Long Directions Poems
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Was it fate or chance our paths were crossed
Heading two different directions, that merge to one
The whole time my heart being turned and tossed
Being drawn to you like a flower is to the sun
Hoping longing that the day soon comes to light
That our eyes meet and all hopes then become true
Walking beside each other beginning our plight
Without words each says to the other, I love you
Realizing the combining of two souls now achieved
The sorrow of loneliness disbanded never to return
A love never giving chance for either to be deceived
Something that no one can teach nor can one learn
Looking to the day that our two worlds are united
Fighting against the possibility to ever be divided
On the slopes of the lush hill
the drowsy magnolias seep
the warm drops of the dew;
they don't expect any rain
for another distant season...
where no hungry lizards creep!
Many of us seek places of harmony,
longing for notes that tantalize emotions,
feeling the caresses of the capricious wind
dispersing the petals of the dogwood trees...
while being captured by the idyllic images
we'll jot down when we'll get very lonely:
and that's something not invented
to feed fantasy, imagination, or folly!
I observe a bold-headed guy walking his dog
and being pulled to various directions,
the chocking beagle needs to get loose
and get wilder than those kids playing,
laughing and throwing pebbles into a river;
will the owner decide to unleash him once,
where there's no danger or menacing raccoons?
He finally lets him loose and the jovial dog starts barking,
chasing the croaking and leaping frogs startled by fear!
The pale-skinned man is getting a blistering sunburn,
having spent two hours without any protection;
he wishes he were swimming in a sea of cool waves,
but he's wearing a maroon cowboy hat and lights
a Colorado Maduro cigar he brought in the town of Lakewood;
he watches its smoke puffs rising high to form a small cloud!
On the slopes of the lush hill
there are no trees, only Daffy-Down-Dillies...
unlike the dandelions down below that bees
avoid when they spot a rascal
Parakeet that feeds on them and bends their stems;
such a scene is rarely seen, never captured by humans!
Dealing with deep touching issues sleepless nights worried
lovingly do not understand my head anymore teardrops keep falling weakness
cut from finest silk cannot take this heartbreak and disappointment
Enough watching my mother and father crying
respect not into this hurting pain brings joy ends inside
indignity knowing my path was chosen from birth
Goodness knows why through the injustice reeks tyranny inflames scars
unhappy dealing with invisible grief and shame it brings forth
sharing what I must make visible fighting for truth hate manifesting
Opening these eyes a miracle dream bowing defeat comes disturbing news
within great pain and loss not guilty judged pleas unheard story
No say deemed unworthy suffering with the courage to stand up against conviction
What I believe in the end justice peace holds pure the innocence unheard
societies untouchables in this world tyranny hides shame to speak
rising behind pride and greed masks destruction of a heart's dignity
When falling down on my knees burdened heavily patience wounds salted
always stood for what is right speaking up in defense true spirit embracing souls joined love united we sang with freedom choosing our destinies directions join
Dancing tunes always sunshine peace finds the only direction home hand in hand
such friendship forever a promise shines one day to come we have walked
this path golden together shared in this life our dreams kissing sacred gift maiden
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The sky looks so irate and angry today.
Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers.
Slithering sparks slice the lump of darkness into pieces.
Thunder rumbles, its loud screams shatter the peace.
The ear- splitting ‘boom’ makes one cringe in fear.
Through the leaves, the wind is whipping hard,
Announcing the arrival of an impending rain.
Soon water drops lash down adding special effects.
* * * * * * *
The transition from a clear sky to an ebony one,
Was too sudden with the hot summer day cooling off
And winds blowing from all directions and silver droplets
From heavens falling, whispering and telling of love.
Is not love, like a thunderstorm overwhelming and intense?
It comes unexpected, consuming one whole from head to foot,
Flashing like lightning and pouring like rain,
Flooding to the brim, allowing all desolation drown,
Making one dance like a peacock with strut feathers.
But sometimes it comes crashing like thunder,
Splitting our limbs, tearing us asunder and bringing us pain.
Love at times is so brief, like the tropical storm~
Not more than a flash of lightning, a painful memory.
All depends on the angle through which we view things.
Instead of fearing the raging storm and the lightning
That come along with the thunder,
Feel the rush of energy all across your senses
And allow the vibration, course through your veins,
Shaking loose the lethargy and inertia from you.
When it rains, don’t look down on the puddles below,
But wait hopefully for the spectrum of colours,
Arching beautifully in the cerulean sky and rejoice!
