Long Dates Poems
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I have a beating heart inside my chest;
Not so the man today we laid to rest.
Who mourn him loved him so, and always will,
Though his heart cease to beat and now is still.
The many paths we choose while still we live
Lead us to love, to hate, and to forgive.
Why not rejoice one when has laid to sleep?
Inside our hearts, their memories we keep.
The dash upon the grave that marks our stay
May never tell the whole tale, yet it may.
Between two dates, the dash shows we were here,
As short the time it may have been, so clear.
Inside my chest, my beating heart reveals
That I still live, and thus, my soul still feels.
It tells me that no matter what’s been done,
Less God, not one can touch me; no, not one.
It takes much more than breath and sight to be
Alive, for many live who cannot see,
And many live who cannot hear or speak,
And strong ones may not outnumber the weak.
Our senses by themselves determine not
If we are living, yet this we forgot.
It takes much more than working heart or brain.
Among these, it takes laughter, love, and pain.
Not that our senses have no consequence,
But loving life requires much more than sense.
To fully live, we must learn how to cry.
To live, we must accept our fate: to die.
It requires mistakes and triumphs both;
It takes friendship, happiness, and growth;
To feel the sun, the wind, the rain and heat,
And in doing, we feel our hearts beat.
To really live, we cannot fight our fate;
We must learn how to act and how to wait.
It takes all these for us to do our part,
But most of all, it takes a beating heart.
This debt crisis they postpone
And due dates will vary
It may come with no warning
Stalking the unwary
"Ban hate!", "Ban hate!", they holler
Their war is not with sin
God's Word is the enemy
The truth they have to spin
They say they're not for profit
Still, they pad their wages
Deception and trickery
Mask them as great sages
Not in the Lord's inner ring
Still, they claim His favors
"Love makes sin acceptable."
This lie enriches slavers
They cheer those who are sinners
Their "change" produces cracks
Their "love" lacks morality
They like to get kickbacks
Though a debtor to His Word
They put it out of mind
Their lives become more absurd
Their character maligned
There's no ceiling on this debt
The payment will come due
It cannot be written off
Excuses won't rescue
"My war is always with sin-
Sin that ruins within.
The sinner can never win-
Debtors' death a shoo-in."
So what, pray tell, should they do?
Turn back from apostasy
The devil holds them there
He's a debtor just like them
His lies they should beware
Ask God for minds, ears, and eyes
That grasp the truth of things
That "aha" moment they'll see
The "Light of the World" brings
See, Jesus paid the sin debt
He sets the captives free
His blood was shed for many
He rose to guarantee
From a debt they cannot pay
To forgiveness - and more
Their hope has been set free
And treasure is in store
half awake, half asleep,
light and shade,
night and day,
life on a spinning ball,
black and white
shadow play!
flip the dates on calendar,
watch the seasons go by!
cheer birth, mourn death,
old and new, wet and dry!
on the wings, deep in sand,
haughty arrogant, coy and shy!
joy and tears, love and hate,
good moments, awful fate!
waves and tides, calm and serene,
nature’s fury or eternal bliss,
truth and lies of spoken word,
all the roles that we all play,
but a sage mind can discern,
not to be carried away,
they in fact are same,
but for a deluded mind..
it only seems that way!
9th placement
written 23/03/2021
It only seems that way contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored
Free verse. some unintended rhyme!
Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me
as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart
and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried.
She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor
couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified,
by my return. He told me all about so-and-so.
I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal.
But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end
of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim
with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around
my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb,
so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!”
My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie,
first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed,
we missed what was playing in the dark. He took
my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp.
I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked
there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl.
Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r.
MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close.
Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during
boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong
with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease.
9/2/2022
I've never been one to stay in one place too long
I'm a vagabond traveler, singing a gypsy song
A pirate sailing the seas, with the wind at my back
A lone wolf, never vowing to belong to a pack
I've plodded my way across many foreign lands
I'm a camel in the desert, never following plans
When in need of an oasis to quench my thirst
I fill a hump or two, then eat dates until I burst
I've faced storms that tried to extinguish my flame
Live my life to its fullest and not taking the blame
Never felt ashamed of Elton's songs that I sing
I'll be off again, long before the monsoon sets in
It’s midnight here at the oasis
It's time I put myself to bed.
