Long Come off Poems
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Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness here abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Conversations we never had.
I could sink into your eyes,
Just to be blown away by your smile.
I want you.
I need you,
To feel what I feel.
Without you I am empty,
Mile after mile.
I need to know if this is fiction,
Or whether it could become real.
I know thinking of you as perfect is way down the line,
But line after line that’s what I wanted to write.
If I had three wishes, they would all be let her be mine.
When I peer into the darkness,
I hope somehow I see your light.
I would come off obsessive if I told you my truths,
But the truth is you are beautiful and I do like you.
If I had to lie, I’d say I wasn’t thinking of you everyday,
For the past fortnight.
For some reason I miss you.
It’s the hope that kills me,
The lust is there,
But you give me thrills,
And I think I truly care.
But what do I know? This is all new to me.
I never truly saw you until now.
I never realised I was empty.
You could be the love that makes me complete,
Or you are probably married,
Or something, or something.
You would run a mile if I showed you the real me,
Because we’ve only just met and we’re not even a thing.
But this poem is about things we never say.
You will walk out of my life without ever knowing what I feel,
And that could be seen as a good thing in a whole heap of ways.
So I keep my silence, even though my heart you steal.
I over exaggerate my desire for her,
For she is beauty personified, that much is clear.
I would be sad if my need to be with her was spurned,
And all just because I want her to be near.
So all these things I never said,
Because you probably would not ever say yes,
If I said could you love me for worst or best.
So I keep my love for you safely locked inside my head.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It seems I really loved to hop around,
to have my feet come off, then back on ground.
I got a pogo stick I used all year
and wore out quickly once I learned to steer!
At 15, I was not the same small kid,
for there were other fun things that I did.
However, I still liked some childish things
like Sting Ray bikes and trampolines and swings.
That year appeared in stores a brand new toy,
a grand delight for every girl and boy.
And though a woman I had now become,
that Christmas I just had to have me one!
This last big toy of mine I won’t forget
because it brought me also some regret.
A toy once you start, you can hardly stop:
Can you guess? It was the Hoppity Hop.
This toy was just a big strong rubber ball.
You’d grip its handles so you wouldn’t fall.
I loved to bounce around the yard on it,
and all I had to do was simply sit!
A boy I kind of liked showed up one day.
I didn’t know he’d come and seen me play
until I got up off that crazy ball
and went to tell him “hi,” but that’s not all. . .
I learned the back side of my shorts had split.
The whole time he was there, I never knew it.
My sisters later told me. Well, that guy
simply stayed and didn’t bat an eye!
I felt so idiotic and was sure
he must have found me kind of immature,
a grown girl hopping all around her lawn!
But worse was how I felt once he had gone.
He’d seen my shorts ripped from behind, and then
said nothing. I could not face him again.
So silly! He still liked me after all. . .
but I abandoned him and that dang ball!
1/15/2022 for Natasha L. Scragg's Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Laundering wealthy clothes and other valuables,
baptizing moments and grand white-washed events,
scrubbing dissonant deposits
into healthy places and times,
laundering life with transcendent love.
When we're done sitting in solidarity with Earth's laundry,
it's probably time to start over,
or succumb to our own stinky mess of pseudo-wealth
Therapeutically baptizing body-minds toward resilient health
may require soaking in resonant eco/ego co-awareness,
eco-herent
eco-operative
ecompassioning co-identity.
Clean chi-body clothes cover
and uncover,
discover,
recover would be co-redeemers of healthy mental wealth
rediscovering spiritually naturing systems.
Corporate-sponsored competitive detergents
of urgent LeftHemisphere enculturation
have blinded too many to a more polycultural Received Tradition:
human nature evolved through interdependent mentorships
of caregiving and nurturance and cooperation
between
within
among
inclusive of all Earth's tumbling Tribes
learning natural relationships
in environmental systems
stabilizing through mutual solidarity,
like air with fire,
soil with water.
Too often Left-Brain Dominance
has confused our designer attire and attitudes
facilitator scrubbing functions
mutual mentoring
co-redemptive economic EcoLogical Co-Operative Vocations
with those we have labeled
"Sole Proprietor"
and "Owner" of Nature's Laundry.
These labels tend to come off
during a healthy multicultural stone-washed thrashing
of decompositional analysis.
EgoCentrism,
like traumatic AnthroCentrism,
and its oppressor cousin, RacialElitism,
and MonoCultural SurfaceCleaned Tolerance
fail to wash well
for achieving long-term EcoCentric
PolyCultural
Health-Wealth Optimization Outcomes.
HumanHubris confuses ourselves,
scrubbing down our Beloved EarthHost
as if She were a monopolistically-intended Flea,
resulting in great misfortune
especially for Earth's future grandchildren
drowning in over-populated toxic pain in the everywhere.
They could have been our much Beloved Community,
if we would regenerate this drying out revolution,
permaculturally washing
with Earth's Nature-Balancing
decompositional soap
of ecological intelligence.
