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THE NEWS
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Life Defined by Moments Blindsided
written by The Broken Hearted
Read the news today. There is blues Obituary
today. Agony in whatever we choose His life was extraordinary.
today. Is there no other way than Proud family, wife named Glory
to escape the day? Why did you have His children Edward and Tory
to end your life this way? Too many Died Monday first of July
have to question there own sanity Police give no reason why
taking your own life, is it vanity? Service will be held at one
Trying to control your own calamity? a potluck diner after it is done.
Why didn't you just converse with ________________________
somebody? Isn't that how it is
suppose to be? No one is suppose JOIN THE ARMY
to feel so alone that they end their
own life. What are we going to do A Bright Future
as society? It is paralyzing to think Awaits YOU!
of what could be, when we take to
the destruction personally. It is not ______________________
suppose to be that way. Pages ripped
away, the book is close and can't be oil change
replayed. A story over and its gone. 14.99
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POLICE BEAT
Police arrived on the scene shortly after hearing a gun shot fired on the second block of Hayes Road. A male was found deceased with a self inflicted wound to the head.
Cat in a tree on Main street. Firefighters, paramedics and officers dispatched. Cat is safe without injury.
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Partly cloudy with chance of
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Folded away, tossed aside, no longer in view.
Nothing else printed, nothing else said about you.
We'll probably move on, we'll probably heal,
and we'll never have known what you feel.
James --
Over the last few months, we've seen something remarkable:
From the Women's March to airports across the country where communities are welcoming immigrants and refugees to town hall meetings in every community, Americans are speaking out like never before.
I believe more fiercely than ever that citizen engagement at every level is central to a strong and vibrant democracy.
To support this wave of grassroots organizing, we're launching Onward Together, an organization dedicated to advancing the progressive vision that earned nearly 66 million votes in the last election. Onward Together will work to build a brighter future for generations to come by supporting groups that encourage people to organize and run for office. I'm so grateful to everyone who has reached out to say that you're still fighting for the values we share. Will you add your name to let me know you're with us?
Since November, I've been doing my fair share of reflecting, spending time with friends and family -- and yes, going for long walks in the woods.
I've been particularly inspired by everyone who has stepped up to lead in this crucial moment for our country, and so I'm proud to announce Onward Together is beginning by supporting five groups leading the way.
At Swing Left, experts from the tech, media, finance, nonprofit, and arts industries are working to take back the House in 2018 by mobilizing volunteers in swing districts, where votes will count the most. The team at Emerge America has doubled down on finding, inspiring, and training their most diverse slate of Democratic women yet to run for office and start to close the political ambition gap. With more than one million members, Color Of Change leads national accountability campaigns to fight for criminal justice reform, voter freedom, fairness and accuracy in the media, and other critical issues of racial justice. Hundreds of thousands of people have made their voices heard thanks to Indivisible, an effort led by former Congressional staffers who are using their expertise to help ordinary people reach their members of Congress. And since two former campaigners announced the creation of Run for Something on Inauguration Day, more than 9,000 young people have signed up to run for local office to make real change in their own communities.
Onward!
Hillary
Some great ideas.
Form:
It is a collection of 66 different books.
Each an important puzzle piece, just take a look.
God took a complete puzzle and tossed it in the air.
It fell down to the earth, scattering everywhere.
Most important piece is God himself
That most will ever see.
John 15:4 says "You must abide in Me!"
The book Genesis tells how all things begin.
While Revelation shows us what happens in the end.
Each piece or book will provide another clue.
Of why Creator and creature interacts the way they do.
In Genesis, book of beginnings chapter's one, two & three.
It tells how everyone and all things have come to be.
Next we find out in chapter two.
He gave birth to his children and told the oldest what to do.
Obey me He said and all will go well!
But the moment you disobey, life for you will be hell!
You'll trigger a cancerous disease from within!
It will corrupt your thought patterns and will be called Sin!
Though I already know everything you will do.
The right to make your own choices, must be granted to you.
I've placed a conscious in you, but right now it's asleep.
It will provide you guidance when disconnected from Me.
It will not bother you as long as you do right.
But when you're doing wrong, it will trouble you day & night.
I've created this paradise for you my children today.