Travelling has many turns to take
whatever road we take to go
it leads in many directions of sorts
what will you find? friend or foe
Always having a choice to make
searching long and hard for faith
for deep down inside there's a gap
made for God alone the scriptures saith
Many of our routes end in detours
so many u-bends to dictate
what's it all about one has to ask?
but God knows all He did create
The new testament reveals about Jesus
as the life, the truth and the way
for no one can find His father
except in Christ the scriptures do say
So many centuries past since Jesus came
many lost souls found Jesus since then
God has received the glory for this mercy
may all that believe this take up their pen
Do you know what that person is going through?
So you can't judge
You can't say that you know what they are thinking, feeling
You only know what God lets you to know
That's why it's all the more important
That you be sensitive to the Holy Spirit
He will direct in what you should know
What steps you should take
What words you should write
Do you always know what to do?
So therefore, think and let Him guide you
You don't want to be like the blind
Going through life with no directions
No spherical vision
No Spirit led understanding
God will allow you all that
If you'd be in tune with Him
A lot of times we complain
"I don't know what you want of me"
But do we know what we want of Him?
He will give you what you want
Which is direction, clarification, edification
Multiplication, acceleration, optimization, mediation
Contrition, examination, harmonization, beautification
Anything else you want to claim?
Get in the program, would you?
I was travelling to Thursford, one day in the car
And I’d followed directions I’d got in the bar
We were on Caister road, was it left was it right
It was late, we were lost we were losing the light
We spotted a policeman and asked of him “pray,
Thursford my friend, can you tell me the way”
Well, he started to chuckle, he grinned then he laughed
Said “ you’ve listened to John, you’ve been pretty daft
It’s a good forty mile, you’ve had a bum steer
It’ll take you an hour, cos it’s nowhere near here”
So Johnny, old pal, your directions are crap
And, next time I go out I’m consulting a map
Owls fly back toward the dark,
mice follow
the talons of an exposing sun.
The tramp and scurry
of predators and prey
passing each other, to-and-fro.
At the tree line, a small
clearing of calm.
Here dawn and night
mingle for a moment.
Here the fox loses the scent
of the rabbit,
the thrush goes blind to the worm;
only for a moment
at a crossroad of time.
Light and dark in perfect balance -
just for an instant,
then all directions
doom themselves once more
into perilous paths,
all must return
to the hawk-eyed tracks
of the back-and-forth,
the menacing trace
of coming and going,
the blood-splattered trails
of to-and-fro.
Why am I so enraged is what I often want to know
Intimidation and frustration is what I mostly show
Although I am such a nice guy with a carefree kind of heart
It’s the rage that’s deep inside that’s tearing me apart
I’m torn
My intentions are not begot just to prove me a fool
But it’s the drive still deep inside that makes me overlook the rules
My passion for life has overtaken my will to just be still
Constantly losing grip on my dreams while focusing on what’s not yet real
still torn
Mid life crisis , male menopause I don’t know perhaps that could be
Whatever it is that came about its completely taken over me
Don’t ask me to justify myself for that’s pretty much impossible right now
Because at this point in my life I’m more focused on the what and the how
I’m torn
I have made so many wrong decisions and have taken so many wrong paths
Had to duck and dive and roll with many punches just to get the last laugh
There is something in life that I have to prove to me not to anyone else
That even though life dealt me some hellish cards i refuse to be placed on the shelf
I’m torn
To often had I settled for less while constantly pushing for more
Even if I am the only one that believe in the potential that I have yet to explored
So that’s why I sit puzzled at a crossroad of two totally different directions
On the left is the road for passion of life , on the right is the road to just affection
Just torn
a deterrent is what's considered to the path of conclusions
which road leads to reality and which is just an illusion
no matter where I go or which I choose in the end I will find a meaning
but only then will I truly find the real reason for my being
torn
When I was a child,
the teacher came up with a nice assignment, ever so mild.
She passed around to all the children
a black and white outline of a heavenly angel, with no chagrin.
"You are to color the angel your favorite color.",
she said. as we all took out our boxes of crayons, of vibrant holler.
I took my time getting started and looked around the room,
and the other school kids grabbed for their reds and their blues.
The teacher then started to walk around complimenting each child,
as they scribbled away.
It was a very nice day.
I took my time, starting with a deep outline against the edges,
and then with a smile on my face colored in turns and pathways to impress, as I honored the pledges
Teacher eventually got to me and with a little surprise spoke against her druthers,
"You aren't following the directions, you are to use your FAVORITE color!
"But...", I said with my eyes looking up against a sunken face,
"Yellow IS my favorite color", and I felt it was great.
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
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