Long Consume Poems
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When life was given to me,
from the kindest mother
this ungrateful world ever knew,
I caught my first breath
as my tiny heart started to laugh;
that moment was ingrained in time,
instilled in that child's memory...
for countless years to pull me through,
reminding myself who got me on this safe shore!
To love myself so intensely...
is to honor her degnified memory,
others may have not been so lucky
to have had a mother who had
loved them so passionately;
I heeded her words, listened how she prayed...
even in suffering, she sought the presence of God,
the same God who has been testing a faith so bold!
My righteous mother was an image of holiness,
her pure heart despised ugliness...
a saint who will never be recognized,
and so unknown for her sacrifice!
She had the pity of Jesus's mother,
and the perseverance of a martyr;
had she be living in Nero's time,
she woud have died for Christ!
To love myself so intensely
is to be grateful to her immensely,
and consume that fervent love
in the same way she did; no stories,
or ballads will be writtten about her...
to somehow remember her,
but with my loving poem everyone will know,
and come to realize that mothers dont' have
to be heroines to go down in History!
I wish to dance with fire
Dressed, of course, in plain human attire
I wish to taste of the intensity of the heat
Swallow it and blow it back
Meaning to impose over it
My passionate authority!
Why, can't I not rule this mighty power
So mighty and so bold
So audacious and so gallant
So daring and so confident
As if it knows, that in one flick of its fingers
It can easily consume the whole of existence!
Why, having tamed it, I shall keep it in check
While enjoying it, to soothe my own inner pandemonium
Pray, fire and the feel of it
Over me and in me
Has me soaring high up in ecstatic euphoria!
Together, we shall sway with the wind's blows
Engaged always in a sensual rapture
Lost and transfixed in each other's presence
Caring never to glance at who might be watching
But, seeking only to please ourselves
With each other's fiery ebullience!
I wish to dance with fire, but pray, glancing at it raging
In the bonfire, I do wonder if I shall ever dare to!
When you cross worlds of uncertainty and confusion
Are you not the one delighted in the trouncing of it all?
Or would you rather kick and scream until you are left squirming?
Embrace the shadowy terrain of soulful search,
Surpassing futile dignities and vagaries,
Surpassing the very souls that long to tear away your victory!
I am not the stone in the middle of the path,
The cold, rough boulder in which you pound away at
Seeking warmth that never seeps through
Engraved in the midst of me is a softness you will never understand
And as the fog surrounds you, chilling you into hysterics,
I will run through like the leader of the pack,
Feeling a wind on my face that can only be felt in the climax of the run!
I am too fast to indulge in the fires of your anger,
Threatening weakly to consume me!
How desperate you are!
How foolish this all is!
Follow me if you dare
But do not try to break me
As you lift your head to witness the peace of a crowd’s jeer
Can you not turn away and smile at their ambrosial fear?
Why do you insist on roosting in the very nests we have burned?
You turn away from the beckoning obscurity,
Yet you bask in the lies of surety!
My victory is sure—how far can you endure?
You are not the victim pushed along the wayside,
But a whining martyr seeking self-centered sustenance
I eat pups like you for breakfast,
Out of the kindness of my heart!
Rue the day I set you free
Yet do not come near my pack—or me!
Hesitant to say, I love you for you
But not enough to allow the warmth to seep through
Fight me if you cease to care
And be ready for triumph to spew from the boulders you have created
God changes the paths of rockets midair
with mighty winds, diverting them to sea
and desolate lands with protective care,
so that all may open their eyes and see.
Who can deny His unrivaled power?
God changes the paths of rockets midair.
Pointed at their foes, soon to devour?
Into their own vengeful faces they flare.
Again this day God's people He will spare.
Precise aimers await detonation.
God changes the paths of rockets midair
in spite of Hamas' determination.
Who is this enemy they try to consume,
who can't be destroyed by blasphemous prayer?
The winds obey Him! Even as they resume,
God changes the paths of rockets midair!
5-7-2020
I watched an amazing video on specific miracles a few months back. I think it's been censored because I can no longer find it in my liked videos.
Sixteen year old sweethearts, in her house all alone;
Her father still at work, her mother not at home;
Kissing they had tried; leaving hickies on their necks;
Petting body parts, they would venture onto next.
TV providing light in her otherwise dark playroom;
Anticipation and fear, the young couple both consume.
Zippers unzip; not sure of what they might find,
“Stop”; “Keep on going”; playing ping-pong in their mind.
Touching other’s body parts; enjoying where they are touched;
Worried that they may be liking it a little bit too much.
Conscience of each other breathing deeper as they explore,
Also listening carefully for the closing of a car door.
