Long Clothes Poems
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I dialed your number and listened as it ring
I hoped you would finally answer the phone
You are the only person that felt like home
You can remove this feeling of being alone
I listened and the phone continued to ring
I knew you wouldn’t answer but I had to try
The last time we talked it ended with a fight
With a few clothes you left with no goodbye
I often play that night back in my mind
Each time I try I can’t convince you to stay
And each night it’s the same as it was then
You walking to your car and then driving away
It’s been months and nothing’s changed
It still hurts and I struggle to get through
Today would have been our anniversary
I only called to say sorry and I love you
Her parents’ patterns were easy to learn.
Mom did the cooking, cleaning, laundry.
Working nonstop from the minute she woke
To the minute she fell exhausted into bed.
Her dad was the lucky one.
He worked during the day but the nights were his.
He had hobbies – fishing, hunting, trapping, coin collecting.
He listened to music and tried to dance.
But not with Mom because she never stopped working.
She worked from the second she awoke until the second she went to bed.
As far as their daughter could tell, life for a woman was no life at all.
So she faded her parents’ examples and went out on her own.
Determined to not have the cleanest clothes or cleanest house.
Determined to not cook and bake and iron and vacuum every waking minute.
Her light, happy, airy do-whatever-I-want lifestyle made her mother smile.
Her piggery disgusted her father, who now had six more hobbies.
She did not care, glad to escape the drudgery of a home where
Daddy did whatever he wanted most of the day
While her mother worked tirelessly to cook and clean and dust.
Stopping finally when she was dead, not enjoying life at all.
Cities churn like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear becomes a broken unchained door
The mask of hunger covers every skull
Fighting for scraps tossed on a dirty floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
and garbage decays still in blinded sight
Where change is nothing, its where death abides,
to disturb hate, born by a cities plight
Children play where glass always lay shattered
and homeless snore on every darkened street
Among the crowd women whose clothes are tattered
Find life lifeless when a child's death defeats
Far from the rubble and city's broken walls
Greedy men of oath sit, toss scraps to gulls
5/1/15
Our Jesus is condemned to die
Oh, Savior, now from Earth- you part.
You do not sigh, nor do you weep,
Though our sins have pierced your heart.
Dear Jesus bears the Holy Cross,
Our Savior of all humankind,
For us, you start this journey now;
Still, endless love for us you find.
Our Jesus falls beneath the Cross;
So dreadful now to bear this pain.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Please help us rise up once again.
Our Savior meets his Mother dear,
Mary, anguished and depressed,
Please help us face our sorrows too-
Live up to all our trying tests.
A man named Simon of Cyrene-
Appears to help our Savior’s plight
To lift the weight of his great Cross-
Lord, burden us to spread your light.
Veronica wipes our Savior’s face.
Look now! His imprint's there to stay!
Please on our souls your imprint make
And help us keep it there, we pray.
Dear Jesus falls down on the path,
Again now for the second time.
But soon he rises to go on,
Lord, help us please, to stay in line.
Our Jesus meets some women now,
They kneel down to mourn and weep.
“Weep not for me,” he says to them,
“But for your children, the lost sheep.”
Our Jesus falls again, this time
His journey's nearly at an end.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Grant us the wisdom to amend.
Our Lord now stripped of all his clothes-
This torture is so sad and cruel.
Please, Jesus, strip our souls of sin;
Our hearts and souls, you always rule.
Our Jesus now nailed to His Cross-
Your death, dear Lord, is very near.
Sweet Savior nail our souls to you,
And grant us grace to have no fear.
Oh, the dreaded Crucifixion!
Our Jesus now so humbly dies,
While all the sins and sins to come-
Are placed before his tear-filled eyes.
Our Lord is gently taken down,
In his dear Mother’s arms is placed,
Oh Mary, Mother of our God,
Help ease our sorrows to be faced.
Now, Jesus placed inside his tomb,
To rise again on Easter Day-
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
From tomb, he rises to the sky,
With all God’s angels by his side-
He joins his Father up on high.
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
He rose again on Easter Day!
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Buttons for game pieces, buttons on totes,
Buttons on toys, shoes, sweaters and coats.
Buttons that open and buttons that close
On pockets and purses and edges of clothes.
Buttons that decorate; buttons that don’t.
Buttons I'm sure to lose; buttons I won’t.
Buttons as filler for bean bags and such.
Buttons collected are not used so much!
Buttons on greeting cards and on jewelry!
Thousands of buttons adorning a tree!
Buttons to reset , to turn on a light.
There’s “Cute as a button” and also as “bright“!
Button up (but not down); push them “hot” (but not cold);
“Button your lip” and do as your told!
Though buttons may vanish one day from earth,
We'll wear on our bellies - buttons since birth!
