Long 2002 Poems
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I thought I loved you
But I am beginning to love you more
And more
I am beginning to think about you more
And more
I am beginning to dream of you more
And more
I imagine loving you
Until the end of time
Until all the bells chime
Until I love you more
And more
Until I think of you more
And more
Until I dream of you more
And more
No, it’s not infatuation
No, it’s not adoration
No, it’s not passion
No, it’s not compassion
No, it’s not devotion
No, it’s not admiration
No, it’s not contemplation
No, it’s not affection
But it’s true, mutual and unrequited love
Raw feelings coming from above
Flowing through my brain
Dancing in my veins
Giving me sweet pain
And strength to break the chains
So we can fall in love again
And again until eternity, in Heaven.
Copyright © November 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I came about when the world was hot and embroiled in a rumble.
When transit men carried all they had in a frayed bundle.
When steel was gold or so I was told, and silkworms are of quietude, for less the people that need them.
When Swinging On A Star was the national anthem.
When sugar was rationed, and horse meat the staple, and vouchers held the value of money.
From heart distress, we wonder how relentless thou art in a promise of milk and honey.
I was carried into my teens by voluntary ships on raging seas, and I was cognizant of stiff black bodies hanging from Southern trees under incidental nights.
It was when I was shaken into the consciousness from the cries of freedom marchers, who claimed the thunderous moments of the Northern lights.
My soul has grown deeply grievous of the unrighteousness of humanity.
For it is from dust we came to dust we return in a nation of sand.
Excerpt from A Float with Memories by Mary E.W. Stephenson
copyright 2002
Keep my heart, Lord
Keep my heart Oh, God
Keep my heart, Lord
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Lord keep my heart from all that matters
Keep my heart so that it won't break
Keep my heart, Lord Oh God because it matters
It's you, it's you whom I trust
I trust your heart
Lord for the right judgement
I trust the beat of your heart
And the breath you have in me
I trust your heart God to show me the way
With you in me O' Lord show me the way
~
Lord keep my heart from all that matters
Keep my heart so that it won't break
Keep my heart, Lord Oh God because it matters
It's you, it's you whom I trust
I trust your heart
~
Keep my heart, Lord
Keep my heart Oh, God
Keep my heart, Lord
10/16/02
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2002, 2019
arranged music by Lafonzo Thomas for Zoe Music/Zoe Muine
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
"The Eternal Word"
Always on the verge
Of Christmas/ Heaven
Contemplations merge
From Eternal Father--
"Timelessly shining"
To our souls--
Divinely "Be Mine!"-ing
Before the Beginning
Father/ Spirit/ Son
An Eternal Family
Our Blessed Mother won
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Inspired by: 1. E.W.T.N. (The Eternal Word Television Network), and
2. the Oblates of the Virgin Mary fathers' Marian Consecration essays, &
3. CRADLE OF REDEEMING LOVE (THE THEOLOGY OF THE CHRISTMAS MYSTERY) by John Saward, 2002. pg. 134-135:
"Eternal Generation. The begetting of the Father's Son and Word is eternal, that is, altogether free of succession, without before or after, beginning or end. The Byzantine Church expresses the dogmatic truth in words that match metaphysical precision with poetical beauty: 'The Virgin draws nigh to bear Thee, O Lord, Who, shining timelessly from the Father, hast now come to be in time, setting us loose from the temporal passions of our souls.' ("The Forefeast of the Nativity" Menaion, pg. 211). The Word is the co-eternal Son of the Eternal Father. Whenever the Father was, the Son was. ... Since the Father is always the Father, the Father is never without the Son. ... Fatherhood... is not a relation into which the Father enters, but the relation by which the Father exists. ... [Jesus] is eternal Child because He receives everlastingly the whole of the divine essence, all that He is, from the Father."
Note this poem was written some time ago but I was sick and deleted my site. I have been patiently reposting my poems since 9 October 2000.
On November 13, 2002. The Prestige, one of twelve tanks burst during a storm off Galicia, in northwestern Spain. No help was forthcoming and by November 19, the ship split in half. 20 million gallons were spilled into the sea.
