Long Bite Poems
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Destinations, unconventional beings futuristic designs, some may deem them gods in the making......
Perfect in all forms, being the impendiment perfection is non existent .
Blink twice , bite your tongue realise the water drops dropping after every second.......tick tock! tick tock! Zhing Zhong! Billabong! Inner thoughts .....contemplate deeply about this journey.
When you make it to the other side son of soil, give the seeds back to the Mother Land! Run the race like your feet were made of steel, the ones left behind deserve a teaching.
Love must reside in that deceiving cave , the chapter of your soul, this fight is one that determines the quality of your bread , the strength of your harvest , the intention of your touch.....you a magnificent, you are an Android , the apple of our Nokiad generation , you are the fate climate cannot even escape you are the future!
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If I had known it was our last walk together,
In those late evenings you adored, I would have slowed my steps,
Leaving your imprint deeper in the sands of fleeting time.
If I had known it was our last ice cream together,
I would have bought your favorite flavor to see your sweet smile,
And offered you the last bite of mine, with the same love.
If I had known it was the last time we embraced tightly,
I would have held you closer, stronger, to feel your warmth deeply.
If I had known it was our last kiss, I would have prolonged the moment,
With more passion, to lose ourselves in the eternity of the moment.
If I had known it was our last meeting, I would have begged you,
To stay by my side, to fall asleep in my arms one last time.
If I had known it was our last conversation, I would have told you,
That you are the moon of my sky, the sun of my life, the scent of my flowers,
The rhythm of my blues, the sweetness of my peach, the milk of my coffee,
The bubble in my bath, my inspiration and pride, my true love.
You are poetry, my dear, and even if death should part us,
Love will be enough, and I will love you not just in this universe,
But in every one of them, and beyond any known existence,
Because our love transcends time and space, infinite.
PAM’S PEACEFUL PLACE
By Curtis Johnson
WE HAD A BOUNTIFUL GARDEN FILLED WITH SWEET CORN AND PEAS
WE HAD TASTED GOOD VEGETABLES BEFORE, BUT NONE SO GOOD AS THESE
IN AN AREA OF SOUTH EASTERN WISCONSIN, JUST ACROSS THE ILLINOIS STATE LINE, WE DISCOVERED A PLACE WHERE THE PEOPLE WERE UNUSUALLY DEAR AND KIND
OUR NEIGHBORS WERE RELAXED AND UNSTRESSED; PEOPLE OF GOODWILL. IT WAS A CALM AND GENTLE LAND OF COWS AND CHEESE, SMALL FARMS, AND ROLLING HILLS
THOUGH ONLY FOR A WHILE, AWAY FROM THE WINDY CITY, WE MADE THIS OUR HAPPY HOME. LIKE THE PHEASANTS AND QUAILS WHO ROAMED, WE WERE PLACED THERE THOUGH NOT FOR LONG
ALTHOUGH OUR STAY IN THIS QUIET AND SETTLED LAND WAS BRIEF, AND SO SHORT A SEASON; THE GODLY PEOPLE WE MET AND LOVED, IMPRESSED OUR LIVES FAR BEYOND HUMAN REASON
WE WORKED WITH A MINISTRY FOR ADDICTS WHOSE LIVES WERE DEEPLY TROUBLED AND TORN. THESE LADIES OF THE STREET, LONGING FOR A BREAK, NEEDED A RETREAT FROM BAD SEED SOWN.
IN A FARM HOUSE ESTABLISHED BY LOVE, LADY ROSES BLOOMED, IN THE SHADOWS OF THE THORNS.
IN THIS QUIET AND HUMBLE COMMUNITY, A TRUE PLACE OF REFUGE, OUR FIRST CHILD WAS BORN. THIS IS WHERE OUR FAMILY BEGAN. IT WAS PAM’S PEACEFUL PLACE, AWAY FROM SIRENS AND LOUD HORNS. SOMEDAY, WE SHALL RETURN TO VISIT OLD FRIENDS, AND HAVE A BITE OF THAT WHITE SWEET CORN.
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1 Knocked to the Ground
There’s no bell, nor stars—
just bloody knees.
You haven’t thought of heaven or hell,
when you cursed the sneeze.
2 Ignoring the Obvious Cause
Using a whisk
to dust off the hole in your knees.
You’re a bigg’n
who straightens your back,
though your neck won’t
calibrate left, right or South.
3 Whoops
Why’d you fall on your whoopie
cushion? Tailbone thrashing
like a mermaid against the current.
Baleen curses - two-fisted.
4 Slowmo Recovery
No ambulance for your pride.
You scrutinize your shoes
for blubber, crap and scars.
5 Apex
The spreader was keen,
intelligent, even.
Theory of climbing
impeccable
but without horseshoes
and cheating
on your tippy-tippy toes
your nose meets
the grindstone of regret.
6 Watering the Grounds
The soil needs warm earth
and worms but they tend
to be off put by church.
Nothing learned…nothing gained.
7 Angels on High
Potluck’s not for you
but the scent of savory,
sweet and scrupulous
tantalizes.
8 Nest Egg
Wash yolk off your face.
Smile it’s sunny.
Tripping - tongue
says,”Oh my goodness.”
You chuckle
as you take a big bite
out of new life.
10/7/2021
To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. Eph 4:22-24 ESV
The wind whistles in the desert
The tumbleweed rolls freely
Stranded in the desert I am
Not a single movement is seen
Not even a sound is heard
My regency dress dances with the wind
I scream and shout for help
All in vain I give up
Alas! hope is restored
A caravan is seen from a far
Where was I?
Who are these people?
