Long Comforting Poems
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Inside, where I am best known
For the music I preach, the silence
The peace – the breath of grace
Inspiration that stays alive because
I know what it means to believe…
Inside of me – there is a memory
So kind and sweet, like the color breathed
In light, soft and gentle, sensing the
Hope that comes to life because I can see
You are that moment, that precious seed
Planted by the hand who guides me,
The One who abides with me, comforting
Every fear, erasing all my tears, stirring
The laughter that brings me through
Inside of me – there is a piece of you,
My friend, my companion – the reason
I can see through the mystery into the secret
Dream, the memory of you and me…
Brave and young, like the stardust glitter
Sprinkled across the night, brilliant and alive
Scattering poetry that brings the heart
From darkness to light, from sad to happy
From the memory to the reality of today…
When you bring me through the past
With assurance that our love will last
Forever and always, binding – bonding
Our lives, so that the dim becomes bright
As we dance through the light – alive inside
Where our hearts and souls silence the doubts
Celebrating the love that is forever and always!
The darkness is my comfort, where I feel safe and sound
For it was refuge from the monsters, who tried to tear me down
My monsters come not from darkness, but in the harsh light of day
Hands gripping around my neck, pulling me down without my say
The darkness provides peace, a quiet time for all
A set of arms to watch me when I feel like I'm going to fall
As a result I have become acquainted with the spirit of the night
For this sacred time of tranquility is my refuge from it's light
So when the world falls asleep, and into the dreamworld be
There's a whole void awaiting, my perfect calamity
Adapted to the emptiness, a daughter of the night
In starry skies is when I have the best of my foresight
Praise be to the night who raised me, and the moon my beloved goddess
Compared to the loudness of the day, the night is much more modest
Everyone believes that sunny days bring about the most of joy
But the moon has kept me safe and sound, comforting me in the void
He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told.
Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early age he worked menial jobs until he married and asserted himself to a position on a cargo ship as a Merchant Seaman. So I've been told.
He traveled the world and had many long tales to share. Tales when spread made him a hero of many causes, and these inflated tales rein the peninsula and many compared him with John Henry and Jack Johnson. So I've been told.
He was a tall sepia man with a handsome face that was divinely chiseled to the image of Hermes. So I've been told.
He was a courageous bull that suffered his demise at the hands of his enemy. So I've been told.
He was a vigorous bear with broad shoulders that expanded forever like the Baeke plateau and was a comforting pillow for my weary head.
His legs when stretched out from a sitting position was a nuisance, a tripping device for a young child whose vision was aimed high when walking by.
He smelled of stale tobacco and Old Spice.
His tatami cheeks pricked fingers to the touch with delightful pain.
His long fingers with soil underneath its horny protective covering could move swiftly over finger plates of a saxophone or skillfully up and down the fretted neck of a guitar if he, so willed. Yet he titillated my ribs, under my arms and the soles of my feet.
His voice vociferated like thunder at his adversaries and changed to an astonishing softer degree when he called my name. This I know and so you are now being told.
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Rush to me, my fair lady, an intersteller cosmic mundane , an avid worthwhile
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Rush to me, my fair lady, an intersteller cosmic mundane, an avid worthwhile
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I gave a piece of myself,
Something gentle and true
Trickling with teardrops,
Melting the darkness, the fear
With kindness and carefully
Laced feelings, beauty – honesty
Sincere as the wind, rustling
Laughter from the dawn
Where I laid up all my memories,
Dreams alive in hues so warm
It feels like they are alive,
Baking in the sun
I gave a part of my heart,
Without pride or arrogance
Dressed in grace, tender faith
Pouring hope like a rainstorm
Drenches the moments in
Miraculous nourishment, reassuring
The hungry soul with an embrace
From the best inspiration,
Like the imagination’s whisper
As it glimpses wonders beyond surrender
Sensations willing to tremble,
Like the ache of a smile who is wise,
A light so brilliant it stirs hope
And feelings so faithful, so grateful
Like a prayer, breathed from the past
Remembered in the moment
When the answer encourages, blesses
Caresses the spirit with belief
Echoes of dreams, starving for sustenance,
Embraces, kisses – a touch
From the heartfelt moment when love
Strokes the day with silence,
The night with moonlight rising
I gave a slice of light
Caressing life, illuminating
Shadows with a fire, desires
Swift and strong, more powerful
Than the silhouette of dawn,
The ghost of a moment
When my heart lunged forward,
Breaking through the fear
Hushing the past with all its doubt
So hope glistens like the stars
In the summer skies,
Revealing the flickering joy,
Firefly adventures – twinkling
In the distance, miracles
Lifting wings in beating tales
Staring just beyond the laughter
Into the blazing passions,
Flaming infernos of exhilaration
Promising the peace
That only comes to life in the one
Who listens to the stillness
Found in the hope of the Son
I gave into the Savior
Since then I have kindled
Silence so I can hear
Its praises, its prayers, its ways
Into the moments when
His hand reaches just beyond
My worries, my doubts
Relieving my spirit of its fear,
Singing grace into my soul,
Calming, comforting, proving to me
Love is worth everything I do for it
And more, so very much more!
I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.
