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On the day of your birth, joyous or tragic at the girth.
With sun or light, opportunity gains flight.
The moon or night, once begun always a fight.
A choice to make, a path to take, to find your way night or light.
Signs along the way, though in plain sight have no sway.
Words and actions unmatched, alludes balance and remains detached.
By the time a connection is made, aged and tired we begin to fade.
Born to die, lived a lie.
2
A death begins, with truly no end, regardless of the course.
The start as well, has no tell, of what life contains, within it’s well.
Seek to find in this grind, a way, a path, a place.
Where peace at last has finally cast a role, a sign, a space.
For time has no friends, it’s always there at the end.
Do the best, pass the test, meet every challenge.
When this is so, the time will go, like the tides ebb and flow.
In the same way , make every day a death that can never stay.
3
Remember when the days begun, fiery like the midday sun.
Battles fade and wars won,
Heated by words and deeds fired by our own guns.
In a time of no fear never knowing what was dear.
All things gained and nothing lost
leaving someone else to pay the cost.
Like this is not the way, to waste this precious day.
In the end we all pay at the end that’s all to say.
But to realize before begun, a job that must be done.
For born are we to die, living when we know the reason way.
Die we all do, return to dust we will.
Taking nothing when we go leaving everything for life’s show.
So the question remains,
Born to die or live and know why.
4
In the brew when we begin, never knowing till the end.
What, will we become, when our time, here is done.
Lead your’s through stress and stiff or glide with glee as joy fills your life.
Regardless of the circumstances as we enter life’s stage
We alone will or won’t choose to play the roles life has paved.
It’s not a fight when we begin, we know it all and can do it all too.
Toward the middle we start to wonder, if we shoulda...,
A fleeting thought because another distraction comes along.
Before you know it, the time is gone.
You sit and think, you ask why.
As you think you realize, like a brand new light bulb, Bright.
It shine, you see on the places and seeds,
you chose thus far not to go or sow.
Your at the middle and again you choose.
You now know, what will you do?
Form:
January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening
Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter
for mass communication
mediums stop the presses
when I, a regular schlemiel
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop
(no less than once a week)
of straggly follicles, and commence
to dispense with the heady eco system
viz rare crop of flora and fauna
(some rank as endangered species)
rub and band together
to scratch envy of
flaky key neigh bring ponytails
and create quite an niche,
and where also can be found
lousy knit wit vendors ready to scalp
and give shaft to razor sharp purveyors,
who mane lee scout out available
head and shoulder room to nap
without a stir, tub bed down
(praying Holy Scott no wash out
nor Harris mint occurs),
or burrow vis a vis,
where subcutaneous porous droplet size
watership down pieces
of prime residence found
counting one mister comb lee
bald bold faced realtor
amidst competing rival
bulb buss Edward scissorhands
(with knot to heavy a price toupee)
affianced to rapunzel,
whom he sheared split ends
as her barber of civil,
one dapper dander ruff dude to offer
lice cent shuss insects a tonsured
cut above other stylish habitués
preferring to fraternize,
glad-hand, and hobnob
amidst a cluster of big wigs
housed by yours truly - Samson
in gleaming puffy pompadour
pads tightly secured
with the best dreadlocks,
which harum-scarum
green barrettes serve
as first line of rinse able defense
IdentityGuard (with franchisee
Bob O Link averse to split hairs, but fierce
as a Mohawk and ring leader
to protect any curl of mine)
waving away intruders,
who if insist tubby persistent
and tangle with fate
cannot expect camaraderie
from buzz cutting crew i.e. the fuzz
to give expletive filled lathering,
severe shame poo wing subjugation
plus an up braiding experience),
and teach stragglers
they will suffer
a real perm in hint bang up job
if they brazenly brush
against brylcreem of the crop
rooted as rightful heirs
(hairs) of tousled doo mane,
thus concludes my tail.
