Long Chronicles Poems
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1. putin was put in the hit list~~grateful dead now dead and company
play [14th-17th, Cancun, Mexico]
2. your feelings and emotions are left at the door~~on the welcome mat
3. a symptom flagging a rock star climbing the charts~~yellow backs
blues mark
4. hollywooders tip newsmen goodwill ball~~so sly even their stills move
5. hollywood moguls think stars ratings best in courtrooms~~not studios
6. libs think that what is central is between your legs~~not between
your ears
7. teens carded for smokes, alcohol, guns, and movies~~all comforts of
homes
8. kids study hard to be like dads~~first must beat dads in video games
9. it's hit or miss, sink or swim, tit for tat, lies or~~half-truths oh my gosh
10. your souls to God by friendly fire are tokens~~new arms shipment
arrived
11. newshounds must prove their news agency~~best way to I.D. their
bodies
12. make sure that the white flag you're waving is white enough~~and pray
for snow
13. west cash in alleys and street corners~~self-finance efforts and ship
drugs
14. demonrats are busy printing money~~publicans rehide the ink
15. for those who coerce the years of our past~~be prepared to raise the
dead
2023 January 13
*4th Place*
Hit list 2023
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 February 10
*HMS; 17x15
As the chandelier dances with lustrous light.
Eras of still slumber awoken...from fluid dreams,
...in the depths of her confines...hibernating..
..fermenting her taste...timeless beauty.
Legends of vineyards past...uncorked.
Poured into existence by a charming present sommelier..
The bubbling prelude enters...a smoke filled scene.
Her sparkling silhouette...emerges on a silver platter.
...of her bottled mystery of decades past.
Penning the inception of empty chapters of glass...
..with her sweet tasting presence...
...nervously sweating condensation.
Fulfilling the myths of bottled beauty of life’s unknowns.
Overflowing the pages...in liquid stanzas
...of dazzling passion.
Her legacy manifests...scripting an ardent saga,
Staining the aura of pleasant reality.
Shining elegantly...while striding across marble floors.
Echoing...soft chronicles of champagne light.
Love, a crimson...virgin berry...plucked from vineyards afar..
...bottled for aging beauty...filled to the capacity of his clear figure..
While passionately...embraced by his fragileness of crystal arms.
...in the ballad of wine and glass.
In the valley, one has been moaning considerably, extensive
for an amount of time, these constraints have possession of
one's emotions, affairs, and partnerships from all walks of
life, there will be chronicles of ups and downs, profits, and losses.
Ya'll it's been immeasurably a refutable volume of time, it's
becoming apparently, one is emerging, circulating fully of
fervor, hyperventilating, brims over, sobs echoes, screamingly
outcries, one's coming out of these days of low frequencies
treading the valleys.
I am but an outcast member
Misfortune led my reputation astray
Fake people led me to nowhere
So it's futile to prolong my days
If only I were more rich in hope?
I am a lion missing from its pride
Predatory dominance expelled me
Roars of strife that cut to the inside
Casted me out to the open where I'm free
I am more fierce than the break of dawn
I am an exemplary rebel of the millennium
Integrity, honour, and bravery is what I live by
To see conformists act as wrongdoers,
When it's total hypocrisy, for the time is nigh
A dawn of a new age awaits
Now I am a man more rich in hope
Pride and self-confidence absorbs me
So if you ever want to start a riot
And you want to be free
Better call King Pariah who will help you see
Track: Fall Out Boy - The Young Blood Chronicles
You have dissolved into the infinite-leaving faint traces along a shadowed riverbank, where time lingers, buried in the depths of fading echoes.
A mist-drenched dawn, with its frail crimson glow upon the horizon, whispers your name-a voiceless summons drifting through the wind.
The fallen leaves remember the forgotten chronicles of vanished seasons; within their gentle descent rests the weariness of days left forever unspoken.
From the ashes of a body merged with earth, an unwritten life begins to bloom; silent roots stretch outward, toward an unvoiced resurrection.
Now the stars keep you company. Upon the tips of grass, within the folds of dew, your existence finds its true translation.
You have left an empty space, where words refuse to be born and remain forever folded in quietude.
The thoughts you never uttered settled in the hidden chambers of the soul; unheard, they continue to echo through the unseen inner world.
I lose myself within this transition, crossing horizons into another realm, where memory and the present dissolve into the same shade.
I remember your face-like an indescribable light that lingers, deep within the darkness of my eyes.
At every turning of life, within every fracture, it is you I seek-as though only in losing can one truly find.
Perhaps there, the roads that never return still awaken in the name of coming home.
"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said or written." Rumi
Lyrics of loneliness liberate in a lucid language,
lulling loveless librettos of lamenting loss.
In deadly depths of darkness,
deep desires dipped in despair,
misplace my marooned mind
in metaphorical mists of misconception.
