Long Bridge Poems
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Unrestrained, my essence glows between worlds,
in the deep tenderness of twilight
across a bridge, along a nebula gliding--
this ride held by the spirit of the wilderness,
a silence immense…
where light’s universe becomes
music to my soul -union
as the cradle of wellness... a trance almost,
expands in some universe not cornered
By winds drifting unto a meditative realm
with ease unmapped by this earthly compass:
I am at the risk of a heavenly touch... this wisdom
leading nothingness through a beautiful mystery--
There's no finality in this haloed splendor
only a discernment meeting the god within--
that from the bliss of solitude, noises hide me
in an inner sanctuary which honors peace ,
that finding my way, I am nothing but whole.
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7/27/2019
20 Titles from 20 Friends Contest of Richard Lamoureux
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Between Worlds—Pixie Dust
Tenderness of Twilight—Silent One
With Ease—Lou Loo
Beautiful Mystery—Frederic Parker
Finding my way--Richard Lamoureux
Nebula—Sunshine Smile
Touch—Rob Carmack
Splendor--Carrie Richards
Wisdom—Eve Roper
Universe—Gregory R Barden
Bridge—Victor Buhagiar
Hide Me—Kelly Deschler
The cradle—John Lawless
Cornered—Charlotte Puddiffot
A Trance Almost—Lawrence Sharp
Unrestrained—Paul Callus
Spirit of the Wilderness—Agnes Krampe
Music to My Soul-- Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
In the Deep--David Mohn
The Bliss of Solitude--Dear Heart
cigarettes burn
and you think it soothes your soul
candles do the same
but you don't think too much of them
two of a kind means
you've got one in mind dear
this is what if feels like
to lose everything
this is what it feels like
to be nothing at all
every mountain i climb
every hill i triumph
i wonder what it's all for
i wonder what's the purpose
you stand there pretending to be
someone i used to know
i used to think you're where it's at
i tried to save you from yourself
little river by the sea
there's no room for decency
two of kind means
you've fallen behind
this is what if feels like
to lose everything
this is what it feels like
to be nothing at all
every mountain i climb
every hill i triumph
i wonder what it's all for
i wonder what's the purpose
you think i'm some one else
as i sit here by myself
and i think of someone else
you stand there pretending to be
someone i used to know
but i think you're some one else
"a conversation with no one"
Form:
PLEASE
(Verse 1)
Lets put on a track
and let it play
Listen to what the beat say(say)
Listen to the drum the beat
Listen to the volume it speaks (speaks)
Go beyond the words
Get in your feelings(feelings)
Put your heart into this dealing(dealing)
You can reedit or revise
Lay it down
do it as if no ones around
Different genres lets choose it(choose it
Whatever you do don't stop the music(music)
(Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Don't base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop tbe music
(Verse 2)
Look at message
Is it clear
The music can they really hear(hear)
Or is it just a sound
Meanings of words no longer around
Now days all they take about is shooting taking other place
Even got a song out about getting a guy on the weekend
Its sad
The value of relationships have went bad
Its up to what you listen too
Some of it will have you
To change
and some will have you remain
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Bridge:Tell me you will
Tell me you can
Tell me you'll be more than
More than the music says
Or portrays , music still should be uplifting and nice today old school music should have value and still be displayed ( Repeat once)
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
11/25/2017
Two years ago I left New York,
to find my luck somewhere else,
and in Waterbury, Connecticut I settled in a ranch-house,
which overlooked middle-class homes
groping on verdant slopes;
the night stars may have shined
a little brighter than in Manhattan,
without a trace of pollution or smog,
but the harsh winters made me dream again
of living in the warm streets of wonderful New York!
As I step out of my car into Fifth Avenue, by the entrance,
old acquaintances welcome the sweet return of a New Yorker;
and unto Columbus Circle I run toward Central Park:
it used to be my park, and my dog loved it by barking lauder,
and over little bridges I jogged as he chased me fervently;
there was no day in which I felt lonely...to want to escape from this city!
Here all neighbors met and chatted with a kind of stylish accent...
that all tourists love and find it extremely attractive!
When I look up...there the Empire State Building
is one of the wonders of my glamorous city that never disappoints anyone;
even night can't put it to sleep with its gloom;
and holidays always decorate it with spectacular lights:
like the yellow-bright daffodils that begin to bloom...
as happy faces greet the sweet return of a New Yorker...
driving on the Brooklyn Bridge bound for the New Jersey shore!
O greatest city, let me begin to write an ode that your people will sing!
Other cities are certainly beautiful and captivating as this one,
but none of them can spark inside that something so special...
the breath-taking view of the sky-scrapes in the August' moonlight,
the gracious waves of the East River and the ships that glide up and down the harbor;
and in this spot I met my sweet-heart with eyes like a Virginia sky, and hair
so soft and as red as the cheeks of a stuttering, drunken man!
Lady of a mysterious night, you vanished as the summer'
dawn erupted from the ocean's deep to forever preserve your delicate beauty!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Staring out at the bridge
Empty was his fridge
In a United Kingdom dungeon
World crumbling
Canary needed attention
Wondering about pension
Off to Stamford he went
Figuring out how to pay the rent
When he arrived Chelsea honestly tried
And before the brake
A goal they did make
Leaving Canary with nothing
Except relegation while huffing
Then puffing
Keeping it close
Canaries did not roast
Dreaming a shot went through
Everything would be level between the two
It did not happen
And Canary returned home flapping
Pensioners gave the song birds a chance
To perform a shirtless dance
Leaving them with a thought
After they fought
Saying, “We are back on top
Not ready to stop
Winners of the lower division
More mature then those having high profile missions”
Next time when things are down and out
Remember this lesson to think about
Do something with that pension check
And tomorrow there could be successful respect
I feel it in the hush of twilight's gentle glow,
where spiritual shadows dance in whispers.
