Long Agreed Poems
Long Agreed Poems. Below are the most popular long Agreed by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Agreed poems by poem length and keyword.
tonight i free my mind
she agreed to come and see me
after nine hours of cleaning house
just to see here smile....will be the highlight of my day and life
i think too much into the future....and i have t slow myself down
as i spray the whole place with a lavender vanilla scent....i daydream
i was a kid in fifth grade when i met here....she was in college
the smallness of the world worked to my benefit
i smack myself back to reality though....see, this period here will not last long
it is like God opened this door for me to take in....and the He will take it away
i thank Him for this moment and pray that He bless me with strength over my fears
when the knock comes, i am a bashful, jelly-legged greenhorn
her smile just hit me, and her aged, soulful beauty completely knocked me to the floor
when she kissed me out of nowhere after i took her coat, i knew that this was too much woman for me
however the moment is here and etched in a golden coat of permanence
knowing this....tonight i free my mind....
Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry. She thought she was going to faint.
Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry.
He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived.
Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.
The End
The young cat bride was nervous.
Her prince had been at war for a long time.
Would he be the same Tom he had always been?
They met at the minister’s podium.
He gave her a wink. He was handsome.
He licked his shoulder fur, he was still grooming.
So far so good, she thought.
The minister was asking him to say his vows.
His vows were beautiful, he was an orator.
She had not remembered that.
She was meeting a whole new Tom.
Maybe war had agreed with him.
They were whisked out of the church.
Kibble and bird seed were thrown.
Birds waited for them to leave, of course.
Her handsome groom was tender and kind.
They were off to a terrific start!
She was a bit giggly.
But less nervous.
Remembering now how kind he was.
One flag one country
in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had a name.
A round the conference table there was a spontaneous applause
So little had gone right for them the chairman suggested
In the spur of the moment to find a common name for
Palestinians and Jews referring to the group Lapwejs, there
Was a long silence, but the idea was sound only the name
Lapwejs didn’t have a melodious tone; a comity was formed to
Study the idea if they succeed the people of that part
Of the world would end discrimination s everyone was equal
Of course they had to come up with a new flag on that
Look like Greek copy, but had several warm friendly colors.
No one would be call anti-Lapwejs or something similar.
The hero
What taste best goat or sheep meat
A furious argument broke out between the cook
And his galley boy this was when the ship was in a storm
And Captain Carlson was on the bridge trying to save
The ship (remember 1950) the ship sank but Carlson
refused to leave the ship until everyone was safe.
The cook refused to let go of his pots and pans and
Was thrown into the sea screaming goat meat is best.
Captain Carlson was a hero, ticket tape parade.
The cook bought land in Patagonia farming goats.
The violinist
The cook on the ship (Liberty type) had broken
In half and the cook felt so neglected he bought
Land and farmed goats, he was doing well and
needed a man to look after his flock.
A Nordic person came looking for a job he
Wanted to get away from the civilized world
Since the Antarctica is too cold he came here.
A funny thing with new it can travel fast and
Move slowly but it always gets around.
It appeared the hired hand had been a violinist
Of the highest caliber, but at a concert when
Stretching to get to the highest note he lost his
Trousers and reviled to the world he wore
Ladies under garment, the audience erupted
in laughter. End of concert.
The cook now a goat farmer got the news in
The nearest town he never told the musician
When his ship sank he had not been a hero
And knew he could not go to New York again
The Pugilist
The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron
what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time
agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind
when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find
behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away
a boxer’s punch
was worth the punt
to fight another day
within the hand
where justice fits
the scale was tipped to weigh
amidst the sand
the knuckles land
and dare they join to pray?
skipped upon condition
reasoned beyond all doubt
the crowd was here to listen
with every second count.
Now Jake was a Dapper man
Black Stetson and great style
Ladies were afraid of him
Even with that sparkling smile
They all feared his presence
Although he looked so cool
They may have been attracted
Yet these ladies were no fools
Never look him in the eye
Best to give him a wide berth
The old men tried to warn me
For Jake life had little worth
They agreed that Jake had style
Sadly he's as mean as they come
Nothing but a smooth talker
With a solid silver gun
I watched him for a moment
Then it seems I caught his eye
Walking slowly towards me
With his gun strapped to his thigh
I wasn't seeking trouble
Still it was coming my way
I stared him straight in the eye
and said "come make my day!"
