Long American Poems
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Place your hand on this desperation
And save this dying soul
Don't take me into the wilderness: Don't let me survive
Crucify me, but don't call me Jesus
I am the soul that has refused to die
Thanatos, my body, mind and heart, thanatos!!!
Kill me but don't let me feel the pain
Destroy me; turn me into ashes but don't burn me
I want to be me
Still me I am not: I see me killing I
Trapped in a maze of endless tails; gasping and clutching to an escaping breath;
I scream a scream-less yawn of this once flamboyant soul;
I refuse to die; I choose to run towards the rising sun;
that paints the face of God;
Yet I still within my desperation
Connecting to the killer within
Surround me intently but
Hopes of the ancient poetry.
Please don't engage my screaming in...
Cut off the American soother from within me
Because this soul can't dwell around you.
A tragedy struck the USA a decade ago
The World Trade Center was attacked by an enemy we didn’t know
Thousands died quickly from a terrible fate
The people responsible had succumbed to their hate
But Americans rose above it and joined together to cope in peace
Then a war was declared in the hopes the violence would cease
The terrorists were caught one by one
They hid behind religion as an excuse but there cause was none
We buried our dead and mourned their loss
We raised the flag and carried the pain like a cross
Vigils lit up the sky and words of remembrance were spoken
To try to heal our insides but our hearts were forever broken
We should have said and done more is our only regret
So we built memorials and a museum so we wouldn’t forget
To go on with American pride was our only goal
Our only comfort is that the lost loved ones will be forever a part of our soul
Firstly, having realized that PS Soupers cross the International Line, aspects of politics should be addressed. Clarity of 'Crossing the Aisles'. An American phrase references Congress and seldom elsewhere. I'm expounding on Congress via its members and how they find it useful. Members accord themselves with similarities fashioned by their constituents -- lest they seek a short term. Ergo, they'll ingratiate themselves on social issues that affect their daily lives, and the reciprocal benefit will ensure a mainstay in office. Members in opposition will ingratiate with constituents on those similar social issues that affect their daily lives from a whole different perspective thereby affecting said controversy from 'Crossing the Aisles' on a political level, whether it be, Washington DC, Ottawa, Canberra, or elsewhere..
Now on the subject of religion. I've bandied about my POV on faith and my pious mother via some of my posted poetry here at PS. In my sampling for the contest, I did make such an implication of that fact yet if you read into it, you'll note it was words of Christian standards that infer a mother's love towards her two sons that preceded her in death. I did not preach on the subject of my faith and have it dragged into the darkness of controversy.
Contrast on Controversy
*Image of Winslow Homer's 'The Gulf Stream' provided by, The Metropolitan Museum of Art
TrueheARTedness
Poetic Form: Rhyme
Neath lolls the abyss, some monster shifts, ontop heaves mammoth swells --
ship wane toy'ishly, rocked side to side, amidst the roaring sea.
Accomplished panoramic art, celebrates the scape by heart,
for Winslow Homer's nature, the American name rings bells.
Faraway, choice views the Monet as none had stood beside it,
yet fate brings on a mystic stare, pupils up close, concoct spells
from a traipsing fool -- a hall waits, Renoir, Matisse, and Cezanne.
Freed eyes vigorous strokes of Van Gogh's refuge, not parallels
since sought asylum was the sanctuary where'd he be free.
Celebrates the scape by heart, accomplished panoramic art,
sparked artist's insights, charm us like coins flickers in wishing wells.
2021 April 24
*8th Place*
A New Abracadabra Poem
~~Emile Pinet: Judged 2021 June 01
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
Doctor Octopus
Doctor Octopus or Doc. Ock
brought violent shock
to super human
Spiderman
as prominent
opponent
forming supervillain team
with strength supreme,
being founder
and leader
of Sinister Six,-
taking risk
of conflicts to fix.
A mad scientist
Yet on top list.
Intelligent myopic
appearing in American comic.
Sporty character showing miracles,
overcoming obstacles,
holding strong durable appendages,-
his gifted advantages:
Octopus's tentacles.
03\16\23
Supervillains
Contest by Robert James Ligouri.
I come in different shapes and sizes.
I'm a sacred charm woven
over willow hoops and hung
above your bed,
freeing your body and mind
from all sorts of evil influence.
Go on, dream away, sleepy head.
Close your eyes, child.
Dream peacefully.
You're in good hands.
I protect you from nightmares.
I originated from
Native American cultures;
used as a symbol of unity.
The Ojibwe tribe call me
'Asabikeshiinh', meaning 'spider'.
Acting like a spider's web,
I trap your bad dreams
allowing pleasant ones to sieve
through my feathers and reach you.
Go on, dream away, sleepy head
Close your eyes, child.
Dream peacefully.
Your nightmares caught
in my web are destroyed
when the sunlight of dawn hits me.
But there's more to me
than meets the eye.
My circular frame
represents planet Earth
and the circle of life
as there is no alpha or omega.
The beads represent the spider.
In the center of the web,
A circle, which is my heart,
where good dreams filter through.
Or a cross, which symbolizes
the Four Sacred Directions.
I'm also used for decorations
and worn as jewelry.
References:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcatcher
https://www.onetribeapparel.com/blogs/pai/meaning-of-dreamcatchers
Date written: 03/26/2021
Americas’ next generation, I wish you the best, the best of opportunities to reach all of your best.
America's next generation, growing every day, I am so happy you have newer tools than the last generation, like social media, and online reading and groups that give us so many opinions that let us learn so much.
America's next generation, I hope you observed the way we can go astray and cause us ill, like falling into dependency that leads us to a negative life, choose the path that makes you strong and makes your life a living dream.
American next generation, I lift all the good wishes and prayers for you, I am sending you all my blessings and love that you reach all of your dreams that make us all smile with pride and joy.
American next generation, remember all of America’s history, some good and some bad, but we hold all of our memories with awe, for learning we grow, we make new, we learn how to improve.
America will celebrate the 250th anniversary, you will be able to give us all of your input to celebrate and continue on.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Then I realized my mistake.
I searched the world not realizing that the world I longed existed inside of you.
Wherefore I felt I needed some sort of permission.
Some sort of console.
Instead of accepting the card I knew hid face down in a deck of the same face cards.
I manipulated the cards to what I knew best.
The only thing I felt was real.
The inevitable.
I was the veil whom dangled in wait.
The classic a-ha moment when all would be revealed.
Not realizing that I myself was a part of the illusion.
The one I kept at arms reach.
A realm filled with room upon room of smoke and mirrors.
Face down on top of a hat.
Waiting for some sort of hand to reach down and pull me toward what I already knew.
I was stuck in an illusion
The Texas Lunch lies in my memories
A corner hamburger stand
Just a counter and standing room only
For the best burgers in the land
Now Texas Pete didn’t hail from Texas
From Greece came he and his wife
They came to work for the American dream
And for a better way of life
They had a genuine love for this country
Working hard to make their dream come true
And raised a respectable family
Doing all that they could do
There wasn’t a man in town who didn’t know Pete
His personality had a lasting effect
He earned more than just a living
He earned the town’s undying respect
Whenever I walk down Broad Street
I look over where it used to be
I can still see the Texas Lunch
In the back of my memory