Long Devotionme Poems
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Who am I and what am I, my LORD,
without me by YOUR side?
Through the valley of the shadow of death you guide my feet from perilous snares
YOU stretch YOUR mighty Hand and catch me when I stumble so that i do not fall.
YOU have shown YOUR great mercy to me,
And though i am weak,
YOUR Love doesn’t depart from me.
YOU open my blind eyes,
To see YOUR goodness and Love,
But as an infantile servant I serve YOU feebly-
A sinful being, my eyes are always altered to darkness.
And still as the GREAT MASTER You receive me.
YOUR Love, my LORD, is too great for me to comprehend.
Hence in Your throne in Heaven;
Shouts of Praise to YOUR NAME
Surround You, all day-everyday.
So all I know I will do, my LORD, is this:
I will give you praise and glory all the days of my life,
In good and difficult times,
In happy and sad times,
I will always, always Praise YOUR NAME.
For YOUR Great Love, my LORD is more than I can conceive.
Form:
Staring at the walls I feel out of place
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
I look out the window because I heard a sound
Hoping it was you but you’re not around
You leave me alone can’t you tell it’s a crime
I just want your love and a little more of your time
I walk to our favorite spot maybe you’ll be there
There’s still a scent of you lingering in the air
I inhale you and then cling to it
I’m suffering here and I need a visit
You leave me alone can’t you tell it’s a crime
I just want your love and a little more of your time
I wander our town but your absence makes it unreal
I’m lost and depressed I can’t help how I feel
I come back home but your miles away
Of course I will still wait for you for another lonely day
You leave me alone can’t you tell it’s a crime
I just want your love and a little more of your time
Waves of energy flow off your wings
seep into them weeping hope springs
cradled my head soothing back hair
bring me to peace show me you care
Revealed in an atom of radiated joy
bathing in bliss , pain cannot enjoy
evermore near nor evermore farther
I wander this planet slight scared and scarred
My angel of mercy rapture pure heart
brought me in closer never to part
silky soft kisses that light up the dawn
makes a heart joyful never you mourn
Wiping off woe like a dirty mile
simply get lost in your sweet smile
Laughing with joys echoed in night
I’m feeling peace from your indigo light
Energized might pours into me
sets a soul flying gracefully receded
soaked into nothing resurfaced in love
your wings did carry grace from above
Infants can vaguely
remember how often they were
attentively cared for...
kissed and touched by their mothers:
cuddling them in those
protective and undetached arms,
claiming their babies to be the cutest ones!
I do reacall how mother fed me;
and made sure I was completely full,
until I burped and my tiny eyes began to roll...
Around seven a.m. I was awaken by the choir,
when the massive medieval organ,
over the church's altar, began to play;
she took me out to the sunny veranda,
to let me hear its heavenly sound!
And it exquisitely played the" Ave Maria! "...
while all the nuns from the monastery,
across the stone-paved street, headed,
towards their place of meditation and prayer;
ever since their devotion became mine...
Time, you age our bodies with worries and diseases,
but only memories are timeless and unerasable;
childhood is the slowest phase of our fleeing life,
and that event can influence our well-being:
to make us happy or sad, lovable and kind...
bitter and unmindful, or resentful and hateful!
However positively or negatively, these feelings are fed to the heart;
we act on them accordingly without the tendency to forget that:
we were once loved so sweetly and so endessly by a mother, with a pious face,
who desired their children to be the mirror of herself...
when her cutes ones would become caring husbands and loving wives,
to carry on this honorable tradition for the survival of the Human Race...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Let hope soar on the wings on an angel
Let her lift you up when you fall
I'll be your angel from above
I'll kiss it and make it better
I'll be your lover always and forever
I'll be your friend till the end
I'll be everything you need
All you have to do is think of me
And I'll be there
I'll be there for you
Through thick and thin
When the rain is pouring down
When the sun is out bright
If you ever need me just call
With me by your side
You will never want
For anything in life
I will lift you up on angels wings
I'll be your shelter from the storm
I'll be your tall drink on a hot summers day!
***This here is dedicated to my eldest sister and her husband stuck in a long distance
relationship....***
**************I step out of myself, jump into their mind to tell their story, I hope you
enjoy**********
I'm so far away,
I find it hard to cope.
Alone, I lay
I've come close to losing hope.
I need my husband,
my one and only.
Does he still wear his wedding band?
Emotionally stressed,
lonely?