Postscript: Yours truly
an aging long haired
seventh generation pencil neck geek
finds ultra joy when
volunteering for kitchen duty,
hence imagine the hypothetical picture
portraying Geico caveman
mimicking pseudo dawn of humanity.
EDDIE MARS AND THE SOLAR WINDS
The biggest band in Lisburn and fronted by Eddie Mars
A guy who could play anything, on his collection of guitars
On vocals, Charlie Venus, who was the joker in the pack
He played his fender tele' through a great big marshall stack
On bass was Johnny Neptune, with his yellow platform shoes
He harmonized on vocal, a disciple of the blues
The keyboards were delivered, by Hector Mothership
He worshipped things electrical, and loved the microchip
Ray Uranus kept the beat and he wore a bowler hat
Sure only a crazy drummer, would adopt a name like that
They played all over Britain, with their rockin lunar style
They sold out gigs in Wigan, they were lauded in Millisle
Their stage show was fantastic, with a massive lighting rig
A spaceship and some planets, lit the stage at every gig
That grew a loyal fan base, as they played across the land
They lived a life of excess, just like any touring band
Success soon followed in their wake, awards came thick and fast
And very soon the space machine, had an ever growing cast
Five young lads from Lisburn, fifty people in their crew
An entourage of strangers that they never even knew
Five big trucks, a fleet of cars, a chopper and two planes
A man to do the finance, who didn't even know their names,
Still, fashions change, the sales dried up, the audience died away
And soon there were no big crowds, to watch the five lads play
Their last gig at the Ulster hall, was an evening to forget
Out of tune, and full of beer, as they stumbled through the set
And things got pretty messy when accountants came to call
They had no cash, they had no rights, seems their manager had it all
Their luck ran out, the band where broke, they had to end the show
They had to sell up everything, the spaceship had to go
Ray could never come to terms, with all the hurt and pain
He took some drugs and alcohol, he just never woke again
Hector went to college and he earned a top degree
And now he is the I.T guy in a light bulb factory
Johnny is the local star, who likes to talk about his fame
He tries to pull the young girls, and dine out on his name
Charlie lost his family, when the alcohol took hold
He shelters in the hostels when the weather gets too cold
Eddie left the country, when it all became too much
He now lives in Australia, but he never kept in touch
Through layers of snow,
White blankets, the world
Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding
I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness,
Buried beneath the dust, the mud, the earth
Where life awaits the springlike touch
From sunshine’s blessing, rich and glorious
Awakening the music of a heart’s mystery
Soothing, like stardust – so gentle,
Light covers my grave, so somber
Earnest and peaceful, I lay quietly, waiting
For the miracle of a moment when sunlight
Breathes its wisdom through my veins,
Inviting me to rise through the soil, the richest
Clay, trembling with compassion, caressing
Away the frost, cold, so unsympathetic – bitter
Like resentment who fills the heart with
Doubts, distant thunders, storms in skies so blue
They feel like beautiful guiding me through
The reckless rest where I’ve been dormant, forgotten
By the twinkling stars, the sunrise and sunset
Never aware that I was even there – alive,
Hidden by the winter freeze, with ease
But, now – as spring silences the silver flakes,
There, hesitating within the earth, my tender leaves
Begin to peek, peering up toward the sunshine
Graceful and lulling, like the glimmering glories
Discovered in the new buds, stirring, emerging – soundless
On a quest for the light, the rain sprinkling through
The night, erasing winter’s touch with a growing
Promise – the assurance of a thriving blossom, a bloom
Who develops just as the heart begins to beat
With eagerness for the beginnings of spring,
Growing – springing from the darkness, resurrected
Great joy comes from the knowing, the hope
That revives the spirit, the feelings
In those who see that I have made it, once again,
Through the silent nights and the snow blanketing
On a land, sleeping through the winter’s smile,
Waiting quietly for the proper time to rise
From the earth, - new birth of a bud, a gentle
Wish peeking out from the past, prompting the spirit
To listen to the whisper of God’s tender gift to us,
Those who know that, despite our deepest wishes –
In time, in season – there is birthed a splendor
In spring, that splendor – that pretty comes from me
The bulb who waits, patient, beneath the ground
Where there is the promise that, in time, there will come
A beautiful flower who will brighten hearts like the sound…
Laughing in the breeze – a flower, free to breath!
