Long Affects Poems
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Passing Through The Moment
Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know
Consummate reliance on another person for your relief
Don’t abdicate defiance before you’re consumed by all the grief
Illustrate the violence with the pen in disbelief
Communicate in silence while your left to possess only self belief
Impervious observers of the current situation of mankind
Discourteous serves the capitulation of this kind
Subservience swerves around direct attention as it affects a persons mind
Luxurious nerves are in retention as they wonder what the authorities will find
A child combining emotion with an elegance of innocence and need
A wild defining notion that denies the rich man of his greed
Beguiled by signing into the commotion I can do nothing but pay heed
Reviled divining oceans deprived of life so humanity can feed
Catastrophic implications for the latest politician in the news
Misanthropic consternations as they’re coming across as rather rude
Off topic conversations that have put me off my food
Electronic elevations that now decide what’s right and viewed
Altruistic gains for those with enough cash to be generous
Optimistic pains for he who can’t maintain the obstreperous
Deterministic rains are pouring on the intellectually venemous
Surrealist saints are mourning what it means to be classified as degenerate
I can’t elucidate the echoes in my mind today
I shant recuperate unless I find the beauty in the decay
I want to rejuvenate the times and see the truth along the way
As a renewed debate starts the incline to illuminate the way
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright 2025
Between First Cause and Final Effect
swells and ebbs Time's echoing life
regenerating across mountainous valleys
from Alpha's thoughtful
revolving last Omega feelings,
Yang redeeming Yin's reiterating double-bound investment,
in HERE/NOW
Present pilgrimage
from winter's metamorphic hibernation,
preparation
Falling regenetic seeds of Time's harvest
restarting to unfold again
from barren Omega
back to budding Alpha
Coincidental thought felt cause,
infinite potential effectiveness
riding our shadow horse
of shared season's time
cooperating spacial place
Earth's eco-logical
environ-mental healthy pace
of synergetic felt volution.
God may not grow omnipotent
throughout life's mortal span,
yet evolve loving wisdom's omnipresent time.
Fractal rebecoming explains everpresent
recycling Time,
original nurturing effects,
intended affects,
implied reasons,
corrective rations,
logos resonant mythic resolutions
of DNA's contending recreative query.
Agile bone
Come over oh little in skin but giant in heart
As I make a Clarion call on that which tint the ear
Your great work is made manifest in all ages
As none can outturn that which is laid in your strength
The glory of the young lies in their strength
A true tale from ages
This the ego of the foes do lay
As nothing could come out of their Jerusalem for their joy embrace
When being weak and lame to do that which is in turn.
Sweet odes are made making you dwell in everlasting dream
You're the future of tomorrow
While their prodigals are enthroned to take their stead
Hope your itching ear is not turned to my words?
And your mind is not craft in hate of them
Life is worth to live as no birth is made to waste
Have you been to the prophet for the next phase?
Let not your reply be no
As those in default are in celebration of gnashing
Indepth joy should be the basis of survival
When it's lost, switch to one that craves for it
Survival is not in essence the genesis to be enslaved
Not as the landmark being made by the political I.T.T.
Alas
My back is aching as that in labour
Not that in birth but of that which affects the agile
Masturbation, drugs abuse, sexual harassment, indecency, cultism, thuggery, cyber crime
And all which stand against natural Justice, equity and good conscience
Know the Lord in the days of your youth
It's not an admonission but an order
Put away that which kills the time
As tick tock says the clock
And invest in all that last for life eternal
Nation building, inventories, research, humanitarianism
With these your name is gold
Not as the slave masters at our ealm of affairs.
Holidays are good at the start
you look forward to them beforehand
counting down weeks and days till you go
getting the cases packed for the trip
Then you arrive at the destination
unpacking your stuff, getting ready
the weather decides your enjoyment
rain or sun, whatever it may be
But the day arrives when it's time to go home
you really dread it coming, but it's here
the thought of the end of this place
makes one ponder, to think, even shed a tear
Could you live here for the rest of your days?
you wish it could be, but deep down, no
reality has to set in for when you get home
it's old clothes and porridge, as we say here
Look back on holiday past now memories
enjoyed it back then, but now it's old routine
then once over, wish for next one
life affects us like this; so ever has been
Parents mold their children just like a pan to a cake
How ever you're instructed gives your life it's shape
What you're taught as a child you will never forget
Understanding the morals of others...