Don't Forget Your Dreams"
(Verse 1)
I get up everyday
And thank the Lord above
For granting me another day
With his unconditional love
Put on my clothes
Trying to get dressed
Put my game face on
Got to impress
My coworker, my peers
People that I ain't saw in years
Pulling doubles all week (week)
I'm a go-getter
Stay on my feet
Working each and everyday
Barely have time for me
I know how it looks & how it seems
Regardless of what don't forget your dreams
(Chorus)
Don't forget that you have dreams
You don't have to settle , for anything
Working 9-5's everyday
What is it that you really display
No matter how hard it seems
Never ever forget about your dreams
(Verse 2)
Good job is what your boss say
You know what your capable of anyway
You work hard Everytime you hit the clock
When it's time to check out
That's when you stop(stop)
You have a gift and a talent
People see it in you
They just can't handle it
That you have bigger dreams
You can accomplish anything
People get jealous
Because they lost their inner
Got to start back over
Like a beginner
(Chorus)
Don't forget that you have dreams
You don't have to settle , for anything
Working 9-5's everyday
What is it that you really display
No matter how hard it seems
Never ever forget about your dreams
(Hook)
Don't stop,til you reach the top
Even when you get there
Still climb,don't leave your dreams behind
Don't stop,til you reach the top
Even when you get there
Still climb, don't leave your dreams behind
(Chorus)
Don't forget that you have dreams
You don't have to settle , for anything
Working 9-5's everyday
What is it that you really display
No matter how hard it seems
Never ever forget about your dreams
(Repeat 1x)
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
9/3/2017
I hope this isnt true but it sounds like it is. A dear friend of mine has been taken away from me this day. A great mentor, a great person, someone i looked up to someone who motivated me, inspired me. A leader an inspiration to others a man who would give the clothes off his back to you if you were cold. I will miss you.
The lord takes the good and leaves the bad,
The world is left dying, with hate and racism it makes me sad.
I am filling with rage now, what more is there to do.
When all the good is gone there is only bad we will all be screwed.
Is this right no its not, something is wrong here dont you think
Taking the wrong people all the time, it makes the love in my heart shrink.
The violence wont stop, the love will subract
The war will stay the hate will stay in tact
The powers to be will keep it that way
Because the people wont fight
Its easier to stay
So just give up like we always do
Why fight anymore
Why be true
Why trust in each other to make it a better place
Why just believe in equality why believe were the same race
Because we are all the same we came from the same place
We have the same 2 eyes the same smile on our face
Look at yourselves just look for one time
We arent that different at all we are all mankind.
Josh vanham april 6 2017
Thats for you rey rey
When you are old not much seems new
But technology trolls and cars suck too
I like the old cars with frames solid heavy
Does good a heart with your foot on the levy
New clothes aren’t new they’re copycats
Except the ripped new clothes not made to last
I miss the elegance that Hollywood once had
People barely dress now, wearing pajamas fad
When you are old more important things matter
But you notice these small things makes you sadder
If you speak your mind you’re a mad hatter
Still you love simple finds, the soft pitter patter
Of rain on windowpane, of footsteps of kids
They’ve broken the window playing like you did
You can find their laugh is like a mind kiss
Bringing back sweet memories of times like this
When you get old your asset is health
You may or may not have money left
But you know you can’t spend it dead
So money is funny you value time instead
We are in North Dakota, on Highway 94, and we spy Salem Sue
She is standing thirty-eight foot tall, and the sky is relatively blue.
We are thrilled to see her, standing there, in her dairy cow clothes.
She makes us feel optimistic, that things will get better, as everyone knows.
Fargo Theater, ninety-years on March 18th shut temporarily down.
We were disappointed to find this out. It gave us a bit of a frown.
For I had been counting on it but then I spy the badlands up ahead.
Painted in lovely beiges and pinks, they are so poetically wed.
I received a buffalo nickel at gift store, and that made me feel good too.
In North Dakota these pretty souvenirs are generously given to you.
I spy a meadowlark, and remember that this s North Dakota’s state bird.
Drive many miles without seeing another car, seems kind of absurd.
Painted Canyon in Roosevelt’s National Park cannot be missed.
A dainty wild prairie rose gives impression she has been kissed.
Buffalo and cowboys we see and we happily giddily point out.
Yes North Dakota is the place to be. So consider this my shout out.
Singing of love on a summer’s day
She decided it was stupid, and quickly said
Why do so many women think it’s the only way?
If they don’t have a man they want to be dead?
She packed up her sense of excitement and happy guitar.
Being her own person, she reinvented herself.
Her old friends were excited. “Lady Gaga is a star!”
Some feeling sad, they had settled for a spice rack and shelf.
She sang of her trial and tribulations, other people’s too.
Designing her own clothes, she showed a daring outrage.
She was upbeat and positive; her songs were sassy, not blue.
All other women should take out her book and study a page.
She does not settle, she blazes her own unique path.
Stupid love she sings at the top of her lungs, scaring men all around.
She does not wait for others, and cares not about their wrath.
Even her enemies have to admit she is the best entertainer in town!