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the phoenix that will rise from my spine with the threat of treason
Suppress the flame and walk away
Use your once tempted fingers to point yourself in the direction of least resistance
It’s not the road less traveled by,
It’s the lifeless path, ignored and left to crumble
And now it’s shapeshifting through a lifetime
With internal scars and deep holes that desperately need filling
And if you think I’m talking about a road, than you’re not the brightest bulb in the bunch
And if you think I mean with asphalt than you’re head is not as sharp as I thought it was
Waiting for secrets to be spilled
But you are the secret
You’re life is just chemicals and I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of combining the wrong elements of friction
To where I can’t come back from this reaction
A perfect pairing like the sun and the snow
Under every step, swam the quicksand
But we were too blinded by my naivety to know
Romeo and Juliet had nothing on us
But we ended even more tragically
And less enigmatically
I'm in the hunger games for your attention
And there's ever-changing rules I keep missing that you fail to mention
And breaking them could lead to my undeserving disqualification
But I’ve already demoted these thoughts into empty air
Hoping they’d vanish if I just ignore them
Sometimes you have to pretend your house isn’t haunted
For the spirits to finally exit
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the burning passion I can see in my eyes without a reflection
I’m terrified of the way I fall for corrupted introspection
And with a burning passion comes a burning question
What would've happened if I went through with it?
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the avalanche that will bury me if I reclimb this mountain
And looking up from the bottom seems so intimidating
But a butterfly never worries about what it looks like in the beginning
I’m so tied down, like a rope around my neck, I’m suspended here by something
So convoluted, is your mind a black hole or a galaxy?
If you’re Juliet, than you know who I’d be
There's lingering passion in my eyes I don't need a reflection to see
Is it gunpowder or a lack of sugar and water?
You can't be the lighter, I can't be the hairspray
Just suppress the flame and walk away
My Life in 51 Lines
My life, what sets me apart?
What makes me different?
My choices, good or bad
The things I do and decisions I made are what make me, me
I lived to fit in. I blended in with the world which I was raised in
I chased after what people told me would make me happy
I had my own selfish ambitions
I wanted to make it big. I wanted to be known by all
That’s what they told me would make me happy
But that life never satisfied
No matter how many girls I was with
No matter how much money I had
No matter how popular I was
No matter how good at sports I was
It was never enough. I was never truly satisfied
It was like I was trying to quench my thirst by eating salt.
It only made me more thirsty
I thought I was chasing after what I wanted
But contentment and happiness kept on eluding me
It was just out of my grasp
If only I could have “that” I would be happy
But I didn’t know what “that” was
I thought it was my fault, I wasn’t doing enough
That’s why I wasn’t happy
That did nothing but send me to a pit of self-consciousness and lack of self worth
I based my identity on what I did, but it was never enough. It never satisfied
But in stepped Jesus and just at the right time
His love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me
These words stuck. It made me wonder
A light bulb moment happened and it all made sense
Jesus was no longer just the answer to my hermeneutics test
He was my personal Lord and Savior, our relationship began
I was shown that my own deeds will never satisfy me or save me
This was hard to grasp, it was all I ever had known
But Jesus showed me to trust in his grace alone
That’s all I had to do
My identity is now found in Christ
Sounds cliché, but I was born again
My old life is now just a memory
Do I regret what I did? No. I’m able to learn from what I did and see how I was wrong
I trusted in myself, but I needed a stronger power source, and that’s what I got in Christ
Now I live for Him, to bring glory to Him, not me
Who am I to seek pride?
