Long Bringing Poems
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Beachfront resort, gloriously soothing palms, a sunlit heavenly warm loving paradise.
Vacation dream, enhanced by sweet friendship of Grandma Lil, who gives advice.
That does not have to be followed, as she does not care, she throws it out, liberally.
Fully distracted by the beach and her chunky sweet peanut butter which makes us nibbly.
Grandma Lil has been here since the beginning, watching the neighbors, urging them to her porch.
She honors her ancestors, by bringing peace and joy to the island, as powerful as a tiki torch.
It is a splendid day, celebrated by neighbors near and far, as they wander up, basking in niceness.
Blessed are the neighbors and friends drinking the tangy lemonade, with oodles of iceness.
A puppy or two is bouncing around with the children, all delighted by water and sand combo.
Drums sound off, on the other side of the island, I smile, thinking of Grand Uncle Mombo.
Mombo was the kindest relative ever, a celebrated hero, a man with a mission, but now in heaven.
He used to set the mood for these yearly reunions, with his warm laugh, and his children seven.
They do not come any more, as this place makes them too sad, and he has been gone a short time.
A festival of sorts, celebratory, in spite of his loss, the rest of the relatives continue to dine.
We tell stories, and laugh and sing and play with gladness that he had blessed us with his presence.
Knowing that someday his grandchildren will wander onto the porch, with their grandpa essence,
And Grandma Lil will know, as she has that kind of mind and she will encircle them with love.
And we will be waiting, to celebrate his life once again, to honor the man with the heart of a dove.
I didn’t know
I didn’t know your touch
Weary days of overcast thoughts
fill the hours with empty longings
Collections of petals for counting
she loves me, she loves me not
Wandering the world,
taking each day as it comes
Blinded by destinations,
desolate highways of dotted line futures
I didn’t know your smile
When eyes opened,
drenched in fate’s promises
Marigold fields whispered
on calling breezes
Shifting sunlight shadows
leading a desperate direction,
tempting my senses,
pulling me towards my every dream
I didn’t know your love
But it was there,
lingering on the horizon,
forming ripples in my heart,
caressing my skin
A constant feather tickling,
bringing happiness to a questioning man,
wondering if I should believe,
would it ever come
I only knew that I needed you
Then when you arrived
the truth became clear
As if I knew you all along,
the mirror of my existence,
that piece of me that was missing
I didn’t know your touch, your smile or your love,
I only knew that I needed you
and now I know I was right
Fluffy tailed rodents chasing rings around trees
Cool air, bringing a realism with harsh new breeze
Leaves redressed in yellows, oranges, golds and reds.
Nothing but brown ugly things in my flower beds.
Autumn is here, tooting her coronet about winter.
The wood on the porch is rotten, the edge has splintered.
Jackets and sweaters are searched for, I discover my old blue.
Mittens are almost never a match, you find one, but not two.
Fall is a reminder that the world is tensing up for snow.
Frost and sleet, ice on the roads, hope you do not have far to go.
I scrunch down in my chair surrounded by fluffy fleece.
Eating warm foods like potatoes with gravy made with grease.
Misunderstood.
You know I've got nothing to say,
But still you're reading this anyway.
You think you might miss out on something;
Well peace be unto you and have a nice day.
I need to show love; I still have stars inside my mind.
Who knows? Maybe she will like what I write.
I will try to be precise and never say exactly what I mean to say;
Love is everything to me, so be on your way
And have a good life, if you are bringing hatred to my door.
Because I don’t have enough empathy left to waste on someone like you.
Call me what you want and think you know the score.
Do what you want to do and I'll do what I can do.
I am for real, morning and night;
I like what I write and what I am doing.
I am obsessed with a love I can never have in my sights.
Say what you want about my words;
I will continue to write and I will not be suing.
People have opinions and your thoughts are right;
Even if you don’t like my poetry, you still have my love.
I love what I do and these are my thoughts that I write;
So judge me, hate me, or love me.
Say what you like, but never be misunderstood.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray
Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the mind
Blowing in like a blustering wind
with wicked words bringing them fame
of being labeled 'Keyboard Bullies'
Isn't that a repugnant name?
