Long Deprives Poems
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Touching is something that people take for granted
A thing of youth
Age deprives
you learn to live without touch
Do you remember what it was like to touch silk and skin
Do you remember what it was like to kiss
Gentle soft skin against gentle soft skin
It's a guilty remembrance
as if I am perpetrating some kind of crime
How dare I
How dare I
remember you when you may not want to be remembered
Silk is the word that always comes to mind
Like running my hands over water
Oh God I did love water
Swimming is one of those things I don't do
any more
To be wet when you're young it's so beautiful
Your features are purified and exaggerated
and extraordinary and beautiful and clean
You are never more beautiful in youth
than when you are wet or cold and flushed pink
To be wet when you're old
it's just
to be seen in all of your imperfections
ashen and dry even when wet
Age doesn't like to swim
And age is not improved by cold
But I remember when I used to swim
like a dolphin dipped and dives
and stopping to catch breath
I would float my hands on the water
rest them on the velvet surface
caress it and feel its definition
it's otherworldly texture
It's atomic form
Silken and otherworldly and impossible
just as you felt to touch
How could anything feel so completely soft and pure
and right
Our world is losing its water just as I am losing my water
My beautiful world is drying
I'm dry
I dream water and remember the books that you wanted me to read Dune
In which water was so precious that even tears were saved only for those you love the most
As a bird I am,
blessed with these wings
that have caressed the
winds of wisdom, and
flown me to places far,
and shown me
the ends of the Universe -
a bird indeed, yet one
entombed in a
miserable cage, even as
the whiff of free air
outside my inculpable prison
does fill my nostrils
through the holes in this
rotten mesh.
If those gates are shut
so be they, for they may
keep me from those worlds
which I've cavorted in,
but my eyes, kissed
by a thousand suns do see
beauty even in that which
deprives life of beauty,
and this voice, once subdued
shall speak again, crafting
another world in this
lonely abode.
Wonderful spirit of the universe
The virtue that drives the truth of life
The guiding role of morality is born first
Compassion and tolerance that melts all strife
Awesome and immense is the great law
Amazing are the truths revealed
The wisdom of the Buddha’s Fa
Can correct the corruption that conceals
The discord and deception that control this world
Through a fog of delusion and fear
Confusion and chaos all in a swirl
Quickly spirals downward year after year
Generations of the forgotten truth
Burried deep within the mind
Deprives ones true-self of eternal youth
To become truthful, tolerant and kind
Returning back onto the main road
Can guide one through the haze
The seeds of the Great Law have been sown
To guide one out of the maze
To awaken truth within one’s heart and mind
Cultivation practice is the key
Falun Dafa ‘s wisdom and beauty combined
Will set future generations free.
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm
Annihilating all before it
Terror makes man’s rage perform.
This force saying self is threatened
Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage the enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings
Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrow;
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being
Who contains our frightful flood.
Everyone's purpose is as light as a floating feather.
Unfortunately, the focus on it is like stirring mud
in weather that currently coats fog on past tense
verbs and a current that doesn't flow in any particular
direction within current words.
It deprives everything involved; it is misunderstood.
In a field of dandelions that have turned into
the tooth of the lion, blow the seeds that have become
transparently lovely, the flowers we consider weeds,
with a harmonica full of soul that makes snowfall and
sunshine toast a drink and dance together in a
direction that makes adjectives jealous.
Maybe a seed will land in the sea and it will be buried
in the sand when the riptide buries the root,
and your song will become as bluesy and intense as the tides.
There is a chance that an eagle will grace your presence and
a stranded quill will land under the part of the wing you lost
to lift you up. Even with an intense mist and heavy covering,
you're willing to ruin a good stirring spoon.
Be grateful for however you get your feather floating.
The Crossroads of Life
The crossroads of life—fate!
And there you wait
For the sign that presents forth the goals—
That will guide your destiny.
The phrase is synonymous with challenge,
Bold adventure, and decision-making
In achieving greatness,
Or to be the best that you are.
And yet, you hesitate.
What will people think?
How will you get ahead?
This response, you believe
To be both rational and precise,
Is cowardly.
When opportunity knocks, you procrastinate!
This action deprives your soul of fuel
By exaggerating fear with excuses,
Thereby avoiding the truth of consequences.
Case law has established precedents.
The name will stand
In the books unembellished,
Based on facts of articulate arguments
Waged in the courtroom in the presence of peers.
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Note:
“Knight at the Crossroads” is an 1882 painting by Viktor Vasnetsov (1848–1926) that is based on the traditional Russian legend of The Three Journeys of Ilya Muromets. The artist depicts the hero in a moment of reflection before a menhir:
“If you go to the right, you will lose your horse; if you go to the left, you will lose your life; if you go forward, you will lose both!”
Lack Of Sleep
When your mind deprives you of sleep
It plays tricks that can be quite neat
You see faces almost everywhere
Some are good, some drive you spare.
Noises of the house in rest
Creaking groaning, night time pests
Whispered words you long to hear
Night time ghosts keep us in fear.
But when the face you see above
Is the face you have grown to love
It sends the ghosts back to the realms of night
From whence they come until it’s light.
The face that never launched a ship
Just launched your heart in a backward flip
Never worry about the lack of sleep
If that’s the company you get to keep.
© 08/01/2013
On Sept. 16, more than 150 people attended the city council meeting the downtown closure.
Ventura is one of only a handful of cities in the state with a car-free downtown.
Some downtown property owners oppose the closure and have sued the city to stop it. The lawsuit is in appeal.
The cars aren't coming back to Main Street in downtown Ventura.
The Ventura City Council voted on Sept. 16 to keep five blocks of Main Street and one block of California Street closed to vehicles, as they have been since 2020. The vote was greeted with applause and came after two hours of public testimony in which 74 city residents and business owners spoke in favor of the closure, and only three spoke against it. More than 150 people attended the meeting, nearly all of them in support of the street closure.
No economic vote deprives liberty or law
Law is not an absence of motion nor indifference.
A minority will be forced to conform in time.
You people are not a military
The military has parameters for city and street, road
Functions that the people will not alter
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
Every suspicious look
made you turn back
and create the myths about me;
those feelings of confusion
tempted you to move along secretly
and tag me, but that was hallucination.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
The sense of fear that
hung over you, gave you sleepless
nights and a reason
to suspect each word I said
and watch over me;
the jealous type doesn't
walk away that easily.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
What kept me alert and wondering
how I mistreated you was wrong;
I wake up morning after morning
with dreaded feeling inside
that deprives me of living.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
When it is that freedom is taken from our lives
And is replaced by tyranny that so totally deprives
Our rights to freely speak or be a dissident
Or question the authority from which it has been sent
‘Tis then we must come forward and take a righteous stand
To quell the tyrants’ dictates: Remove the things they’ve planned
Our country’s sinking rapidly, of that there is no doubt
We must work until we put the tyrants out!
Indictments here; indictments there, that’s how it’s all begun
But there must be many more, before our job is done
And when we have completed this necessary task
We’ll hold our heads on high, and then it is we ask:
“Were we the ones who took a stand to right the freedoms’ wronged?”
And are we in the company of those who have belonged
To America, our country, and still Founding Fathers bless
With wisdom and wherewithal to make the answer: YES.