Long Combining Poems
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Look there,do you see the wall of red brick
each upon the other:
leans with great care.
One joined evenly next to the other
bonded together in
equality:
Participating in their purposes
combining ,each their strengths
the load to share:
Weathered with the storms of life on its face
enduring through
eternity:
an emblem poem,with a crude picture of an everyday scene,underwhich is a motto- followed by the poem.which is to teach,rather like a parable.This example of my was inspired by George Herbert's The Churche-Floore
see mine with this poem at
http://herbert-ichthys.blogspot.com/
I am the unchosen, yet highly claimed, ardent.
I haven’t received my awaited chance,
But I am anonymously dealt in my own way.
Living within the ways of the many,
But caught in the works of the few,
Gracing every moment with joy and laughter.
I am the white crayon never used,
The children’s laughter that brings joy.
I am the vision that was never prophesied,
The believer who was never baptized.
I am the hum pushed beneath the deep,
The unknown reality’s dream.
I am a revolutionist with no weapon,
A coming coup-maker of a forgone generation.
I am the lithe and languid lover,
Swelling in the scripts of poetry—
The paintings on muralled walls beneath marble floors,
The undertow to my melody.
I am the man behind the shadows,
The boy reciting heavenly, euphonious harmonies.
I am in a carnival ride with hypocritical mockers at feast,
But I lace in clown clothes, laughing at their feeble ways.
I am under a cross, eluding the sickle moon,
Interlaced with fragile chastity and all finest things connected to heredity.
I am the music never arranged,
The dim unknown vice behind the backing vocals.
I am not old conversations,
Nor solemnly opposed music far from the waking world of men.
I do not dwell on the past,
Neither do I live solely for the future.
I am a veteran of a war I never fought in,
And a general in a shadow army.
I am the message behind the talking drums,
The incantations of the Royal fetish.
I am the new sunshine of the old rain,
Worthy of my weight in metaphors, verses, and haikus.
I am a 21st-century man living a 1st-century life,
Combining harmonic defiance with the cryptic void of silence.
I get a little tired,
And strangely, wherever I go
Seems a little closer to wherever I thought after I left off.
Churchill's appeal reflects a unique parentage
combining American and British heritage.
Winston Churchill, diplomat, lived with criticism,
Britain’s unstoppable prime minister showed
bulldog tenacity coupled with optimism.
His determination was revolutionary
His optimism looked beyond the problem.
Surrender was not in this man's vocabulary.
In his words, indecision leads to mayhem.
Arrogance accounts not for the hand of God.
Avoidance weakens a man's spirit.
Architect of victory in war we applaud.
"We make a living by what we get,” his quote
(but) we make a life by what we give." he wrote.
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
Written by Gail DeBole on April 4, 2012
Updated on March 15, 2020
Gail's note: Inspired by one of my BFF's, Christy
Twisty Christy can wordsmith a rhyme
Combining meters and thoughts so sublime.
She helps open mental doors.
You find yourself asking for more.
Each poem feels like exquisite wine.
Twisty Christy wears her heart on her sleeve.
Talk to her and it’s easy to see
That she’s one of a kind
Who sees the good in world-kind
And who is eager to help you believe.
With her wit and a wink, she’ll have fun
And your mind will be on the run
Twisting and turning,
Expanding, sensing, and learning
Until the discussion is done.
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
From the north silently it comes down the river,
invisible, radioactive, combining with *acid rain.
Nuclear power, cheap energy, a cancer giver
and all we love will end, if we don't chose to refrain.
So fueled by greed, we chew up the earth for coal to burn,
blackening the skies and butchering the mountain side,
all so that we can drive SUV's with total unconcern,
laughing at the third world, on the globe, we stand astride.
The black-outs, *brown-outs, oh the anarchy of light's blight
creating a sickly yellow miasma's where few stars shine.
And cities of cave dwellers who never see the night,
turn shades of puce and pink by neon lights malign.
Soon, I'm sure, we'll redefine the nature of what's pure,
and Seri's *app will tell what game to eat ...and the cure.
