Long Barriers Poems
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Rapunzel rolling down your barriers
dazzling jewels opening sparkling chambers
one begins climbing each curling warm feeling
touching each emotion sweetly
one step a little closer in kissing
each and every memory entering
sharing these thoughts
cherishing every last minute
each minute special
each second heavenly
Rapunzel heart of a rose
your lips sweet blushing
silk satin petals soft lips
blushing as you my love entranced
entering your one tower
letting your hair down smiling
the path we walk heading forward
none of us really have a clue
but each strand holding
unto a perfect dream
Rapunzel princess of my dreams
thoughts and love intertwined
walking hand in hand now
both blessed with passion
both blessed with emotion
both blessed with true love
walking together unafraid
talking caressing holding kissing
arms locked embracing passion
a perfect dream forever
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Free Verse Collaboration,
October 13, 2014
three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light
and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display
do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead
Imagine if the wind didn't blow anymore
or the sun didn't disappear behind the mountains.
Imagine if the barriers didn't exist,
all free to enjoy what we have been given.
Imagine if our wings had never been cut to be flying above our beliefs.
Imagine if there were no soldiers to be sent to fight,
no men death on the fire line.
Imagine a life with all the skin
colours making a new flag
standing against the wind
for everybody to kneel down.
Imagine rivers with no blood
but water to run through,
free fish to swim in
playing games for new beginners.
Imagine if we all be embraced
taking appart our differences,
sailing on the same boat
against the cruelty of life.
Imagine to accept
the unacceptable
to join hands together
to be only ONE
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
I'm running after my dreams,
At full speed like a water stream.
Not backing down from another fight
In fact I'm getting ready to take flight.
My bags are packed and on board,
I'm ready to soar with Captain Jesus at the core.
I'm dreaming big and running full of power like a cell tower.
I'm dedicated and standing in faith,
That God's vision for my life,
Will be displayed by him in every way.
I'm called to be great call me "Nate the Great"
And I know I make a lot of mistakes and that's okay.
I know I will overcome,
Defeat every obstacle that comes towards me.
I'm determined to be the best me that I'm called to be,
God's got the victory and he lives inside of me.
Ready, set, go
I'm coming to face my fears and run my race.
Brace yourself I'm breaking down the Great Wall
And watching the bricks vibrate and shake,
Like an earthquake as they fall like the New Year's ball.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
It's time for me to break free
And live my dream at the count of three.
I'm relentlessly spreading your empire,
Like a wildfire.
Breaking down my barriers
Like the walls of Jericho.
Not waiting around the battlefield in fear anymore.
Where are all my Soldiers? Suiting up for combat?
I'm not just a conqueror,
I'm also a mighty warrior;
I refuse to lose sight of my victory.
After the fight I'm part of a team that's got my back,
Through every crack on the track.
Over the hills, and through the valleys,
Even in the most crowded alleys;
God's angels are by my side
Flying high in the sky.
I'm living from within
A new day is getting ready to begin.
I'm taking my place next to the King.
Unashamed to proclaim
That I'm living for the one who forever reigns.
I'm free forever in the savior's name
And my life will never be the same.
I've received a revelation
And no matter the situation,
I'm going after the dream
That will change a generation.
I won't stop until I reach the entire nation.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
No matter the situation,
I'm going after the dream
That will change a generation.
I won't stop until I reach the entire nation.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
I find myself compelled to write to you about the intricate dance we’ve been engaged in—a slow waltz of emotions that has left me both breathless and bewildered. It seems like reverse psychology has woven itself into the fabric of our relationship, doesn't it? You once sought my loyalty and love, only to retreat in fear when another man showed interest. And when you came back, hope rekindled in my heart, yet again you left, reminiscent of that same pattern.
You have become somewhat notorious for this art of reverse psychology, weaving in love while allowing those past wounds to create distance between us. It’s as if you are caught in a web of your own making; you love me deeply, yet remain unwilling to commit. The irony isn’t lost on me — the very love that draws me to you also creates barriers.
I see through the layers now, recognizing that my feelings are ensnared in this cyclical dance of your hesitations. I can’t help but wonder if this is karma for the times I strayed. Little did I know how much I would come to experience the echoes of reverse psychology, and how they would shape my emotions so profoundly.
With sincerity lingering in the air, I hope you consider what we could build together if you only let down your guard.
