Long Capture Poems
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Opened eyes see beyond horizons everything
Behind the dirty ears of crying babies in the bath
Look up to see the future through the galaxies
Go through red lights at 80 miles per second speeding
There is no time for tickets from the traffic cop
Impossible to stop
Blinking is a sin, a sign of weakness
So move on to boardwalks clearly visible
Capture every second in the instant lens
Pretty girls in Atlantic City on the beaches
Sport sunglasses to see glass hours darkly
Shy eyes hidden behind the frames
Body too blue to view from waters depth
Wearing a yellow polka dot bikini very thin and wet
She will never enter the shallows nearly naked
Eye candy you can watch and swim in with a smile
Tender to the touch but never fall in love
Brown eyes blink when they are thinking
Green is their favorite color while by the sea
Envying since they are in to neon reasoning
Never lose sight when viewing through the looking glass
Binoculars are better for sighting pretty birds
Hazel eyes are warm from our perspective
Perception, image is everything
Moving forward in the light of day when opened
Already on your way to seeing
Automobiles can take you there
Adjust your rear view mirror cautiously
When looking from behind with opened eyes
Morning filled with cracks of ice in daylight under the moonlit sky and the conscience of man breath heavily underneath the bedspread struggling to wake up from his mid-night dreams and the troubled heavens festering with hope from the barren skies make landfall at my feet and the deity began to weep. Oh, if I had yarn of endless length, I would weave a gigantic mural and cover it all over the bed and place the label on top of it and tie the thread at the four corners of the sea and walk across with dignity. Listen to my heart and tell me what you feel, listen to my heart and journey with me to length and breadth of the sea, explore with me in a submarine and lets float in the passion of our dreams; fill the air with laughter and pull our spirit closer, let’s see what is in the bottom of the ocean, the reefs of time can heal the blind and those whose joints are too painful to walk will cure the pain with a gentle touch of the ocean reef. You and I have something in common, you and I can compose a new song, you and I must explore the mountain, seas, and land, in a motor boat, but the rest of them must find their way out in a dug-out boat. I don’t fear the shark in the sea but you must be mindful of the color that you wear when you go swimming in the pool; every story has a head and a tale and you cannot capture the essence of it unless you go there; somethings come with age and time and you have dozens of years before you join the line; lets cross on the brave side of the ocean and walked towards the mountain and cross the thresh line . I stand at the corner of the sea and watch the sun shining on thee, stand next to me and listen to my heart how it panthers after thee.
Listen to my heart speaks!
I am addicted to you
Every time I see you
My heart skips a beat in excitement
A sweet sensation of joy spread thru me
I just can't stop my heart from singing
beautiful and joyful you are
You're like a ray of sunshine spilling joy into my life
I am ever so happy
Every time I look into your dazzling eyes
I am lost and don't wanna be found
They capture my breath
Holding my heart a prisoner
And undresses me to the naked eye of nature
You're like a prescription of joy I am addicted to you
I am high on happiness
Every time I hear your voice
I get so hypnotized that I only see your fine lips
Moving, as you talk to me
Often I tire you telling you to repeat what you’ve said
because your voice plays like symphony
into the deepest core of my soul
Please, never stop talking to me as you do
Every time I touch your skin,
Adrenaline shoots into my system like a myriad
Doses of bliss fused with cosmic allure
Sometimes I’m tempted to call off meetings
And visits, only to find my arms
Wrapped around your waist for an entire day
Being close to you is all the heaven I know
You're my addiction of joy
I crave you
I draw you on scraps of memory
in portions and pieces.
I can't make you whole now,
can't see all of you.
The tropical beach
has almost washed itself away.
Wind-wept hair flowing over one eye;
how do you draw laughter?
I mind-paint only one wave
retrace long brown legs.
Contours swim into invisibility,
too much to grasp hold of -
your warm salty breath, dark lips;
morsels smother my thoughts
in a haze of remorseless time.
Yet there you are in fragments
running ankle deep
in an ever moving sky.
I must pause, glance deeper,
pull out another blank page
from my personal history book.
The more I try to put you together
the less I capture,
the jigsaw is scattered
segments forever lost.