When I see or hear words being used to demean or hurt another
used with malicious or hostile intent….
used by strangers on the street, our politicians and president…
It saddens me to think of the feelings these abusive words beget…
but it also saddens me for the 26 letters that make up our alphabet.
When you stop and think about it…our alphabet is a gift….
descended from Mesopotamian cuneiform and Egyptian hieroglyphs.
By simply combining the 26 letters our alphabet contains
we can create words of love and joy and happiness…
or words of hatefulness, sorrow and pain.
With these same 26 letters we can form…
words of anger…words of spite
words that can…a soul…destroy
OR
words of wonder…words of beauty
words that fill a heart…with joy.
Which means we who use these 26 letters to create our words….
words others will hear and see…
must realize with this gift…comes great responsibility…
I wish more people…from those strangers in the street to our politicians and president
would think before they write or speak about the feelings their words beget.
Would understand before we take these 26 letters and into words unite them…
we must think about their meaning…before we speak or write them…
We should choose words of kindness…words of love….
and never our words abuse them….
not only in our choice of words…
but in how we choose to use them.
Gentle hopes thrive in the sunlight
Where miracles are encouraged
And kindness does always flourish
Breathes of passion caress the wind
With musical whispers of tenderness
Creating happiness that flows through
The heart and causes the very soul
To listen with a sense of compassion
Shadows of inspiration soothe the spirit
Where secrecy meets, combining with
Wisdom that reveals truths built on faith
Dancing with enlightenment and desire
Building fires of concern that keeps hearts
Pouring out blessings discovered within
The ones who know love is the only answer
Filling up lives with beautiful, warm embraces
Silent sincerities sigh with pure elation
Fixing their thoughts on blessed visions
Insights into the heart and soul of creativity
Breaking through the worry, pain and strife
Comes the prayers who welcome God’s sign
Revealing to us the wonders that set about
Designing aspirations and second chances
To reach out to those who need our empathy
Brilliant hues of phenomena beckon from
The heart of those who learn and grow with
Knowledge that the Lord is the answer to life
Journeying through this arid earth, yearning
For the wonders found in loving unconditionally
With all the heart and soul, beyond the hurts
Through everything that comes, good and bad
Happy and sad… throughout it all, unending love!
Ahh!! Ooh la-la me lady, Wee-wee ah, girl shall U say we
Tongue fish
A deep wish
a favored Bliss clingy concisive
Combining this tongue wrestle tongues
Touching salivate Bliss coming sweet succulent lips
Kiss amorous extended love for each other
Amore, Fair Anna I like you so much
I could just eat you up
As I salivate 500 to 1,000 different reasons Why?
Why we should swaps spit, ooh la la
And in the daylight under the sun
And while the shadow of the brightly moon shuns
We French kiss
Sucking face intimate passionate
Oh, Anna such a dilemma
Like a mouth on the straw
We withdraw penetrating such a rush
Tongue kissing
tantalizing expressing erotic passion
Anna Dopamine, oh!
Anna Endorphins, ooh!
Anna Oxytocin, ahh!
Oh! COME HERE GIRL
cuz, you don't wanna miss, this
French kiss
You don't have to speak, "ooh la la"!
Wee-wee, Girl. Anna you know my fondest desire my glorious wish
Is that you come o'er her girl come my love shall we French kiss
8/21/21 ©
FOR ANNA and the FRENCH KISS POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY MYSTIC ROSE
I can hear the wind whistling in the trees,
blowing loose strands of hair into my face;
playful-like, not quite enough to displease.
As a stillness morphs into a cool breeze
and Sol weaves colored clouds into pink lace,
I can hear the wind whistling in the trees.
As if by magic, crystal raindrops freeze,
and the snowflakes fall at a gentle pace;
playful-like, not quite enough to displease.
The sky exhales in whispered harmonies,
as a scarlet sun sinks without a trace,
I can hear the wind whistling in the trees.
Combining alternate realities,
Autumn and Winter start to interface;
playful-like, not quite enough to displease.
When temperatures dip a few degrees
and leaves get scattered all over the place—
I can hear the wind whistling in the trees,
playful-like, not quite enough to displease.