Obey my house rules or I must send you away.
While you're out being your own god, far away from home.
I gave you a concept called "Prayer" to be your cell phone.
I am "Truth!" and therefore unable to lie.
Disobedience severs our spiritual cord and your spirit will die.
You'll live by 5 senses of the flesh unfortunately,
And your offspring will loose all awareness of Me.
You'll curse humanity until the end of Days!
You'll hate, kill, and suffer for not doing as I say.
Because I gave a perfect man the order to obey.
Only the death of another perfect man can take it away.
Once your bloodline becomes infected with the cancer of sin.
You'll reproduce defects only, but out of love, I'll step in.
I'll put on an 'Earth Suit!" come down from my Throne.
Die with your curse inside Me, so you can return home!
The whole time you're on earth, you will have problems there.
I'll send Angelic help, when you call me through prayer.
You'll know it's me carrying my life saving plans.
When you hear code word "Jesus!" The Savior of man!
It’s some place that used to be
Where all things would fall twixt—
A beat, battered, broken shell
Off old Route 66.
He rode a Silverado
That was a dusty gold,
His clothes were worn and ragged—
Their style was odd and old.
They watched him as he walked in
To Wally’s Waffle Place—
With silver spurs that jingled,
A hat that hid his face.
He strolled up to the counter
And placed two gold coins there—
“I’ll take a big heap,” he said,
“Of yer fine dinin’ fare.”
Well, he sat down on a stool—
Pulled makin’s from his vest—
“No smokin’!” growled the waitress,
“This here ain’t the Old West!”
Well, the stranger tipped back what
Looked like a cowboy hat
And then slowly rolled his smoke
And grinned just like a cat.
“I don’t mean no disrespect,
But this here’s open range—
Though I must of wandered off,
‘Cause you folks sure is strange.
“See, I had to leave my hawse
When he done pulled up lame—
Then found that hawseless carriage—
Got me here all the same.”
It’s some place that used to be
Where all things would fall twixt—
A beat, battered, broken shell
Off old Route 66.
“Seems some things has changed ‘round here—
They caught the James Gang, yet?
And how ‘bout Wild Bill Hickok?
He’s still real fast, I bet!
“And what ya hear of Custer
And all of his good friends?
Heard he’s clearin’ our country
Of all the Indians!
“Reckon I’m out of touch some—
Been ridin’ ‘round so long—
It feels like forever
And that now I don’t belong.”
The waitress stared – told the cook
To dial up 911—
She knew something was not right
With this old cowboy son.
“Now, we don’t want no trouble,”
She stated in soft words—
“But all I want is my grub,
‘Fore I rides to the herd.”
“Say, mister – you all right?” that
Waitress asked all concerned,
But then she saw his six gun—
“Well, now I’ll be goll-derned!”
Then that cowboy disappeared—
The Silverado gone—
With tire tracks toward the desert,
Lost in the purple dawn.
And so all the legends go—
But these are just the facts:
They say they found that old truck,
Then just a horse’s tracks.
So when you go to Wally’s—
If that’s what you must do—
You’ll find a deserted shack
Closed in 1992.
It’s some place that used to be
Where all things would fall twixt—
A beat, battered, broken shell
Off old Route 66.
WWII has been over for 66 years &
for some reason those responsible for the production of captain america: the first avenger
think that now is a good time to bring back a douche bag
who was originally called “super american”
by his creator, joe simon
(an obviously generic label amongst all the other “super” heroes that was even too much
for the morons at marvel to run with),
& so the captain was born
because
“there weren’t a lot of captains” in comics.
originally this super american punched
hitler in the face & sold almost a million
copies when that first march 1941 issue
hit the newsstands,
capitalizing on a war fervor that was
explosive in the US before pearl harbor had
even been attacked---
super american & his sidekick “bucky” went
on to fight more nazis & the japanese until
bucky died & was replace by “betsy ross,”
the super american’s fbi agent girlfriend---
modeled on the woman who is said to have
sewn the first american flag, betsy did not revive
the dying series,
mainly because the nationalism that was burning bright
during “the great war”
had burnt out during the cold war period &
so the captain & his flag sewing girlfriend ended up
ceasing after 75 issues,
by which time the whole fiasco had been retitled
captain america’s weird tales---
such justice doesn’t happen often,
it is a shame that it took 75 issues to bring it
about.
