Long Agrees Poems
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HOLLOW MAN
from silence spoke the hollow sound
of rushing tears, the back of my sleeve
damp
waving goodbye to the darkness one more
time, my mind screaming for it to just stop
a room filled with India rubber bouncing balls
ricocheting madly from when I was a young
boy
pledging allegiance, then gaily marching against
the war, chanting peace now! peace now!
as fistfights broke out in my head
the cooling murmur of a spring creek,
deep in the forest, where no one could find me
counting the flashing trout, unaware of life before
the blue star, now a welcome sight to everyone
who agrees
......everyone
who agrees
Where goest thou soul?
have you split again
into your kaleidoscope frame
in the body so vestigial contained
what if there is not one Other
but many that enter inside
waiting to stake claim
Where goest thou poet?
the higher self penned
it seems you have been contracted
to Groundhog Day again and again
Perhaps you are God, and in you the Matrix,
many souls enter your vessel
like a hotel door rotates and it swings
Where goest thou observer?
you stare at a wall, praying
like a wailing wall waits
for its prayers to be called,
head bowed, knocking, knocking, thrice knocking,
the mind opens its humble Shushan Door
where its Eastern side unsealed, shines so much more
and in walks The Stranger
the reading and writing of messages, bled
palms outheld, barefeet marked,
you have inherited the stigmata
all of a sudden you understand
you have been bookmarked,
alike for a while, shelved to be read
when It counts,
at the closing moment
of the main truth, the do and the dare
you are seated as if religiously waiting in Sunday school
passing and failing the tests, and failing again,
The Stranger smiles
as if you are the only one that imagines
The Stranger Is there,
The Stranger notes the notes you are passing back and forward again,
the teacher out front, has their back turned again, unaware
you pass The Stranger a note,
on it is written, “Get me the Hell out of here.”
The Stranger laughs and agrees
I follow The Stranger's lead like a child waits for a Saviour
to save the day, make it cool -
not a word spoken, yet the exchange, clearly heard,
the Door is wide open, and
out in the playground I am
again, throws me the ball,
I take the shot
The Stranger’s no fool
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Shushan/Golden Gate.
He thinks he's a real man
I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah
maybe you know them too
All the fancy gold he buys
real work he never tries
spends his days inventing lies
got no time for goodbyes...
but, he's ...gonna end up alone!
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
Himself, he always tries to please
he only likes her, when she's on her knees
he doesn't like it when you tease
he only loves her when she agrees
but, he's gonna end up all alone
His point of view he does enforce
his language is real coarse
he screams until he's hoarse
he's surprised with the divorce
yeah, he's gonna end up alone
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
I know a few guys
who won't look you in the eyes
they wear a great disguise.... yeah
maybe you know them too!
Chorus
His heart is stone, his heart is stone
he imitates all he's ever known
so many seeds he's sown
he's a child tho full grown
He doesn't have a real plan...
and he thinks he's a real man.
yeah, thinks he's a real man
yeah, thinks he's a real man
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 3,2017
Muted blue, trembling – a bruise
Over the heavens, smokey expressions
Hope, hesitant and bleeding light into the music,
Notes, both gentle and creative – wise
Like the melodious breath of a soul whose v o i c e
Speaks bold, gracious dreams, feelings
Blessed by the wind, the stars, the moon
The music of beautiful, soothing and assured
Gentle pastels, lavender and peach – accepting
Rivers of blessings, lessons in truth
Caressing the spirit who believes and rejoices,
Amazed by the kindness, the mercy, the grace
Overcoming the silence, the solitude
Lonely like an ache, arising from the prayers
Sent to erase the darkest place,
The desperation, the despair, all the cares
Beneath layers of dread, films of doubting
Surviving the can’t, the dusk bleeding through
Moments in twilight, with hints of mellow hues
Hushed hazel, naïve as the dusty roses
Abiding on the winds, hesitant and whimsical,
Wistful as the mourning light, falling
Across a bed of silence, a sea of mystery,
Staggering leaves in autumn’s paint, flushed
Like the edges of a memory,
Pensive and yearning to see through the melodies,
The poetry binding its senses,
Through words in lasting traces of light,
Graceful as summer, yet wishful as autumn
And bleeding visions of winter through the thoughts
In her V O I C E …. She sings hope
She sings peace, she breaths a grace
That lasts, never leaves
The heart without its rhythmic truth,
The soul without its pulsing dreams,
The spirit without its sequence of grace
Arising on the life who believes
He is alive and He is the reason I can sing…
Forever sing, swaying with the music,
The muse, the moments
Pouring out a melody of faith
That agrees – each note is a blessing
From the cross, and all through heaven
Angel’s beckon with their music
In one lasting message, a message
Of One whose v o I c e brings the good news,
News of deliverance
From the worst sin
The worst doom
Because He is… I can live with assurance
That I am saved by the grace that He grants
With love sent from above,
Love that is eternally mine!
In a still, soft v o I c e, He invites each of us
to escape that awful place
that we were never meant to face!
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Lend me a friendly hand to propose to my lovely Rosalyn!
Her dreamy eyes has got my heart, I yearn her to fill my life in,
She is more friends with you than me,it must be my crazy hairy skin,
So help me Silver, help me quick, lovely Rosalyn I can win!
