Long Becomes Poems
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When I discover you,
My heart starts dancing,
Soul starts singing,
Eyes start flying
And my lips start blooming.
My dear darling,
You are my moon beam,
You are my sun ray,
I can die for you twice a day.
When you touch me,
Nectar starts flowing in my vein,
Nose starts inhaling redolent smell,
Ears start listening divine bell
And my face becomes a sacrosanct tale.
My dear darling,
You are my cloud,
You are my rain,
I like to be a dream for you for today & then.
When you embrace me,
Fire catches me from top to bottom,
Eyes glow like winter morning sun,
My heart starts beating rock music drum
And I feel I am a great emperor’s son.
My dear darling,
You are my river,
You are my ocean,
I want to sail in a boat with aggressive motion.
Never will another season bring so much joy
A feeling of love, togetherness and happiness
Ring out them festal bells and let’s be jolly
A savior was born, condescended, we are happy
We go to church, offer praise most joyful
Screams of delight, Children playing happily
Lovers holding hands gazing happily
At the beautiful sites, mountain's peaks, rivers of joy
Birds singing sweetly in the air, their songs so melodious and joyful
Every home, through their windows flowing sounds of rapture and happiness
The drunk on the street had one wish to make him happy
Give me some rum, he said, that will make me good and jolly
I played this song last night and it is so fitting, for the topic says Joyful, Joyful
It’s the season of good cheer, a time to give, to dance, to eat and be jolly
Only you can determine your level of happiness
To give of your means it is easy, but to give of yourself many cannot do this happily
Give without grudge, with no intention to receive, that's how giving becomes a joy
To exercise these gems will cleanse the soul; give warm feelings, make us happy
Laughter in the trees, laughter in the breeze, season of laughter, everyone is happy
Gift for baby, gift for mommy, gift for daddy, even the cats and dogs had to be joyful
What the world craves, so elusive for some, thank God in His love, we find great joy
Come one come all let’s jump on the bandwaggon, riding the coach called Super Jolly
The invitation is out, don’t settle in doubt, cast off your cares, ride with us, happily
Great people great love, warmth, sharing caring, all things good gives you happiness
Take friends, co-workers and fellow poets, toss in this great soup pot of happiness
Recycle love, make this world wonderful, song writer says, ‘don’t worry, be happy’
The world needs people who are positive, will see the best in others happily
A smile, a word of cheer, a few words of encouragement, make another’s day joyful
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way’, what good is that if we are not jolly
The Lord has come, so unto this world be peace, love, and most important of all, joy
There is truth and beauty in the person with happiness, looking radiant and joyful
I would give my money just to be happy, to see my loved ones and friends real jolly
Luxury of life I would trade off hapilly, to have the thing the world craves for, joy
We looked at one another so often,
So deeply and completely,
That the courage it took to stay in abusive relationships
Became more uncooperative than the rain showers
Who fall just at the moment a picnic is starting,
Or the silence when all you’re wanting is music, laughter
Or the dark when day seems like the wish you won’t ever
Partake of – or the moment when a kiss becomes
The bliss that never leaves your heart, your soul – not even for a
Moment.
That kiss becomes the spark for every creative thought,
The glowing ember beneath the flames of hope,
The coal that warms the darkness in the wounded soul
That kiss becomes more than a kiss – more than bliss
It becomes the reason that the heart believes
The feeling that brings each moment its peace
The quiet hidden away behind the truth…
Truth is – I loved you from the moment our lips touched
I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone before
I loved you like I’ll never love another, like I’ll never love
Unless you are the one the loving is for!
The truth is – you claimed my heart the moment you thought
You and me might – someday – be more than a kiss,
More than the sweetest bliss – more than just a dream I miss
You and me and that someday became more than a wish
Together, we became the truth that would become the real thing!
DECEMBER DIARIES
When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow,
When a colourful world becomes pure white,
I was born this month not so long ago,
When every tree branch is laden with snow,
It's the month of giving and spreading light,
When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow,
Carols are ringing mid the mistletoe,
The nights are darker but the stars shine bright,
I was born this month not so long ago,
Sweets and cookies and soft cakes overflow,
The cool choir goes singing throughout the night,
When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow,
The angels look down and blessings bestow,
Children in red and white are such a sight,
I was born this month not so long ago,
Gifts are placed around fireplaces aglow,
Ice crystals float down and skating is right,
When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow,
I was born this month not so long ago.
06.23.2020
Some people just cannot be honest for the life of them. Others, like myself are all too honest. I wonder if honesty is like diarrhea, if it too runs in the genes? I will ask him, he will know the answer. In the mean time I just need to accept that this is something I cannot change and the liar just wants to get my goat. To clear their secrets like blackberries. They are sharp and hurt every time they scratch the surface. And like the moth I continually go towards the flame and get burned. The liar wants me to beat myself up and place the blame. A sociopath that gets off on secret sex relations. The liar is a miser and in constant supply of endless manipulation. I'm confused and mentally abused, like a douche that has been repeated reused. Left out in the sun to dry and watch wilt. A no brains with no balls left under his kilt. Riddled by shame, and guilt. The liar has taken his will. His might, his pride, his ability to just chill. Left uptight, I look up at the sky. So gray and dismal. I wonder... Why? As the liars evil eye lies upon me, thoughts cloud as rains falls. I hear the crows call out. A horn honk and siren in the distant. The sun breaks and the fog lifts for an instant. Truth becomes me but I'm already broken. I ask the store manage for the restroom key token. As I look into the mirror I can't help but think, liar lair lair can't you see. Sometimes your lies just hypnotize me.
Why drowning when there's
the ability to swim in me?
Why sleeping in the cold woods
with a match box in my Jacket
and an Axe below my head?
Why the self condemnation
when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion?
What exactly do I see in my inner mirror?
Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me?
I see a pretty one of huge significance
with effective duties like an Angel.
But also, I see the ugly one
dust to sand, stone to rock
that's just its living sequel.
I view a perspective
rough but sweet; challenging but interesting
which is exactly my gospel.
But then, I see them as temptations
and tests with no ability to repel.
I notice when walking through red coals
I never let my tears be my Life's panel
but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel.
I'm mind blowing and noticeable
like a newly-sewed apparel.
But day and night, I posses a tag with
just one label.
No matter the task to stay beautiful
nothing stops that quest to excel
but I see a limitation to
just a specific ordered function
like the ringing bell.
I'm staying elegant and attractive
making all long to be part of my counsel
but my usefulness, worth and confidence
no self awareness to propel.
Beginning as crude
coming out as a refined Jewel
but still, reality seems so cruel.
What exactly is my mirror saying?
Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel?
This, I just cannot tell!
Love starts off as a train,
Speeding down a tunnel that seems to last forever,
And you would love nothing more than for it to be eternal,
Sometimes, the person next to you leaves,
And another sits down to take their place,
But there’s always someone new to keep you company, if only you wait
Love eventually becomes a car along a road,
Where arguments become bumps,
Then become nails in the road,
And it’s easy to get a flat.
But take a breath,
Too many times do people abandon a car,
That just needs a new tire
Love’s final transformation is a boat,
Where a storm is rare,
But never impossible,
You and your partner have overcome the bumps of the road,
And are now smooth sailing,
The everyday ocean you once thought of monotonous, is now what you live for
And you’re surrounded by an ocean of content
Unfortunately, like all good things,
It must come to an end,
One day life will force you to dock,
Whether you want to or not.
Appreciate the rush of the train,
The smoothness of the road,
The peacefulness of the boat,
Because you never know when
your train will derail,
Your car crashes,
Or your boat capsizes,
So love who you love, with all you have
Every night I search for your face
through the mist on my window
I search for your arms
in the perfume of flowers
I gaze at oceans of stars
and make the same sempiternal wish
Every night I bathe in crystals of honey
'neath an effervescent moon
which carries your evanescent smile
upon each ripple of waves
Every night the horizon meets my eyes
and all I think of is you
Your world becomes my world
as my world becomes your own
Every night I wear my glass slippers
to dance on sand prints of the past
in the silent promise of tomorrow
Every night I await a new sunrise
to solace this pang which your absence inflicts
To hear you whisper 'I love you'
to feel your breath upon mine
without being kissed.
A comet weeps a crown of velvet frost,
While iron mountains bow to touch the sea;
What one forgets, the other finds as lost,
A solitary echo, wild and free.
The dark is but a curtain made of gold,
That we must draw to let the midnight spill;
The young will wander, while the path is old,
And noise becomes the architect of still.
We drink the lightning from an empty sky,
And breathe the perfume of a shattered stone.
To reach the ground, we must begin to fly,
To find the crowd, we walk within the bone.
For every shadow kneeling in the light,
There is a sunbeam hiding in the gray.
The winter dreams of blossoms in the night,
And dawn is just a prisoner of day.
Degenerative joint disease equals pain.
Cartilage wears away bone touches bone.
Each movement becomes a difficult strain.
From once silent lips now slow releases moans.
Comfort~freedom from pain now luxury.
Carefully words form a line on paper.
Depression could follow in a hurry.
No! Will not summit nor will I confer
to being trapped at home unadorned
with life, viewing humans and the wide world
from a window or a TV condemned
to no life~let new life be unfurled.
Life explored not sipped suckled but imbibed.
Pour life ~ fill me with what God has prescribed.
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