Deserted in a domain of demons,
there's an aura of angst amongst absent angels.
When reality resembles a betrayal of butterflies,
withered wings wilt in wild winters without a wish.
In timeless tender tunes of tearful toxic torment,
nocturnal nightingales cry in a crepuscule chorus,
confessing caged crescendos in cryptic codes.
Sickness slithers in sinister silence,
as grinning Grim Reaper reveals his reflection.
My sojourner soul seeks a saviour's silhouette.
Who soothes in seraphic serenades of serenity.
To float in fate's fountain of featherless freedom.
In forbidden fields where fluorescent flowers flourish forever.
Her effervescent eyes exhale an elixir,
evoking an exotic, enticing, everlasting epiphany.
Enchanting in echoes of an Edenic enduring enigma.
Beneath bluebells, breathless and broken,
let me lay inside the lilacs of her amorphous aroma.
Her swan song closing chapter of my chronicles.
A halcyon harmony of heavenly harps,
guiding my gondola towards golden gates of grace.
The Healing Hand
Raised arms and angry voices
In defiance of events of the day
Turmoil rages in the streets
Things just didn't go their way
It's a picture that is commonplace
Seems it is paramount in our land
Just who is right and who is wrong
Each side expressing their demand
Is there no place for "the golden rule"
Or are we too engulfed in - "our way"
Is there no place for compassion
No time to seek God, - and pray
There is a solution to it all
If His Word, we would apply
It's found in 2nd. Chronicles, 7:14
Greed, anger and malice, it will defy
"Love thy neighbor, as thyself"
Is a tall task for anyone
But the reward, it would provide
Supersedes that of a gun
Each side seeks, a healing hand
But will they pay this price
To sacrifice "self," and turn to Him
No one can improve upon His advice
Colan L Hiatt = 05-27-15
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Before you even realize temptations will arise
satan always tries to get you to accept his lies
Replacing for what you long with which is wrong
Not nearly so strong out where you don't belong
In drawing you near as to your desires you adhere
His ultimate goal clear, now just needing your ear
To say the very least hell-bent in refusing to relent
Acting as his personal vent in the message he sent
And now he has won yet with you he's not done
This the beginning of his fun denying you the Son
As he hones his skill in the defeating of your will
Never getting his fill looking for more souls to kill
There is One who can save in the life that He gave
Sin made you a slave and will send you to the grave
Jesus died in your place for Heaven is a gift of Grace
So when emotions race just look at our Lord's face
Seek the Lord and his strength;
seek his face continually!
1 Chronicles 16:11
Ordained to declare words divine
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
they documented awesome miracles
exposing wondrous historical occurrences
proclaimed among precepts and statutes.
Inditing* blessed Scriptures
they were scribes of spiritual calling
endowed with understanding and wisdom
not according to their own mind
but upon illumination of the omniscient Holy Ghost.**
Honoured with their diligence
along heavenly vision’s guidance
they published the Creator’s supreme chronicles
commencing with Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
to culminate toward Revelation for Christ’s eternal kingdom reign.
Thus, their devotion is commended
by what they have done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s mercy and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust…
today, I am what I am by the Saviour’s love, expressed by the Bible.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
**2Peter 1:21 For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.
August 13, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (21) ,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest; sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/13/2020.
Before I begin. I apologize that I am unable to provide the links to the poems, as I am using my phone to post this and I do not have access to a computer or laptop, so I am limited as far as my options. To remedy this, I will list them in order from oldest to newest-
1. Graduation - my very first poem posted on the Soup. I originally wrote this for my sister when her daughter (my niece) graduated from high school (over twenty years ago!)
2. The Stars - This was my first brand new poem of length, and the first one I entered in a contest. It was painful to write because it is about the night my brother-in-law passed away.
3. To My Teenage Self - I wish I could go back in time and give this to the awkward adolescent I was, just so she could know there is nothing wrong with her, and she is beautiful.
4. Who I Would Bring Back - my mother is ill and in a nursing home now, and this is my wish to return her to health and vigor
5. For the Silence Keepers - I am quiet by nature, and this is for those quiet ones who are usually overlooked and undervalued in place of their more loquacious cousins.
6. Little Things - Often, it is the little gestures of love that carry you through hard times; I wrote this when my husband got his cancer diagnosis.
7. Cities of Sonnets - this chronicles my journey back to writing after a two-plus decade lapse, and how much this site has helped me along the way
8. Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise - I love whimsical writes, so this is my ode to the joy of words! Also was a POTD!
9. Emptiness - All my life I have struggled with depression, and this is my attempt to describe that dark world of mine.
10. Covetous - Envy is another demon I fight, with wishing my writing could be higher, cleaner, better, more like so many I admire - is it ironic I'm proud of this one?
5/13/20
For '10 Poems that Define Me' contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Shared 1st Place