims will deflate
Sorry, Brittany and Jen both have the perfect butt
Though your horoscope says, “glutes are going to inflate”
Ma'am Trash Troll, you have not the cash flow of Uncle Sam
What A disgusting branded pathetic child you are
Your future will be a shabby truck driver's pit stop
Slothfully dreaming of becoming a super star
*Word changed
Updated 5/14/219
-Urban Dictionary-
1.Click Itch - An everlasting feeling of need to start clicking, usually on social sites such as Facebook, Instagram, Google, Pinterest, etc.
2.Dotard - An aging individual who has long lost the ability to make rational sense.
3.Cushioning - A dating technique where along with your main piece you also have several 'cushions', other people you'll chat and flirt with to cushion the potential blow of your main break-up and not leave you alone.
Wearing Florence Nightingale's cap proudly like the pioneer herself
Carrying closely in the heart the ethics and standards held by "the lady with the lamp"
Caring, loving, teaching and treating with the same light
More rules and wider visions to provide the best practice possible
A most emotionally and physically draining job
Countless hours at the job, sometimes countless hours of self neglect
It's the passion, it's the demand, it's the responsibility
But the fire never dies, you still want to go on
You still want to do more
The rewards, the joys, the memories
Of touching someone beyond their illness
Of rekindling the light in someone who has lost hope
Of reminding someone their purpose in life
Of teaching someone how do it again and maybe a little different
For continuation of life
But sometimes different emotions arise
Anger, frustrations and complains from patients or families
Sometimes you wish you could prevent that
Sometimes you hope you are not part of that
But it happens, it's a lesson, it can be treated and you can heal.
I have travelled miles and miles, from cities to cities. In each town I try to find something like you, for a while I did, however it lacked your smile, that annoying laugh you make when you are happy, the look you give me when I get mad at you . I definitely found something; I found myself, I learnt to love myself , don't get me wrong, I always had myself, and you loved me to the moon and back and everyday you showed me that through your actions, I just needed to see myself from my own eyes, rather than through yours, I just needed to know I could make it on my own and that you was there by choice. For a while It felt good, I felt content and I didn't think I needed you. I found my thoughts, my heart didn't skip beats as often as it did and my mind was clear, I could think and I didn't think I needed you. I wasn't that little school girl who would run to you or stand behind the door just to scare you with a BOO then hug you when you got scared or pass out laughing on the floor, which ever one came first. I wasn't that girl that looked to you to lead the way, that girl that always throw shade at your big head. I wasn't that girl you taught countless hours how to drive and ways to trick myself into studying to get them good marks. I travel through countries looking for something to restore my strength to build myself but I forgot that I left you behind.
You are my inner monster,
always there
you are a part of me
I cannot change that.
You re the voice inside my head
that only I can hear,
and spend countless hours
trying to keep quiet.
I can hear your words
they echo in my mind
taking me back to earlier times
I try to forget
move past
but you are always there
taunting me
belittling me
cursing me
The years have gone by
the distance grows wider
and even now I can hear you .
to deny you is to,
is to deny me
Why some ask …
because you are my father
my inner monster.