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Just picture this:
Our solar system with it’s Sun and its planets
The delicate dance around that the planets do
Now imagine an incredibly massive hair net
That holds all together like celestial super glue
Now try to conceive of the vast distances/space
between even the closest...or the most far
and how they race at breakneck pace
in lockstep about our star
Step back if you would...outside of our realm
You’ll see our part of the cosmos as simply a sphere
A round vesicle vessel with who knows what at the helm
And no need of a helmsman or rudder to steer
What I’ve just described:
Is naught but a rude, crude similacrum
Of the further digression of what I’m trying to say
That I hope will be obvious to some (and hopefully many)
Who take the time to bear with me today
I’m going to ask you:
Now to take note of a fantastic thing
The amazing similarity of things so dissimilar
You might have to let your imagination take wing
And take total leave of everything familiar
Imagine the smallest of the small:
Then imagine it many million times smaller still
It to, is a universe in it’s own right
It to, like ours, has a centre (nucleus) as all universes will
and like ours can even produce light (excited electrons)
Let us take this comparison even further:
with poetic license let’s call this it’s Sun. Ok?
about which negatively charged particles (planets?)
Rotate in precise orbits in a very planetary way
and are held tight in a circle..(remember the hairnet?)
Now let’s throw distances into the mix:
Imagine the distance from the Earth to the Sun
It’s all mostly empty vast space wouldn’t you agree?
Well It’s the same for the tiny atom
That makes up everything. (for now, think you and me)
Now let’s consider unimaginably empty space:
It is the basic component both of universes and atoms
And since everything including us, is composed of things atomic `
and has been since the days of Eve and Adam
I’ll get to my point...and my point is anatomic!
Let’s bring this tiresome diatribe to an end:
By realizing That atoms (meaning you and me)
Are mostly nothing and that’s a bit humbling
we’re naught but egos...noisy...but empty
just souls made of holes in empty space
...atumbling...
THE LAST NEGOTIATIONS
The child that I was – Never believed in death-
Loving life so much that I cud not conceive of it.
Time – states of minds- growth-maturation
New realizations, that interfered with my own
Understanding of, life death and purpose.
Collecting bits of earth- I loved her
Wanted to hold on to whatever came from her.
Butterflies, fire flies-lady bugs and praying mantis.
Geology was my solace.
The sun kept my “pet rocks”
Warm for me –
Unlike the trees, Moon, and Stars,
I could hold on to them.
Rocks, stones, and driftwood and the like- All
Had the formation and the beauty
That drew me in as if it had a personality.
I loved them, and knew they each had a story-
Unlike living pets, I also knew my rocks would never die.
I had grown up to find that the deal I made with God.
{To never let me die}, was neither, doable, nor had the Bargain
Been sealed on the other end.
I have seen people suffer and grow old.
Therefore, I have made a new deal, asking God.
” Please do not let me grow old”
with incontinence and feebleness;
Afraid while moving towards my
impermanence my mind may tell me to;
Seasoning my food with cleansing powered instead of salt.
Once I never wanted to grow old-
Once, I longed to stay upon on the earth forever:
With the promise of the unknown heaven as a reward,
I still opted to stay.
Today I have Different eyes, think different ways.
I have made a new deal with my creator,
Which is: “Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my breath to take. I pray
my kept soul be set free,
and my loved ones to keep,
Come gently and swiftly
I speak the uttered lines.
To fit my worth- Not so eager to
remain on earth anymore.
No longer is the earth my turf.
Not the version prayed for as a child.
Let me Die peacefully in my sleep.
Bury my Ashes in the Black sand,
Cover me with beautiful Stones.
Until I take root and grow something
healing from my rich soot.
Greater now is my faithfulness.
For I no longer fear death.,
But fear what has become of this earth.
I want no turmoil to spoil my peaceful transition.
You offered me sincere hope
With a longing deep inside my soul
Assuring me that I could cope
With whatever comes you convinced
That I don’t ever need to mope
There is always that second chance
You reminded me that I must have faith
The kind that awakens sweet praise
Promising my heart that it would saith
All that I needed to hear, holding dear
The memories that came like a wraith
Enlightening, inviting, mesmerizing my spirit
You gave me the best of all, your love
With the sincerity of one who knows joy
Incredible elation that comes from above
Shining with shimmering pearls of light
Stunning in ways that I wouldn’t conceive of
Showing my heart that it had been blessed
You extended to me the grace and peace
That only comes with sincere belief
Lingering laughter that would always increase
Comforting my fears, erasing all the tears
Declaring our love, our light, to be a masterpiece
Worthy of every moment we shared our lives
You showed me that this love was a romance
Worthy of our hearts, our souls, our dreams
Love so alive seems to happen at first glance
To those who know that love dances through time
Brings happiness beyond words if you take a chance
And love like this is the last day, last way, last say
You bestowed your affection on my entire life
Granted me acceptance that taught me to care
Taught me that this love would cure all my strife
Penetrate my heart with kindness and inspiration
Feelings that would guide me even in the afterlife
When I know we’ll be together always and forever
You are more than treasured – you are more than unique
You are my heart and soul – you are my love
You are my special dream – the tear caressing my cheek
You are the dance of light that comes from above
Without you, my dear… I can’t imagine how to seek
The joy that comes from knowing you and holding you
You are the love that inspires my soul
Thank you for a love that is always in control!
