Long Believe Poems
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Trying to find
The happiness of
Trying to find
The way
They kept him on life support
I sat outside and would not move
He had suffered greatly from his heart attack
I tried to pray but I had no connection
I had an old original native drum
Could I have found a connection
To where he went
When he left his soul
It must have been that decease that almost
Wiped us out
Without you I'd be in disbelief
The answer on the face where the diamond shined
Now there is suffering in our hearts
I see the retreat the escape from this dreary city
Standing naked in the breeze
Does it mean the freedom of a dream
She behaves that way in an unreal life
Part of a force we do not see
Defending goodness
Is that the force
What has living Morphed into
A day pass from prison
For the murder of Glory
Help me believe a spirit to be true
Help me see what a miracle is supposed to be
Of spirit, of drug and a mistake or two
Along the way
I broke my foot, and you kissed me that night, in front of my car.
I could barely walk, but I floated away.
It all began and ended, as powerful as a hurricane.
What we had was taken too soon, and your mother didn’t approve.
She never did like me much, but that didn’t stop you.
We blossomed, like a flower on a warm sunny day.
Until that fateful day when I heard the news.
There had been an accident. The driver didn’t see you.
Frozen in time, as I was informed of your demise.
I couldn’t move, as my heart sank to the depths of the cold dark ocean.
Frost bitten, as time stood still.
Ship wrecked as my world came crashing down.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I couldn’t believe this was the end.
I couldn’t believe you were gone.
Emotion like waves crashing and turning.
By the time my foot healed, you were gone.
The funeral came and everything blurred together.
Your art on display, a museum dedicated to you.
Your mother, finally recognized me, as I looked over you laying there.
I’ll never forget the pain in her eyes, as she thanked me and apologized.
This ship has run aground, unable to ever sail again.
Little children don't you know,
You are your parent's blessings
Their accomplishments are mainly because of you
Little children don't be fooled
Your parents adore and love you
Little children get up and go to school
So that you won't be abused, used or fooled
Little children will grow and soon you too will be old
For I too was once young and now I have children of my own
To age and be blessed to see them grow is truly a blessing
To be blessed with three
To have a son whose heart is as pure as gold
To have daughters whose thoughts are as white as snow
To love them, to carry them, to nurture them
To protect them and call them my own is truly a blessing
A son now a man as strong as an OX
Daughters kind and vitreous awaiting their Grooms
Father, how time has led me to believe
That all children are definitely their parent's blessing.
I remember the day my imagination was lost
and my brothers laughed because they thought it so funny;
tears and innocence being the ultimate cost
when they killed, for me, the Easter Bunny.
“You’re too old to believe in all of this stuff;
its time you started acting your age”;
My siblings had decided that I had enough
as they turned over my childhood page.
With chocolate stains on the front of my shirt
and Easter eggs yet to be found,
I did my best to cover up all of the hurt,
hating the truth they were slinging around.
It wasn’t just the end of a childish phase;
It was more than destroying a mere fantasy;
Somewhere in the mist of this confusing haze,
was the realization - they had been lying to me.
It wasn’t just the Easter Bunny they had slain;
It wasn’t just Santa Claus they turned into dust;
Destroyed holiday myths wasn’t the cause of my pain,
it was a loss of faith in those that I trust.
So, be careful when we tell me a tale,
I am skeptical about accepting your truth;
It is a lesson that I learned only too well,
long ago in my forgotten youth.
Go for a walk to clear your head
Life's to short to stay in bed
When your feeling really low
Get outside feel the wind blow
No matter what walk of life
People suffer with troubles and strife
It may be no job or money for rent
It may be you feel your life is spent
But hear this you can get through
Many others feel just like you
It's all about occupying the mind
Staying strong the answers you'll find
But most of all don't keep it within
As this is truly a mortal sin
It will eat you up take away your strength
So find someone and talk at length
Positive mental attitude needed
Your a human not inbreeded
Focus on the small things first
Otherwise your mind will burst
Each day your strength will overcome
And you won't feel totally outdone
Finally believe you are really strong
Life challenges can do you no wrong
He dreamed he could fly on gossamer wings,
and understands now why the sparrow sings.
