Long Brilliance Poems
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A good sense of humour blunts the sharp blades
Lifting a heavy heart, making our burden fades
Permanent or temporary, it’s facial muscles' relaxant aid
Bringing joy and laughter, keep it as a precious jade!
Humour is anti-stress, a powerful medicine in life
A priceless cream to cure our cuts from trial’s knife
When some difficult circumstances come rife
Exchange humour with someone to cope, forget any strife.
Humour only interferes… alleviating boredoms
Strengthens neurons, gives us brilliance and wisdom
As facial muscles stretch from smiles, we can overcome
Some problems pass while sense of humour is our chum.
When our sense of humor weakens or runs-out
Ask AI’s help, watch reels, takes things light, don’t pout
Our own facial expressions can even make some humors sprout
To keep the world laughing, always be ready like a scout!
Our stories are different
We travel different paths
You go toward the rainbow
While I plod a forest trail
You move through the storms
While rain leaves me feeling
Cold and alone, like I need to
Find shelter from the elements
Our stories are different
We seek a different world
You seek the light of sun and song
While I pursue a challenging thought
Melancholy assuring me that I have
All I need to reach my goals
Pass my tests and face my trials
With assurance that I abide
In the hope that colors my world
With hues of kindness and love
Our stories are different, yet
We both long for our dreams
To come to life on the end of a faith
That falls from our souls, reaching
Down toward our spirits and believing
Grace will call softly through the winds
Whispering inspiration and creativity
Singing songs of tenderness and gentleness
Breathing passion into every part of the heart
Growing a simplicity that beckons for light
Which captures the truth in its brilliance
Our stories are different, yet
We each long for the laughter and praise
That leads us toward joy that stays
Alive through the end of each day
Leaves us sure that we have what it takes
To sigh in silence… breathlessly
Dreams which heal every pain
And spark a twinkle in the eyes of those
Who know that this love living within us
Is a love that brings true serenity
Our stories are different
Yet they remain the same
Tales of convictions that crave
The light that smiles through the heart
Piercing the darkness with assurance
Forcing all the worries from the thoughts
And reminding us why we have it all
If we have the One who gave us life
And continues to abide on the inside
Our stories are tales of thanks to Him
Who created us and gave us the opportunity
To share in His grace and His love
With faith that believes beyond the prayer
And promise that warrants all our best
Because we can know that we have the chance
To reach out and paint our world
In inspiration that comes from above
A wonder that comes from knowing the Son
Who was sent to us by a God who is LOVE
Gathered among lovely nymphs, whose grace shines brightly like eternal stars
Their vibrant essence lingers, embracing radiantly,
In the dream-laden air, does my love pursue only a fleeting vision?
My uncertainty, an ancient veil of darkness, now reaches its peak.
In the quiet branches that linger faithfully, in enduring woods,
Alas, I too have presented myself as a false and grand ideal.
Should we then speak of these maidens whom you hold in sight,
Do they mirror the deep desires that haunt your senses' flight?
One, a deceptive illusion of purity, cold and chaste like tears,
Yet the other, full of sighs and warmth, a stark contrast to the world?
No! Through lazy reveries, stifling the gentle rise of morning,
No waters flow, except those that my flute's soft murmur conjures.
To the grove, with melodies sprinkled like a gentle rain,
Where my twin pipes play swiftly, untouched by the limits of the horizon.
Oh shores of Sicily, in tranquil marshes I am lost,
Vanity contends with the brilliance of the sun, at such a cost.
Silent beneath shimmering blooms, let me thus narrate,
Of reeds I cut and tamed, when behold! From a distant vineyard's gate,
A creature as pure as snow descends upon the verdant glow,
A prelude soft as pipes, like swans in flight bestow.
All inert things burn in this warm, languid hour,
Unaware of how they fled the captivating power of desire.
Now awake, primal urge, beneath the ancient flood's embrace,
Lily! Your innocence in your gaze, true amidst the grand pace.
But beyond this sweet nothingness, beneath their brief kiss,
My heart, untouched by proof, reveals a profound mystery.
Let it be! For in the reeds we play, under the azure sky,
Turning cheeks to tremble, dreams take flight.
To amuse the beauty around, with notes that weave and sway,
Between the dream and song, love's whispers softly play.
The ALGORITHM had its day
Causing mass confusion, disgust with foul play
The day a waste of time unless generously used
As an activist for social change much more amused
The algorithm has its weekly picks
Causing alarm to its own members politics
Pausing are moments of awareness of harm
Losing its confidence and poetry charm
Enabling cruelty upon its own community
Does not readily afford cavalier immunity
The buzzing annoyance is seen only weekly when
For a poem’s brilliance earning them an honor chosen
Not sympatico to spare any feelings
On the contrary these are dirty dealings
Unshared is what has been tossed in the soup
Manipulation meant for unsuspecting, driven by a coup
A group of troublesome lifers who cawk and complain
Hurtful and shameless with nothing more to give or gain
It’s they who buzz around the clock in the broth bowl
Denial of words mirrored and who love-on as the troll
It’s what keeps them afloat and this for not long
Theirs's a sinking ship—prolonged
Let not the poet’s freedom of speech this be of
‘What’ the poetry site is willing to preach hereof
Not a good look
A possible hook?