now that this new film is about to be release out into the world,
given the state of america’s wonderful reputation
(a bit different than in 1941) as the world’s policeman
who stops at nothing to rape this planet of its natural resources,
squeezing every last drop into its own mouth,
one might wonder how the producers of this film expected to
bring in a dime---
isn’t it bad enough that bombs, troops & drones are storming into
other countries?
now we have to throw it up on the silver screen as well?
it turns out that the film’s title is to be changed for release in
russia, south korea & the ukraine
to only the first avenger.
just what exactly is this super american avenging now?
it seems that now the big
bad
boogeyman
is
us & if there was anyone to be
avenged,
it would be
those that we have stomped on,
those that we continue to stomp on &
those
who we plan on stomping on in the future.
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
NYC nior in black and white
NYC nior in black and white
Dark landscapes 1957 NYC
of automats radio city and hotdog stands
memories of things past
Take us back to lucid dreams of light and shadows cast
set the stage late night dark wet NY detectives on the beat
slow moving like grit and steel they stride down the great white way
steam and clouds shoot to the sky from sewer covers
smoke rings blast out from bill boards of urban midnight cowboys
from route 66
On the street hipsters glide down in pinstriped suits
cool sleek long with straddled watch chains dragging
smoking stogies from drooping lips
wing tipped shoes rested on black boxes at shoe shiners row at 53rd and lex
wanting fem defal’s dark diva’s in fish nets tight red skin dresses with sleek spike heels long cigarettes with long brim hats and netted veils as they walk the line swinging their Purses leaning against posts on the foggy corners
Dharma bums gaze at city lights dreaming of old bards songs
through garment push carts and rushing feet
in the machinery of the steamy night
the boxcars moving past open doors
The cities glare in shadows bare
neon signs striptease flashing in the backdrop of honking horns and traffic
night clubs casinos and one night stands in greasy motels
pool hall hustler’s poker players loan sharker's and scheamers
whisky bars dockyard and widowed screams
tenement houses windows open curtains drawn
sweat and muscle tee shirts yelling out to others
saxophone city of butchers boozers bribers and brown baggers
Bright yellow checkers and taxis on Times Square
down the smoke hazed dark lanes against the hard walls
slim Jim zoot suiter’s lazy dazed side leaning
roll loaded dice with steaming cheap Tricks
Newspaper stands and barbers shops with marbled checker floors
white steaming towels with waiting hot lather
man with straight edge and black leather strap leans over
with Sinatra playing in the back
Neon city balanced in chaotic disorder of abstract lines
of municipal signs
city where monk lady day and Coltrane play Improve
in old coffee houses of smoke filled cafes for pennies a day
as street poets whisper and drink their troubles away
dreaming of Brando bogie smoking Joe's and blondes
of slip hips and jive
When I was 14 yrs old...
I never thought I would turn the magical 16...
that would be the time I could get my drivers license
and a job. Boy was I big stuff then.
When I was 17 yrs old...I never thought I would live to see 18.
Wow...the excitement of becoming an adult.
Now I could do what I wanted...
I would have it made!
When I was 20...I thought in one more year...
I could be a full adult and I could make my own choices...
and move where I wanted...and all sorts of stuff.
When I was 49 I thought my life was half over.
My skin was starting to wrinkle and parts of me were starting to sag.
I wondered if this was what I had to look forward to.
When I was 59 I dreaded turning 60.
to me that was old. Those were the ones I made fun of
when I was younger and swore I'd never be like them.
Well...now I'm 66 yrs old and I can't seem to wrap my head around it.
It seems all the movie stars I grew up with were all dying...
or at least looked like it. My youngest child is 34. How did
that happen? I sat and thought about all the things
I'll never get to do again...
because I have Parkinsons also...
and it's taking it's toll.
I now struggle with wondering If I even have a purpose anymore.
I wonder if my kids still need me. I question my value.
I feel embarrased that at times I need to use a cane.
I question all the choices I've ever made...
but I know one can't go back and change what's already
happened.
