Long Airways Poems
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Breathe On Me God
"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.
In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.
Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.
Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration
5-3-21
Contest: Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: breathe, gasp, murmur, sigh, whisper, utter
One hundred years away from now...
Two-thousand, one hundred eighteen,
advances in today's know-how
will be the past on 'new world' scene.
Yet, what will change and what will stay...
so hard to find an answer to,
since now a hundred years, someway,
flies faster than it used to do.
We'll need more time for flying cars,
sky monorails from state to state.
More time to settle up on Mars
with air that we can acclimate.
But, lonely times we will embrace
behind new futuristic screens.
There all our actions will take place...
less human-like, more like machines.
We'll work from home for companies
with formal meetings through VR;
and purchase all necessities
on internet's worldwide bazaar.
Provision services airways
will drone to us our goods and food.
Home entertainment clicks away,
through holographic aptitude.
Robotic-like machines will serve
production done by hands before.
Technology will strengthen verve
to more non-humanly explore.
Less face to face between our kind...
all feelings, thoughts, fly thru the air.
Heartfelt emotions leave the mind...
much less to think about...or care.
Sandra M. Haight
Into the edge of adrift
time shrinks as the glowing
spectrum pans and shifts
i want to feel friendly with
the screen again
i want to feel the fuzzy static
embrace me
like arms made of out dozens
of freshly hatched chickadees
warm around my chest
like jet addled water
outside the leaves flutter
like channels in the airways
its getting dark earlier in the day
i want to like watching movies
again
so i watch them more than once
it feels like sin, like a scratch on a disc
skipping through limited screentime
just to reconnect
with actors and good direction
i don't want to turn it off but yet i
see the faint gloam of my own reflection
Order of creation. And Light was.) and from darkness separate'
God created the globe..' No other can lay claim to that state.!
Though satan continually tries, in covetousness and by lies
A squatter only, I hear he has sold leaseholds that some vip's hold.?
Or so they lay claim to be.? Negative World Opression
Is their occupation and... Profession.? Experts only of
Gloom, with which the Airways have been heavily strewn.)
Prince of the air.. Yes you.' Your time foretold ,
deciever of the
Young and older, narrative superlative blustering of health while
Detractor of the ernest helpers, amasser of some wealth.And
Freedom deniers also( you stand naked.'sad liars ) reality to
See was given to me.) you who were and is and yet are
Not..! Not a doctor professor nurse or even jester.!
Keep your gloom keep your fear its not welcome here.'
Not where even temporal reality stands' I'm calling
You out on poetry soup; and all other ethernet lands.'
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Someone recently chided
Twisting what seem like serious events
Into silliness quite one sided
That's why I'm here to lighten things up
Adding sunshine to the group
From the great responses coming my way
It seems everyone's happy as poop
It's a tough job but someone's gotta do it
To counter the doom and gloom
That permeates the airways every day
Whisking them away with my broom
A broom of happiness of very good cheer
Coz life's a very short trip
Just live love and laugh at the world
With a happy-go-lucky skip
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Had it since I was a young'un
Now decrepit but still chuckling away
Every day is for funnin'
“Eye have not seen nor ears heard has heard, neither entered into the hearts” of what I am about to do through you.
“Greater Love International Revival Center” you are no longer the same Church in times past.
I have “Rebuilt and still Building from the ground up. You are no longer “Dead” I’m Coming Alive in You. “Beyond your wildest dreams.
Greater Love is the “Light House” and you are my “Lights” in the evil, cruel a dark world.
I will have a Church that wears my “My Name Branded and Burned in the hearts.
I am waking up “A New Rare Breed of Prophets.
It’s time to awaken out of the ashes and sleep.
Come forth, I will put a word in your spirit to your mouth, open up your mouth wide and I will fill it.
I am calling my all to the forefront Evangelist, Teachers, Pastors, and Apostles of “Greater Love International Revival Center Ministries.”
Greater persecution will becoming because of the “Gospel.”
“Fear not, I am with you “No Weapon form against you shall prosper.”
I am “Fortifying this Church” Demons will be destroyed.
New Life will bursts forth in the lives of “Families, Individuals, Corporately”
New Life
Revival will spread and ring in the airways by “My Spirit.”
My revivalists will come forth to set the captive free.
I am “Fortifying you like a “Brazen Wall.”
Build yourselves up in “My Word.” I will return back unto void.
A greater yet higher accountability is required of us.
Greater: Dying out, Letting go, and obedience.
Run, Run, Run, into “My Glory” and “My Presence.”
No Flesh, No Flesh, No Flesh, will glory in” My Presence.”
