Long Compete Poems
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Part One
They say some people have more patience than others. I'm not sure that's true. People are only patient at pretending. The right word isn't patient - it's people-pleaser. That goes for you, and it goes for me.
Someone once said that to understand yourself, you must first understand others. I am aching for this season to end. I just want to understand myself - to help this poor, tired soul.
I can't compete with your definition of a "perfect moon" - because I was never even a moon. I never the chance, nor even a glance.
I doubt I ever felt at home - at home, or anywhere else. And if I did, was I playing music out loud? Was I bay holding up a smile? Or was I, just for once, unaware of my own appearance - finally, quietly, at ease?
Sometimes you think if we remove this actor from the stage, all eyes will finally be on you. But those eyes were only ever on you because of that actor.
Lingering rays of sunlight slowly die
as scarlet burns the sky, where clouds ignite.
And as the birds roost, bats begin to fly,
capturing elusive moths in mid-flight.
Luna hangs high in an ebony sky,
spinning dreams into beams of golden light.
And twinkling stars, like fireflies, in the night,
confetti the heavens, dazzling the eye.
Golden filigree, pinned to the darkness:
galaxies adorn the heavens above,
and shooting stars unzip the black of space.
Yet, Man stands unabashed, in His starkness,
for Nature's beauty; can't compete with love:
an emotion intrinsic to His race.
Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
CALM
When all the world seemed calm
The starlight met the dew
Birds chirps, did compete for tweets.
but sounded cheerfully sweet.
Cars moving slowly TO and FRO
Not much hustle in human bustle.
Not much chaos in the dawn.
Mommy would be cooking breakfast;
Children stretched, pondered, and yawn.
Eggs were fresh, and food was good.
Water with minerals, clean and pure.
All the world seemed calm back then...
I guess 1959-Was the calm before the storm.
1949 is the year after I was born,
Music took a leap of faith,
and blues became my poem.
Things still followed natural order,
Had not yet fully fell apart.
Then chaos interrupted peace-
We heard words like” Iron-Curtain” ...
So things were calm no more...Unstable and Uncertain.
The air was clean no more-- Bedtime stories, read no more
Air raids became our theme;
Children screamed; Knelt in darkened corners,
Clenched teeth, until the game was done.
Closed eyes, gave sighs, knees tucked between our thighs
We used folded arms to protect our heads-
That’s how we were prepared.
Waking up to induced nightmares;
Of the warmongers shrilly call.
Living among the living -dead.
“No more calm at all” ...
I could never question your beliefs who am I to say you're wrong?,
Many people love music but don't love the same songs,
Many people love to eat but don't eat the same foods,
Why should happiness compete? It makes us all look like fools,
We don't share the same jokes but we all love to laugh,
We don't feel the same quotes but ideas we all grasp,
Tell me what's the truth cause this life a mystery,
We don't have the same roots but we share a history,
We breathe the same air even drink the same water,
Share the same sun why we making life harder?,
If your thoughts bring you peace who am I to disturb?,
If it's not hurting me why should I say a word?
If it's God that you seek then I pray you're fulfilled,
If that's not your belief what makes yours more real?,
The root of all ideas share a base in the mind,
Imagination is persuasive more or less it's divine,
To be or not to be is merely options when you're free,
So for me to try to stop how you be isn't me.
I love you though you're different.
Women Bartender Parties
Their eyes watched
the bartender,
like a tennis ball,
volleying to each side,
bouncing, soft like
from side to side
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men
on gathering closer
to the campfire.
She was hot.
Their necks stretched,
minds made pseudo
claims, and mouths watered
of her effect.
She was young and new,
and too studious.
A librarian by day,
layers of academia,
flowing through her veins-
you could see that
she was smart, yet sassy.
There was no hiding, though,
the biker girl behind
those glasses, hair
in a bun, and brass demeanor.
She made sashay look
pedestrian.
She could compete with
a New York model
with her providence,
long arms and legs,
and a longer neck,
that likely sprung
a gasket in her admirers.
Would she lie?
When she gained wind
of whispering old men,
poking the shortness
of her denim shorts
she tickled their fancies.
"Is my vagina sticking out,"
as she checked her shorts,
innocence oozing from her
and sending old men's
watering hole to rise.
She was a frolicking horse
that put all the other
bar's bartenders to pasture.
She continued pouring
drinks, like how pouring rain-
rescues drought stricken
crops. She had that effect.
When she saddled next
to an old man, lucky one
at that, her gray eyes
boring into his browns,
as they split the night air
into little gifts,
exchanging presents
of knowledge of each other,
you could see his horses
neighing, too, nudging
to get out of the stables.