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His scriptures whisper words
That color hearts in hues of hope
Leave souls filled with a song
Encourage faith to grow strong
Erase the doubt and dread
Shine like stars through the dark
Healing and comforting with reprieve
That longs to know the grace
The peace that is like a vibrant
Truth, reflecting the wonder
Inside those who feel His touch
On every dream, each moment,
All the feelings that are felt
By hearts who melt with this relationship
This never ending feeling that stirs up
Hearts and souls with God’s love
His sacred scriptures inspire
The heart to believe, the soul
To conceive of all that is loving
All the joy and wonder, the light
That shines through the heart
Beckoning to those who need Him
Yearn for His kindness, His grace
The beauty of His wonderful face
With His blessing of pure love
There comes a beauty that sparkles
With delicate dreams and sweetest
Peace – serenity that sings of faith
That is alive inside, like a psalm
Of the soul, guarding the holy hands
Who embrace His spirit like a friend
His scriptures, words to live by
Inspire, reassure and awaken hearts
To the kindness of a Savior
Who died for us, knowing from the start
That some would reject His grace
The love that abounds with this faith
In the One who died and rose again
Giving every soul a chance to be saved
His scriptures are the answer
To doubts and dread and darkness
They abound with precious blessings
Pure joy, peace and the wisdom
To reach out to the One who gave us
A second chance, a new life, mercy
And grace that relieves all our strife
His scriptures reveal His love
If we only believe in His word
We can have everything worthwhile
A new heart, a new hope, a new life
Someday, a home in the sky…
With the One who gave up His life
That we can know the wonder
Of His grace and love, His deliverance!
While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high.
And the guys get high and hard thinking about what the girls are like
behind their eyes.
That says more about me than reality. And it's exactly four lines.
Ken Patchen would say his angel smells sweet and sassy.
I feel the bony fingers of mine who has been working to stay alive.
Enough small poetry. One must conceive of a project--
say a poem about a bridge--or stop writing
and instead walk over the bridge at sunset and see the city in a nuclear
war
the clocks, the Watchtower and the docks gone and no smoke.
I still exist but I'm late for my job. I'm dressed well
in honor of true love and Spring which both outlast the holocaust.
The manager cans me with the cold hard eyes of one who accepts the
rules entirely.
Goodbye to the rows of dead metal desks and goodbye
to those who can take it longer than I.
The guys downstairs do not read poetry and very little prose.
The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money does not
occupy their minds.
The sex pistils of the mountain daisy is no concern of theirs
and the man upstairs who plays the horn is less than a curiosity but makes
more noise.
When I feel like this nothing matters and this is good--
get warm with wine, turn out the lights and turn up the radio--
if only there were a woman who liked the down and out life too.
In the end someone sticks a gun in my face in the South Bronx.
How I got among the fire escapes in the sooty alley I cannot say
but it is one of my earliest memories. Perhaps it is my grandmother
holding my hand
or one of the clowns. I say Drop that goddamn gun and he blows me
away.
DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?
What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?
There are countless millions of people waiting to see if……….
If…. the world implicates impotence in the imposition of an implosion
And an explosion of exponential proportions
If….. children will still suffer starvation with a lack of elation
While adults liberate libation from the arms of repudiation and renunciation
Without the justification of abjuration
If…… politicians will persistently pontificate to people with platitudes and perforate their dreams with dreariness and dread
If…..The Bible continues to be a book believers were born for
And sinners in sanctimonious seclusion harbor only scorn for
If…gun metal will be melted down to make buckles for children’s shoes and no longer create ornaments of atrocious armaments
With supplemental supplication and subjugation is no longer sorrow’s creation
If……love’s loquaciousness leads to a land where lamentable liars are held liable for their lies
And become predisposed and prone to sincerity and integrity that is integral to intelligent and incisive ideology
If…..the universe will rise above a curse with the consistency of cantankerous and consternating cruelty
If…...the collective mind of mankind will conceive of conviviality and make merciless malice a triviality
If…..we will ever answer all these “ifs”
What if no one need ask if this or that will be?
What if calm champions and honest campaigns trumps over combat and war?
What if calmness finally comes to you and me,
and those countless millions who find battling a beleaguering bore?
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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?
What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?
There are countless millions of people waiting to see if……….
If…. the world implicates impotence in the imposition of an implosion
And an explosion of exponential proportions
If….. children will still suffer starvation with a lack of elation
While adults liberate libation from the arms of repudiation and renunciation
Without the justification of abjuration
If…… politicians will persistently pontificate to people with platitudes and perforate their dreams with dreariness and dread
If…..The Bible continues to be a book believers were born for
And sinners in sanctimonious seclusion harbor only scorn for
If…gun metal will be melted down to make buckles for children’s shoes and no longer create ornaments of atrocious armaments
With supplemental supplication and subjugation is no longer sorrow’s creation
If……love’s loquaciousness leads to a land where lamentable liars are held liable for their lies
And become predisposed and prone to sincerity and integrity that is integral to intelligent and incisive ideology
If…..the universe will rise above a curse with the consistency of cantankerous and consternating cruelty
If…...the collective mind of mankind will conceive of conviviality and make merciless malice a triviality
If…..we will ever answer all these “ifs”
What if no one need ask if this or that will be?
