Long Compounds Poems
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he fought for his country
the freedom of others
and the will to survive
the compounds of war
his friends called him dizzy
because he could spin circles
around thoughts in their heads
while sipping on gin
from tarnished bottles
in smoke filled poker halls
retirement was an afterthought
to survival, when dodging bullets
in never ending wars
that now raid his mind
much like enemies
looking for a prisoner of war
to take back as some trophy
he was never rewarded
for the life he lived
he carries instead scars
resting above his wooden leg
unseen, like his heroic actions
and him as he walks along
alone in a society
that has forgotten his name
august 16, 2019
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An endless sequence marching to the shore,
the repetitious, mesmerizing sea.
The shoulders, tensed, relaxing all the more
as wave on wave come rolling over me.
Beyond the bar, the deeper hues of blue
turn emerald as they pass across the sand;
a frothy white appears as if on cue,
and rides, rambunctious, all the way to land.
A sound machine so marvelously made,
enraptured, I am caught up in a trance.
A symphony, with crashing symbols, played;
the waves complete a choreographed dance.
The soothing sound compounds its sweet effects;
I breathlessly anticipate the next.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
Written 06/19/2022
Your sitting all alone waiting for your heart to
break.
Through trials and tribulations one seeks the power of
the most high cause one doesn't know how much more
one can take.
Alone in a dark hole,
disclosing all of your unforgetable woes.
Asking the question, Is this the life i chose? who knows.
For as the the outline of water, falls down off your
face,
You feel the core of empty space that hit's you hard and
raw in that loving place.
Pain,
Strain,
and no emotional gain play's at it's own
symbolic beat
Pressures of hidden treasures measures the timeline
in victory of it's own defeat
Turning pages of different rages only compounds into
disfunctional stages.
Seeing the shadows off reflection in the mirror looking
for hope,
Not wanting to see the true face,
When your trying to cope.
Tiffany Saxon
Isolation
In a city so full of many
Why can’t I find a friend
One loyal true companion
That life will finally send
I’ve tired of the loneliness
And emptiness I found
The sorrow paralyzed me
Its sadness it compounds
It’s hiding in the hidden recesses
That lurk inside my soul
Its fangs, they grip at heartstrings
Destruction as their goal
A breakdown of my person
Disintegrating heart
An identity collapsing
Before a union starts
Immersed in a veil of sadness
My brain, it finally rests
Escaping from the emptiness
Reminders of my past
The gap that I am feeling
Fills up its empty well
Recharged with expectations
Wraps up the barren shell
When rays of dancing sunlight
They finally appear
With thoughts and dreams of happiness
Salvation looming near
Because each and every person
He needs to the believe
And spend time in his company
And find his own reprieve
Then, he can find his circle
And secure his niche
His solitude will dissipate
And he will find his wish
And then the world will follow
And the crowds will chase
And solitude and company, discord and joy will embrace
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
One Tree
You came across the water
Taking land that did not belong to you
Chased the natives from their homes
Killing some for no reason
Locking some away in dark cells
You put the rest on compounds
Places where you could control them
Then you hunted the animals
So many we are down to the last few
They were both here long before you
Man and animal settled this land
While you and yours lived in caves
Now the land is yours
My home has been taken from me
So I, like so may wander the land
Looking for a chance to live in peace
Now, I have only one question
Just for me
In your haste to kill and control this land
Couldn’t you just leave one tree standing
One tree where I could sleep, eat and live
I guess not
Today’s silent screams end up as tomorrow’s unshed, angry, inside tears,
And they effect a variety of people.
Today’s sadness and depression compounds yesterdays’ misery,
Breaking people down,
Reducing communication.
Today’s angry attitudes cause road rage, and drive by shootings,
Today can only be lived once, but it can change everything.
Today, reach out to one person.
You might not find out for years,
You might never find out,
But if you do reach out,
To one person,
Only one.
It might make the world a better place.
Knowing it now does not matter a whit anyway.
When you get to heaven and your spirit guides open your book of today’s
That’s when it will matter.
We gave you all of these todays, they say.
And you did not change anything.
What say you?
Compounds and Elements
It's painful to recall my so head full or rocks.
Inorganic chemistry was for me, plain, mysterious bedrock!
Luckily my chemistry partner must have been from heaven sent.
To me, with a brain made of rock hard cement.
Fires I started and experiments exploded!
My professor stared at me~ I saw his mind being imploded.
This was at Loyola University in Chicago,that's right near the lake.
I think I prayed at night for God my soul to take!
I was sure I was going to fail this course.
I stared at my student nurse's face with total remorse.
The day for final grades,so horribly came,
I figured he would fail this dizzy dame.
To the professor's office I went with my knees knocking.
I was about to learn something totally shocking.
He was such a sweet, short, lovely man sitting,
with a smile on his face.
I had the feeling, perhaps I would not be disgraced!
" I know how good a nurse you will be.
So I decided not to fail you, but give you a D!"
Happy as a lark,as grateful, as can be.
I went to our Madonna De La Strada Chapel, thanking the
Lord for sending this compassionate professor to me.
July 28, l2020
4pm PST
This is a factual account of some of the
best days of my life at Loyola.
"Ad Majorem Dei Gloria"
ashes nestling its claws
caressing the cyclical nature of rejuvenation
the legendary bird takes refuge from the past
as novel adventures beckon their beaks
flight takes a journey from the crest
lights all chakras
compounds interdependence
and freedom from suffering
soon sorrows and pain
fade into impermanent history
and a necessary foundation for growth
leads the return from the abyss
one wing flap at a time
if you believe in magical blessings
the future will be bright and full of merriment
it only takes a little bit of faith in the Universe
to overcome the shadows of Self
on the path to new life
Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go
Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go
Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go
Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world
September 7, 2018