Long Averting Poems
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Lofty glory be to the soldiers
Who committedly protect the land -
It's people and the line of culture ,
Of the time-run ,running and future ,
Woods, rivers, fields and stretch of sand;
The sure and unique armed purgers
Of all evils and wanton attacks filthy ,
Besides averting all entrance stealthy .
Like a feeble child safe and sure
Of its parent in close proximity,
The nation's wholesome entity prime
Has a secure and complacent clime ;
Like immunity guarding until extremity,
You defend, and do calamities endure ;
Steady then be your task intrepid...
Success be ever at your brave bid .
Armoured with courage and confidence ,
In blizzard ,showers or landslides any
Rescuing victims, selflessly run the risk ;
With infinite vigour do always feats brisk -
Save ,set ,move and such a great many ,
Truly is manifest ,reliance and defence ;
Words fall short and render feelings mute
Hence : a formal , alert honour-salute..!
With the death of my parents something changed inside,
Its a secret very deep that I’ve tried so hard to hide,
I keep busy working but admit I often have denied,
There’s not a day go by that I don’t think of suicide.
Then I look at my children and become filled with pride,
To see my son graduate, my daughter become a bride,
Would be part of life so important, it could not be denied.
And spending these milestones without me to preside,
Would make my family feel like a big part of them died.
So I keep the sleeping pills hidden and the act untried,
Averting the sad thoughts, putting a smile on the outside.
Breathe easy, this secret is not a true story, that’s the upside.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Shani Fassbender’s Contest
“Tell Me a Secret”
Placement: First place
** According to the World Health Organization someone around the globe commits suicide every 40 seconds. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds. WHO website 2009
You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart
—Stevie Wonder
“Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings…”
—Psalm 17:8a
ROLLING EYES
Rolling eyes,
contemptible,
in the tent
that you present.
Averting, left or right,
neither straight -
a googly-eye menace,
a disgrace.
Replace
with grace.
Concentrate.
Be
respectable.
Don’t make
a spectacle.
Lean in
and learn.
Chaos
can turn
into peace.
Your body
represents
the living God
and
should reflect
His name.
His name
is integrity.
Be
incredibly brave.
Let
the other person
be heard.
You, be real.
Don’t roll
the dice -
snake eyes
slither
and cocoons.
They ruin
relationships
between parents,
kids and spouses.
Rolling eyes
hurts the head
and eyelids,
hurts the one’s
you love.
They notice
and get enraged
or walk away.
Rolling eyes
is
not brave.
It takes time
to unlearn
but
can be
undone.
Give
a hug
with clear
and bright
browns, blues, and greens
and in betweens.
Child of God,
don’t be a
wanderlust -
be
the apple.
Like A Moth Attracted to Glow
Tethered Bonds Starved of Light Cannot Grow
Denied Accessed, Insouciant Persona At Best
I Imagined My Savior Ambivalent,
Celibate Soul, Core Suppressed
I've never Yearned for much
Yet I Crave Your Time, Devoted Obsession,
Most of All Your Tender Touch!
You Are My Sun, I Am Your Moon
Set My Heart on Ablaze,
Disintegrate the Gilded Cage that Cocoons Passion
Expressions and Confessions On an Inked Stained Page
Of My Timeless Mate, Tampered By Fate
I Will Wait for you While Watching the Magnolias Bloom
Or should I Await Your Comfort Before The Cold Winter's Gloom
Only for your Touch!
Shadowy Tendrils of The Forsaken and Forlorn Fashioned to Entrap Me
My Protective Ward Shields Me Like Thorns of A Rose
I Am the Exquisite Black Star Gladiolus
Averting Possessive Desires, Sprung from the Blood of Hyacinthus!
I Reflect Strength, Perseverance and Integrity
More than a Garden Display or Bridal Bouquet, Mahogany Sword Lily!
Tubular Attraction, Valuable My Nectar, Tender My Maroon Corolla
So Pure yet Poisonous, Noble Masterpiece of Florists' Touch
I Am the Delicate Atropa Belladonna
Your Nexus of Pain and Passion
Your Presence Snatching My Ragged Breath
A Silenced Threat, Dissolving My Frayed Resolve
A Puzzle That Can Never Be Solved
Flesh is Fleeting, Your Efforts to Woo Me
Ever Tireless and Intriguing, Constantly Pleading
Whispering Needs Inked, Out of My Reach, Out of Touch
That bright spark from ever folding inner night
That effulgence that escapes through the eyes
And assures the brain we are upward and right
That flame's flicker that never dies
That grants vigor to those weary
That wander ever toward its light
The shaded light we were taught to dim
That grace the heads of angels and cherubim
But fill those with fear that ever walk the dark
Fearing our light make falsehood an easy mark
Enough of catering to secrets and lies
Enough of averting the light in our eyes
We are that lantern that lead the way
Toward a future free of ransoms to pay
Where virtues like honor and compassion
Are pillars and not an old trending fashion
Where valor and sacrifice alight paradise
And loyalty is not for sale at any price
Where if we choose it, our light becomes day
If we refuse it, darkness can't obstruct the way
No one cloaked in shadow has ever had good to say
Only where to look for the truth that lies hid away
If you play with matches, you may get burned
It's one of the simplest and earliest truths learned
The same goes for darkness and wand'ring ‘midst shadow
There, whispers won't remind you of your inner glow
Lost in the ever folding inner night
Alone with fears and doubts to fight
And the feeling or memory that something's not right
You're right, life's an illusion, and you made of light
It's why the masses flock to you
The simple measure of what is true
Flickering in the now, breathing in the now
Making shining in the present our vow
Lead the way Lanterns!