I've decided with much soul searching that I can find other ways of helping.
After all it's not about me. I can think what I can do to help others.
I have things I'm good at and I have a lot of life's stuff
I've been through...
that maybe I can help with.
It's all about choices. I could choose to sit and just wait to die...
or I can use what I do have to help others.
The choice is mine...
and the choice is yours.
P.R. Deremer
Form:
How’s That Again?
Actual newspaper headlines taken from
http://www.alphadictionary.com/fun/headlines.html
Poem constructed by Elton Camp
A headline writer had the following to say:
“Child’s Death Ruins Couple’s Holiday”
The image produced we have to pardon:
“Child’s Stool Great for Use in Garden”
Of other associations, have no fears:
“Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures”
I didn’t expect this to happen so soon:
“Dealers will Hear Car Talk at Noon”
In storing his tools the man was so lax:
“Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax”
Want to see this myself:
“Eye Drops Off Shelf”
What a shock to his spouse:
“Farmer Bill Dies in House”
I wonder if old granny though this was fun:
“Grandmother of Eight Makes Hole in One”
A statement this obvious will make the reader smile:
“If Strike Isn’t Settled Quickly it May Last a While”
So to have greater charms:
“Iraqi Head Seeks Arms”
What possibly could answering this gain us?
“Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?”
The justice system can be transcendent:
“Juvenile Court Tries Shooting Defendant”
If you decide to test it, better be stealthy:
“Kicking Baby Considered To Be Healthy”
It’s a more effective than them just being talkers:
“Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers”
Folks like this, starvation can never slaughter:
“Quarter of a Million Chinese Live on Water”
In modesty, please keep her well draped:
“Queen Mary Having Bottom Scraped”
In a careless newspaper this headline was read:
“Reagan Wins on Budget, but More Lies Ahead”
Surely his neck holds up his rosary:
“Robber Holds up Albert’s Hoisery”
Though losing her leg left the woman in a fix:
“Shot Off Woman’s Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66”
This surely would put their work into a deficiency:
“Smokers are Productive, but Death Cuts Efficiency”
It’s hard to see how it could really be any other way:
“Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Experts Say”
This feat I’d also much like to see:
“Stolen Painting Found by Tree”
Surely, ethics such forbids:
“Teacher Strikes Idle Kids”
You mean it didn’t increase?
“War Dims Hope for Peace”
For her, the meal couldn’t be merry:
“William Kelly was Fed Secretary”
I plan to write another poem like this
So please check back so as not to miss
When in twenties, I was distressed,
There was so much suffering around, I just couldn't bear it
If God existed, why was he not doing anything
So many unanswered questions
A friend suggested I should read scriptures
In them I understood,
Sin was the cause of miseries
Salvation was the goal of life
Surrender to lord the easiest way to achieve it
One day, I bowed down before the Lord
Told him " I give you my body and mind.
They are yours to use as you want"
Then, the constant struggle began to end my doership
I kept telling myself, I am not doing, God is doing
I should not worry, it is no longer mine
Eng your ego Rama, I kept repeating
As I was struggling to surrender unto the lord,
I heard a voice from within my heart
I knew it was the voice of God.
I was beside myself with joy
This voice has been with me since then whispering to me
Stopping me whenever I am about to sin
It is a proof of presence of God
His agape love for me
This love has been my inspiration for whatever I do it never ceases
So much passionate about my well-being, I am amazed
Reflecting that love in my surroundings, I care, serve, try to be good
God has been with me when I suffered physical and mental agony,
With me when I cried endlessly
His voice within told me, miseries end sins
Once all sins end you will automatically reach me.
Despite suffering, my faith is unwavering
Now I treat pain as gift of God
Understand it is a pathway to reach him
God gives me courage hope and healing
Confidence that I will soon get liberated and reach my home
The voice of God within should stay with me forever
Love of God for me should never cease
These are my only prayers
I have no other desire in life
If suffering can take me to him,
I want more and more suffering
I merely want to reach God,
The only person who loves me truly,
unconditionally!
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"Abandon all varieties of religion and just surrender unto Me. I shall deliver you from all sinful reaction. Do not fear." Bhagavad-Gita Chapter 18, verse 66
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03.05.2021
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