Bodies start to entwine, venturing further then they had thought;
Biology they learned in school but this topic had not been taught.
How to stop once you’ve gone this far is a lesson hard to learn,
As this high school sweetheart couple reach the point of no return.
Clumsily they manage to get through their first time;
Pleasure, pain and guilt feelings make a mixture quite sublime.
Quietly they get dressed as they hear her Mom walk in the door,
Both of them wondering if they’ll ever do this any more.
When we said goodbye to each other
all those years ago
I thought that I could get along with you
but now I can barely get through my days
I'm told when you find true love
stand and face it head on with everything you have
but sometimes standing in that spot can be so damn hard
when you're really running away
it's those unknown feelings you're trying to escape from
the fear of trying to make it work reams you
and facing it, huh that tends to be in dreams
it's hard waking up each day
that's something I never want to face anymore
what's even harder is how I don't sleep in the night
for thinking only of you
thoughts of you consume my mind
all the time
perhaps it was just to strong and we were to young
we didn't know really what to do
so even though we loved each other so
we decided to let go
I'm here today without your arms around me
I don't have your strength to guide me
I search for the deep gazed in your blue eyes
as you gazed into mine
reliving all that and wishing so hard
I could have it all again
the love I saw in your heart so many times
so what the hell is keeping us apart?
and now I'm left here to wonder
if you come close to feeling the same way for me
so damn much to ponder
yet I won't give up the fight of trying
to find you that easy
oh no, I can't
so I live for the day and the courage to say
everything that needs to be said once and for all
you have to know that even if I was to get burned or sink under
I would go through hell and high water
just to see and hold you again
Your Phosphorus, twinkles as the morning star -
lovely Venus...how beautiful you are.
Your Hesperus, sparkles as the evening star -
how enchanting to see you from afar.
Named for the Goddess of love, divine,
when the sun is up, still you shine.
If one knows where in the sky you're residing,
he can see you coyly hiding.
Poets, you would always beguile,
but now, scientists, too, find you worthwhile,
sending crafts to sidle by your side,
immersed in atmospheric carbon dioxide.
Up close, your beauty transforms to doom,
Our probes, your heat will instantly consume.
Is it fiery love, passion, or CO2?
See what a greenhouse gas can do!
Female entities that prey on emotional weak men,
stealing their souls by lust, claiming semen.
Using collected soul fragments to enslave,
leeching and take everything to the grave.
They will cheat, lie and fake all indulgence,
creating a mental sensation emulgent.
Providing gratification to senses by extreme beauty,
remaining forever attractive in effective duty.
Appearing in dreams and illusions of victim,
slow drain with each encounter inflicting.
Making sure of tempting images appealing forms,
giving men access to those fantasy norms.
Succubus appear to please the ego,
where selfish attraction needs to bestow.
Compelling psychic abilities to seduce,
deadly love that only can consume.
Wet dreams and its erotic phenomena,
poor ethical desires and its arena.
Shadow shifting spirits temptation,
easy eye seductive sensation.
Alluring females playful force,
changing directions and its course.
Emotional intelligence is the quest,
and the end of the rope as test.
The bogeyman exists, influencing lives
through bigotry, hate, and violence.
In pursuit of promised happiness,
we often say and do illogical things.
Sometimes, the building blocks of trust
are laid upon weak, moral grounds.
And relationships are in jeopardy;
when we fail to communicate truthfully
with each other.
Time is neither good nor bad;
it's a constant current
of precious moments and heartaches,
memories formed with equal determination.
Lust accomplishes the role assigned to it;
but lacks the spontaneous heat required
to ignite love's eternal flame.
And so, it is two-dimensional,
satisfying urges and longings;
but lacking emotional depth.
Our hearts get tethered to feelings,
yet we often find ourselves
trespassing on the feelings of others;
with self-proclaimed justification.
For given the opportunity,
hate, festering within the human heart,
will flare up;
and consume us from our insides
like a cancer: for that is what it is.
Happy Feelings consume me on this, the Golden Time Of Day
I look at the calm waters, and I Rejoice because I Am Here
Silently I Thank God For Another Day and Another Chance
After AMEN, I become Lost
All of a sudden, it begins to snow
EveryOne is Smiling
Positive Vibes are in Mass Abundance
Color is Absent
EverPresent is Sincerity
I look at the sky Smiling Approval today
I start to Reflect back on a time when the Rock was Solid
The Reflections Inspire a Soft Spoken Smile
I begin to laugh at the memories....Good and Bad
With reluctance, I turn to go feeling as if I want to cry
With the Rock, it feels as though I want to die
A gentle wind reassures me....causing an Effervescent Contact High
I drive away Thanking God Again....Knowing The Lord is AllWays With Me....