Long Blotting Poems
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Delete means to eliminate by blotting out,
Acceptance means to receive willing,
To make your favorite,
Which one should you do,
That’s up to you,
If someone says to you,
You can’t do this or that,
What should you do,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
But accept the consequence of which one you choose,
I tried to do that, it’s impossible,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
You never going to be anything in life,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
I can never forgive him or her,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
I have always done it this way,
Not going to change now,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you.
God called you who you are,
Believe and receive,
Delete or accept,
Faith joy victory is mine,
Do you believe and receive,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
He who guards his mouth and his tongue,
Keeps his soul from trouble,
Delete or accept,
That’s up to you,
But accept the consequence of what you do,
Delete, delete, delete,
Accept, accept, accept,
What should you do,
That’s up to you.
How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets
How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets,
for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope
And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry
And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye
till work is rest and boredom besets…
Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory
I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!"
You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody
without breaking a song
So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be
Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities
Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory
Now how would you say, dappled in ideas
That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall
And now how would you say, given the seas
You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call...
"That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."
In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory,
Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts,
Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless realms
That embraced my young soul, offering a stage for the great symphony of the earth,
The seasons playing in their fullness, like an orchestra under the baton of destiny.
Expanses of grass spread wide, calling bare feet to explore,
Tall trees, green sentinels, their branches forming secret forts,
Old sheds whispered stories of bygone years, with their timeworn tools and dusty relics,
Woven into the fabric of history, echoes of times long past.
In the corners of the garden, bathed in filtered light, nature’s treasures opened up—
Ripened tomatoes under a benevolent sky, corn standing with modest pride,
Clusters of grapes growing cool under the arching vines, their sweet darkness
Bursting in the mouth of an eager child, nectar trickling down sticky cheeks.
The velvety skin of apricots and peaches, nectar flowing deliciously,
Fresh eggs discovered early in the morning by wandering hens,
These backyards, sanctuaries of innocence, absorbed the pains of childhood like blotting paper,
Offering solace and escape, transforming into theaters of fantasy.
Sheriffs patrolling dusty towns, princesses in golden towers,
Summer days baptized by the arching spray of sprinklers,
An icy challenge for small feet, water games and genuine laughter.
But, like all enchanted realms, this too faded,
As the borders of backyards shrank,
And the call of distant lands became irresistible,
Restless spirits ventured further, leaving behind their Eden,
Breaking the delicate spell of beginnings, to chase destinies beyond the garden gate.
Thus I grew with dreams and yearnings, living and learning, always seeking
That infinite sequence of perfect moments, where the soul longs to rest,
In the gardens of yesteryear, where every moment was imbued with magic,
And innocence bloomed in every shady corner, under the sun of eternity.
If You Live By The Sword
Then You Die By The Sword
How do you explain that to a child?
Do on to others as they do on to you.
An audience in the trees
gleamed upon the sight
darkening the light
blotting out the sun.
Nesting birds departing
upward flight,
dancing images
of children's play
in a sandbox
in the shady shadow.
Toys round them
all colors and shapes.
A drop of sand in a dump truck
another in a red bucket;
it made contagious laughs
with occasional exceptions
lost tempers,
sand flies
toys fly.
Isolation
or
integration.
We're the pearls of wisdom.
Play nice
or
get hurt with your actions.
The sunshine through the roaring clouds.
Rain drops brought deject day,
Bathed the children in feted glee.
Friends helped each other gather toys.
From play-time and cheerful day
to gather back with promises sweet,
another day of feted glee.
12/9/2019
not for the contest "to long"
Light and darkness clearly opposites
within two spiritual realms
such contrast between the two
split down the middle to be true
There's no truth like God's truth
for it rules with authority divine
look out to see its shining light
so clear being from the vine
This world loves to tell lies
sinfulness brings utter disgrace
which ultimately means death
guilty the verdict on their case
Spiritual vision required so much
seeing eternally for God's glory
God's gift of imputed righteousness
makes salvation a wondrous story
Spiritual darkness comes pitch black
blotting out any light there at all
the arch-enemy loves to keep us dark
full of evil that results in the fall
("Beloved, I am writing you no new commandment, but an old commandment that you had from the beginning. The old commandment is the word that you have heard. At the same time, it is a new commandment that I am writing to you, which is true in him and in you, because the darkness is passing away and the true light is already shining. Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. Whoever loves his brother abides in the light, and in him there is no cause for stumbling. But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes.")
1 John 2: 7-11 ESV
The crystal ball snow pierced
the biting autumn wind;
parting the dancing, curled, brown leaves,
as they leapt across the lurid landscape.
Jack-o-lanterns and ruby red mums shivered.
Scarecrows on their crossed pickets,
leaned precariously against bales
of salt marsh hay, wafting in the gale.