With wetted brush in hand,
I looked out, ready to begin.
But there upon the golden sand,
Ran my tomboy daughter, Quin.
An only child, Quin had long ago found ways to amuse herself. Since the age of three she'd insisted on brushing her own hair into a ponytail, Now, at seven, she hadn't yet gotten the hang of it, but fly-a-way hair becomes my little tomboy. I smiled when I realized how much like Quin I was as a child. I watched as she chased gulls and sandpipers, clapping her hands to keep them flying ahead of her running steps. A child of nature, she sees beauty in everything. She stopped and shielded her eyes against the rising sun with her hands. She watched the sandpipers land further up the beach then walked back to me.
"Mommy, do you think the birds
are afraid of me when I give chase?"
She waits to hear comforting words.
I smile, looking at her worried face.
"Quin, my darling, if you think they are afraid, find something else
to do that won't scare them away." She picked up her blue denim bag and skipped along the shore looking for starfish and sand dollars. I painted the scene I wanted to capture, but Quin became the focal point of my canvas. I used the green, blue, white, and ochre to paint what nature provided, but I used a shade called peony for the cheeks of my tomboy daughter.
sandpipers and gulls
Quin still loves making them fly
with paint on canvas
Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray.
Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle. Snooping around for help, where none avails, my hopeless persuit.
Thought Earth was fun to be but mountains in my way, keep escalating, sometimes light in my tunnel run off with my strength, look for objects to lean on but all I have are these blade shoulders of mine, all as casualties from my survival war.
Trying to nurse my faith, the pressure sitting in so strong, breath in my lungs delapitates, beeping sound of my pulse, waving in dissipating sequences. This coffin I was brought to Earth in and today is not yet the day I give in.
All I'm is a child of the soil but this soil try all means to consume the last of my least presence, if dust demand me back, never shall my struggle claim this victory
A image whispers through my contemplations
I feel like I’ve awakened in a dream of the past
Emotions surround me, gracing me with prayers
Bidding me wisdom from this reflection elapsed
A representation of what once gave me joy
Selections of melodies gone now, but recalled
With this tender rendition of long-ago moments
Sweet echoes singing softly as I listen intently
A replication gently touches my inner affections
Reminding me that I’ve been blessed with memories
Some that will always appeal to my compassion
Some that encourage me to keep loving with passion
A vision of some moment that has passed from my mind
Valuable beauty filling my heart with inspiration and delight
Little memorials of all the things that have gone by me
Adventures in living that reassure and fill me with sensibility
A portrayal of living that enlivens my sense of reception
Waking within me that charming remembrance of elation
The way that if feels to know acceptance and assurance
Feelings that come back with a glimpse at this picture
A depiction of the moment when I was so alive with anticipation
Yearning for the heartfelt fervor that brightens the moments
Soothing the broken heart and heartening the discouraged
Comforting the one who hurts and encouraging the hopeless one
A personification of satisfaction from hope, faith and love
All that comes from knowing the grace and mercy of God above
Sent to reassure anyone who sees this impression of an earlier time
A moment that stirred up feelings which will always hold adoration for…
A memory caught in a photo
A young man worked for a major corporation for 12 years, but got laid off
He was a Systems Programmer
The Supervisor told the young man of cutbacks being laid offs, and that his position was eliminated
The last hired the first fired
That wasn’t comforting news for the young man
How will his bills be paid, and where will he live without an apartment?
All that was going through the young man’s mind
He felt in adequate and a failure
He cried in desperation alone
He saw himself as a down cast
But what the young man didn’t realize, he achieved value
There were goals in craftsmanship of talent with the skills embraced
The young man had skills in Technology
That’s a high mark and not a low mark
He needs to believe in himself, and don’t let anyone to discourage him
At some point, many will experience the hammer of unemployment
The young man decided to keep his skills fine toned in being prepared for another job opportunity
He was young and not ready for retirement
Believing and praying the young man did
Opportunity knocked and he was prepared
The young man called got called for an interview for another Programming position in a big corporation
He went to the interview, filled out the application and waited for the interviewer to come out
The young man sat down and answered the questions the HR person asked
He was later told, he got the job
Value at its best
Just believe and victory will tell its own story
The young man did and you can too
Remember, value is a commodity that no one can take away.
In a coastal haven, a small beach town unfolds,
Where names are known, in warmth and tales retold.
Away from city's roar, tranquility is found,
Love and serenity, a comforting surround.
Upon the shore, devoid of sunbathers' claim,
Fishermen prepare, their boats in silent aim.
Seated on the sand, hear waves weave rhythmic lore,
My castle dreams, footprint-less on the shore.
Miles on the beach, where tides play their game,
In the evening, hues shift, a vibrant flame.
Sea's treasures glisten, shells on sandy reach,
Under the night, stars and Moon gently teach.
Drowsing 'neath skies, dark and infinite,
Roosters croon, melodies sweet and exquisite.
Dawn unfurls, sun's rays a morning grace,
Simple breakfast, coconut water's embrace.
Afternoon by the pond, cows and people wade,
Lotus and lilies, a visual serenade,
In my dreamland, a sanctuary grand,
I yearn for the haven, my feet in the sand.