An intangible force, unseen yet sincere.
A magnetism from realms where ego dies.
A profound vision influencing my mind.
A divine devotion connecting my heart.
I search for your sacred bond to heal my heart.
To touch my soul in your ethereal glow.
To enlighten the dark chambers of my mind,
I seek you in distant stars, tired from whispers.
Their silent light reminds me hope never dies,
as the moon guides me upon a path sincere.
At dawn your persona spreads in views sincere.
Blessings from sweet perfume flowers ease my heart.
In the birth of a new bloom, angst from pain dies,
as mercy spreads in a vibrant pastel glow.
Your presence lingers in soft and wise whispers.
A source of compassion soothing a tired mind.
Your zen grace pull me close, transforming my mind.
Read your stories in scriptures with text, sincere.
Heard about your legend from scholar's whispers.
I crave for you to complete this boundless heart,
so I can ascend to dance in stardust glow.
Embraced by love, where inner growth never dies.
Oh, eternal beloved, the darkness dies,
as you mentor like a lantern in my mind.
In black skies, I feel your cosmic wholeness glow.
Lead me through life's winding maze to be sincere.
My spirit in alignment with soul and heart,
has a true higher purpose through your whispers.
May I, forever blossom through your whispers,
upon a quest where fulfilment never dies.
For the path you've laid is the bridge to my heart.
Selfless like the sun you bring warmth to my mind,
as your rays transcend in messages, sincere.
I surrender to your pure mystical glow.
I'm a verse written from your poetic mind.
A flutist playing a flute in tunes, sincere.
A mouthpiece resembling your magnetic glow.
Birth: the first step to journey’s end.
We cannot travel and pretend
That our paths will be all straight
And leave the helm to luck, not faith.
There will be chasms full of gloom
Where evil spirits hide and loom
The eerie feelings forecast doom
And wide-eyed flowers do not bloom;
There will be dangers hard to count
So many mountains to surmount
The angry waves will roll and pound
While furious winds despoil the ground
The weary feet will turn to lead
It will be hard to forge ahead.
But are we going to give in
To the backstabbing from within
Become a prey to currents’ might
Or beat retreat and take to flight?
Oh no my friend! That’s not the way
To reap the fruit of our stay
On this domain where life must rise
Above the slime; so let’s be wise
To turn defeat into a win
To put a stop to faults and sin
To change the darkness into light
To not submit without a fight
To find the means to learn to cope
So that we travel on with hope
Till when we give the final breath
We cross the bridge to life, not death.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 16/03/2014
Contest: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Placing: 1st
Bridges of the past crossing my mind
reminding me of leisure rides, once mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
fresh as linen by the covet of the sea;
Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand
swaddled with the cautery and charms;
A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.
Your joy is my sorrow
Your happiness is my pain
And my shame is your gain
I just cannot hold back the tears any longer
It streams sacredly down my wounded face
My heart is as hard as an iron and my
spirit is as bold as a lion
You intend to crush me to pieces
With all your useless devices
Human dabbling in my tired flesh
And my online activities you sabotage to death
You send strangers in the house to torment me
You study my every move
with car lights bleeding from the roof
I thought I could hold out a little longer
But no I have to obey my master
You suck my blood like a vampire
And you harass me as though you were my mother
I am somebody's child you know
And deep down inside I have a soul
A soul bonded with the depth of the earth
Searching for a path to break out
I stand on the heightened bridge and view the
city within I see crossing roads and
long lines and people stumbling inside
Many battles have been fought
Many battles were lost
And many battles have been won
Now the road is twisting and turning
and something has intercepted my journey
But a fiery dart came along
and replenish my broken path
I am moving but I don't know where I am going
I am moving but I don't know where I am staying
They don't deserve my sympathy
much less my tender mercy
I water the earth with my tears
Whose crust have been dried up for years
The trees have been bruised and scorched
But no one seems to care
I am moving so let me go
I am moving to get peace and tranquility
My Childhood Home
My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.
Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces;
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third floor not used but built with parkay floors
and doors that opened to small balconies.
Off the front door, a porch wrapped 'round two sides...
was like a fairy tale when I was young.
Such lovely grounds; garage with two horse stalls
and covered sleigh with velvet seats of red.
White gravel paths with gardens either side;
the rolling lawn, majestic tall pine trees
and rippling stony brook below the hill.
My childhood home fulfilled my childhood dreams–
so happy there with my dear family.
Until I married, it was home to me.
And since home now is not too far from it–
I often pass the site of my old house.
On left, before I pass under the bridge
that sprawls across the Hudson River now–
the empty view brings sadness to my heart.
To build that bridge they tore my old home down–
the only house to make this sacrifice–
The vision of my childhood home is gone.
As I ride by I feel them wave to me...
the ghosts of past, and my dear family.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Enchanted House
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 05/23/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Judged: 10/17/2015
Note: Newburgh-Beacon Bridge was completed and opened in November 1963
New York State claimed our home via eminent domain and purchased it in 1960