Long Crown Poems
Long Crown Poems. Below are the most popular long Crown by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Crown poems by poem length and keyword.
Seasons bring ... the nights, Machiavelli's
Corvus corax or ravens, hints, rallies
birds of good and evil, biblically,
and birds of a feather, ominously,
fed Elijah; 1 Kings 17: ... good,
left Noah; Genesis 8: ... bad, withstood
words by De La Mare, Pollard, and purely ...,
Poe. Riposte's preface specter writes, surely ...,
"Unblackeneds spot the murder from peaks cross.
Fowl scratched a stilted appendaged, exhausts
for ends, internal haunts recuse it from
rituals such ... be marred guilt and succumb
in absentia accused of their acts.
Black king seeks a pawn, the hour ... ink affects."
"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at bowls use; bowels feared,
not ground hugger, but mid-road, four feet cleared.
Eye catchers, nose losers; scent attracts foes,
begs Ruth from deer, rabbits ... cuts Atropos,
relevant, floral events, vast numbers,
eyes lacking, vainglory lapping ... wonders.
Attract bees, butterflies, and egotism,
flowers have that novel effect on schism.
Written By: D. Collins 8/18/23
You know what happens when we ride.
The news will give the name of the person who died.
And, before the night is even halfway thru.
We'll have laid down the rest of the crew.
We don't take prisoners nor ever leave a witness.
Do what we came to do, then dash with a quickness.
It is always personal when you see us ride.
Entire families should find a place to hide.
We'll eat seconds if we can't get at who we want.
Which includes brothers, sisters, cousins, and aunts.
On recon missions with all gats swole.
Live or die is how we ride when we roll.
Whether beamed from distance or up close.
Whichever way it is comes will be an overdose.
There will be silver dollar eyes when they see us coming.
When we ride , its time to die, and too late for running.
so it seems you never asked my name
while the quiet storm felt the same
so it seems the offering is quite fitting
within the evening time and table sitting
so it seems the clouds moved yet again
allowing the misty horizons a soft rain
so it seems the mountains all stand still
during the peak hours the springs do spill
so it seems laughter grows over the shoulders
while the earths crust reshapes her boulders
so it seems the patience flows in spite
the moral timings of a summer night
so it seems the mind gathers all thought
during the jaded hours of love that's sought
so it seems you never asked my name
it's a pleasure to meet me all the same
so it seem the beginning shall soon past
as life began to open for me at last
“PARAM-DHYANA (the supreme meditation) should be upon Tejo-bindu (the seed or source of spiritual light), which is the Atma of the universe, which is seated in the heart, which is of the size of an atom, which pertains to Shiva, which is quiescent and which is gross and subtle, as also above these qualities”
~ extract from the Tejo-Bindu Upanishad
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
which is what we must meditate upon,
dwelling day and night in bliss drenched delight,
trouncing ego, becoming the twice born.
Resting thought and negating senses five,
we break free from the cage of time and space,
in the vibrant void, at peace and alive,
in the oneness field, beholding God’s face.
To connect with God’s light is our mission,
requiring our form to be magnetised,
with heart as the source of bliss emission,
wherein we meld that God be realised.
Vanquished are desires and banished are fears ~
We walk in the void and the path appears
We walk in the void and the path appears,
created by grace and sustained by trust,
that as bliss magnetism feeble form spears,
God’s magic transforms body made of dust.
Staved of attention, unfed ego dies,
falling off as does a leaf from a tree
and as the false falls away, our heart sighs,
shining as light of Self, finally free.
Beyond space-time, Self mirrors God’s heartbeat,
possessing full freedom but no desire,
devoid of attributes, feeling complete,
presence is as it is, the cosmic fire.
In true singularity, as God’s spark ~
We shine as light that banishes the dark
We shine as light that banishes the dark,
yet even though there’s nothing to be done,
Self yearns for love on an ascending arc,
by merging in God’s heart, becoming one.
Beyond love comes wisdom and then power,
entwined in a singularity field,
where within oneness God does empower,
aspects of Himself by will he does wield.