What if calm champions and honest campaigns trumps over combat and war?
What if calmness finally comes to you and me,
and those countless millions who find battling a beleaguering bore?
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Standing straight and tall, I am happy among my next of kin,
graceful and gracious, accepting and at one with nature.
The gentle whisper of the wind is music in our midst,
A cornucopia of chirping sounds, gleeful gifts from the birds.
Do you ever wonder how I have grown at last
For it was only six weeks ago that I was not on this spot
Yet it would seem that right before your very eyes
I suddenly appeared overnight, you were surprised!
My story cannot be told without mentioning the farmer.
Day after day, year after year he never gave up on me.
A powerful testimony of perseverance and trust, and hope and faith
in The One Almighty and... the power of a dream.
Knowing the value of patience, he waited and cared for me
oh so tenderly and never gave up. I dared not ever
conceive of disappointing him, so while he gave my needs
every day, I did what I had to do... I grew.
Not above, but underneath the ground, where no one can see,
to build that inner strength, deeply rooted in my seed.
One day in the fifth year, the right time came and
I literally leaped off the ground. Miracles do abound!
I am ever giving. I give food to the hungry, a shelter
for the homeless...even a bed. I am seat and a fence.
I provide clothing and more. It is my nature to give.
From my innermost being I provide freshness in the air.
Strong and resilient, I am not cowed by storms
They give their all to topple me from where I stand,
yet I hold my ground. I may bend and sway for the wind,
but after a while I stand, straighten and do not lose my grip.
I learned to accept my weakness and be proud of my strength
An image of one who is calm, I am at peace with myself.
26 August 2015
Birth of a Nation, Revisited.
Yo, In this birthing of new imagination,
Competitive flows stifle my creativity,
But in the inertia of lifting my sisters,
I am catapulted to new day and night dreams of joy,
My budget is tight cause’ I care more about poverty than riches,
And my freestyle flow is kinda weak, cause I’m a geek from the suburbs,
But God loves me still the same,
Tupac, Breed, Clapton, Mayard, prophets spanning generations,
Barak, a new kind of king that trades his crown for true democracy,
Democrats prayin’, Yo that’s a new day dawning,
Cause now its all over,
Cause when progressives start seekin’ the Divine,
That’s the whole code cracked,
Yo this path I walk is tired,
Yo this path I walk is tumultuous,
But when I see Barak steppin’ out of shells of racist idolatry and uniting a nation,
Then I know I chose correctly.
Yo this path I walk is tired,
Yo this path I walk is tumultuous,
But when I see apostles speekin’ of justice, mercy, and faith instead of straining
over gnats of imposed sexuality, and swallowing camels of foreign fears,
Then tears flow, and I know its all worth it baby!!
Just me and Jesus, Just you and Jesus, Praisin’, Worshippin’, and putting up
free swim centers in the projects,
What a Nation!
Not quite yet, but in the makin’
I can’t quite taste it, but I can see it,
And seeing is the beginning.
Yo can it be, I ask you?
Can it be, that we be the first Rome to voluntary step off its thrown of hubris,
To step off its thrown of unjust domination,
Economic silos destroying other folks sense of belonging,
And say to the World, “Yo God loves us, However you conceive of her, she loves
us, and that’s enough, so let’s party!!”
Perhaps, I wish not to be so
important? -- to go unbeknownst...by both
God and the devil – to fall between the
cracks, of their seemingly endless, bitter war:
Of The Glorious Garden, and~ The Dastard Fall --
(One created me,
without my consultation...the other,
manipulates me, for his own evil
usurpation -- )
Alas, I must trust in some greater
plan, an unwilling participant, in the
age-old battle, between Light and Dark,
Me~ a want-to-be, Neutral Man….
(First of all, this is a poem, a story, a point of view.
Do I believe most of this? Very Little. Why then was
it written? Hoping to stimulate conversation. Conversation,
for no other reason than, this type of mental gymnastics
selfishly interests me. I do not believe that men, humanity,
are neutral participants in anything. We create all conflict,
through misuse of Free Will. What do I believe? No good
and loving God would create a world, where the tiger
must tear apart the smaller lamb in order to exist, nor would
He create human beings that must feed on other species
and things in order to survive. Prosper. What a laugh!
No All Loving God, which I firmly believe our God is,
would create, conceive of a being, like ourselves, with the
potential for error -- He, knowing some of us would
error, therefore, also created a hell – and then would condemn those
fallen to suffer fiery torment for eternity. It is unthinkable for
a truly rational, fair mind to consider such a thing. We do it
all ourselves, keep the perpetuation going, due to, the God Given,
All Powerful, continued corruption of our Free Will.)