“Greater,” Greater,” Greater works will come forth out of this Revival Center.
New Life
“MY NAME JESUS CHRIST IS BEING BRANDED AND BURNED IN YOUR HEARTS.”
“POSITION YOURSELVES”
“GET READY”
“GET READY FOR REAL REVIVAL”
Swelling waters rage across the land;
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll;
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.
Four legged’s seek the higher ground for, safety’s sake;
hurricane is a non-discriminatory beats;
attacking everyone and everything in its path.
Whirling, swirling wind-tops, cut through land, neighborhoods, cities and forests;
flinging debris like a child throwing a temper-tantrum.
A spoiled brat in a rage.
Land will renew with time, cities will be re-built and birds will populate woods,
forests and parks once again; provided that,
hurricane tantrum does not repeat itself, too soon.
Nature’s children can be fussy and destructive to,
people who upset the natural balance of things.
Everything that exists has a purpose;
from the cockroach to the human.
When each does it’s part, a balance is achieved.
Kill the rats off and the pests that feed off of them;
infect dogs, cats, livestock and even homes.
Frack-crack the earth’s crust-to-the-core and
tectonic plates slide too far;
carcinogens flood water and wetlands;
killing off billions of lives.
Man, mammal, bird and fish…all gone.
Obliterate the trees and you obliterate oxygen;
obliterate oxygen and you…extinguish all life.
The human beast has, an uncanny ability to do as,
they please; never considering the consequences of,
their actions.
It’s so easy to blame nature’s other children for,
human carelessness and mistakes;
Preaching about responsibility while avoiding it.
A Simple Disc Of A Poem
Not yet another stream of consciousness
from disc to brisk journey path behind no
emigration refugees bombs shrapnel hunger
There is gratitude though among the pain
No music on the vinyl player with cracks
and crackle’s dust fore-playing Cohen from
‘Chelsea Hotel’ to ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’
We do love blues though like Klimt’s lovers
No endless loop of thoughts emotions gusts
and gushes scribed in gloomy neural paths on
the ‘thank you for flying with Prozac Airways’
But my head is on the pillows nevertheless
Only that little cushion where Chakra’s spirits
supposedly align energies together from red
waves to indigo in seven easy steps to health
a brittle disc squeezed like toothpaste beyond
A few tiny scraps of distorted flesh only when
screams of agony abuse the meaning the word
like Heavy Metal like Munch in disguise when
my poetry is caught in referred pain in the ‘leg’
In German they call sciatica shot from the witch
which I think unfair why must it be a woman to
elicit my back and do they not cast their spells
in magic wonder and miracles in any some case
Klimt’s lovers are no distant memories and your
famous blue dress still enchants when you hand
me the ‘Deep Heat’ to rub on my skin and my pain
And there is a stream of conscious consciousness
From my prolapsed disc and what feels like
agony however the clever word books disagree
to the bombs shrapnel hunger and madness I am
safely tucked away from with my pillow and duvet
29th July 2016
GOD IS THE BEST:
(VERSE 1)
Sorrow that I'd trade,
You're changing all my fate.
Strength that I'd prayed,
You've fulfilled all my aim.
I'm giving up my vain things...
Such giving up my vain things.
Wrongs that I've made,
You've taken all my shame,
Troubles that I'd faced,
I'm saved by your grace.
I'm really happy for your great things.
God, I really appreciate your great things.
(CHORUS)
God is the best,
Clearing all my blustery days,
Holding all my trust.
I'm treading now,
God on my side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all your blustery days,
Hold all your trust.
You treading now,
God on your side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all our blustery days,
Holding all our trust.
We treading now,
God on our side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
(VERSE 2)
Christ in me,
The hope that I have.
Christ in you,
The hope that you have.
We singing all the praise to God,
We giving all the praise to God.
All this while,
Was far from the truth.
All this while,
Was lost and confused.
We really saved by the grace of God,
We really saved by the grace of God.
CHORUS :
God is the best,
Clearing all my blustery days,
Holding all my trust.
I'm treading now,
God on my side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all your blustery days,
Holding all your trust.
You treading now,
God on your side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all our blustery days,
Holding all our trust.
We treading now,
God on our side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
You Cosmic Poetic Butterfly
When your mind—
The c o c o o n
Of your spirit—
Re
lea
ses,
With your essence
Of healing words,
Let the rhythmic
Wings of your being,
Soar you—
Streamlining
Airways
Of life—
Of graceful
Liberation,
To those cosmic beings
In the universe of life:
Awaiting its
Hydrating
Oxidation
Of the
Onederful
Onement
Of the
Oneness
Of your
Ondering
Peace
And
Love.