Her dreamy eyes has got my heart, I yearn her to fill my life in,
the way she walks to clamber up that tree,as princely as can be,
So help me Silver, help me quick, lovely Rosalyn I can win!
Dash across and fill her in, my message of love for her to see!
the way she walks to clamber up that tree,as princely as can be,
She loves me too, I know it well, find it hard to directly tell,
Dash across and fill her in, my message of love for her to see!
If she agrees, let her God! just go to church house and ring the bell!
She loves me too, I know it well, find it hard to directly tell,
She is more friends with you than me,it must be my crazy hairy skin,
If she agrees, let her God! just go to church house and ring the bell!
Lend me a friendly hand to propose to my lovely Rosalyn!
Abide with me dear saving grace,
Mark a clear will that sparks pure light;
Urge joy to free true placid face,
Sense cheer now thrill fine wit said right;
Ink words that come to stay the course,
Niche pleasant poise that nurtures tact;
Gift voice that sums that visual cause.
Move active voice in profound fact,
Use blossoms well where humour peaks;
Sculpt sensuous script to frame calm tense,
Intuit grand spell where heart firms speak;
Note how thought grips the moving sense,
Give all to heart as mind agrees,
Soar then sure art with pulse set free.
Leon Enriquez
09 August 2015
Singapore
it is still, like the wind
after the rain has finally passed
and the surface of the earth
is dampened by the washing
brought by the One who knows…
even time must approach with hesitation,
will her graceful slumber sooth away
the darkness, the shadows, the shame
of a soft, melting rain
who cools the summer’s burning
breath, the sprinkle of light
following, her caress
like melancholy, doubting her story
the poetry of yesterday, fading
like dandelion’s blowing in the wind
remembering…
what once told a story of hope,
heartfelt words in rhythm,
rhyming and still as the rose
whose thorns protect the innocent,
abiding on the stem, her petals
revealing a tenderness
that comes from each breathless
tear, words are more precious than gold
while the tears are like hasty blows
falling on deaf ears,
gentling the sea with silence
will she see through the dim
casting its shadow on the heart
who knows He is here
He is living in the edges of a soul,
where life has been restored
the ache is gone
and grace is meant to form
a hope, a hope that will come
from the heart who knows
He is love, He is light, He is alive…
unending fire burns through the shadows,
remember, the flow of His love
glowing on the still, cool air
silencing the distant prayers
who are breathed
by hearts who grieve, hearts who need
yet time has proven that He is who He says He is…
He is greater than time, more alive
than the air I breath,
more wonderful than the heart who sees
past the darkness, through the murky
sin that sees, in spite of the enemy
He found me – He found me
and I’ll never be lost in eternity –
I’ll never be without the One who I see
He came for me and He’s my destiny
He is the free in me, and the faith that agrees…
wherever I am, whatever I see
there is a hope in me,
I will always believe in the love that is free,
the love that is KING – the SAVIOR
the FRIEND who saved me from me!
this JESUS, who is everything I will ever need!
Love story of Boy friend & Girl Friend :
Once a Girl friend & Boy Friend Love each other in extremes.
They want to live their whole life with each other being as one soul Ever lasting true life partner.
One day Gf and Bf visit a Garden and Gf said to her Bf with joy,
Steal me away from myself ,hide me in your heart in some permanent place.
Don't ever leave me, don't let me get lost in loneliness.
Come near and take me in your arms
Bf becomes romantic and told his gf,
First you can,
Make this heart to beat
Let your hair open
In a bashful way
Let your saree sway
Gf enjoys the dialogue of her Bf and told him,
I will let open my hair
But the day might turn into night
I will sway my saree
But it might just rain
Let it rain
I want to talk about a few things
Come near and take me in your arms
Bf becomes Seriously romantic on his gf talks and said.
I adore you
I can die for you
Everyone says all this
But I will give you a prove after doing it for you in real life.
Tears comes in Gf eyes and she said to her Bf,
Take a pinch of vermilion
And apply it in my hair parting
symbolizing marriage.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow
Do everything today, right now
Bf becomes happy too much for too much love of his gf
And exclaimed with joy,
Even if everyone doesn't agree
If the heart agrees then God agrees
Come near and take me in your arms.
True love is measured by how deep you fall.
And judged by how low you are willing to crawl.
Just to save it and make it last.
It is determined by how willing you are to open up and offer your trust
It is hospitable,amazing at all times,and always kind.
It is never prejudiced,it is color blind.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
You grazed my heart
With tender wings
Flying high above the things
That caused me
Pain or stings
You prayed a peace
Through my dreams
Awakening love to extremes
That enlightened me
With babbling streams
You soothed my faith
With sure belief
Pledging grace, never grief
That flowed through me
Such sweet relief
You raised my hopes
With love that breathes
Affection and joy that seethes
In whispers of light
Reassuring life in wreathes
You welcomed my kindness
Through feelings of peace
Intimacy that always does increase
By the time serenity agrees
To forever find a release
You gave me a chance
To give from my very soul
Inspiration and insight that stroll
Through this life of mine
With love that makes me whole
You whispered compassion
Through my jubilant, laughing light
Shining through the dark of night
Bringing brilliant rays of faith
With a brilliant hue, so contrite
You smiled away my worries
With assurance that I am strong
Filled with wisdom and song
Living out my aspirations
With feelings blessed all lifelong