The light of Self, being our true essence,
is God’s light which we meditate upon,
the unmanifest as our quintessence,
that that never dies and is never born.
We reflect on eternal Self day and night ~
Made in God’s image, we are living light
The sun caresses my skin on this hot summers day.
It would be wonderful for a slight rain to splash on my
skin in such a way.
I should love it if a cool breeze came floating by.
Time seems to be going by slowly these days.
I hear the words whispered from his lips.
"Don't go all shy on me now".
As his fingertips caress the length of my spine.
We lay naked on the top of the summer meadow.
A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hips.
I saw the cranes fly, as I moved to his touch.
They flew from the edge of the pond, below us.
As we were spread out on the large quilt.
High on the peak, I with my book of prose.
Him, with his glistening body dripping beads of sweat.
I've come to these's highlands since I could remember.
This place was a staple of my childhood, in fact, this
mountain hilltop belonged to my grandparents.
His words rolled on the slight movement in the air.
" Be still", "it was our little game we played".
As he traced the nap of my neck with his tongue
And found his way to my lips, our tongues entwined
like ivy on the forest walls.
We had been friends since the age of twelve.
That's when his parents bought the adjoining land.
You taste like sweet mountain honey, " all mine".
He knew his touch inflamed my senses, as finger
tips caressed his muscles, as nails pierced his skin.
He knew he drove me crazy, as I drifted into bliss.
Though still fully aware of his every touch, every
rhythm of our heartbeats kept tempo with our inferno lust.
His every touch reminded me why I kept coming back for
the summer vacations, besides my grandparents being old.
In fact, this would be the last two days of summer pleasure.
I wouldn't want to lose my editing job, back in the city.
I felt his eager body quiver as we moved together in time.
As he pressed his hips against mine, it was all I could do.
Lovely woman, you are my summers favorite delight !!!
Jan. 7, 2013 Monday 10 pm
I haven't written one like this in about five years.
Thought I'd give it a try.
Written By: D. Collins 4/26/24
If I were to ever lay eyes on you again.
I'd say, I'm not perfect, but on the high end.
We put in work for a good, long time.
Raised each other's kids to get on with life.
I hope we did a good job in cutting strings.
Making them realize hunger is the thing.
That's big business that really matters to me.
To know people, you've touched are bound to succeed.
If I ever were to see you again, I would freeze.
Wondering what you possibly saw in me.
We were in it for a minute, and it felt good.
I would have seen it to the end, if I could.
Our lives keep moving, with or without us,
Forgetting the people who gave the utmost love.
If I ever were to see you again.
I'd say to you what could have been.
Written By: D. Collins 3/4/19
A timeline and testimony can bring anyone down.
Even those who seem to think they wear a crown.
Bring in the money man and get him to flip.
Corroborate it with that Michael Cohen ****.
Think back to WikiLeaks and Trump's major speech.
He had a major announcement he'd spill next week.
Then he postponed it indefinitely.
Because he jumped out in front of WikiLeaks.
That's diarrhea of the mouth you can't take back.
When timeline and testimony line up with the facts.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no discussion.
We will find tax, bank, and insurance corruption.
It will start at the top, and trickle down to the kids.
All will be accountable for what they did.
Timeline and testimony is what Mueller already has.
While the SDNY is preparing to tax that ass.
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25
Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.
Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?
You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.
But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?
You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.
Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.
The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.
That means this country will never again be Lilly White.
Mr. President, are you there? Are you hearing me out?
This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.
I step to you because of my bewilderment.
As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.
Written By: D. Collins 3/2/24
Every person should know they did something in life.
Produced something special and nourished it right.
Taught them good from bad and the right outcome.
And, to give from the heart until there is none.
I'm leaving something very special upon this earth.
A strong, black woman I aided in giving birth.
There is nothing 'mo betta' than people like you.
To step up like Granny and run the crew.
There is something very special I see in you.
It ain't over 'til its over and the job is thru.
You're something special who'll later pass the baton.
Now it's your responsibility to carry it on.
I gave something good to this world I'm accredited to.
Something very special dressed in the form of you.
I've been blessed with God's gift to the world.
The next coming of Granny in my Li'L Girl.