It seems to me now
that the dead do not fade,
it is the living who move into the clouds
looking for what we once were.
i feel you everywhere i go today
you little cherub laughing so eyes are
dancing as the butterflies capture you
as no words you need to be heard wow
a smile so tranquil that dimple in your chin
glows from within the words you wrote
stays with me as i'm understanding your own
loving self as i often wonder how such a
child could carry words across the minds of
many as you have forever painted your canvas
admired by all who has ever got the pleasure
of your rapture and those who haven't shall
endure your poetic wraths forever through the
words you have so unselfishly donated to our
hearts and our minds the mere wonder of you
for all i can feel is lucky so lucky and yet
free in my voice as i sing the phrases that
god only gives to a few of us the rest must
endure this dream world in imagination and
by simply cuddling up to one of your verses
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
Back in the day
That is what people often say
Graffiti create
Observation on subway car rides
Display surrounding one’s creativity
Something to do activity
Inside and out of subway cars
Up close and personal presentation views
Some commuters considered it garbage in waste
Art credit haste
Graffiti to inspire
Young minds never tire
Spray paint art on steel
The look without using canvas for real
Appeal attraction on commuter minds to capture
Graffiti through the years
To some commuters it spells fear
It became point to point preserver
A young life wants to be graffiti art known
This was their thought in having it shown
You won’t find in an Art Museum
It’s just subway cars contribute enthusiasm
Graffiti is what it says and art is what comes out
Graffiti everywhere in the morse
The share with care
Graffiti from the heart
Art start
Only my saviors childs are the this worlds capture
We sinners live to see the rapture
It was something more than a catastrophe
My conscience steadily asking me
Is the plan still to live life severe and disaster free?
My dreams are exhausted, seems temptation has reached the sky’s
Sinners become saints, attempting to figure which prophecy lies
Veins constantly bleeding, I can feel my soul leaving
Yet I’m forever breathing
The curse of Kane
No flu shots cause I’m never sneezing
Seems my misery is ever pleasing
And with the mourning after
I wonder why these children are your lords only capture
Yet we sinners live to see the rapture
Label me sexiest, homophobic, homosexuals baring arms in marriage
A third of the world is gone
Bury baby Jesus with charms in his carriage
Execution of minors
I guess there’s nothing in this life finer
Dear child I watched your mother scrub the windows of that diner
Who am I to say that you are wrong?
But who are you to weigh that child and determine if he’ll live long
Mr. President consistently stepping over hurricane victims
Misery no longer worry’s my pain, I can see it’s only a sitcom
Do you remember nine/eleven
Simply because that September, down south was your only heaven
And as you galloped with the clouds
Alqueda stood on it’s soil, it’s dust and dirt proud
But then again I’m wrong to speak out
But I guess making home is what being weak is about
A woman’s right is abortion
Perhaps it’s wrong but it’s only a portion
The tragedy’s we smile to see
The happy times are where we suffered above tiles to be
Breathing on my last breath
Leading my last steps
Of coarse the worlds gone end
But it seems my saviors childs are the worlds only capture
The children of Enoch
In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen.
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.
upon my emptiness I am filled
a gentle spirit soaring about
my manic mood swings
I cater to soft scents
hints of violet clusters covering
the ongoing greenery of untimeliness
I capture my melancholy madness gravely
lost unprepared for thee upcoming storm
of pure panic my breathing is subtle
my cries are calm chuckles hidden beyond
the sudden episode that releases unwanted
energies my mind needs for sheer survival
afterwards a coming melody heard far off
within my emotional state and my positive
mental attitude somehow arbitrated
quietly between personalities I fold myself
into a fetal position and weep so
empting my wretched soul
however filled with the holy spirit
We all employ them in different ways,
most wisely, to inspire, cheer or praise.
Some try to keep them clean, and some do not.
Depleted of them, we can’t voice a thought.
We use them to make small talk, break the ice,
or offer resolutions, give advice.
We wheedle and beguile with them for gain,
or we may sharpen them, inflicting pain.
Consumed with envy, vengeance or with hate,
we hurl them to deride or to berate.
And it’s the foulest ones that some will seek
to ravage fragile spirits of the meek!
But other times, we ply them to entrance.
We spin a tale with them or make them dance
across a page in lines of poetry
by wielding them to capture imagery.
So whether they be dull or cast a spell,
we learn and grow if we digest them well.
And whether they be heard or signed or read,
it’s by the power of words mankind is led.
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