Long Call Poems
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“ Dare you get the spoon between me fingers,”
“I’m not opening for I hate the taste that lingers.”
“Custer oil”
“The last time you gave it to me I’d thought I’d die but my pants were soiled.”
“I’m the laughing stock at school,”
“It ran down my leg and left a smell pool.”
“Kids call me wheenie the runny pooh.”
“How could you mum?”
“Give me something that make me loose control of my bum.”
“You said what doesn’t kill will only make you fat for goodness sake!”
“At this rate I’ll be as skinny as a rake.”
“Not this time, it will leave a mental scar,”
“”UHHHH!!! MMMMM!!! Yuck!!! Ahhhh”
“That’s not fare!!!”
“MUM now I have to take a change of underwear
*The Road to Well Ville Contest*
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?" Gordon Robertson
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?"
Instead of living to please yourself, why not try
living your life trying please Jesus Christ?
God's only begotten Son.
Instead of going your own way and getting lost
along the way? Why not turning your own
life around completely upside down?
If you are drowning your sorrows,
and/or puffing them up in smoke?
It is because by yourself you can
not cope. You can not survive all by
yourself and on your own. At
least if you the only one to lose is you.
If you want to fly like an eagle without
angels wings? And climbing a mountain
which is way too high. Finding out
much too late you can not fly.
Why let yourself become undone?
When all you have to do is call upon
the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
All those who call upon the name of the
Lord shall be saved. Call upon the
name of the Lord while he still is
near. Call upon the name of the Lord
while you still are able to to. Come
tomorrow it may be much too late
for you!
You have no guarantee of living
more than one day at a time.
Why waste another minute of your life?
When Jesus Christ is knocking at
your hearts door!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 23, 2020
I've been on this road before, been so sore
My heart has been truly torn down to the floor
I need space to roam and a place to call home
I want to run this race and the rest is unknown - I don't know where else to roam
You are the midnight sky I see, it's meant to be
I am your crow with wings of ecstatic liberty
I'll be there to rescue you from death's dark snare
I'll be there to discard your last breath, yes, I'll be there to be your air
The eyes are the windows to the inner soul
I can see all the shadows dance so beautiful
Wake me up, bring me to life and make me whole
What comes up doesn't need to come down anymore - life's difficulties takes it toll
I have no one else to turn to yet
I have so much selfish, vain regret
I got so upset...the times we met
Got me thinking of the times we got our feet wet
I'm still lonely
One and only
I didn't want to
I hadn't got a clue
Goodbyes, I never bid
I didn't love you the way I did
I have felt mesmerizing hopelessness
I'm in this madness mess more or less
I have flashbacks of the past sometimes,
They are oh so vast and don't last thankfully
You casted me away all the way
Saw clearly like the break of day
Our forbidden, sacred love has gone away
My cheer has gone astray like it always does today
Anyways..
Hope is here
Eager to move on
Ambitious and passionate
Radiant like the sun
Tranquility entwines with my heart's desire
Silver soul like mine needs s boost once in a while
Destined to be successful
Elegant as a burning rose
Shining like the deep, blue sea
Ice and fire is within me
Rove with me, my love
End the ascension of negativity
Today, I decided to visit his second home,
To give him a message.
"Last week, you returned my package
With a threat to call the Police.
All I did was giving you a special message,
With a drawing to wish you
A happy Middle Autumn full moon day.
I did it because I thought you still had interest
In Asian traditional culture.
You should have made it clear in your messages.
That you no longer wish to have any contact with me.
Another day, you messaged me "talk to me directly".
No, I would never do that,
Because I felt uncomfortable and intimidated by your language.
Therefore if it pleases you, take this message to the Police.
Then, an hour later, I changed my mind,
Not about the message, but how to deliver it.
If I did it through your second home,
I will jeopardize your needs.
That was how we had conflict of interest.
Why do I keep on bothering you?
Because it was so ironic.
You wanted to raise the awareness
Of fairness and justice to others,
But then you did not treat me fairly and nicer.
I truly wanted to end the friendship,
Because it has become too negative.
But I wanted you to accept
It was me who wanted to end.
I did it fairly and diplomatically.
I wanted to tell you
It would be your loss and you will regret it.
As you had in the past 4 decades.
COMING TOGETHER IN UNTIY
PRAYING FOR THE WHOLE WORLD
NEEDED IN A TIME LIKE THIS
LET'S BE CONSIDERATE OF OTHERS.
NO TIME FOR HATRED
TIME TO PRAY AND PRAY
TIME TO COME TOGETHER
EACH AND EVERYDAY.
THIS WORLD IS IN ALOT OF TROUBLE
PEOPLE ARE GETTING ALOT OF SUPPLIES
WEARING MASKS, GLOVES, AND OTHERS
ALMOST IN AN UNKNOWN DISGUISE.
LET US ALL PRAY FOR THE BETTER
COME TOGETHER AS A NATION
BELIEVE IN FAITH AND MIRACLES
THIS TO CAN PAST, PRAYERS FOR PROTECTION.
