Long Direction Poems
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I saw a butterfly in the sky
from a memory a tear came to my eye
through transcendence it had arrived
it wasn’t in any way contrived
our oneness with loved ones passed will always last
the truth is no longer masked we are one the die is cast
life is good when understood through the Light
nothing can hide from it not even night
I love the life we share in this incarnation
I’m grateful to have been born in this nation
hear my voice it’s freedom of voice that has peeked our imagination
allowing the further development of this manifestation
and yes in this time of our greatest despair
they’re people everywhere that are courageous and still care
the hating must stop we need a correction
our hope lies in moving in a new direction
To really understand the concept of this work one needs to go back to that day,
It was that afternoon in Dallas the year 1963 when in the blink of an eye a Family and country’s hopes and dreams were taken away.
For five long years we searched in hopes to find that candle's glow.
Searching for that one who would step up and show us the
Direction we needed to go
As that young man stepped up to address the people that day in January,
He gave us back that hope, than candle's glow, he became our Bobby.
For 82 days we watched him bring life and determination back to this country Again,
And then it happened our young knight was struck down and we found
Ourselves lost again .
Just as his brother before, the young man with a dream was with us no more.
Though they both are gone, yet the glow of that candle they lit will and does Live on.
By Louise Riveiro - Mitchell
I adopt dainty etiquette
when quenching thirst or dining
to buzzfeed growling beast
inside me tummy.
The missus requests obedience
raising both my little fingers in the air
upon taking beverage or repast to lips.
Additionally, she also requires I
(well healed husband who toes the line)
perform dance shuffle - think clog
feigning to trip over feet
as if yours truly quaffed to much grog
while balancing atop log.
Miss iz manners re: lee the spouse
sets prime example being lady like,
what with her belching and snorting
of course with mouthful of food
no surprise she nurtured impolite brood
raised on learning language crude
even this Geico caveman exhibits
less coarse attitude,
he likens himself to subdued dude
trying his darnedest (golly gee)
to avoid family feud
general behavior hashtagged as rude
linkedin with antics qualified as lewd
encouraged nsync while
slurping or masticating in the nude,
whereby other body sounds made
unsuitable for strait laced and prude
folks who don't take a fancy hearing
so called uncouth soundclouds exude
out body orifices considered foul,
inapropos and extremely lewd
when unless quarantined in solitude.
One upside of COVID-19
postprandial aural emanations
(all time favorite flatulence)
knows no outward bounds
unless colorectal explosions
register highest magnitude
when measured in concert
with handy dandy
blues clues rattle seismometer
and register courtesy
Richter Scale and the Mercalli Scale
direction and intensity of earthquakes.
Upon experiencing aforementioned prime mate
i.e. the bellowing gal offering herself as ahem
(pardon the double entendre) master bait,
I knew from the get go
Tex-Mex Connection
in North Wales, Pennsylvania
where we shared our first date
(outsize bean burritos)
I tooted my own horn,
she unwittingly got me into checkmate,
just for that her fate got sealed,
when our respective gametes
(ova and sperm cells respectively)
new life we did miraculously create
the first of two female offspring
would become housed in utero
and come to resemble
a spheroid somewhat oblate
even now unnamed counterpart,
(and partner in crime) still swell person
hook hood benefit to lose some weight,
cuz... well adipose freight
quite ample around equator.
Written 2010
Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies
Oh he's your only friend
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"
You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair
You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car
Where is that blating?
Looking all around
Trying to find the source
It sounds like a kid crying for its dam
Nowhere in sight is the evidence of the sound
Turn and look once more
From the direction of the babbling creek
Down where the Paper Birch stands
Skirted in native Bamboo
Where the coolness is so inviting
To a weary soul
Come sit, relax, enjoy the ions that refresh
The sound gets much louder there__
Then in the exact spot looking
There comes Rocky carrying a fawn
The fawn with his polished cleft small ebony hooves
Attached to his very long abnormal looking legs
Legs that are swinging back and forth for Rocky had him in the nape of his neck
This dappled child of the doe
Calling for its mother to come
To this day I can still hear his cry! BaMa.......
(OUr Rat Terrier who is fourteen years old
was diagnosed with an enlarged heart yesterday..
The vet say is treatable and he should live several
years..Just a memory of when he was young.)
In streets of solitude...
A societal ghost ambles through
A bustling concrete jungle unnoticed.
A lost soul with sartorial handicap,
Carrying life inside his overstuffed backpack.
His face is weather-beaten;
Reflecting wasted years,
Loneliness and pain.
His hungry, pleading eyes
Dart from one passerby to the next.
No one cares enough to approach,
To find out his name. It's Jack.
A few stop by to toss pennies
Into his Styrofoam cup.
No one sticks around to talk to him.
His stomach often grumbles
With hunger;
The world blind to his plight.
He wants more than a friendly wave
At those waiting out a stop light
Half of those don't even look in Jack's direction
Because of pride, he doesn't
Knock at car windows and ask...
"Can you kindly spare a dollar?"
A forgotten citizen left to fend for himself.
He might as well be locked away
In prison; out of sight, out of mind.
Who searches, cries, and prays for this lost soul?
America unwilling
To bring this outsider in from the cold.
She looks past him like cellophane.
Campaigning politicians release
A laundry list of plans that don't include
Helping him to rise above his dismal circumstances.
None of their promises include
Sheltering this poor folk roaming about
Like a stray dog, living under a bridge
And sleeping in a makeshift tent.
Sadly, it will always be this way
In streets of solitude.
NOTHINGNESS
Spreading around in every
direction are wings of a
peacock
patterned
cherubs hug fresh
cherries
align with soul sounds
one point zero hertz
transmit blue, crimson
white
sitting inside a rock
a marble ornamented figure
gold explodes into grapes
falling
falling
falling
Nothing matters except
drowning into
Nothingness
Still he sits on a Roman
coin
or is it Greek ?
listening for
rain
shine rain
perhaps
a grasp or a wave of fire
It will not come
Nothingness is here
Now !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2003/edit2024
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 8, 2018
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
I have a lesson of how Satan stole my shattered soul.
He prayed on my wounded heart,
while leading me into temptation.
I was trapped in a spell.
My indiscretions took over my life
leading me down the darkest path of desolation.
A breath from rock bottom,
I was moments away from having a soul.
Life was bleak. Life was dreary.
I used to be happy, pretty, and sweet.
Instead, I had lost all decency.
I called upon all inevitable
mortality—a rapid false end to all my
problems and pain.
Everything I had was sold while
my home became a broken shell,
faded in second to my cold sweats, anxiety, and shaking
despair in the clutches of evil.
I was so low and out of control.
My life meant nothing as I chased after the devil’s gold.
In one sole direction I was
…falling…falling...into eternal loss and
soon straight to my death.
Shall I hail the rising ray
Or overflow my cup with tears of joy
Shall i run as with no direction
As a madman full of happiness
Or woe for such a glorious day has come
Will his prince my friends’ mirth receive,
And bless his birth, and wish to live?
Or shall he Forever wave to his past
And dreamed time was like a divine vine.
oh, this glorious vine
That grew with glory rippled here and there
by the glorious winds of hopes and fears.
Sang like a happy bird
rejoicing, for God made it grace
That so divine vine be me so,
I rejoice for I lived to be 16th
I rejoice for today is women month
And a beautiful, intelligent woman gave me life
Once wish but now present
Impossible has finally been defeated
I, my dear, was born today
16th, my love greatest pride