Long A letter Poems
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I awoke this morning early,
an ache within my soul;
a longing, deep, beat at my heart
in waves hard to control.
Weeks have passed since you and I
stood together face to face;
I have searched the world around me,
yet none can take your place.
You shared a special part
of this life of mine;
together we drank deeply
of youth's sparkling wine.
We seldom write a letter;
your voice I do not hear;
but many times before me
your image will appear.
Our hearts are bound together;
our thoughts still intertwine,
though the distance now is great
between your home and mine.
Today I feel your presence
though I have not heard one word;
friendship stretched across the miles,
my memories gently stirred.
True friends find birth in God's great heart;
their roots grow strong and deep.
Your friendship is mine forever,
a treasure I can keep.
Today I will spend in reverie,
a long and sweet review;
I will wash our memories with tears
and celebrate knowing you.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
I will no longer seek your gaze,
no longer linger on the edge of silence,
the absence stretching like a vast horizon.
I will not reach for your warmth,
no longer draw maps in the air
of what we could be,
the path winding like a whisper,
echoing in my heart,
unanswered.
From now on, I will stand beside you,
my love reshaped into friendship,
a sturdy bridge spanning the chasm,
supporting your every step in the wild,
the dreams you chase,
even if they unfurl away from me.
I will fold my longing into quiet corners,
like a letter never sent,
until the day you turn
and I hope you do
to build something extraordinary,
a mosaic of moments shared,
freely joined,
the vibrant colors of connection
illuminating the space between us.
BROOKLYN, CURTIS BAY
2980 DRAMS BOULAVARD
CURTIS BAY M.d. 21226
THEY ADDRESSED THIS TO" THE FELLA IN THE GREEN SWEATER". I WAS WORRIED, IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMETHING FROM A MOVIE. i TOLD HIM, TO PUT, A QUARTER WAY UP HIS, "BLEEP". HE GOT MAD AND SLAMMED THE DOOR. " HE CRAZY" SAID BUSHIA BEEZ, "HE CRAZY"! SHE TOLD THE WORK-MEDIA TEAM, HE CAME BACK HERE TWO DAYS LATER, ASKING ME DID SHE RECOGNIZE HIM, SHE" I TOLD HIM, NO, BUT I REMEMBER THE SPOT OF TOMATO SAUCE YOU DRIBBLED ON YOUR SHIRT, AND IT'S STILL THEIR, AND YOU NASTY, AND CRAZY!". SISTER MUAFFEE'S SON TOLD ME HE BOUGHT A MASK, FROM ONE OF THOSE ON-LINE STORES." HOW HE GONNA LOOK, HIS BLACK HANDS, WEARING A WHITE FACED MASK, " HE CRAZY!, HE CRAZY !" NOW SISTER GRAFFA'S SON GOT IT GOING ON, HE GOT EIGHT HOE'S AND TWO OR THREE WHATCHA MA CALLIUMS, HE STAY OUT OF THEIR BUZZINESS, LET THE HIOE'S MAKE THE DOUGH!", BUT THE OTHER MAN, " HE CRAZY!" H" HE CRAZY!"
THIS IS A LETTER ADDRESSED TO MRS. MOO'D HASKSOON OF BICKES BILL HEIGHTS!
BICKES BILL MAKES YOU BOOGIE!
GET DOWN WITH -IT AND BOOGIE WOOGIE!
TWO DRUMMERS AND THE OBOIST, SMUGDED THE KETTELEDRUMS
THE CONDUCTER CUSSED AND FUSSED, SAID THEY WERE
THREE SHY OF DUMB. WHERE THEY GONNA GET THE CLOTH TO WIPE
OFF THE KETTLEDRUM?
TAKE THEM RAGS OFF OF YOUR BACK, AND CLEAN MY KETTLEDRUM.
Dear Mr. May:
On Monday, in Northern California, it was 89;
On the 2nd, it was 91. Today is the 3rd, and so far at 2:45 PM, it's already 91 degrees. A cool down of 82 is the forecast for Thursday.
Thanks for the relief of the heat, but why so little forecast of rain? Kind sir, please don't think I'm complaining; I'm just wondering
about the raining. Please pardon me if it sounds like I'm ungrateful. The rainy season has served us swell, and I am indeed very thankful.
The pain of the drought is gone, and we have gained a lot of rain. There's no doubt that the fall harvest will overflow with waves of grain.
The birds and bees, flowers and trees, are just wonderful. The snow packs are great, and the reservoirs are more than full.
I anticipated your coming, but not with an entry of high heat. It is still Spring, and Summer will do well without your assist.
By the end of the day, my early vegetables were pleading with me.
Mr. May, I wanted to be among the first to speak to you about your showers. It's a must, kind sir, because it's really tough to be greeted each day with a 90 plus. There is moisture deep down below; but we need the showers to muddy the dust.
05032017cjPS; Contest, May Showers, by Nayda Negron
Softly and tenderly one's lips meet
producing a small puff of air
here you have a letter of note
16th in alphabet stands alone so bare
Stands there between O and Q
so private stands so true and tall
brings great expression of sound
effecting indeed your every call
So personal and practical alone
especially joined with vowel or two
singers of stage and big screen
raising this sound higher they do
Polished and patient so strong
bringing character to many a word
this letter reaches many dimensions
ignorance of this truly absurd
So consider well all of your life
the times you've spoken this sound
a gift received of such value
preserved for new ages to astound
A letter of love
He is old, ten years ago he was old also
if lesser in years.