If you want some meaning back in your life
Then here is what you should do,
Concentrate more on Logistics and less on statistics.
There are few who really know what they are about when dealing
With statistics.
So unless you have a reliable rear vision mirror statistics are not for you.
Statistics have use by dates, double meanings or no meanings at all
I'd rather rely on the rabbit that comes out of the hat than the statistics
That some have obtained via sky hooks.
With ethics at an all time low it is wise to use logistics to check the statistics.
If you ever question the value of logistics just remember Wellington.
The man who never lost a battle.
It certainly wasn't statistics that got his army where he wanted it.
So if you are lying awake at night worrying about statistics
Maybe you you should just picture in your head the moves you need to make to
Get that job done, so the boss won't turn you into just another statistic.
Today, we went to that dear place
we visit now and then,
a peaceful view, a quiet space
that makes us wonder when-
In, mausoleum, home of rest-
the afterlife on earth,
our souls will watch from heaven's nest-
the remnants from our birth.
We visit there, our special niche,
that's sunny and well-lit,
with table, chair- and wonder which
of us will lie or sit.
Upon the stone, our names are shown,
our years of birth, then space,
to be filled in with dates unknown
when we are called with grace.
Which one of us will use this chair?
Which one will sit alone?
Dear God, if you can hear my prayer-
together- bring us home.
August 22, 2016
She is sparkling, scintillating, lusty, vigorous, peppy.
He was interested at lusty, but pretended indifference.
Zingy, zippy, vivacious, animated, high-spirited.
Okay, I’ll do it, he told his sister, acting reluctant.
She had set him up with dates before. They never worked out.
He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early.
Still, she beat them there. She was pretty, and lively. Fun.
He laughed at her stories, and she listened to his.
She told him great things about his sister, and he shared too.
She was everything his sister said, truly effervescent.
But her drink was too carbonated, which made her gassy.
She was horribly embarrassed when overcome by the
Bubbly, frothy, foaming, bubbly stuff. He liked her for that too.
Upon opening the door
the scent alone will cause you to faint
There is barely space to walk
Loose boxes and pallets
almost stack to the roof
as though ready to fall
Kitchen utensils remain unwashed
with pieces of broken glass
everywhere
the dust on the curtains
makes the color fade
How often you see a place
neglected by someone
who has no decency
and shows no concern
to correct any mistakes
broken chairs with missing legs
Knives without handles
unsanitary foodstuffs
with expirey dates
Bottles of soft drinks
under the cupboards
and loose clothing
wrapped in between
Infested by termites
with filth falling from the ceiling
with moulds becoming mountains
on the floor
swollen can foods ready to explode
plastic bottles split open
due to heat of the sun
The walls seem ready
to fall apart
while the locks seem
to have no life anymore
In the land of "If" somewhere this side of forgotten dreams
the world is very foggy and nothing is as it seems
There are no deadlines or plans
things just happen as they may
There are no new commitments made
nothing beyond today
For the land of If is living in the moment
but without working for your dreams
Your dreams are somehow forgotten
among everyday ordinary things
And you have no firm goals
beyond the few basic cares
and you are in stasis
and the daily grind seems to wear
the land of if, is for you to fill with your dreams
you only need to remember them
and put plans down to earn
For anything you can think of is possible too,
though the dates and times and persons may change
as things go along they are skewed.
But the intent it to reach nirvana the things that will bring you to bliss
and to not live a life wondering what you did miss
Money, fame, power, unconditional love
are all available to anyone and are not a mystery above
We can get what we dream of if we only make a plan.
And work it every day, and on our principals make a stand
So make your land of "IF" a realization of your dreams
and life will never be the same again I promise you, its as easy as it seems
The Land of "If" For Tye (C) copyright Friday April 6, 2007 - Artimus AKA Susan Manley