Make that promise now!
Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
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Inspired by life’s goals, winners are intuitively aware,
A loss is but a steppingstone, not a reason to despair;
Again and again, with certitude they play the game,
For triumph, they envision, is written in every name.
They never seek to blame others, for own mistakes,
Instead, they course-correct, averting heart-breaks,
Re-learning, deep in introspection, as they re-assess;
Ameliorating ways of failures, reaching for success.
When life is perturbed in adversities, they fear not,
Cognizant~ anything worthwhile must be hard-fought;
Summoning conquering ways, every failure taught,
To attain ultimate milestone, reveries of victory sought.
They accept, they advance, when things go wrong,
Strumming theme winsome, emanating from life’s song,
Echoing a pledge revered, treasured for quite long;
Avowing~ to them, the reigns of future shall belong.
Dreams of passion, dreams coveted, refuse to die,
For resolutely their objectives, driven believers vie;
Until triumphantly, bells-elated, of success chime,
Trumping sad sighs of failures, defeated over time.
Her final days, a mercilessly cold, never-ending night
Her eyes have grown so weary, always averting from the light
That used to burst within her. It has grown tragically dull
The bloomed flowers of her life is wilting as death comes to call
A terminally ill woman accepts her fate; embracing the dark
She's crossing the rubicon of doom; a journey so cold and stark
She lies dying, deeply submerged in depression's murky ocean
Scythe-wielding Grim Reaper lurks about as she lies devoid of motion
Her eyes sadder than a lonely moon, they bare no iota of spark
Moribund; her spirits, somber. Her sunny days; now charcoal dark
She hears the death-knell; a crow, outside, cawing of morbid dread
Her hopes and dreams have drowned in a well, soon she'll be dead
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Submission date: 11/07/2021
Word chosen: Tenebrific
Date originally written: 01/01/2019
Ever wonder if someone
You're talking to is actively
Paying attention, or simply
Watching your lips move?
Imagine attempting to put things
In perspective for someone impervious
To common sense? Words go into
The right ear and out of the left!
You feel like you've wasted
Your breath. So how do you
Make sure you're being perfectly
Understood word for word?
Repetition is key; repeat yourself
Ad-nauseum. Ask for repetition
Of what you said to confirm
He or she is indeed listening.
Never make assumptions
Ensure that you communicate directly;
Not doing so could lead to
Misunderstanding and conflict.
Look for visual and auditory clues;
The nodding of the head, the telling phrase
"I understand." They're very helpful
In averting miscommunication.
Date written: 11/22/2019
Banish listening, and teachings end.
Between "Yes!" and "No!"
How much spectral difference is there?
Between healthy "live" and "evil"
Is the difference not normally 50-50?
That which we fear
Is indeed to be feared;
That which we love
Is indeed to be beloved;
But, alas, distant, yet also at hand, is this dawn of awakening
toward loving to be loved as
fearlessly unafraid of Beloved Climax Community!
We merry-make today,
self-congratulate while sub-optimizing,
As if consistently absorbing redemptive nutrients,
As if playing Mountain Warrior in Springs redolent climax;
I alone am mildly wild with harvesting unemployment,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached,
neither grasping at joy nor averting lost identity,
contention with dissonance is like one without a zero home.
History's prevailing culture has enough and to spare,
But I am like one left out,
behind marginal invisible boundary,
my heart and mind must be that of buttless comedy,
Being as muddled,
ambivalently equivalent,
nebulously coincident!
Left-brain dominator cultures are knowing, luminous,
strength self-fulfilling and prophesying futures;
I alone am dull, confused, equivalent.
Egocentric culture is clever, self-assured;
I alone, depressed, repressed, suppressed,
not impressed, pressed, pressing, birthing.
Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless tipping points.
We all have purposed meaning,
teleologized ecological faith;
I alone appear stubborn and irrelevantly uncouth.
I appear to differ from SuperEgo Culture,
In optimally valuing succulent sustenance from Mother Earth,
universal natural systemic polyculturing in/out-formation.
We’re alive and aglow, so all should be well
but perchance if we begin to feel withdrawn,
as feelings of melancholy in heart swell,
a shroud of depression, darkening the dawn,
making us gloomy, life then a living hell,
know wistful soul exhumes darkness with a yawn,
nonchalantly choosing to sing a love hymn,
thereby averting possible outcomes grim.
Innate vibrancy of soul, our mood and mode,
employs will for polarity rotation,
stagnating nowhere, for joy is it’s abode
and each vibration is but a play station,
so once love and light, within heart we encode,
moment to moment, we’re in meditation,
unaffected by the highs and lows of life,
empty like vast space and at all times bliss rife.
23-May-2023
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Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet