Long Being Poems
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Can you hear me
Can you hear my skin
Every fiber in my body
Sayin' it again and again
...I'm not her
Can you feel me
My presence proclaiming
Those clothes reek
Of the agenda you are naming
...I'm not her
Can you smell me
The rancid fragrance emanating
The perfume you supplied
Displays the imitating
...I'm not her
Can you taste me
The plastic fruit in the basket
Hopping in the forest, with
A tisket a tasket
....I'm not her
Can you even SEE me
Standing straight, before eyes
Seeing without vision
The beauty of woven lies
...I'm not her
I'm me
Just plain ole me
Being all me
With all of my senses
...I'm her
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-12-2026
I was born in the wrong era:
My heart longs for romance
My heart longs for love letters
And public declarations of love
My heart longs
My heart longs for chilvary
And a tip of the hat when I enter the room
My heart longs
My heart longs for doors to be opened
And flowers on my doorstep
My heart longs
My heart longs to be serenaded
And not to feel jaded and complacent
My heart longs for clarity
And confidence
My heart longs for a Bridgerton..
And Wuthering Heights kind of love
The kind where it’s unwavering.. uncontainable and where no one loves the other more
Where the love between two is shared and declared
My heart longs
My heart longs for those stories where our hearts beat as one
In unison, beat for beat
A love that cannot come undone
A love that is strong and complete
My heart longs
My heart longs for a love that holds a safe space
A love that knows no bounds or excuses
A love that knows each crease in my face
And dares to study each corner of my mind
A love that withstands the test of time
Shouts from the rooftops
And cannot believe that he is mine
And I am his
A love that reassures and adores
Every part of me I try to hide
A love that is transparent and kind
My heart longs for a love that’s difficult to find
A love where I can bare my all
And know that in his arms I can fall
A love that brings peace to the turbulent sea that is my heart
A love that will cross oceans and travels the seas.
A love that climbs mountains just to be close to me
My heart longs to be set free
To pour out all of the love contained within me
Without being left feeling empty
But rather a reciprocation
Of unlimited and unconditional love
A love that is deep rooted in an unmoving foundation
Of peace and respect
My heart longs for a love that does not need to be checked
A love that is easy and seamless
The hopeless romantic in me no longer tugs gently
But, screams for the loves described
My heart longs for a great love
A love that is inscribed
in the scriptures
A love where I am his rib
And he is my protector
My heart longs for the softest of loves
That allows the flowers in my garden to bloom whenever he is near
Consider this my prayer for the love
For which my heart longs…
I like your hair-line, the curve of your spine,
you don't know how glad to be out of nine by nine,
so I can breathe, grateful to be able to perceive,
somrone said: 'you'll always be here, never leave.'
I like that guy John Andrew, reincarnated from the book,
he looks different now they say, every time I look,
and bloody Phaedrus, does anyone read his columns?
someone has to clean up the mess, every time he comes.
I like the white light that Gaugin went to seek,
the strength of you when everyone else was weak,
I stand with the guys, we lie to each other,
you wonder how it would be if you were my lover.
I like being here, remembering when I was there,
they'll never know, the easy part is pretending to care.
Peter and John were with Jesus when they healed that lame man
in the presence of the Holy Spirit's graceful and merciful hands
Peter and John had preached the gospel of Christ in the temple
the Sanhedrin tried to halt them from doing what to them was very simple
Peter had once denied Jesus but that was no longer the case
he was now determined to preach the gospel boldly in society's face
they had been with Jesus and considered Him their friend
they had been with Jesus right up to the bitter end
by the way you walk, the way that you talk and by the way that you behave
that is what people notice in you as being one who is saved
to see the light of the Lord that shines from within you
to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit emanating through
when you walk in the spirit you will discover
to have been with Jesus all truths will be uncovered
a change in you will then take place
an anointing from God's infinite grace
to receive God's spiritual and healing power
that abundant heavenly supply available at any hour
you will then feel compelled to take up your towel of service
to utilize God's gift to you that is your life's purpose
the Sanhedrin Council could not spiritually comprehend
that a miracle had been enacted by those two anointed men
Peter and John were by the Council then released
the Council wanted them to promise to no longer in the temple preach
Peter and John told them you might as well take our lives
for we will never stop praising our Lord Jesus the Christ
for the gospel is our mission the gospel is our story
the gospel is what we live by and we will give Christ all the glory
don't let the world attempt to stop your salvation
tell them that Jesus died so your life could have justification
tell the unsaved, the unchurched and the devil to get behind thee
for you have been with Jesus and now preach with His authority
I'm uncertain about the direction.
It's hard to determine, which way I need
To go. I know who is going with me, but
It's up me to decide.
The decision must be precised.
I can't afford the roll of the dice.
It's a challenge, I can only imagine,
It's like sitting on ice. My ideas are
There, but frozen in time. Only because
I can't make up my mind.
I know what I must do, I see it,
It's directly in front of me
But I can't reach it.
It's harder than you think.
If it was easy, it would already be done.
It bothers me more than you know.
I need to be all I can be.
Sometimes I don't know if I
Can pull it off.
There are things that hold me back.
It's not easy doing what you must
When not being able to afford
The things you need.
I cry on the inside, you can't see it.
It's there, silently through the pain
I yell, praying to God for his help.
I keep hope close to me.
Try in believing that it will
Get better, that my dream
Of giving my family everything they
Need will happen.
David Wayne Carter
This is a life sentence,
destined to be alone,
Her leaving me,
cut me to the bone.
The lack of love,
shines in her eyes,
It paused me,
took me by surprise.
There is nothing there,
that I can recognize,
As I stand,
before her paralyzed.
A cold and evil,
Medusa look,
I was played,
by the oldest trick in the book.
She treats me
as if I am a stranger,
Loving her,
has been a game changer.
She tossed,
our love into the fire,
She was so smooth,
at being a liar.
Not even human compassion,
showed in her eyes,
I need to hear the truth,
all she spoke were lies.
It's funny,
her love I have an aching for,
It's powerful,
leaves me wanting more.
I never thought,
she would let me down,
She was gone,
so fast never made a sound.
I remember,
when she started acting strange,
Right about the time,
her feelings changed.
I still sit,
and wait for her to come home,
She is with someone new,
I am all alone.
All I know for sure,
is what I see,
She no longer,
is IN LOVE WITH ME.
TURBO1904 NOV 2021
This spot, this spot, so firm and alive
It grows gracious hands, living to give
To enhance all lives... much like their own
They help the masses, one by one.
This spot can be called, freedom spot
Cause ignorance falls from our back
Those wounded and scarred are soothe
The helpful free our tears.
The spot is Uptown, downtown, all around
Our structured days from morn
To close of eve; chases fear
We hear words of good cheer.
The spot has filled so many void
No one hunger or thirst, they take pride
Being a part of ASC (Aids Service Center)
One and all stays sanctuary sharp.
This spot of food, clothing, creativity and work
Knows pandemic Aids have been no joke
Now, human rights seeks cure, and better health
Ask Sharen Duke; harm reduction equals soulful wealth.
The spot is where love surely blooms
Everyone within its grace, looms
Higher, than those who fall, and stay down
The spot of midtown is seen as hometown;
Yes, the spot in Manhattan is where its at
The strong survives, and learn new art
Art as colorful as souls with fresh start
Like blessed hands, minds, and heart.
Find your way to see the spot
Know what you have, or have not
For in our world of blues, chaos and attacks
Behold, life becomes art, at the spot.
*
A bon vivant lyfestyle
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.
Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes,
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.
Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.
And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.
So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Listen closely, for the eternal silence spreads like a dense fog over the world,
a profound quiet that penetrates the temples of the soul and the forests of thought,
a wave of calm that flows through the rivers of time and the valleys of our dreams,
for this world is a tapestry of illusions and hidden truths, an endless search
in the depths of being, and eternity, that silent sage, does not listen to our murmur,
but observes us with its stone eyes, beyond the horizon of any quest,
like a master who knows that the journey is more important than the destination.
I close my eyes and let myself be carried by the flow of my consciousness, a river of images
that intertwine and unravel, like the withered leaves of a spiritual autumn,
I wonder if perhaps everything is just a journey, a story written by a traveler
who has wandered through all the corners of the soul, and in this silence,
I wonder if we are just the steps of his dream, dancing on the edge
of an unwritten path, with the wings of the soul spread toward the infinity of the unknown.
And if eternity does not see us, if it cannot hear us, then what are we,
but echoes of a forgotten journey, reverberations of a verse never spoken,
in this dance of silence, we lose and find ourselves, only to lose ourselves again,
perhaps that is the beauty of a life lived as an endless journey,
the lack of meaning gives us the freedom to discover our own truth,
in the smile of a star that fades, in the tear of a morning that will never come,
in this infinite silence that envelops us like a garment of unspoken words,
a journey that knows everything is just a dance of light and shadow, a game of the soul
where only silence has the last word, as a testament of an endless quest.
I knew you when I first met you
I knew you just by looking into your eyes
Your eyes held my attention
Your smile would not let me go
I fell in love with you
Before you even spoke
We sat and talked for hours
Slowly our time was coming to an end
And I didn’t want the afternoon to stop
Because I knew you
And I would be apart again.
Our lives just would not work in this life
My heart was breaking because I knew you
Fate was being cruel to us
We didn’t even stand a chance
As much as we cared for each other
Forces were keeping us apart
No matter how hard we tried
We could not make it work
We had to say goodbye
But I am so glad I knew you