Barrage of questions filled my mind
Standing in front of me
Were the men from the caravan
Taken to the palace
A party was taking place
Dancing gracefully, I was
A shriek is heard
A soul has departed
Turmoil is evident
Trying to evade from the scene
Stopped by those who saved me
With a fatal bite
I breath my last
Sweating profusely, I wake up
Just another nightmare
One that felt real
All this I ignored
But the mark is seen
You’ve allowed me life and delivered me strong.
You highlight my path to where I belong.
You have cleansed my soul with your vitalizing blood.
I’ll never deserve your grace and love.
For all you have given there is nothing more that I need.
For you I will fight, for you I will bleed.
When the demons march from the pits of hell.
I’ll be waiting right here for your order to tell.
By light of day or the dark set of night.
I’ll go for the head so it can no longer bite.
Sure-footed and quick, graceful and strong.
I’ll prove my faith for with you I belong.
My soul I devote and lay at your feet.
I’ll be swift and true with every beat.
I kneel before you, the creator of man.
I’m forever grateful, because of you I am.
You tell me, "Baby, talk to me."
So I do, so faithfully.
I hand you every fragile part,
each hidden corner of my heart.
But while my soul begins to pour,
your eyes drift to that screen once more.
Mid-sentence you begin to speak
not to me, but to your weekly streak.
I stop.
I sigh.
I bite my tongue.
Another conversation left undone.
So then I write instead of speak,
because hope survives another week.
I send you messages, line by line,
each one saying, "Please... notice mine."
The next day, by a twist of fate,
I see your phone illuminate.
Thirty-two messages...
Unread.
Thirty-two pieces
of my heart left for dead.
Tell me now, what do you mean
when you say we should convene?
What communication do you seek
when you never hear me speak?
Should I build a character too?
Maybe then I'd matter to you.
I'll trade my tears for armor bright,
earn experience points every night.
Maybe if I fought a dragon's flame,
you'd finally remember my name.
Maybe if my heart had levels to gain,
you'd notice my invisible pain.
If my words mean next to nothing,
why keep asking for discussion?
Is "communication" just a chore,
a checkbox you've been keeping score?
Because here's the truth
and this much I know...
You hear me just fine
when your passion starts to grow.
Suddenly your eyes find mine.
Suddenly your timing's fine.
Suddenly your words are sweet.
Suddenly my heart's worth keeping.
So keep your game.
Protect your score.
Win every battle.
Collect every prize.
When the screen goes dark
and the room falls quiet,
I hope it's enough.
Because you've spent so long
choosing the world
inside your hand
over the woman
standing beside you.
So get used to the love
of that hand...
It'll be the only one
still waiting for you.
Mine
has finally
learned to let go.
Game over.
Another spring
Counting rings
No longer dark
Dog days wait, for their bark
Signaling life has been in bloom
And soon
A beautiful reality will arrive
You do not really die
Glorious sunshine
Photosynthesis dines
Fed well
From nature's magic spell
Can't you tell?
Arbor figure matures
Always sure
About wilderness’ door
No one ignores
Relaxed, whistling tunes
Branches dance and swoon
Turning everything green
Shade is an escape dream
Then things turn
Brown and burn
Chilling breeze sighs
Giving a ride
To the foliage who occupy
Twigs ready to say goodbye
Fall scheduled to begin
Giving the end
A win
Low temperatures chattering bite
Haunting the cool night
Crumbled leafs descend
Crinkling no bend
Completing their beauty rein
Realizing it's just a plants game
Meeting with the rake
Realizing the bag is ready to take
Them to the disposable bin
No need to call a next of kin
Since they will be shred
Rip and dead
Until spring
And another ring
Appears
Exclaiming the tree is here
Giving a reason
To celebrate each season
Letting the seeds
Do their deed
And grow more trees
Boy said, "Mom, they call me vampire at school
They treat me like dirt, they're very cruel
I'm tired of our name being dragged through the mud
Mom said, "Just shut up and drink your blood."
Mom asks Dad, "Where you headed tonight?"
Dad says, "Think I'll go out for a bite."
Mom gives him a wink and shows thumbs up
And says,"Just be back before the sun comes up."
The cold night air feels so invigorating
But the morning sun starts me disintegrating
When I get back, do you know what would excite me
Putting my face in your neck and you scream,"Bite me!"
When I get home, what will we have for dinner?
I hope it's not Mr. Miller, he's on blood thinner.
I'll stop by the graveyard before the break of day
To see what I can dig up along the way.
Let's enjoy each moment, they are so fleeting
If I were alive, my heart would be beating
I'll love you forever, no need to gloat
I can't wait to get my fang on your throat
She said "Oh, Darling, you make me insane.
I can feel the formaldehyde leave my vein
See the hole in ,y heart, the one you make
Not the one from the wooden stake.."
I remember the nights we'd watch Star Trek
Then you'd lean over and put two holes in my neck
And you'd say I love you but the last thing you did
Was kiss me good night and pull down the lid.
Nice and slow, I feel you coming on
Persistent, messy, though fragile
You are over me, under me, beyond me
Crushing my lingering patience,
So that it no longer lingers,
But putrefies
And all the while, I feel you coming on
Over me, under me, beyond me
You know you have planned this muddle
Organized, and poised, I did not take the bait
I became the bait
And you bit…by bliss you did bite
I was so afraid that your teeth were going to shatter…
Because I had been made by laboring stonemasons
Who were trained to reduce the most radiant of rock into devil
I was so hard-pressed in the ugliness
Though in that moment, you sank in, and deeply….
Over me, under me, and beyond me
You came onto me
And all the devil slammed into my being dissipated
Now I can barely stand without you…….
The magnetism of our union continues to intensify
For even patience has her prowl
And her rot is built on our magnum opuses