You will have a fit
Down from your failures to your major accomplishments
Learning responsibility on a job to timely paying your rent
Clueless that your parents were preparing you for life
Now you thank them for teaching you what is right
Times that you felt that they were being hard on you
They we're preparing you to always know what to do
Good thing as parents they didn't slack on the job
Raising you to turn into the most laziest slob
The decisions you make reflects off your childhood
Parents are aware that childhood affects adulthood
Reverence affects yours
truly with unmeasurable
infinite jubilant zeal,
sans unbeknownst world wide
(web stirred) fans enamored
with me poetry induce
cogs of mine
noggin to wheel
write (thru the roof),
thus I feel impelled
to spell out
appreciation to those
die hard regular followers
or one time cyber reader,
who (minnie mull lee)
move mouse or gingerly
(collude) manipulate trackpad
motioning qua thumbwheel
scrolling thru each
rich text chord
line figuratively aswarm
with multisyllabic words planted,
cultivated and harvested,
where eyes feast
visually soaking up
mine magic charm
(albeit wrought by
this modest male),
whose virtual crafted
figurative humble Georgia based
Orwellian animal farm
revels with euphoria
more precious then,
(you guessed) bajillion
banked bagged loot
(of quartz without
taking for granite)
die hard aficionados tub hoot,
these stalwart re:dears,
asper scratchings
of this ole coot
oft times curious what attracts
dedicated trooping veterans
(undoubtedly war re:)
like avast horde of
buzzfeed ding flies to fruit,
or motivated students
subjecting her/him self
partial to mental taxation
(without representation)
i.e. (trying to make sense
of confounding poetry authored
by Matthew Scott Harris)
at the select particular institute,
the very same college (within Lake
Woebegone) this alumni
made popular upon being
recognized as a verb hose,
re: noun sub bull
("FAKE" Norwegian bachelor) guy.
A high price paid when war declared,
Peace retreats when no wisdom spared.
Deaf to reason and foresight blind,
Blood and battle plagues mankind.
Lives are shattered once begun,
Death of legions profits none.
Except the mongers perched on high,
Who reap rewards while good men die.
Shipped abroad on foreign waters,
Pawns are made of sons and daughters.
Fought with sheer determination,
And affects each generation.
Bullets fly while parents weeping,
Bombs will drop while children sleeping.
A body count's sad conclusion,
Carnage marks this mad confusion.
There's remnants from every nation,
Who sought for emancipation.
When will we feel the final sting,
And when at last will freedom ring?
An endless clash where no one wins,
So who will pay for all our sins?
The price of peace you can't ignore,
But what's the total cost of war?
Heirloom events are often solemn occasions
Weddings, high school or college graduations
Grandfathers take sons or grandsons aside
To bequeath his pocket watch with pride
Slowly he'll raise the timepiece to his ear
Pause and listen to the ticking gears
He'll dangle the chain, click cover to open
Reverently hold the beloved token
Peering at crystal face with serious affects
Both mentally count second hand’s ticks
With nod of head, grandfather might relay
Special words of wisdom in his own way
I remember with fondness my own ceremony
Granddad’s advice more valuable than money
“Thing about time sure to help you through...
Is be where you are whatever you do”
Thanking my Granddad, we shook hands
In hindsight I know I did not fully understand
Years swiftly passed with many tick tocks
Today I give my son Granddad’s pocket watch
Original Written Jan. 17, 2016
Revised April 20, 2018
Early Childhood Memory Contest -
By Line Gauthier - Any Rhyme Form - April 24, 2018
First Place
SOMETIMES CHAOS
by:May Reign
Rewritten By: Poetic-Life
August 18,2020
They say sometimes Chaos is the only thing that gets your attention, This is the most I’ve heard prayer mentioned, Maybe our lowest point brings us ascension, And maybe there’s a message in this madness, A silver lining in all this sadness,
I’m not suggesting that I know the cause, Just recognizing the benefit of pause, And disconnect, To correct the affects, We moving too fast, Now here we are, Forced to smell the roses, Forced to respect the thorns, Mass hysteria and shortage of face masks, To reveal the truth is we already had mask on, Pretending that we welcome days of isolation, And “no new friends “ became a mantra for this generation, I thought social media already made real connections nonexistent, Thought we could easily adjust to social distance,
But the truth is we miss being touched and hugged, And maybe when this is over we will seek, The connections that we need more of, Maybe this is what we’re supposed to do, Spend more time with those close to you, Regular check in’s with your friends, Even when the party ends, Get to yourself in depths,The clarity in retrospect, Realize that health is wealth, Understand that music and artistry, Is the heartbeat of our community, And love is our only source of immunity,
By: May Reign
Rewritten By: Poetic-Life
August 18,2020
time …
drips as color, inked and puddled
minutes like sable bristles, bound
laying down the hours as fading bands of value
what are the shades of a life - of a person?
how do aim and purpose and fallibility
influence what's placed on actuality's canvas?
instance and interval are the palette
but passion and purpose are the pigments
desire, the light that affects hue
method and realization, the design
imagination supplying shape and aspect
and effort, the hand that steadies the tools
we each paint our own feral portrait - abstract or photo-realistic
impressionistic or conceptual, surreal or minimalist
artists, ALL, in command of the grandest composition
breathe deep, life, and exhale your purest inspiration
wield the brush of ages in your grasp, focused by intent
consider your medium, and stain the parchment as no other
move the paint - daub the paper with your dreams
baptized in perspective, fresh and joyous and dazzling
worthy of matting and framing, and adorning the halls ...
of Eternity
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice N, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "Paint Movers" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.