I talk to him everyday,
but a voice over the phone
is not enough.
as a woman, grown,
alone,
It's rough.
i have needs
call me greedy
I yearn for his seeds.
Come to me baby
Please..
Your imprinted in my mind,
but your not here.
Working, struggling to find
you near me dear...
Fear,
Never....
Even though we're miles apart
I know I am yours forever...
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Here I sit,
around those I can't stand.
They throw childish fits
Two grown men..
Four years, I saw you everyday
Now alone,
But, I won't stray
My heart frayed
Over-played..
The commitment I have made
I'm yours,
No matter where I stay.
I miss my wife,
so full of strife.
Life,
wounding me daily,
stabbed by lifes' knife..
I try to be positive,
but It's hard
not to be negative.
My muse has gone away.
Alone,
I lay.
How will I cope today?
All yours I remain
No matter where I lay
every night I pray
but life without you
everyday seems gray
I must stay focused
through this
emotional hocus pocus.
But, the day will come
when we're together again.
I hate this, being lonesome,
I need
My wife and my best friend...
....Jared Pickett....8/4/09......:JP}
STAND BESIDE ME
I look beyond the here and now
The sides and in-between
The way we were, the way we are
The way we've always been
My soul mate stands before me
Your shadow steps into mine
I pour the nectar to the glass
Speak my mystic rhyme
Spellbound I had you from the start
Spellbound you'll ever be
Potions, spells and magic wands
Crystal ball that I may see
Disperse the smoke and clouds of grey
The cotton wool of life
I said back then as I say today
I love being your wife
You take the words from my mouth
Stole them by a kiss
Saying 'yes you have me spellbound
But the true chemistry was this...
I cast this spell we're bound to
It was me, with my magicians tricks
Unveiling a spell of magic you say..
I'll grant you one more wish
One more wish that I may ask of you
what more do I need?
My heart is so full of loving you
There's not room for it to breathe
There is something I'll ask of you
To fulfill that precious wish
You'll complete my soul implicitly
If for me you would do this...,
'Stand beside me sometimes
In-front of me when times get tough
Stand behind me when I'm confident
Beneath to lift me up
Lie beside me when I'm sleeping
Watch over me when I don't see
And on our Golden anniversary
Recite this back to me'
Our Love needs no spells or potions
The magic is always there
Two hearts that beat in unity
A lifetime we two share.
I've slept all day. I haven't even moved.
Sometimes people think i'm craving attention.
I just want to be left alone.
They try to touch and talk to me.
That wasnt what I wanted at all.
So I get up and go hide somewhere else.
I go for walks sometimes but not much.
I tend to get into fights.
Most of the time it is my fault though.
I can not seem to help myself.
People probably think i have no self-control.
I stay out for days at a time.
I never let anyone know where.
They are so concerned and happy when I come home.
They give me food and a warm bed.
It's a nice break from being on the street.
I suppose I can be anti-social.
But I do love them..and the attention.
Not that I would let them know.
I do bring them presents on occasion.
After all, they did take me home.
............................... meow.
Reluctantly,
I gave her my rough draft.
An hour later she returned,
handing me my paper marked in red,
She said:
"Have you ever tried poetry?"
"You certainly have a way with words.
I think you would make an incredible poet with the right mentor!!
Come to my house on Saturday night,
I would like to show you something!!"
Within the work day I had written my first poem, "Obsessed".
Short, sweet in freestyle form,
something like a Senryu.
Sensual, creative
Asavvy1 had made his debut.
thoughts begin to brew.
daily,
I'd write two.
Consuelo,
my muse,
who,
helped rouse my creativity,
who,
gave me life when I was blue.
*** That Saturday night inspired the following poems***
Obsessed
Night Cap ( all three versions)
The Dance,
The Date,
& The Engagement.
*** Reading these poems will conclude this tribute to my Consuelo.......***
Jared Pickett
12/29/09
Asavvy1
King where dost thy realm begin, the Kingdom and thy throne?
I come to offer my sword to thee, my life, my blood, my Soul.
Ne'er once have I admired more, majestic Sovereign up on high
Guiding light from blinding star, if you please with me abide.
Offering this hand of mine, to be taken and held by your's
Flight of fancy, heart's desire, let me fight this gallant cause.
King command this subject here, thy will be done not mine
Ignorance be no defense, surely recognition is divine
Not all Kings belong to monarchy, nor Monarchs blood be blue
Grant this wish I ask of thee, Lord let me come to serve you
Sword in hand, on bended knee, Son of man, King of Kings.