Long Creature Poems
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Amongst the stars my heart resides
The moon is my humble guide
Falling into infinite darkness
Such is my state of bliss
I am a creature of the night
Where my soul finds its might
Tranquil rivers flow into me
Waves of calmness my mood to be
When all I can see are outlines
Of trees and shrubs of all kinds
Such beautiful darkened silhouettes
The troubles of the world I forget
Of the business of the daytime rush
The rulers on top in a fuss
The infinite running rat race
That keeps our beings set in place
But the human soul longs to be free
Stuck in cities we cannot see
What the natural world has to offer
But we trade it all for dollars
Well no more shall I be a slave!
I shall carve my own grave
I choose to die amongst the stars
And not working for what's already ours
My last wish is that when I die
That I may join the twinkling lights in the sky~
By passing through the woods at night,
I met a mysterious creature with burning red eyes,
Staring at me from behind the mound in the silence.
His dreadful gaze flared without a single blink,
A giant in a dark cloak, moving toward me without motion.
My heart raced swiftly, as if it already knew the danger.
My mind wove countless doubts that weighed me down,
Yet I gathered all my courage and refused to move.
I looked back at him, though I felt the ground slipping away.
Then, in a heavy voice, he spoke:
“No one has ever stood firm as you do in this black forest.”
With steady breath, I answered,
“Till my destination, I shall not leave my way — I am resolved.”
He glared at me a moment more,
Then turned aside and left the path.
And I walked on with determination and courage,
Carrying the light of my will through the shadows of night.
~Open your eYes my Love~
Just let me see you in this way
Sleeping in the peace of my arms
Gentle movements reveal rhymes
My Knight in your Mind plays
Eternity's Wind my heart chimes...
I Am, the Love in your Dreams.
In fields of green forest covered
streams golden shine along cliffs
on high motion flows slowed so I....
paused to see you be The Energy
breeze around you so barely so
rare You. Creature of Nature's
rule skin softly surrounding SOL
It's You. I know...
Your scent imprints my Light
Carried through Time in Sight
I could never would never forget.
Creature of Nature's Rouge skin
softly surrounding Soul scent
imprints I know. It's You.
Form:
...After twenty minutes of this
Pat turned, and he made for land,
steering Champy to a boat-launch
where countless onlookers did stand.
People all got out of the way
when the beast swam up on the ramp,
Pat pulled out the hook, patted the beast,
and said his good-byes to ol’ Champ.
The beast just lay their exhausted,
countless phone cameras quickly flashed,
Then with a lurch the beast swam off,
it ended as quickly as that.
The footage all went up online,
finally, the world would have proof!
but they called it a hoax, CGI,
a stunt pulled on by some bored youths.
Twenty million views on the net,
and they won’t accept what they see,
Pat doesn’t care, he had his fun,
but the accusations annoy me!
I see the doubt in your eyes now,
I already know what you think,
but I tell you, my friend rode Champ—
and I have not had too much to drink!
Now is the winner of our disco tent comp
Maids glorious shimmer by
This sun on my Yorkie
Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house
In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried
Our brows found with sweated wreaths;
Our boozed arms
hands up for chocolate moments
Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police
Our wayward marches due to delightful measures.
Grim has got his visa
The aged war has smoothed
And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds
Too light the soles of playful sand shoes
He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber
To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop
Have no shape for sport or tricks
Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last
I am that rude
Stamping on your majestic Magnum
To strut before
What you wan't man
I will cut that tail
Fair is my complexion
Cheated by the creature
Breaking is my nature
Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop
Breathing on this world, scared
your mind made up,
So tamely and in fashionably time
Take a step past my dogs that bark
It may be your last
Last year I was attacked by a fierce animal.
I shot it but the bullet only grazed its skull.
I began to pray because I knew I'd be harmed.
That creature severed one of my legs and my arms.
The creature that attacked me was a ferocious tiger.
A woman drove up and luckily I was saved by her.
The lady's car scared the tiger and it ran from fright.
If she hadn't drove up, I would've died that night.
The tiger that maimed me had escaped from the zoo.
I fell in love with that woman and she loves me too.