I am but a mist that appears and fades
I’m a second in the motion picture of God
I am temporary, but my God is forever
He remains strong even when I am gone
My future? I don’t know what it holds
All I know is that I will serve Him, not me
My old self is no more, I’ve been made brand new
Now I’m going to do what my God made me to do
Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust heart -
still searching for that wandering star.
without a guide - without a love to call my own.
I try not to look back, but sometimes certain scents,
remind me of things that saw me as a minority.
A summer heart misplaced in winter's wickedness,
a child frozen in the passages of a stolen childhood.
Ingredients of my life are a juxtaposition of flavours,
finding purity among diseased hearts,
fighting against principles of corrupt minds
and I hurt nobody - until they pushed me,
it was never about the physical - but the mental.
Silence is different in adolescence -
suppressed into a protective bubble,
you reject the harshness of existence.
My small hands could not hold the burdens,
so I was mute as demons slayed my father,
his anger drowning my brothers into darkness.
Tears of my mother, dehydrated my soul,
so I grew like a tree with broken branches -
sometimes naked, sometimes an abundance of green.
Even in an obscure world of nightmares,
my heart was a light bulb, full of dreams -
but misplaced in a place of misunderstanding.
I adopted silence in the violence,
because I struggled with reality's fabrications.
Fatherless,
I found acceptance in the war on the streets,
where love was poison, but hate brought prosperity.
Only surviving due to my father's name,
yet I knew it was an unwinnable game.
My hands were pacifying guns,
so I learned to exist without bullets.
I was a black sheep in a strange white herd,
opposing shepherds who couldn't tolerate me.
A clean soul in a dirty social order -
a peaceful heart seeking a place to call home.
Silence is a choice in adulthood.
I used to ignore the pain from unhealed wounds,
but today the inner child screams and shouts,
because oppressors can no longer mute my tongue.
Death taught me not to be bitter,
stubborn fingers how to bleed ink onto paper -
showing compassion in an ugly world.
If life was so simple, we wouldn't look at it differently.
Our perceptions are based on what we have learned,
what was, what is to come and what we search for.
Where you end up depends on how you deal with the past.
She wakes up.
Surrounded by darkness.
She tries to stand, but is knocked to the floor.
She looks around for a way out.
But she sees nothing.
Suddenly she feels as if she is being strangled.
She fights for her life against the unknown.
Soon the grip loosens and she gasps for air.
She cries in relief.
The relief is short lived as she drowns in her tears.
As she searches for this unknown attacker, she bumps into the wall and finds a light switch. She flips it on. A light bulb hanging from the ceiling flashes on.
The walls are mirrors. All she sees is a reflection of herself.
But she doesn't know it’s her for sure…it could be her attacker mimicking her.
She grabs the side of her head and shakes it violently. She tries to stay sane.
How could she after going through what she went through?
The whole situation caused her to question everything.
She lets go and takes a deep breath.
She looks at the mirror directly in front of her.
Limping slowly toward it she feels her heart racing to find out why this happened to her. She sees a black shadow flash behind her.
She whips her head around to look, but sees nothing.
As she approaches the mirror, she puts her hand up to touch it.
When her finger makes contact with the mirror, the light goes out.
She hears a wicked laughing. It’s soft and coming from all directions,
Or is it in her head? She falls down to the ground. She is now in the fetus position.
“Good job my good and faithful servant." she hears the voice say.
The voice is evil, but the words are God’s.
She slowly stands up still crying.
She can’t control herself and her legs fall underneath her.
“The devil must be doing this." she thinks.
She runs into a mirror shattering it in millions of pieces. She realizes this has happened to her soul too. She picks up the pieces and holds them up.
She says “Fix them! Fix me! Fix my heart and my soul! If you can do anything, fix this mess!"
She throws them helplessly to the ground, some shards going into her legs.
She falls in pain and weakness.
The black shadow appears in the shape of a beautiful woman.
It sits next to her and says “He can’t fix you; I can. Take my hand and we will go to a wonderful world without this pain. You’ll be safe."
The girl takes the shadow’s hand.
