Long Daytime Poems
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I lived once in a land before the light
where shadows ruled and terror was the king
Sable dark did fall upon me every night
and flittermouse did brush me with their wing.
There was no day to shine away the fear
so terror ruled, malignant, endless black;
eyes closed or open, demons still appear
and, as in life, to stab me in the back.
Darkness in my head, darkness in my soul,
and in them both, the devils now reside;
what little left of me has lost control.
Or did they simply ask, and I complied?
I still live in a land without the light;
where I can’t tell the daytime from the night.
Lucious , the sources ae not clear:
yet with all understanding
of those things
loved, I must mention a
togetherness bound for marriage
might only honey be sweeter!
The "Tale of Love and Being Loved"
Guided by the appreciation of trudology
might he who wishes me, might
speak the ills of poverty
might I appreciate my havings more<
Might I love in dusty places
to then wash Casear's feet.
Might Casear wishes me as his and only
his: until then I shall take the appreciation
of being his favorite: to the envy of the Crud
which his position attracts.
Lucious they lie in wait in Acerrae: chore then
prepared.That you wishest me to think
you aromantic thru these days. Under his own vine
and fig Tree, to nap and be alone. When all the light
of daytime: has dwindled:dimmed and
is gone. Out in moonlite shadows
does she come to be with thee.
To kiss in evening moonlight
to nourish from the figs of the tree.
Might we render then to Caesar
the things that are Caesars
which wisdom and success.
One then speaks to error might
then and now are same
Precious is thy love for me
I speak ye in Jesus name.
Allt hat thirst needest
all that hunger needest same
from Pagen to Noble s
all needest same
Love of ye in adorance
to speak of lovers plea
to kiss her hand
and pick sweet figs
and stand preparedness
are we
the widest nature
where rains have flooded feilds
destroyed in flooded lands
untamed Hearts sorrowed by
natures wrath
the mammon shock reveals
a lack of information
a truest mouth reveals
to speak words that helpest thee
diligent hands blister that thy
toil to restorate
that worsening conditions deal.
SATB Background
( non lexical Vocables)
written for a Alto Sole
with an Orchastra
They passed the Jicama to the men
they ate it rw.
While the woman prpare a stew
they told a tale of Casear
to the Pervians
"Not that they were hungry:
but would these hungry people eat!"
She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if caught
in the peryphery of One's soul would intensify
as a headache storm swells inexorably into the daytime,
a terror of exposure to vulnerability wrapped
in the voice of a violin chasing a child,
if confronted, it would vanish in the blood of imagination,
oddly, She gave Love to others like a lesson of learned loss,
She couldn't help to care,
wouldn't surrender to it,
but couldn't deny Love to those who believed in it,
a painful condition of starvation for sentient salvation,
an Angel of abused afterthoughts,
I wonder now if She knows
that Love is the metal of Her armor -
J.A.B.
The seed is planted deep
Down within the moist soil
Slowly the seed cracks open
Allowing roots to form and uncoil
Reaching as far as it can
up towards our father sky
instinctively seeds do this,
But, I cannot tell you why
Growing, up through the earth
the new seedlings climb
Yearning for the Sunshine’s warmth
during the daytime
Finally making it through
Mother Earth’s crust
charging and feeding on
the suns rays, it must
to continue to grow until it
becomes a beautiful rose.
Here is some wisdom
that this little seedling knows
You have to keep going
even during times of strife
Theses are some lessons
You can use in your life
Things always seem the darkest
Just before the dawn
Creating the roots that
Your life can build upon
You can’t ever give up
No matter what your goal
such valuable lessons to aid
in the growth of your soul.
6/10/2020
They take a position that very few see.
But every military man and woman must agree.
They occupy the most important role.
The guardian of the whole household.
When people go to combat, they are there too.
Nothing falls apart because they are the glue.
Displaying a strong front for the sake of the kids.
They set a great example in everything they did.
Some had to show calm when they got the call.
Explaining to the children mommy or daddy sacrificed all.
Picking up a life after fallen honors have been shown.
They are left to forge ahead and in most cases all alone.
The support for the one who served has now faded away.
Yet they and their children must go on day after day.
I’ve seen wives so devoted laying by a veterans side.
Forsaking food for themselves just to be there when he died.
It was the wife that would call me daytime or at night.
To take care of their loved one, they’d put up a fight.
Some women old or frail barley able to walk on their own.