She is his niece, but love is like rain
falls where it pleases.
The Rain in Spain has nothing to do with this
as rain has nothing to do with love.
He wrote a poem about her long hair and sleek body
her dark brown eyes as well.
She cast her head angrily; what can he do a helpless mute.
It was not his intention to do anything about his love for her
dictated for his love for her.
Her indignity she was ashamed her uncle had had improper thought
he wrote the poem out of love.
She doesn’t ring anymore, the infatuation was abstract,
not meant to come to fruition that is not reprehensible.
Love has its rhythm like the ocean’s waves.
dear monica, I'm inspired to pen a letter to you to read my thoughts a moment I will always treasure for it indeed was a pleasure to meet you monica. I was so fascinated in the brief moments we spoke I-I didn't even choke as I'm simply stunned by your flow mentality with me as you burst in unadulterated laughter as our commonality on the dream thing clicked and my man thing said oh yeah this is it! you dominated my thoughts for the rest of the evening as I read your poems and journeyed with you to special places, the words I am secure in your behavior just knocks my socks off, when there's so much definition of an event you wonder where this will go or is it only time already spent so in your travels I hope you will reflect on that moment in time we met and our minds danced in admiration of life's events and this time it all made sense
love and peace,
unconcious
Mary Magdalene
No one can take away the honour given to you!
You were the first one to see the resurrected Jesus
We know that your past was dark
But you had the privilege of getting into the ARK
The Saviour called you
He saw what others did not see!
There are too many that want to make you a prostitute
But many forget Jesus calls the destitute
We know you were once joyless
But holiness came to you and
You became a slave of righteousness
And was transformed as an example for us!
You were a faithful disciple
You remained longer than any at the Cross and
You were also the first to see Jesus after His Resurrection!
You have an extraordinary legacy
Blessed is the Lord who showed Great Mercy
No one can take away the honour given to you!
You were not the wife of Jesus
You were a unique disciple
Given a privilege that many did not receive!
You are Mary Magdalene
A Woman of Love, Purpose and Destiny
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
“Even after our corporeal form leaves, a letter speaks to us in a language so intimate, conveying pent up emotions so personalized that one cannot express through spoken words without causing embarrassment to the one thus divulging” ~ By Poet
It was like a cunning marauder,
That cancer sneaked into his healthy body.
After the initial shock, John got over it.
Then ensued a brave fight to restrict its advance.
But it ravaged his body inch by inch.
Stage four cancer took residency in his bones.
After thirteen months of incessant struggle
His invincible life came to a peaceful halt!
At the end of his funeral rites, his best friend
Showed himself up before the congregation.
In halting voice, he said he was on a task,
To read out a letter John had prepared.
Long before his death but had kept sealed until then.
Opening an envelope, with wavering hands
Like an envoy divinely ordained on a sacred mission
He took out the carefully folded sheets of paper.
The subdued murmur inside the spacious hall
Gave way to silent breathless anticipation.
'My dearest family and friends' the words ran,
'Long at last, I am at peace, absolutely at peace,
With no emails to check, no bills to pay,
No more deadlines to be worried over!
But unfortunately, no charming females in sight''
The words breathed his flamboyant humour,
With his trademark grace and copious dignity.
He led the audience through his life under death sentence.
He was thankful for the love and concern,
His friends and family had so profusely lavished on,
In his ailing days of agony and dejection.
That exceeded far more than what an ordinary man,
In the whole of his lifetime could accumulate!
The last part was a pronouncement of love,
On his beloved wife and his wonderful child,
Who stood by him in silent suffering by proxy,
With a plea to all to keep peace with one's soul.
Despite life's sham, drudgery, and shattered dreams!
The congregation silently dispersed, walking away,
Into a day of sunshine, greatly consoled and inspired!
My Dearest Most Only BeLoved Lenore, I woke up this morning with the warmth of the Sun cascading on my face.The morning Doves singing for YOUR Happiness in Glory.If YOU are reading this on YOUR way to the Pearly Gates to meet me, I won't be there but I ask a boon.Please go to the Door of Heaven for there YOU will find Martin Richard, 8 Years old; Krystle Campbell, 29; Lingzi Lu, I don't know how old she is but she's young and Chinese, which is not a language barrier in Heaven. All three should be joining YOU today,courtesey of the evil ; YOU do not know that thrives here on Earth. that's not all I ask YOU to Salute Officer Sean Collier, 26 he was a victim on the GOOD side for the betterment of man.(If they want they can each have a B O S T O N RedSox Pennent from those I gave YOU to hold FOR me.Tell Them, Their Family Loves them, the Community LOves them, Their Country LOVes Them, Their Leaders LOVEs them, and I'm
sure I and the "SOUPERS" LOVES Them. As for me my LOVE : Maybe Tomorrow.With LOVE for the EONS of Eternity,ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Husband Entwined as ONE.
Harry
Dedicated to the Victims of the Marathon Bombings
and the Officer that gave his life trying to Quell the Enemy.