Did she say she was writing
a book?
He doesn't remember.
He remembers
seeing a moon flower.
She continued serving rain,
while the jukebox played
and the patrons swayed,
exchanging banter with each.
Moments later she did
the unthinkable-no
it wasn't a red scarlet.
Or connotative.
She drank, which is taboo,
matching shots of Royal,
three, with the old man,
while not missing a beat,
holding her liquor well,
and turning back his hands
............. of time.
connie pachecho
4/20/17
I write...
to touch
to inspire
to motivate
to influence
because it's my passion and escape
because it's liberating and therapeutic
because it gives me joy and satisfaction
because I love to create and compete in contests
It's never for the sake of writing
I have to feel a jolt of inspiration!
And I do feel a tingle down my spine
whenever a poem of mine resonates...
with people...or just one individual.
I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date originally written: 09/20/2019
Date submitted: 08/29/2022
Don’t mistake my quiet stance,
For weakness, fear, or lack of chance.
Your words were daggers, sharp and wild,
But I stood firm, composed, and styled.
You screamed, you cursed, you tried to win,
But silence cut much deeper in.
Not because I had no reply
I chose my peace, I walked on by.
No one was there to stand for me,
No shield, no friend, no family tree.
Alone I faced your storm of hate,
And still I rose, I sealed my fate.
You thought me fragile, thought me small,
But I won’t stumble, won’t let you call.
Your tantrums echo, loud and cheap,
While I protect the calm I keep.
I could unleash a sharper tongue,
Slice you down with lines well-sprung.
But why descend to where you dwell,
When silence speaks the truth so well?
Call me “sis,” or “Bit**,” too,
Whatever names empower you.
They hold no weight, they fade, they fall,
They don’t define me not at all.
You wanted rage, you wanted fire,
To drag me down into the mire.
But I won’t bend, I won’t compete,
My silence makes your noise obsolete.
So rant away, perform your show,
I’ll rise above, I’ll let it go.
My quiet strength will never cease
I won’t trade dignity for peace.
Its early on Saturday morning, coffee in hand, walking to my favorite place in Wadena Mn, where the early morning Sun is slowly waking up the deer, geese, bison, the dew is still fresh on the green grass, the smell of freshly cut grass is a testiment to how special this place is to me and my daughter..
My time here this morning will not be cut short, for its my time to be one with nature with the Savior who created each and every one, to think about my purpose on this earth, what I have created in this vast and often times uncertain social media driven society we are being forced to live in... where being a simple employee no matter what career you have, its always about what mountain are you going to climb, how much are you going to SHOVE your way into the ECONOMIC driven Money driven world,that certain companies force on us..
Being a PCA or working in manufacturing is no longer good enough, you have to compete non stop to keep up with the ELITE corporate stars..
Here, all i have to do is exhale, take a deep breath and enjoy nature, a simple life, of enjoying coffee with your neighbors at the local coffee shop, here at Sunnybrook park, the animals, the sunset, the cool breeze,the birds singing me a song, is my goal in life, I don't have to bow down to any big real estate gurus.
Until we meet again, thank you for inspiring me to write more, GOD Bless ..
Love song. Remember that love is in our actions.
Giving action to our love
By Michelle Morris
06/05/2023
When I long for your kiss
You appear as in a dream
Leaving me breathless and flushed
In moments that stay in my memory
So many things that we do and say
So many promises that we make
They can never, ever, compete
With the comfort that action brings
Let us leave this place, together
Let us commit forever and always
No strings or cages to hold us back
We will be breathless to the moon and stars
Let the stars kiss the moon each night
Let the moon love the sun in the in-between
We'll have forever and always, darling
Giving action to our love; giving action to our love
When I miss you from across the world
You feel my heart beat in time with yours
Ours is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love
It rocks us to our souls and voices
For sound and light go on forever in memories
Even if they're not experienced by us
The energy and threads sizzle together
And we are beyond bodies and minds
Let us leave this place, together
Let us commit forever and always
No strings or cages to hold us back
We will be breathless to the moon and stars
Let the stars kiss the moon each night
Let the moon love the sun in the in-between
We'll have forever and always, darling
Giving action to our love; giving action to our love
Oh, oh, oh... No strings or cages ever
No galaxies will stop this love
We belong together, baby, baby
Giving action to our love; giving action to our love
Let us leave this place, together
Let us commit forever and always
No strings or cages to hold us back
We will be breathless to the moon and stars
Let the stars kiss the moon each night
Let the moon love the sun in the in-between
We'll have forever and always, darling
Giving action to our love; giving action to our love
Giving action to our love...
© Michelle Morris, 2023