For a moment he waivered
He was used to seeing fear
Before he pulled his gun
I shot him in the ear
With that he dropped his gun
Because I drew too fast
If he made another move
It would surely be his last
Now they call him one eared Jake
He's not such a dapper man
It's much harder to get dressed
I shot some fingers off his hand
A Shadowlam production.
Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton
and Richard Lamoureux.
Thank you Shadow for Dapper Jake
and for letting me add to your story.
This was fun!
We bought the house during a winter storm
The widow had baked chocolate chip cookies
They would have been delicious
Without the cat hair
I discreetly pulled two out before I slid it into my napkin.
Her husband had passed on Halloween, she told me.
My husband was inspecting the windows, insuring they were Pella.
We are from Iowa which should explain this.
Nothing weird happened for months and months.
But on Halloween night we realized we should not have kept the hat.
It was a derby with a jaunty yellow ribbon.
We found it in the front closet after the widow moved out.
How sweet! I said; let’s keep it. In honor of the man who built the house.
Having no idea that he would put it on and torment us in our sleep
On Halloween night. His face was kindly, but his eyes had evil intentions.
He jumped on our bed and shook us awake.
Get out of my house! He screamed and chased us with a broom.
We ran off in fright. I felt eight-years-old again.
That was weird, right? My husband asked me.
We agreed that it made us feel younger, so we kept the hat.
Looking forward to the next thirty Halloweens.
real life wasn't real nice
so conceal and disguise
and let fly many lies
which fill minds and survive
'til alive and realised
as real life which feels nice
as real dies out and hides
deep inside where it thrives
as real memories arise
of reality and life
when these guys telling lies
showed their nastiest side
and true colours dark and sly
which have changed over time
to a bright light and blue sky
seen as nice now and kind
as real lies are real life
now that real is denied
as real memories in me
most alive aren't supplied
to the outside kept inside
cus if I let them fly
it means I am not nice
and they don't fit the vision
made by lies as real life
with its feeling of nice
which is now factualised
as the reality prized
with such loving delight
and people weren't evil
just so damn bloody nice
and I alone know of the lies
that I must never speak of
because lies are now life
and real life has now died
twisted up tightened twice
what was real wasn't nice
but what's real now delights
twisted up to entice
so now sinners are saints
from when saints weren't alive
and the saints are the sinners
but are saints through their lies
which means the nastiest people
are the best at disguise
whilst the honest real people
become those telling lies
because nasty memories will be wiped over time
replaced by nice ones,
whilst nice ones keep the nasty alive
the nice speak of nasty and are seen as not nice
while the nasty speak nicely and con you for life
honesty suffers and pride comes from lies
I think I'm now wiser since I realised
for me honesty will always suffice
because lies are for people who should get a life
*well done if you followed that, (the real and the lies interchange, the lies become real and the real becomes strange, the unreal becomes real and the real unreal, like a really rapid wheel stopping still, ha, paradox wordplay, if they all agree to disagree, then all agree and disagree, and therefore all agreed and none can disagree yet all do disagree, a metaphor of life and lies)
Uncooperative
self reliant
unhelpful or
unwilling to asit
often done to
achieve benevolent
goalies
prioritizing the
well being of others over
the well being of ones self.
_________________________________
A great dancer both were
they made the jealous fool admitt.
Both are great dancers
but I wish him to
quit their alliance
and be part of mine
anything else is seen as
foolish and unproductive.
Due to the rigors of time
and finding love with another
he came to his senses
and reached out to those
who wished him apart of
there dance team
they met, they agreed, they
rehearsed, they developed a routine
something performers
would envy and what audiences
would demand.
They met at the right time
in there life before
they were to mean
from the rigors of experience
to see a future that
would included one another
There next obstacle was
finding the right sound
to be the backdrop
for the Movement of Collaborative
People
They are in love said the delighted cow.
Different species and body types, so how?
Question from pig with an intelligent mind.
Not sure, but both are sincere, sweet and kind.,
Ram and Goat overlooked the mean naysayers though.
Focused on their mutual admiration, no lie or woe.
Cuddled up together in the barnyard all cozy at night.
Their comradeship was soon in no way a surprising sight.
They are totally I love, the dappled horse agreed.
Two animals who are in no way the same breed.
Their friendship sanctioned by angels and ancestors above.
Afterall, you love who you love who you love who you love.