Long Aspiration Poems
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God will do anything possible to grant us our request
He hears us
We have to trust that he knows and hearkens to our longing
It may not be today
Or even tomorrow
But it will come
In His time
But He will give them
He hears even a fleeting thought
Unspoken yearning
Hope, aspiration
He cares for them all
He will craft them in His mazed amazement
That He will do for His humankind
He is God
Alone, unequaled
Incomparable, matchless, unparalleled
Unrivaled, unsurpassable, inimitable
He is all
He knows all
And He will take care of business
Ours
So never fear
Doubt, lose faith
Hope in Him
The Creator, The Author of Our Faith
The I Am, the Great Shepherd, The Light of the World
Our lives dwell in fields streaming with timeless torrents of shifting winds
That blow surging change over us, forever moving, lifting our wisdom higher
Grasping unto its timeless seasons, swirling in the ebb of all that transcends
Rendering us whole again with faith and hope as our aspiration and desire
Where reformation masters the unerring and flawless transition
That all in its path redeem the emergence of knowing joy and failure found
Bestowing its tribute to nature's impeccable composition
That life and peace and death and war shall everlastingly abound
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I waited to be his, long to see
Fated in hopes and desires
Dancing like a concubine,
showing thee thy grace my love where were you been?
Fleeting this moment
You’ll be in my arms cometh sings joy to brings
Locked in your eyes doth solidarity where prejudice lies
The best has not yet to come; tis’ endearment mourns over royalty insatiably
How could you not love me?
I am not the only one?
My sire, deepest soliloquy of my feelings,
and bid adieu dreams
Are express in thou’s loyalty
long gone, beseech hunger
Will you let me love you?
If I could give an heir of your deepest devotion
I could make you happy; I could make you King
My sire, you are the most high
Lips painted red, and bathe rose petals
Tonight I waited for seven long years ,
Afar watching you ; watching dreams
You cometh’ near me; I’d show you love
Tis’ aspiration of my soul, plays no fear
Our moments together, will glamour thy night
I wanna feel every breath of you, like a candlelight burning for each other,
I’m slipping into dangerous ways to make me love you,
Gasping feelings, skin to skin
effervescently needing; your eyes meets mine
My Sire, you made me whole again
back to where I was once your queen..
My pale skin elbows perch on bridge imposing,
upon some ample urban gurgling river’s surge,
a heart palpitating in nostalgic rhythmic vein,
as I recall my auntie aglow in treasured haunt,
who focussed without minimal falter or delay,
at a remote mist enshrouded mystery peak,
lady who communed with transcendant summit,
with rippled laughter, bouncy sumptuous rapture,
she dreamt of sculpting velvet prose in praise but alas,
a woman’s early passing this sudden thwarted foil,
perhaps I might fulfill that sapphire cloud aspiration,
oh how I yearn profoundly for such charisma now,
her colourful asides, witty tinted “INK”-lings,
whose temperament exuded pink pastel
brushstrokes,
petrichor of poignancy that lingering whimsical, spark from my boundless auntie,
a red hue’d stimulus I inherited
JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS
On and within the fullness
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering
the present chaos of the world.
How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind peacefully blows.
.
But within the physical and spiritual me,
there seems to be a battle for power control
over which system is the most in control when
it comes to sustaining me physically and spiritually.
Indeed–within–the heart seems to challenge
the brain, while expansion and restraint tease
the soul and spirit with respect to focus and divine
wisdom and guidance in oneness of mission purpose.
Here at home and around the rest of the world, atrocities
continue within its circumference: supporting inequality,
denying climatic change, ignoring human disasters,
and pimping war; all deemed…apt power aides.
Indeed, as I sit here looking out into the Godly beauty
of nature’s canvassing in the springtime, all is painfully
sighted and sourly tasted by the awareness of the chilling
wind of change murderous war is bleeding onto peaceful life.
Once more and again–we hued–wherever we may be
in our sojourn, are caused to detour round-about-focus of
empathy to drop off aspiration, inspirations, hope, faith, and
collective actions, to physically and spiritually aid victims of war-
mongering power-viral infected oppressors we all battle in common.
As I sit here gazing out/into this beautiful canvassing of nature,
hell flaming fires are wreaking devilish havoc not too far away and
at the same time, bombs shred life and spread their collateral pains;
all leaving peace to be realized in the spirituality of the actions of love.
As the “round-about of nature leads us back to the sojourn pathway
our ancestors left and foot-printed for us, let’s move on past syndrome
roadblocks and continue to cover miles of awareness–honking honks–echoing
to all the world that “...our equanimity too, is essential to world harmony.”
As student I worked at a theater which was a majestic hall,
cleaning between the seats and all.
Wednesday was very special, then a petit dancer practicing her routine,
graceful pirouettes, tip toes, arabesque and grand jete amandine.
Adagio composed with every note and allonge,
silky glittering ribbons in curly cones and flowers by a second.
Boundless gestalt laced in expression of belle epoch, I guess,
flowing in mirror reflected subtlety makes sense in that dress.
Seamless gliding through the air like feathers do,
passionate expressions conspire to and fro.
Attraction in creative love affair tell the dancing story as it can,
sitting in the back row in blue overall with broom and dustpan.
Bonded in this place with love at first sight amazed awe,
many wondering questions become the mind in circling draw.
My imagination was drawing us in this time forever,
wanting to give her my aspiration in all dept by desire.
Then I heard my supervisor shouting very clear,
that we all have to do a job here.