It all seemed so real he never thought twice,
that a joy like that would come with a price.
He thought to himself I'm living the dream,
but what are the costs that are left unseen?
Could the butterfly be dreaming of me,
or somebody else dreaming all three?
People walk around as if they were blind,
to refuse to see is the darkest kind!
Others wear glasses the color of rose,
and refuse to see in front of their nose.
Then there are a few that you can't believe,
who can make magic nothing up their sleeve.
The world is yours take it in your hand,
every empire will turn back to sand.
Every emperor that has been so far,
is now just a name they gave to a star.
This place they call Earth is a mystery,
so live your dreams and let your soul run free!
date:10/10/19
contest:Living The Dream
sponsor:Line Gautier
It’s a crooked slope
that leads to hell
and I’m riding it
Stance Goofy
Those Regulars
that believe they aren’t,
are way out in front
tripping over themselves
polishing and buffering the way
So I must be putting
the right foot forward
Besides, I also carry a mascot
and fail safe
It’s a goldfish in a bag
who never moves his left fin
He’s showing more zip
in his tail of recent
since I started feeding him
those highly energised
copper and black batteries
He won’t be going down
anytime soon
except maybe with
lead poisoning
I prefer lithium myself
it’s much lighter
and makes my collapse
easier to stomach
* * *
life wearing braces
whilst holding a bag of fish
be happy with me
By
David Kavanagh
Where am I, really needing to know
I am all alone, and feeling so low
the point has past, tears no longer flow
just wanting to run, with nowhere to go
Thinking back, a time when it had all started
unknowingly, destiny had already been charted
my mind so pained, carrying a troubled heart
mistakenly thinking, depression I could outsmart
Being wrong, I will necessarily admit
no more excuses, promising to commit
I acknowledge my fears, this is the truth
coming back to haunt me, sins of my youth
At times although distraught, I will not surrender
placing my faith in G-d, may He be my defender
if pain has reached me, it must be for my own good
G-d’s way of correcting, this kindness was understood
So I have come to accept my pain, it’s only for the best
my mind is now less troubled, my soul can find some rest
lessons to be learned, worth much, if we will only believe
even in our darkest moments, we have the power to achieve
Our tribulations in life, they will never ever cease to be
part of growing is to open your eyes and finally see
there is light, but out of the darkness it’s hard to perceive
everything that happens is for the better, why forever to grieve
May came and flowers of all colors and shapes declared their earthly glory;
their perfumed wafts mixed with the spring morning crisp breeze
entered my nostrils, but their strong aroma made me sneeze...
while cherry and apple blossoms smelled like the fair skin of young Mary!
Towards noon, Fields of Sasha Daisies waved under the wind's warm breath as a gift,
and with that beautiful image in mind, I sought the perfect flowers for a lovesick girl;
ah, they were very tempting, so I picked them with a gardener's precise craft!
Did I forget to ask her the real reason that made her bluer than a lonely bluebell?
I often spoke to her, but her unhappy smile hid a mystery I couldn't solve:
had Mary lost love or was forbidden to have one? But why cling to fears?
I had hoped that giving her my flowers would have made her believe in love...
someone who cared and was willing to listen sparing her useless tears!
Returning home, I heard two Marines telling Mary, " We're sorry, Brian fell to the foe! "
And seeing me holding Sasha Daisies, she ran and embraced me to express her woe!
There are those who love and also those who hate.
Delusions of grandeur I will never myself create.
I am nobody special, I will never claim to be.
I’m misunderstood by many and hated by at least three.
I admit to being human, many things I handle wrong.
I’m adapting and I’m learning, I’ll eventually come along.
I fight for what I believe, approval I do not seek.
I accept what I deserve, sometimes mild but never meek.
Take me as I am, what you see is what you get.
I’ll never run and hide I settle every debt.
I’ll ask for your forgiveness if I ever do you wrong.
I love my Lord and God my faith is very strong.
This is where I pray in these poems that I write.
I may not go to church, but I’m still in his saving light.
I know that I have sinned, I’m but a mortal man.
Please forgive me Jesus and accept me as I am.