Call Up Poems - Poems about Call Up

Come to the waters, His call from oasis of bliss

Across the space of desolation, 
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters. 

I travel from the abyss of despair  
on the blessed inward journey 
through the layers of consciousness,

Call it a Family

Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes

And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have

No it won't be any stranger than
singing

Not Sweet William

Call me what you will
altho' my name's not 'Bill'
no don't even be so silly
as to think I am a 'Willy'
tho' you may say
“Here's what's his name'
to me it's all
one and the same
yet as I'm losing too much weight
have the need to feed
and don't dare be much thinner
I have one task to ask of you
please don't

Thank You For Calling

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…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please

you call her art

they painted her backwards,
a body half-forgotten by gravity,
half-claimed by the red.
not blood,
but the color of memory
when it refuses to fade.
her hands—
not reaching,
but remembering
what it felt like
to be touched without bruising.
there is silk at her thighs,
or maybe it’s fog,
or maybe it’s the ghost of a wedding dress
that never got to say “i do.”
red eats everything here.
the

The Call of Peace:

The Call of Peace Poem 2025:
Exercise AMAN 2025:
Together For Peace 2025:

Choose only one master—nature. 
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Peace is liberty in tranquility.
Peace begins with a smile.
Peace is always beautiful. 
Colors are the smiles of nature.
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

Earth and sky, woods and fields,

The New Call of the River Nun

From the rising sun in the east
To casted shadows after dark in the west,
Our tribal marked faces show,
A timeless story, aglow.
Seasons come and go,
Hiding shades and dimmed sparks.
Beneath the sprawling swamps,
Cornering meandered mangroves,
Our roots run deep,
Anchored in attires of legacy.
Our heads see without light,
Guided by old wisdom unspoken.
Truth and strength wrap us,
Like leaves hiding the

A call for the oppressors downfall

Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security
Never fearing the chance of brutality 
Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin
Greeted by the warmth of idiocy
Building a racist system of legacy
With followers who exhibit stupidity 
But useful in killing democracy 
To continue their self fulfilling prophecy 
Of forced superiority

A politicians smile brings a darkness 
Poisonous

To the One I Call My Moon

Bader means full moon in Arabic,
but to me,
your name carries more than light
it holds the weight of my world.
My life revolves around you,
and I don’t remember
what joy felt like before you.

I pray to God each night,
quietly, endlessly,
that He grants you success in this
dunya because my love for you
means your happiness is mine.

Do you love me

Show, Don't Tell

In my experience
between the two
I'm not naming names
but what people say
and what they do
are not always
one and the same
as they don't follow through
life gets in the way
I understand
but that's no reason
not to let me know
there's been a change of plan
when told I'll call
give you a ring is when
I know I'll never
hear from them ever again
all

Do not call me

Please, don't call me
don't love me,
don't touch me (as if 
                          I was ivy)
do not strangle me
between hallucinatory
words, woven from
languid desires,

let me 
run free, barefoot,
through the morning dew,
through the blooming

Call it Bazball or just Test Cricket

We knew from the get go after Brendon accepted the call…jettisoned old school for new cool..the Kiwi on the balcony who looks like he’s smoked some bud..having a kip..let slip..quick to quip..almost let rip..did appall..won't linger..two finger flip..nip it in the bud..say no go…skip..snip..crud dud pick…so toodlepip..tally ho to the thick not slick Bazball blip..this

Call It A Night

The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low
And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show
The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go
‘Before we have to greet the early morning light.
Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night.

The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross

dont call me a popinjay

don’t call me a popinjay
makes me want to hop away
an insult every time said May
her face squished up all mean and gray

I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves

I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves,
I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories,
I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass,
He came unannounced, like an echo from another

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