But would not dishonor the Vet by placing them in a home.
Some would contact me when their beloved Vet passed away.
And say they are suffering is there help for them today?
All across this country or even the world I don’t see.
A plaque or monument for the Vets wife and family.
America, don’t you think it’s about time for them to be honored too.
The American families that sacrificed for everyone of you.
Those gone on must look down with sad tears in their eyes.
Seeing we have honored them, while honor for their family is denied.
Our Summer's too hot; our Winter's too cold
Our Spring is too rainy; Autumn's withheld
Just hear me complain -- I'm sure sounding old
Our Summers are truly as humid as Hell
Clothes cling to your skin, not funny at all
Our Spring is too rainy; Autumn's withheld
September, October, November are Fall
The calendar says -- Why do snowflakes descend
Clothes cling to your skin, not funny at all
Winter's so cold, you just can't comprehend
Just look in the toilet: Frozen urine!
The calendar says -- Why do snowflakes descend
The Spring is so wet, the Sun thinks it a sin
To shine in the daytime ever again
Just look in the toilet: Frozen urine!
Chicago's bad weather seems never to end
Our Summer's too hot; our Winter's too cold
But wait a few hours, they say it amends...
Just hear me complain -- I'm sure sounding old
So much depends on mood and time of day
We interpret or mis-shape what we perceive.
The sun may shine to show a better way
Or absent that, a transient cloud deceive.
No lowing herds wind down our oil fumed roads.
Tranquillity at dusk has disappeared.
With artificial light the daytime mode’s
Prolonged and reverie’s feared.
To truly live we must be incarnate.
God himself has paid this price alone.
For time misspent we do not get rebate.
As ,like the leaves in wind, away we’re blown.
To live aright perception must be clear
Including in its breadth all that we fear.
Verses composed, daytime dreams,
Lounging in a languid breeze,
Letter by lazy letter they drop
Into the ether, never to be retrieved.
I sometimes long to feel, no,
I let that feeling go, far off, long ago.
It is all trite now, every thing alright,
As hummingbirds alight on thin branches above.
Why dream of love? It is here,
Swirling down in calls from mourning doves.
Each moment expected, projected,
Reserves a momentary morsel of surprise.
Unable to partake, I gaze, breathe in
Literary inspiration, a passing phrase.
Sacred nature, the supernatural in my veins.
It matters not you died; you are here today.
Ann R Cantu
04/26/2023
Maybe you didn’t know
When you hurt me so.
Maybe you 've killed t a few
I think your words would do.
I float across that space
Where lovers once embraced
And thus you bring torment
To me to whom love you sent.
When I close my eyes
My daytime face then dies.
I look across dark seas
To sacramental trees.
My dreams are full of loss.
Is night or day the worse?
When we return next here
Will love outstrip our fear?
I gaze upon your face,
Forbidden to embrace.
My arms ache deep inside,
As if in agony tied.
Torn apart by grief
Love is now a thief.
Where has God’s face gone
As brightly shines the sun?
The pains of loss are sharp,
Cutting through the heart
But still we turn towards love,
With all the strength we have.
Trusting in the dark
And emptiness beside
I step into the void
Love can’t be denied
Hop onboard overthinkers
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I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night,
And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight,
We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled this is a long-ass-haul, direct flight,
Emergency exits are located in the right and left ear, emergency lights,
Are located along the optic nerve in case of loss of power,
We can also deploy an emergency slide down the nostrils should we encounter,
An emergency landing over the cerebrospinal sea,
Otherwise please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy tormenting this mind with me,
Dear passengers this is your captain speaking,
we are experiencing some frustration turbulence,
And some drowsiness daydreaming,
this is Likely to continue until 4am so please remain seated,
As our head is hitting head on, stormy pillow clouds, and alas
A tossing and turning tornado has formed in our flight path,
Forcing us to go around the temporal lobe which will mean a delay to our arrival,
Passengers you can now lift up your eyelids once the kettles foggy fog,
Has cleared you'll be able to see the sacred sea of coffee,
And as we loop around the kitchen island there shines a good mornings sunrise,
Passengers we have arrived at our destination, good morning,
Upon the irises horizon is the sunrise dawning,
Here the local time is 5am and the current temperature is about 36 degrees,
Welcome to our new guests and a warm welcome back to our 2 VIPs,
We hope you enjoy your stay here at the daytime resort,
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Remember time flies when you're having fun aboard this mental contraption
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