There's nothing casual about the pain
their cryptic cruelty causes, nor the disdain
Odious is the stench of ogres in the game they play
Beasts who feast on innocent folks
With a guileful grin they wound with keystrokes
Shots fired from wolves in sheep's clothing
They're gnashing teeth bite with loathing
Poisoned seeds of malice they sow
cawing to anyone who listens when they crow
With a nit-picking beak or crooked finger pointing,
they appoint themselves kings and queens,
then squat on a throne by self-anointing
Pathetic fools dwelling in a state of pretense
whose level of narcissism and bullying is immense
Sharpened are their tongues and pens used as tools
Quick to throw a gauntlet upon the ground
at what they presume is weak quarry
but how speedily they bay like injured hounds
when a righteous eye looks in their direction
Intimidation is a hallmark of their imperfection
The white flag wavers are filled with ire
Waffles, covering themselves in sweet syrup talk
claiming they're the victim. What a crock!
Their feet should be held in the fire
No one should be a casualty of their cruelty
Disparaging others is a painful assault
The fault of aggressors who crave attention
Keyboard bullies causing conflict and dissension
Living in their dark world... the cyber dimension
Confidence,a radiant aura that defines him
Even whilst holding dear Jes playing a tune on a whim
It exudes and transcends his playing flaws until-
All you can hear turns symphonic like Beethoven
And his candidness,with each string,becomes proven
Laudable,is his love and passion for music
A true love of a jealous kind covering up like a tunic
Rare as a four leaf clover,a gift from God that makes-
The sound of his voice melt any frozen heart
And bring harmony and laughter to a world torn apart
Illustrious,like the great Achilles born to Thetis and Peleus
His percussive skills reflect the nature of his muse
Bringing unique blends of sound to greats like Hamilton-
Even Lira and Victor can testify to his idiosyncrasy
That which makes his sound distinguished and classy
Fastidious,a trait that echoes in his work and mannerism
'By the blood' is evidently a show of this perfectionism
Though he carries his talent in a humble manner-
He expresses himself with great felicity
Not forgetting that grand touch of simplicity
Fearless,he valiantly navigates his gift in a foreign land
Grabbing opportunities whilst gaining the upper hand
Though fearsome he may be when faced with commitment-
Love abides in him,he strives to achieve the dream
Knowing within that he is music,and music is him...
The Christian believer is fully blessed
having been called a child of God
knowing you are privileged above all
from the heart, praise to shed abroad
Consider deeply God's love for us
those who have sinned in every way
but yet God still shows us His great love
a perfect love that won't ever go away
This love moves God to redeem
His chosen people to be His very own
which took Jesus, God's son, to Calvary
to shed His own blood, our sin to atone
This redemption takes us even higher
to be with Jesus in His exalted state
as His priests forever in His kingdom
bringing glory to God at heaven's gate
Loved, redeemed and exalted
this is God's blessed picture
to His saints on this earth
revealing God's permanent fixture
("and from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, 6and hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. ")
Revelation 1: 5-6 (KJV)
ALL IN A DAY
When the moon and the stars are bright,
everything seems to be all right.
We tend to sleep tight through the night.
Although, morning starts after midnight.
For most people, morning starts at dawn;
however, when the sun rises is the norm.
The dark sky may turn from sky blue to azure sky.
The rising sun reflects pinkish hue in the morning sky.
The birds are tweeting or a song bird chirping.
The morning breeze makes the leaves ruffling.
Day light is spent doing daily activities or working,
while the sun continues to mesmerize by glittering
the sea and bringing about magnificent colors of red,
orange, gold as it sets and the vividness is spread.
The evening comes, as daily activities wind down.
Darkness falls welcoming the night, the time to lie down.
10/16/20 Collaboration With The Silent One Silent One
The end of the world is now nigh
the signs are all clear in the sky.
With tempest and storm
and tsunamis that warn
of disasters that leave all forlorn.
When the earth says enough is enough
and nature decides to play rough.
Devastation will reign
bringing slaughter and pain
awash with the blood of the slain.
So please heed the words that I say
and have fun while you can every day.
With fun, zest and zeal
find the joy you can steal
before meeting the earth’s final deal.
Let’s face up to our fate with a prayer
although we are faced with despair.
If we pray to our God
he may just spare the rod
letting you in with a wink and a nod.
Ivor G Davies
I remember those summer nights of warm caresses
when father used to stand on the balcony and point
at those beautiful stars, full of stardust and shine
The way the breeze seemed to whisper to the trees
bringing over, a touch of melancholy and morose
making the morning glories close to heavens ope
Every songbird of daytime would perch and rest
as the fireflies flitted like the lanterns of night
bringing brightly lit smiles in a summer's eve
I remember the nights warm and true as we shared
a moment or two, before bedtime's renew
the pride in his eyes the look on his face
I remember everything I said to him that night
beneath the fantastical blue moon light
we were like to angels, gliding taking flight .
March 14, 2019