V.1: I want to change the way I feel
I want to change the way I deal
With these sorrowful moments
With these anguished sentiments
Pre-chorus: I need help sometimes…
I want you to understand me
Chorus: We all need to change
It’s not really strange
We all need to change
You need to let go of me and move on
Before the afternoon or before the dawn
V.2: I want to feel like I’m happy again
But, I feel like the same way I’ve been
With these people and reminisences
With these barriers, I want to be free from my inner senses
Pre-chorus: I need help sometimes…
I want you to understand me
I’m so tired and wretched with these useless rhymes
I want You to set me free…
Chorus: We all need to change
It’s not really strange
We all need to change
You need to let go of me and move on
Before the afternoon or before the dawn
Bridge: You need to let go of me and move on
Before the evening or before nightfall becomes the sun
We all need to change
It’s not really strange
We all need to change
You need to let go of me and move on
Before the afternoon or before the dawn
Chorus: We all need to change
It’s not really strange
We all need to change
You need to let go of me and move on
Before the afternoon or before the dawn
V.3 Farewell to you and your feelings of doubt
Thank you for staying true and staying out of my route
I dwell in Your presence of love and light
I’m out of the darkness and farewell to the night
We all need to change for the better
What’s worse is being a regretter
Who has been a victim of this
Numbness and helplessness
Under the vast, star-studded veil of the unknown, the lingering mystery whispers gentle secrets,
People traverse invisible battles, shrouded in night’s silent sighs,
Each day we encounter wounded spirits, as fragile as morning dew,
Hiding their sorrow behind masks of smiles,
Like the moon concealed by fleeting clouds.
Their hearts, like delicate glass, locked in fortresses of silence,
Adorned with "No Trespassing" signs, protecting unfathomable scars.
But with patience as our guide, we may glimpse the gardens within their souls,
For time softens the barriers, revealing paths to hidden sanctuaries.
With hearts as delicate as sunset and eyes like the wise owl’s gaze,
We reach out, grasping their invisible hands with threads of empathy,
Touching souls that dance on the edge of broken dreams,
We whisper messages of understanding, affirming their presence.
A warm embrace, like an ancient spell of magic,
Can lift despairing spirits, bringing radiant beams of sunshine,
Illuminating their shadowed existences with newfound hope.
In this journey, we meet countless souls,
Their bleeding wounds masked by unseen layers,
Only when we dive deeper,
Through the starry abyss of their being, can we discover the hidden pain.
It is not impertinent to ask, "Are you alright?"
For it calls forth the catharsis buried beneath mountains of pain,
Releasing the torrents of withheld tears.
With tender hearts and attentive eyes,
We care for each other and for ourselves,
In this mystical dance of healing, under the ever-watchful stars.
howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!
in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!
clouds now migrate away to the south,
it thunders and rains where once desert,
vast oceans expand as glaciers melt,
cold death now haunts where once birds would nest.
hunt us down, say are born of devil,
spare not a thought for nature’s reasons,
we hunt when hungry, the weak and lame,
but they kill for game in all seasons!
fire horrors ravage homely woods,
cuckoo laments morning with its lore,
big herds that walked now dress their rooms,
world is wounded, earth is bleeding sore!
Horror! Horror! we cry to the moon,
our laments tear down the dark silence,
ruled by these creatures with hearts of stone,
they are destructive sans repentance!
we fear not ghosts that lurk in the dark,
nor dripping blood from a sharpened steel,
greater horror lurks where these things haunt,
a pestilence that rocks nature’s keel!
Written 3/May/2021
Funom Makama sponsored
Horror poetry contest
9 syllables each line-
lines2 and 4 rhyme in all quatrains!
POTD 05/05/2021
As the shooting stars travel across distance and barriers
So has my heart transcended dimensions
Can I compare thee to the sand?
For the waves may come or the rain may fall
But emotions never die and neither will my thoughts
Words nay fail and actions may be wrong
But my feelings never lie and forever will be strong
Even though night turns day or days turn night
My love will never die nor will it ever change
Time may stop and man may fall
Reason may never be enough nor will action be revealing
But with you by my side,I'm ready to face enemies
And as long as writings still exist,my words will be forever
There is no denying the power of love.
It is a splendid teacher
Quite adept at instructing us
In ways that completely alter our character,
And telling us how to be what we never were,
Or never even imagined we could ever be.
In certain individuals
Its transformations are frequently nothing short of miraculous.
It breaks down all our natural barriers,
And in the blink of an eye
Can turn a niggardly pinchpenny into a philanthropist,
An obsequious milquetoast into a courageous and gallant knight,
And make a paragon of "politesse" out of an absolute boor.
The inveterate sluggard becomes a captain of industry,
And the most innocent of dullards
Becomes a wellspring of sagacity and worldliness.
What a marvelous whetstone for sharpening wits
And honing the senses is love.
Even its most hardened critics…
Those victims and casualties who proved to be intractable and unteachable…
Find it difficult, if not impossible,
To deny the power of love's ability to inspire
The most truly amazing things in a human heart.