Not realizing death comes in beautiful forms.
Something in your eyes
I can't make out what it is
Had a little Sun
Is it the rain drops
A blue skies
The spelling of your name
Add a little Stardust
Kiss again and again
The reason you cry a while
Birds from Heaven
Has taken your love goodbye arrear
A tear in the sky shed in sorrow
Let the Rain Fall miss you bring back the joys of yesterday's Tomorrow daunting on the rays of the sun blessing you Giving you another try at a little happiness
Oh, yes you're heaven blessed
Give a little love to that special guy
Add sea filled love of Hope field ship back home from nigh
Oceans which waters fell bulb flooding all in around
Unknown something by your smile tell me I am the one
Who made up of Trap by the wall of pain
As crystals of sparkling Beauty to your I held
My worldly shame
Had a little Stardust the reason you cry
A tear in your eye shed just sorrow
A white burst from Heaven has taken your love goodbye
A tear in the sky shed as sorrow leaves on branches turn
So gold and green bringing back joyful tomorrow's
Where you stand is a girl all alone
Whispering birds in a tree swing and Croons
Sounds so meaningful some may never know
Telling the world that you're my man that's how much
She had love you so somewhere Waters falls
A tear in your eyes shed your sorrow
How much she adores only she knows
You had a little Stardust the reason you cry
White burst from Heaven this has taken your love goodbye
A tear in the sky the spelling of your name
And that special magic kiss that's in you leave me so amazed Less emotions oh hold me love me with but one less reframe
Darling all I can do is cry something in your heart not the same
There must be a beating inside for me
Inside just vibrating making it impossible for you to see
I'm the man to death do us part
Yet still had a little Stardust the reason you cry
So heaven has taken your love goodbye
A tear in the sky shed in Sorrows
That special magic kiss that's in you leave me
With but one less emotion to beg and grovel
The desires please me with one less option
Because darling all I can do is cry while I'm being cautioned
Magical
A tear in your eyes shed your sorrow
8/7/74
Written words by James Edward Lee 1974, 2020
So many promises I have for you
Enormous things I want to do
For me, you are always the best
I will choose you and leave out the rest
I wish success in this eternal life test
I wish to construct for you a grand paradise
You are a dear angel, I present you this heavenly prize
Inclusive of marvelous holy ambience and divine fragrance of peace
This abode of holy settlement will be a mighty eternal bliss
Your life I shall celebrate like a precious princess
I would make you understand how much I can impress
If you have pain, my life is in vain
Your pain trigger my tears to drain
If I see you troubled
My troubles in life are doubled
When you have sorrow, I can sense it from a distance
From over the seas and across the mountains
I experience the strength of this eternal relationship
As I dive into a nostalgic world of emotions so deep
When you need rest, make use of my soul
With your divine presence, please make my life whole
Just like an electric bulb clings to its holder
Till the time it is fuse
Request you to use me as your sacred place holder
Please don’t refuse
Just like a bulb lights the room
Eradicates evil darkness and gloom
In a similar way, you make me shine
With your graceful love so divine
You make me bloom
And enable my life groom
Please place me inside your heart
I possess a pure heart free of dirt
I am neither a fake nor any flirt
Your image occupies every frame of my mind
This beautiful mind inspires me to shine
Such a unique feeling I can never define
I will learn your language to ease your constraint
Now please interact with me evading every restraint
I accept all your essential terms and condition
In the holy institute of your life I just seek admission
I borrow your tears and make them mine
Please accomplish my life with your love divine
Your dreams are mine, I aspire to fulfill them
I curse your sorrows and put them to shame
I will escort you wherever you wish to go
To the high hills and to the low
When you feel tired, I will give you rest
I assure you to be better than the best
I conquer your tears and convert them into smile
I will make your life beautiful and worthwhile
All promises for your life I wish to fulfill
I am eager to accomplish this holy mission by God's will
I feel curious to witness this everlasting zeal….
Thank You