Keep the sagas flowing
Fueling of hatred showing
Bringing to the spotlight what he/she dictates
Hiding ‘hind algorithms inhabited by humanoid hate
A poetry site's admin throws itself into the mix
Whether it be a lesson Or just for kicks
It shows mistrust, question, and doubt
Really this what it be, about
By its accidental-exacting choice
This reality is the true voice
Knowledge and wisdom are quite important,
They are like the sun that shines so radiant;
The brilliance is like a gold that glitters,
Unceasingly worked by toiling teachers.
Gain understanding to see in the dark,
Having it is not a walk in the park;
Possessing prudence will truly take time,
One will spend money or a lot of dime.
Acquisition of values, skills, and wit
Is processed in the classroom bit by bit;
Educational methods are training,
Research, discussion, and storytelling.
An outstanding owl sees what others can't;
To this bird the night is clear and brilliant;
Turning black into bright is so awesome,
The essence of true knowledge and wisdom.
In the forgotten garden of my heart, you are the fresh flower that blooms,
A friend who lights my paths when storms caress my soul,
No matter how many winds blow, you are the unmovable rock in time,
Beside me always, like a lighthouse in an ocean troubled by dreams and shadows.
You know me in my deepest, most hidden depths, like an open book,
You support me through hells and lift me when the world extends its claw,
Remind me of my worth when doubt drowns my gaze,
You are the ray of light piercing the fog, guiding my steps toward dawn.
In a world where smiles are masks and friendships often fade,
You remain steadfast, loving me for who I truly am, without masks,
You are the one who knows every detail, the jokes, and shared dreams,
You have seen my brilliance and did not turn away when fear enveloped me.
Through laughter and tears, through challenges that come, steadfast as rocks,
I know I have someone who guards my path, wherever the wind may take me,
And when the years pass, and the world dances around us, ever-changing,
This friendship will remain a love that will always be true and pure.
Where can home be found,
when mother can’t pick up the phone?
I follow her in patchwork,
until I see her brilliance,
once again, in heaven.
happiness wrap me in a queen-sized quilt,
with love’s vagabond stitches
and perfect peace of mind.
I’m like a wandering gypsy without
a home
still, my dad
does care for the sick.
The exchange, of my mom’s compassionate
and push-away arms and
her plum-personality,
for my dad’s smile.
I get all wrapped up in that, too -
the even, zigzag stitches, like glue.
3/29/2022
We all know at least one from down by the bay
A downer-frowner who likes to pout all day
We call ours Eeyore, after the depressed donkey
Winnie Pooh, Christopher Robin and Tigger’s friend, is he.
He pouts because it is rainy weather
He is annoyed by the brilliance of the sun
He is holding a grudge forever
Against more than twenty-one
In 1969 she borrowed my pencil and never gave it back.
The annoying banter of this guy has my neck hairs off the track.
I want to say “Do not pout about stuff that happened in ’84.”
That is the day his wife and her lover sneaked out his grouchy door.
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
Scenes flash past before my mind’s eye!
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Large celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens’ mysterious rim
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
“Welcome to the clan of blessed bards”!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a thousand lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!
Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled,
I woke up from the drowsiness of a dream!
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There are things I take to the Lord
Little things – sometimes more
Important things, like pain and sorrow
Whispers of insight, melancholy
Darkness and dread, joy’s caress
A longing, a hope, a dream of the best
There are memories, inklings, visions
Reminders of light that I might have left
Behind me, shimmering like sun or stars
Laughing to be praising Him with all their
Might, coloring the heart in hues of faith
Peace and inspiration, a song of pure grace
Some things are huge, bigger than I could say
Life changing thoughts – inspirational truths
Lingering promises that come from the spirit
Wisdom and strength caressing the naked feelings
With serenity and sensitivity, an abundance
Of breathless imaginings to brighten the world
There are reasons I can’t possibly explain
That I pray for His love to penetrate like rain
Nourishing the laughter, the kindness, the praise
That is nurtured by this faith so alive it displays
A grace beyond picturing, a grace that is intense
Penetrating the very heart with its fervent gift
There are thoughts that I take to my Father
He always listens and continues to guide me
Through the shadows and doubts, the dread
That sometimes fills me with fear and brings
A tender tear… to haunt my soul with sorrows
Leave me wondering about what comes tomorrow
There are hues of inspirational wonders
Feelings that bless, thoughts to ponder
Gifts of prayer and faith that is aware
Our hearts and our souls are God’s favors
Silencing our worries and filling us with
Creativity, brilliance, a muse so amazing
There are hearts that pour out hope
Souls that empty minds of all disquiet
Light up the darkness with imagination
Read through the poetry of the spirit
Dispelling all fear and awakening sincere
Appreciation of God who is our guide
There are reasons I can’t possibly reveal
Truths to be told, answers that unfold
The warmth of a blessing, the gratitude
The gratefulness of a soul who knows
God is the answer – He is the only hope
He is the master of everything we know
God is the only One to cover us in love
Love so amazing it shines like the stars above
And reminds our spirits to fly like a dove!