THESE ARE THE SIGNS OF TIMES
A PREVIEW OF WHAT CAN BE EXPECTED
ALL WE CAN DO IS PRAY
TRUST GOD EACH AND EVERYDAY.
SHELVES ARE BEING EMPTIED
RESTAURANTS, STORES, AND MALLS ARE CLOSING
DISCOURAGEMENT AND PEOPLE ARE BEING ANNOYED
IT IS TIME TO CALL ON THE ALMIGHTY LORD.
THE KING AND MASTER OF ALL THINGS
PRAYERS THAT ARE GREAT AND POSITIVE
SENT TO THE HEAVEN ABOVE
SINCERE, AND WITH GENUINE PRECIOUS LOVE.
SAVED FOR AN ETERNAL LIFE
JUST TO BE SURE AND SAFE
WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT CAN OCCUR
FROM EACH AND EVERYDAY.
ALL PRAYERS NEEDED NOW.
Let me tell you a story of a chance encounter . . .
I was in a true Romeo and Juliet experience,
meeting my love at the art gallery one winter day.
I loved art and writing poetry,
he liked to draw pictures.
My family was considered poor,
he was educated, rich, a traveler of the world.
My life was meandering with no future until I met him.
One evening he took me to the movie Titanic,
and that movie is forever meaningful to me.
The next day he gave me a heart-shaped pendant,
and I treasure it still today,
I wear it as a memory.
He believed in living in the moment,
oh, with our first kiss- he whispered, trust me.
I felt like I was a bird fluttering,
and he said, hold tight we are flying.
Then, one winter day he crashed his car through ice,
a thousand knife's stab my heart forever and ever.
If he could talk to me,
in that dying breath- he would say,
I promise you that I will be waiting at heavens gate.
I call his name a thousand times in dreams,
and our love will go on for love never dies.
It was just a chance encounter that became true love.
did you notice
when you dig your nails, I cringe?
that strange look
is not a smile, but a wince
I did let you
when you wore that sexy fringe
but my back
has been complaining ever since
just because
I call you Baby when we love
doesn't mean
that you can bite my lower lip
and I know
you love to wear your leather glove
but my cheeks
now show the bruises of your grip
so when you
pull my hair, I'm apt to sneeze
and if you
pinch my thigh, I'll throw a fit -
(still ... )
I have one
tiny secret, if you please ...
I'm starting
to enjoy it ... (quite a bit).
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Pick A Theme" Poetry Contest, Viv Wigley, Judge & Sponsor.
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.
"Hieronymus Dipped"
The neurochip sucked me like a lollipop ... mind first into the dream,
squeezed my thoughts out like tubes of candy coloured toothpaste
all over the deus ex machina, Hieronymus dipped his brush in
an attempt
to artificially convert me
call it, a “do-over”
I was his primary binary by all accounts
he liked my shades of light and dark
he led me further in,
This he painted on my tongue, “You a muse”
“me?”, I said
He tut-tutted, exasperated
to be exchanging such inane pleasantries,
“this could take some time to complete, I see.”
“how so?”, I smiled
“Dali expects a masterpiece,
and with you in mind,
this will never be...
no easy dream.”
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
Cheryl Richardson
"This little poem was not entered in any other contest : ~~The Poet~~
Take time to read.
Wonders indeed
Wonderful times,
Making Rhymes.
Sapphire dew drops.
Bubble as it pops.
Pink cotton candy
Fine French brandy
Sweet baby smiles
Beauty that beguiles.
Kitten’s gentle purr
Puppy’s soft fur
Time heals.
Church bell peals
Soft lemon scent
Feeling content
Brilliant sun rising
Oh, so mesmerizing.
Sun softly fading.
Lemonade cascading
Fresh air inhales
Spider web trails
Time to wonder,
Why it’s down-under.
Captivating looks
Mystery books
Lover’s letters
Angora sweaters
Connecting glances
Heaven sent chances.
First spring rose
Ribbons n bows
Sweet vine grapes
Red velvet drapes
Ornate Venus statue
When I look at you
Time of the essence.
In quiescence
Lavender snips
Smooth satin lips
Petite daisy chains
Cover when it rains.
Wanting to stay
Celestial visions play.
Pirouetting pansies
Goofy chimpanzees
Crisp linen sheet
Friends as they meet.
Time to wander,
Fields out yonder.
Poem of splendor
Caresses so tender
Soft tissue paper
Sandalwood vapor
Call of the ocean
Love’s raw emotion
Fading fairy wings
As my heart sings
Time passes
Fine crystal glasses.
Foam from waves.
Exploring caves
Child’s ponytail.
Pastels ever so pale
Ornamented icicles
Penny-farthing bicycles
Time flies
Kaleidoscope of butterflies
Golden flowing hair
Two sharing prayer
Secrets we can whisper.
Mornings getting crisper.
Fun rides at the fair
A hide-away lair
Dispersing lollipops
Peppermint drops.
Filigree carnations
Winning presentations
Waterfalls cascading
Fairies happily wading.
Cinnamon apple slice
Lucky roll of the dice
Camera flashes
Rain as it lashes.
Walking proud
Sings out loud.
Time to go,
Will miss you so.