The word “love” is so easily thrown around
It starts to get a distorted meaning
To say you "just love that new kitty litter”
Then say you “love me” – it starts to come off as a little demeaning
“Love” shouldn’t be so easy to say
And it shouldn’t be used so very often
When you say you “love” this and then you say you “love” that
Well, the word kind of starts to soften
Based on the words that you have uttered this week
I rank right up there with peanut butter and bacon
You “love” the new toilet seat, the joke you just heard
And the smell of coffee – if I’m not mistaken
You “love” your new shoes, the book that you’re reading
And that gay guy in the office
You “love” sleeping in, getting your fingernails painted
And that singer, whoever “The Boss” is
You “love” the porcelain pig that is our door stop
You “love” the smell of our scented candles
You "love" the funny little mugs that you bought last week
Because they have the cutest little handles
So if I don’t do flips or a handspring or two
When you mention how much I am loved
It’s only because I’m trying to figure out
Where I fit in with those things listed above
This may come off a bit inappropriately,
so I apologize in advance to everybody,
but for the love of god, Stop Freaking Praising Me!
Appreciation is not how any of your praise of me is received.
It Fills Me With Rage Actually!
Don't tell me how amazing you think I am.
Don't tell me that I have the biggest heart of any known man.
Stop telling me that the world needs more like me in it.
Stop praising, stop admiring, Just Stop It God Damn It!
Take all of that wasted praising energy,
And Direct It Where It Will Do The Most Good
for you and everybody.
The things that you find so remarkably performed by yours truly,
could be accomplished by any one of you, anybody,
and be accomplished quite literally effortlessly,
so if you want me to feel good for whatever good I have done
for anything, anybody or any one,
don't freaking praise me,
Assimilate My Behavior At The Very Least.
That alone would be very much appreciated by yours truly.
Stop Praising Me for any good I may have done.
Honor Me by assimilating my behavior, and take immediate direct action.
Written By: D. Collins 1/12/2017
I can mesmerize you before I truly come out.
Then, you will know what I am really about.
Articulation is just one of my strong suits.
But, don't get it twisted, I will come right at you.
You may not like the words that come off my tongue.
But, I carry a big stick and a big 'ole gun.
So, whosoever out there that has a problem with that.
Please meet me on the other side of the tracks.
I'm a professional brotha with a streak of dirt.
And, I really don't mind putting in a little work.
I could turn that into my after hours hobby.
Repelling down into an upscale lobby.
That is how easy a person could be mesmerized.
And, the last thing they would show is silver-dollar eyes.
Because, they know the reason you are actually there.
An unexpected situation, with no time to prepare.
The holidays is often a time of heightened feelings and emotions, whether light or dark. Please take care and try to be kind to yourself and others. There is no need to abuse anyone. The greatest gift we can give each other is love and light, and all the wonderful feelings and emotions that are related thereto.
feeling small
by Michelle Morris
24/12/2022
when you're feeling small
and cowering in the corner
try to let your highest self
guide you with its power
you are so much stronger
so much wiser than you know
try to believe in yourself
and find your inner glow
you may not be able to
stand up against the bullies
but at some point you'll find
you can walk away for good
the festive season is often
so dangerous for many
the masks come off when
demons are aplenty
for happy families is a situation
that is not reflective of our society
so many trauma bonds
are formed in family surroundings
and the abusers make excuses
so much more during holidays
they'll blame everyone but themselves
for their lack of human qualities
but maybe if they took some pause
drank and took less drugs
they'd be able to better control
the dark demons in their hugs
if you are being treated badly
i hope that you'll remember
that somewhere out in this world
there are constant prayers and blessings
live to thrive another day
try to avoid fighting every moment
but if it really comes to that
fight tooth and nail and body
i hope that you survive this
i hope that you'll find justice
i hope that in future holidays
you'll experience peace and love
blessings for a safe and good home
always
© Michelle Morris, 2022
she had attempted to colour in outside of the box
now the silver lining dangled from a broken necklace
suffocated her aspirations oozed discontent and sorrow
the shine had come off and no amount of polish would
erase smudges and impurity nor restore a once lucid soul
reflections tore at her heart and strangled in darkness
precious metal now a neck tie of craving for balance
reprieve from discomfort aberrations and delusions
pendant to be relieved from reversed penchant of life
at first she assigned emotions to one crazy error of judgement
distortion of passion disillusionment or mere false appraisal
yet resentments turned on herself in anger insecurity and fear
her whole mindset had been poisoned inflamed to the core
only complete reconstruction of Self would yield any success
which is when she decided to stop running away to face the truth
Hailstones ricochet off a steel cellar door
As storm clouds charge like winged hussars
Across the raging sky.
I’m sheltering somewhere far from Kansas,
Memorizing my witness protection profile
And getting acquainted with the honesty of solitude.
I’m contemplating the mystery of consciousness
While ruminating the passage of time.
I explore the big empty, every nerve cell inert.
If I had any feelings, they’d only be hurt.
Happy people piss me off
By flaunting what I haven’t got.
All my truth can be explained
By every teardrop ever rained
While sitting in the witness box.
Now, I’m a mystery contained within a riddle.
It’s the melancholy garlic of a saffron affair.
And if I come off hard around the edges,
It doesn’t mean I testified in vain.