Remnants of the verdant summer’s
autumnal greenery,
beat the black clouds, blotting the weak,
white light of noon.
Shards of light pricked the haze
adding a dreamlike effect
day….night….
The world awaited Samhain’s Eve.
Snow fell frantically from the firmament
fighting to coat the last of the
pink cone flowers.
And the world was full of the scent of cider and cinnamon.
He saved my life, bid me "Repent"
My sins then on His cross were sent
I could not hide before His eyes
No way to pay, the cost too high
A Righteous Judge, though sinner I
"I knew Him not", my alibi
He owed me not one bloody cent
But on my debt, His blood was spent
I could not pay the heavy cost
Broken, hopeless, lonely...lost
In His light, my darkened soul
Washed in His blood, He paid my toll
Bridging the divide for me
I was blind, He made me see
He is the Way,
To Victory
He Is the King
A throne to rule
The debt of sin
He paid in full
The Lord is not slow concerning his promise, as some regard slowness, but is being patient toward you, because He does not wish for any to perish but for all to come to repentance. ~ 2 Peter 3:9
He who covers his sins will not prosper, But whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy. ~ Proverbs 28:13 NKJV
Repent, then, and turn to God, so that He will forgive your sins. ~ Acts 3:19
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
~ Ephesians 2:8-9 (KJV)
“Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross;”
~ Colossians 2:14 (KJV)
9 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
~ Revelation 5:9 (KJV)
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my moon and my sun
At night, I have no sleep
Since your beautiful body is not there
Mine stayed very cold
In the absence of your warmth
Too far from happiness.
When you leave
I do not sing
I am late
Slow is my stepping
It's death
My thoughts are on you, on you
Everything annoys me under the roof
It's my sun that's not there
It's my moon that slips away
And it's the exodus of my hope
Under the non-starry vault in the evening.
Love, you see
That I love you with passion
You are my treasure, my good
You're the one who gives me the way
To live with the greatest respect
In an atmosphere of love and peace.
Love, when you leave
My pen is weeping
I'm scared, I'm dying
And I drink like a bibulous sleeve.
P.S. Translation of “Amour Quand Tu Pars” by
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © December 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
By 11, I thought I'd have it down by 15,
But by 16 and a sour sunday morn,
And daisy chains foiled into the moor,
And hands that tighten but ne'er lighten,
Hands that strangle, stitch, and liven.
Of ties that wrangle, withhold, hang o'er the handle,
And toe-tipp'd kisses of kids with scissors,
Incisions of misses by razors and flesh fissions.
And slaps of fathers that formed tender swine,
borne a brat, t'tender the bar o'wine,
And quaint affections that form'd none conscience. Greyed,
spurned eyes grown affray, blotting boils and sores, and
Loaned love t'be lost along the way.
And all ails of child, trebled the gall of blackened bile, tendrils of
Denial t'caress the carcass, and withdraw.
E'er unsupervised in sullied superstition, bled to th'core of frailing admonition,
And hitched a hind of loops and bunnies,
Ne'er t'tie and stead, but t'tumble into the rabbit.
O curs'd the cocoon in biblical serpentine,
O'riddles and remedies, and stewards in cemeteries,
Led to call and sit and stew,
Waiting, waiting, and awaiting
Sunday grace anew.
And sixteen drawls in th'stench of wine,
And sixteen sings the sickly hymm and diagnostic chime,
Of the flatline.
And sixteen awaits the mellow Monday morn.
And sixteen waits 'till there is none left t'mourn.
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An audience in the overhanging trees
glean upon the sight darkening light appease.
Free spirit blotting out the sun shortly ease;
dancing image in the shady shadow seize.
Glean upon the sight darkening light appease;
nesting birds departing and upward release.
Dancing image in the shady shadow seize.
with the assist of teasing most fickle breeze.
Nesting birds departing and upward release
reaching out to touch the outspread wings ~ shall please,
with the assist of teasing most fickle breeze.
as they cry breaking the angst silence unease.
Reaching out to touch the outspread wings ~ shall please,
free spirit blotting out the sun shortly ease;
as they cry breaking the angst silence unease
an audience in the overhanging trees.
12/19/2019
resubmitted poem on 10/17/2020
A Monorhyme Pantoum
An Audience, was inspired by the birds that are always singing day and night in the tree in front of my bedroom window. It is written in a Pantoum form using all same sound rhyming words called Monorhyme.
The name of my book is called
Rhapsody of Poems Copyright 2020
An Audience is found on page 90 in the book.
Front Cover is an oil painting called “Tea Party” painted by me in 2014.
My daughter-in-law modeled for the painting. I dedicated the book to my loving husband that passed on August 29, 2018.
The book contains a variety of short stories and poems, in the forms of Free Verse, Rhyme, Abecedarian, Quatrain, and others.