Thank you little ballerina to give me a secret dream,
and painting your companionship in my solitude so keen.
Why can no one hear me.
I'm left out in the cold.
Am I even seen?
Or am I but a lonely soul
I scream & plead for help
But still noone responds.
I swear to ing, god
I don't what did so wrong.
I shout amongst a crowd
But noone even turns their head.
I'd be better off to yell
Into the abyss of nothingness
I've walked amongst the mortal
Although dead since a small child.
I've tried hard to be patient,
But the pain is never mild.
How much do I have to bleed?
To earn a simple glance?
Desires of a true safe place
But that dream never had a chance...
A shadow in the background
My soul harber's no light.
I chase a child's aspiration
No end to this war I fight.
I still follow the rainbows.
As if my hope had never died.
But I am nothing but a ghost
No matter how hard I've tried.
Seven year old Boy with a dream
Aspiration to become a Senator one day
At an early age, the young boy needed to know how with the specifics
He tried doing research on his own, but didn’t quite know the fundamentals with concepts
Politics has terminology all its own
The young boy tried to practice, practice and even act like a Senator
He didn’t have the formation stance that a Senator has
He needed to know what exactly how to serve his community
There was a Senator in his area
The young lad would often pass a Senator’s office, and this time would step in
The Elected Senator saw the youngster and asked could he help him
The young lad responded, “He wanted to be a Senator one Day, and wanted some pointers”
The Elected Senator responded with that is a tall order, and stated it takes commitment
The young boy had determined in his eyes, and the elected Senator saw where the young boy was serious
The Elected Senator explained the responsibility, legislative, and guidelines
The young lad was intrigued
Politics was being a captivation along with debates
The young boy now knew more and more about structural of politics and was now getting the basics
The teachings rolled on and on
Time has transpired, and now the young lad was now 17
That’s a long way from 7
The experience gained through Politics theory was starting to pay off
Wisdom and knowledge expel
Grown man with an ambition and was ready for the task being a mission set up and set out
His political campaign was a strategy to get votes and live his dream from the beginning in being an elected Senator and stepping on the floors of the Capitol in Washington, DC
It was election day, and the votes will be counted
Low and behold, the young then to now being the grown man getting the overwhelming vote to be an Elected Senator for his community
Thanks to “Thanks to WE THE PEOPLE” who put him in
Imagine one dream
Possibilities in one thought
One Elected Senator being the Mentor and Teacher
Victory making all happen in one aspect.
Because this here is your passing
out parade doth your cap and gown
This here I don't know if you if you are
aware or know it yet
But also the end of what was once
your student life I hope you kissed
it a fond farewell and goodbye
As your days spent on scholastic
dissertation theoretical drunken debate
expressing your altruistic views putting
the world's wrongs to right in some or
other cheap backstreet pub
And pack away your monogrammed
slogan t-shirts and swap your long hair
and man-bun for a short back and side's
Because you my friend I am sorry
to inform have finally just crossed over
to the dark side
Welcome to the big wide world we have
been expecting you
And though you now have in your possession
a certificate denoting you are university
standard educated and have letters
to accompany your name as proof
Nothing you learned or where taught
be that even higher level education
would or could possibly have prepared
you for the harsh reality life has in-store
And unlike school which eventually
runs and has a predetermined course
over a precise timeline
Life means life and the remainder of
your's has just begun starting now
The time has come for you to put your
degree to some use find a job buy
a car and a house somewhere to rent
or buy
And oh did I forget to mention most
importantly of all
Start paying back whatever student loans
you took out compounding interest that
got you where you stand today
Until your 10 year graduation reunion
comes around and is the 1 and only
topic of discussion that everyone
still have left in common
Same old people as before now
just all grown up replaced with
long drawn faces
That once sparkled with aspiration
instilled with dream's of changing
the world and making it a better place
Who now wish for nothing more than
to be able to put food on the table and
go to sleep without the fear of the power
being cut off
Not the 3rd degree or lecture
She is pregnant.
Feeling a baby grow inside of her was the most magical time of her life
wondering what he or she will be like, knowing that one day she would hold them in her hands is one of the greatest Joy a woman can ever experience.
Love, anticipation, anxiety … you’re just a melting pot of emotions right now.
She whispered to her husband, I will be a mother soon
The expression on her face shows she can't wait to love, care, pamper, tender, nurture and inspire the foetus in her uterus.
Everybody knows am pregnant even if they can't see, I only can feel it
I am pregnant with ideas
I am pregnant with purpose
I am pregnant with burning dreams
I am pregnant with great aspiration
I am pregnant to fulfill a divine mandate
I am pregnant to influence lives
I am pregnant to meet a need
I am pregnant for a better tomorrow
I am pregnant to feed the nations
I am pregnant to affect my generation
I am pregnant to live for you
I am pregnant to wipe tears
I am pregnant to inspire you
BUT
I can't denied along side am pregnant with fears, my limitation, frustration, intimidation that can perpetually abort what's inside of me
I kept asking the WHY, WHEN and HOW will all my longings come to manifest
Then I heared in a still Voice
Trust in me with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all my ways am only permitted to acknowledge him and he shall direct my path
I heared again the vision is yet for an appointed time though it tarry it will surely come to pass
That gave me courage, determination and enthusiasms to press and never to give up
I know and i surely believe i can't die with my purpose living inside of me if I do then the world is at end.
Now that am still here, its either now or never.
Don't quit on your dreams you are closer to it today than you were yesterday.