Beneath the heavy dark clouds,
the storm broke.
An oil-filled tanker sank
spewing black lakes of murderous slime.
What a giant "Prestige"!
Despite the roar of untamed waves
there was a deadly hush over the ocean.
A low death knell sang a purgatory of pain,
as contaminated birds of gulls, orioles, kestrels
squawked their last dirge:
What a giant "Prestige"!
Too late men stretched their ingenuity,
a desire to save and spare
the livelihood of so many families
that sailed the oil-spilled seas,
where baby dead fish dotted the surface,
sands and rocks tainted with death.
Elsewhere engineers burned their chemical gases
and smoke escaped from the earth's fragile shell.
We all have our "Prestige"!
Written 2016
Hannah Rayburn*
shared virtues she did learn
blest in her growing-up endeavor
inspired by Dad, a Holocaust survivor.
Emma 'Grace' McKee
showed values of spirited glee
along joyously functional friendship**
midst socialite Mom’s absentee-partnership.
*Hannah and Grace are the main characters in “State of Grace” which is an American comedy-drama series that ran for two seasons on the Fox Family Channel later ABC Family during 2001 and 2002.
** Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times…
October 28, 2021
1st place, "A STRAND (1066)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/5/2022.
~Please, Take A Moment~
(Free Verse)
Please,take just a moment
To breath in deep, the fresh air
To smell sometimes all the roses
That you may find or see on your way.
Pause,take just ....a moment
Spare just a minute of your time,
Don't take anything more for granted
Smell the coffee,sit back and relax.
Look again,to all the beauty around you!
Enjoy sometimes, all the view
Get in touch with God and the real you,
Waste no more time life is too short, just for that.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladyDP2000
copyright@2002
December, 15,2014
Thoughts about
The games in life, that one plays for his / her audience, are games perceived
- usually – by the recipient and sometimes by an observer, but to the player,
it is not a game at all, it is life’s essence needing to survive, to know.
I have no answer, nor am I the answer, I am just the lender of an ear,
to hear, a shoulder to lean on, to cry on - at least I think ?
all I have to offer is a helping hand, a willingness to listen.
Beyond that, you have the answers, you are the answer.
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Oh !!!, to once again touch some of the personalities
that walked into and out of, leaving flacks, specks, stardust
upon my moments, became a part of my reality in days long ago.
Those life’s experiences that are not, but distant memories
drifting in and out of my memories hoard, past my minds eye
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Daydreams, revere and their dreams of, have become buried
beneath layers and layers of film, film that has been deposited
upon them as the years, once flowing freely, have become stagnant
pools, filled with life’s, death filled experiences, - doubts, self-doubts,
insecurities, fears – experiences that once allowed the poisonous
debris to harmlessly drift by - during those days of one’s past -,
not to get caught up in, become a part of the all that settles upon,
weighs down, dampens and distorts the light into and out from
so that these stagnant pools only reflect – like smoked mirrors –
ghostly apparitions that are but black and lifeless.
B. J. “A” 2
June 22nd 2002
DREAMS
Many nuances – in the faces of my Children – come to me in the night.
In multi coloured – shaded shadows of dreams – they come to light.
They – in their histories journey – show me the way of free flight,
a flight into what this soul has already come to know,
so long ago - long before – on the screen – it came to show
where it is , we come from, where it is we are bound to go.
No Bite left in Life
These tired old eyes of mine - no longer have teeth.
They no longer chow down – from above or beneath,
all that youthful, younger eyes - full of that precious heat –
devour with such passion and agility, a mental feat
capable of, by souls and spirits filled with divine nourishment
while I, in a black hole, lost to the dark firmament,
live, within my hunger, starving in my blindness
for a taste of all the beauties and all the kindness
they so graciously and generously sent my way
while I , without ever attempting to repay
for more than has come, on wings, to me.
I think I now know ?, I think I now can see ?
B. J. “A ” 2
November 1st 2002