When I was escorted to the emergency room, I had to be carried.
Even though I'm deformed, she loves me and we're getting married.
(This is a fictional poem)
She will rise from the water, in the midday afternoon
Lightly vaulting from darkness and a bright diamond throne
Splashing forth as a fountain, spilling colors of gold
Wearing combs made of seashells, from deep in the cold
She has no tongue, she has no tears
She had no clothes, will mystically appear
No need for air, her hair is fair
Her eyes are clear of unfound love
She is a siren, she is an angel, she is a myth, for many seasons
Is she real, or apparition…, do we see her for a reason?
A stretched out long tail, on bed of kelp-strewn sand
Soaking up the sun rays, to dry golden strands
She bewitches with amusement
While the darting fish play games
She is not just illusion, has no given name
She's a vision from the past, speaks the language of forgetting
Her repertoire of movement, and exquisite, agile form
A creature bathed in mystery, wears pearls of wet adorn
Ever mindful of the music, human splashing rage of oars
And the chorused voice, and shouting force gale winds that blow from shore
She shuts her dimming eyes, where sun will never be...
And dives back to the purple twilight,
And the freedom of the sea
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From The Inside
Written by: D. Collins 10/7/14
Our mass and matter come from the inside-out.
The only thing we have are things we were taught.
That is what makes us the human beings we are.
Different from any other creature, by a country yard.
Glow and confidence start with the inner-soul.
What comes from that, is what the world will know.
The kind of humans we are will truly be exposed.
Whether good or bad, it certainly will explode.
We could be straight forward, or have a touch of swag.
But, each individual human comes from a different past.
So, who we really are comes from deep within our guts.
It was Granny teaching us when we were growing up.
Each morsel of teaching we should’ve sucked up.
It should’ve made us learn, it ain’t all about us.
From the inside-out is where we get our glow.
But, we have a problem in letting the whole, world know.
Every mortal blessed with a long life has a date with destiny.
The destiny of which I speak is not our final destiny, but one that tends to come gradually and subtly. Adjustments, yes, but cannot be avoid. It appears that I never saw it coming, and it never entered my mind. When I recognized its arrival, its identity was undeniable.
And like it or not, it appears I have little say, and it has come to stay. My best guess would put me at around 46 years of age when I recognized
its arrival. That is when I first discovered that the sands of time in the hourglass was "speeding", and there was no patrolman anywhere in sight to
issue a citation. I needed to locate an address and neither my vehicle nor phone was equipped with a GPS. So I sat at the kitchen table with a McNally
Map as I usually do, and to my amazement and most unpleasant surprise, I could not SEE clearly. There was no doubt about the fact that an unannounced
and unwelcomed creature had invaded my sensory world. That was when I realized that the aging bug had struck. I was thankful that 'the aging bug
invaders' did not attack all my senses at the same time. However, there would be no turning back the clock. So I bought reading glasses, and in no time at
all, I was again TOUCHED by a more pleasant reality. And when my unforgetting wife says, "Honey, we have to talk", I am grateful that I can
HEAR her loud and clear. When she bakes, barbecues ribs, or fries chicken, the AROMAS and TASTE are simply out of this world. And I say to myself, "One of
the greatest days of my life and one I will never forget is the day I met my wife; but the day I wish most to forget is the day I met Aging".
081718PoetrySoupContest, Remembering What You Want To Forget, Kim Rodrigues
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Above us in the air
may we all be aware
of birds and bees in flight,
whether by day or night.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Across the tamed terrain
farmed now for stock and grain;
may woodland also thrive
and wildlife too survive.
Sing with one voice lest any be extinct,
protect them all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
Over the oceans wide
with rise and fall of tide
may all the plankton bloom
for fishes to consume.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
There deep within the earth,
in darkness comes new birth,
beneath the tread of boots
among the worms and roots.
Sing with one voice lest any be extinct,
protect them all!
Let all of us with every creature sing,
praise to our God!
May we now play our part,
together taking heart;
remembering all God gave,
all creatures here to save.
Sing with one voice to celebrate the life
of creatures all!
Tune: Luckington