Long Demi Poems
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Now that you are on the Path of Kabir, what truths will you find?
Where spring, the lord of seasons reigneth, there the unstruck music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions, few are the men who can cross to that shore!
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded,
Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,
Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,
Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, where millions of Saraswatis, goddess of music play the vina,
There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.
—?Kabir, II.57, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Those who win the day
are those who choose love
instead of hate.
Rev. Dr. William Barber
Those who exclude victim inclusion
disrupt everyday sanctuary
for addicted bully perpetrators,
not unlike ourselves.
Those who dream sanctuary all FullMoon night
are those who choose uniting integrity
instead of egocentric universal mendacity.
Those who win each Mr. and Ms. Christ day
are those who choose to believe
Christ was Jesus extended family name
instead of Hate,
evangelically disabling anthro-centrism against EarthNature,
fundamental disassociation from messianic eco-restorations
naturally Here as also spiritually Now.
The magic of loving messiahs,
like the enchantment of Christmas,
is deeper LeftBrain learned and taught
as more about being fully present to healthy eco-wealth
To be less about becoming egocentrically full
of sufficient political presents for All.
Those who restore everyday magic
are those who choose MotherEarth Love
instead of negative ultra-violent patriarchal Hate
punishing sins and crimes
vengeance offensives against past envy and revenge
for sins against MotherEarth's
health of Ms. ChristSoul--
Ecopolitically housed through history's sanctuary cathedrals
cooperatively co-governed celebrations
for multicultural green reforesting projects
purposes
plans
procedures
policies
polypathic protests.
Deep learning sanctuaries
are ecologically therapeutic environments
are ecopolitically resilient regenerations
are GreenChrist Mentors
are EcoTherapeutic Bodhisattva Advocates.
Those who win each enchanting everyday
by choosing co-redemptive GreenLove
over demi-urgent fundamental RedHate
against healthy
multicultural
Earth-Boundaried Sanctuary.
Paris isn’t some wondrous far country.
We have noisy trash pickup and there are no Dairy Queens.
Ok, It may be far away but that’s your fault - let’s not dwell on it.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re wondrous enough - we have we have running water - some of it hot, and the other bare necessities of earthly happiness, like wi-fi and pizza.
Paris is like a melon - here’s where you get involved and picture a melon.
If you pictured bananas, those aren’t melons - they’re tropical fruits - try again.
Oranges? GEE-zus, those are Citrus fruits - you are really slowing things down.
Forget it - let’s do some poetry…
When he kisses,
he leaves his impress
and makes me writhe and twist.
We revel and carouse tirelessly,
appetites roar and seethe like lions,
until we lie prone like the dead.
I should have saved that for Halloween.
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Songs for this:
Back to friends by Sobr
DAISIES by Justin Bieber
KISS by Demi Lovato
When manic, I feel, think, and speak like God:
like Superman (or the world’s savior)!
The rush from feeling like a demi-god
makes me believe I am a conqueror,
like another Alexander the Great!
So when I’m flung to the abyss of hell
when these erratic moods abruptly abate,
I rapidly cycle so that I can't tell
the bottomless and profound lows that turn
these immortal, Olympian, speed-like highs
into abject spiritual dead-ends; I learn
that (as this disorder intensifies)
delusions of real grandeur soon grow tempting,
especially when life feels not worth living.
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
Growing tired of taking fame’s name in vain
So guilty for taking God’s name that way…
I’ll admit, I cussed a lot in the past – I’m a weed grain
Tonight is not my night let’s just say…but hey…
I missed the conversation’s topic in the group
I’m in my own head, thinking things through
I don’t mean to be a snoop…oopsiedandilionsthatdroop
I make up words…so what? It’s okay to be creative, ok? You would too if you were bored of the English language and its limitations…nothing old, nothing new…
Davidlish is the #1 made-up English
Williamlish is the #2 made-up English
Breidenthallish is the #3 made-up English
I’m complicated and I don’t know the meaning behind it…it’s legit!!
I don’t know why I’m different from the others, it bothers me and it doesn’t all at once…at once…
I’m landing perfectly imperfect like an aircar after a freaky flight’s fit
“What’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with confident” – Demi Lovato “Confident” …. I expect no response...in a pro and con way – fenced in by no response
DEMI sonnet a TIEN love sequence
Dear one where have you been,I missed you so
Come here, what can I say to make you stay
Why would you go when love is so near
Pray leave the past , your love can fill this void
Come let us dance in step, close up once more
A hug, a kiss, hold me, tell me you're mine
Let us wed,wear my ring, make this heart sing
a TIEN is a ten , one syllable word sentence with no title I derived from Tichborne' s famous elegy.
you may hear me read most of my PS anthology( now approaching 4000 poems)on youtube clips under my pen name ichthyschiro
catch my short forms thereof @strandpoet on twitter and on my numerous
kindle ebooks on Amazon
Fair skin, platinum hair
No other beauty did compare
Naïve, innocent like a child
With a sexuality that drove men wild
The beauty she possessed
Increased as her years progressed
Unlike Venus Demi low she was real
With sex appeal and looks that kill
Unable to capture her beauty on screen
In real life her exceptional beauty could be seen
Never fading this remarkable star
All the world still knows who you are
Norma Jean ends as Marilyn begins
Legendary her sensation that never ends
No not blowing out in the wind
This candle's light will never end
Forever after and for all time
For eternity she will shine
Dear God, they say you hate lies,
But God, you lied, you lied to us,
Isn't it written in your holy book?
That we're all equal before you?
Isn't it siad that you love us all?
Why don't you bless us all?
Dear God, why am I a subject of laughter?
Or maybe I'll be happy in the life after.
I'm tired of going down on my knees,
A lot in this life I do miss,
All I wear are tatters,
All my dreamy shattered,
Am I a child of a demi god?
I'm a keen keeper of your word
Dear God, I'm here one last time,
At least bless me with a dime,
Answer my prayers like others',
I want to be like others,
Dear God...
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Bastet Goddess of protection, health and pleasure, oh, queen.
Goddess of the Rising Sun, you are every day seen
Riding through the sky with Ra, protecting him.
From the serpent Apep, your light is not dim.
Thanks to you cats are demi-deities in Egypt even today.
Revered for their magic, and they keep the rodents away!
Thought to be you in physical form, they are revered.
Lady of the East, by serpents, you are still totally feared.
Bastet, as during the second dynasty, your legacy is safe today.
We think of you as these marvelous cats shoo the vermin away.
At night we know you remain here, keeping safe your father Ra.
In the form of a cat, and we worship you; we are in awe.