Long Distributing Poems
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It takes a thousand words or less
Before going to press
A story to be told
Quick read message needing to be sold
True an author can build on things
Planting more tree rings
Staying away from being a short article fling
Longer the life
Hundred page paperback can be a husband or wife
At times the small order
May have the proper impact wanted by the recorder
Beginning, middle and end
A quick scene written by the pen
Conflict to resolution moves real quickly
Displaying artistic trickery
Keeping it simple as a stage spotlighting a chair
Concentrating on the dancer who has flair
Flash fiction is a formula to know
Distributing information pathway to go
When seeding a literary show
Goal being clear and concise
A journalist may say ‘that is nice’
Since the reporter is caught up in opinion and facts
Editorial columnists obsessed with personal attacks
A fantasy trip
Screaming ‘get a grip’
Could right the communication ship
When the audience is one
Relaxing interest continues until done
Sitting all alone
Gnawing on the creative bone
Seeing their own inner peace in sight
After being entertained as a witness to a dramatic plight
During the protagonist antagonist traditional fight
Observing the clouds roll in
Could be penance for a sin
Bright light darken
Thunderous barking
Severe weather alert
Important advisory stimulates and flirts
Informing debatable spectacle is near
Find shelter to avoid the heavenly tear
Worthy to be indoors with the favorite beer
A major temper tantrum is here
Unleashing a ferocious fear
Using clapping sounds
Water pounding the ground
Getting things out of the system
Is the developing storm’s hissing
There is a wonderful sight
If safely distanced from the fight
A galactic crackling show
With flashy glows
Display in the sky
Electricity flying high
There are warnings
Stating close up those awnings
Shutting down torrential visual effects
Cash in those rain checks
Proceed with caution
When the weather is tumbling and tossing
For the respectful mind
Can find
An enjoyable time
On nature’s dime
Getting in over one’s head
It is said
Could be a dangerous debt
Care is needed
Dealing the meteorological cards that are heated
Distributing messages repeated
Listen and learn
Try not to get the million to one lighting burn
It all comes down to being concerned
About the terms
Watched and confirmed
After all the rumblings take their turn
Man must live with enough, not
with the exorbitant...
We need to be happy
with the happiness of others
around us... thus,
we will live in peace...
But first of all, we need
to have the courage to live in peace!
Distributing is not impoverishing ourselves
materially to help
those who are wronged... doing that is a saintly thing...
we are not that good yet!
But giving, giving ourselves a little more,
is divine... EST MODUS IN REBUS!
As written before, even to do good,
one must have courage...
Returning, living with good principles
we will certainly evolve...
As the poet
Américo Falcão once wrote: "The way God
created things, even the frogs in the marsh
will be angels one day."
Let us be brave, let us distribute
let us give a little more... this is how
God likes and wants it!
Affection appears in many different ways..
A caress..
A warm embrace...
A kiss..
Holding hands..
Arms wrapped around one's shoulder..
Loving warm smile..
Distributing unconditional love..
Starved for affection I am..
Child I was..
Abundance of food existed..
Lack of affection existed..
As I hungered for affection..
Unwanted I felt..
Lost in my own reality..
Feeling unloved..
A caress
Warm embraces..
Kisses..
Holding hands..
Was indeed many of my fantasies..
Day dreams often flowed..
From childhood..
To adulthood..
Starvation of affection it was..
Wholeness I only imagined..
Since lack of wholeness there was..
It was a lovely hot summer's day..
Scorching hot sun..
With a gentle breeze..
I was walking on the beach..
The hot sand covering my toes..
Feeling the grittiness of the sand..
Upon both my feet..
A man..
Handsome ..
Accompanied by an amazing, loving, warm, genuine, smile..
Approaches me..
The rest is history..
Starved for affection ..
No more..
As I have found the love of my life..
A lifetime of embraces we will have..
Now I have a beautiful child..
My child..
Shall always receive an abundance of affection..
No limitations apply ..
On the TV
Talent getting paid a salary fee
In control of distributing information
Monitoring backstage scripted decisions
Dude was inland
Miles from the ocean sand
Reading a line not as a joke
Instead a journalistic quote
“Rough Seas”
Translates to “Surfer Cheese”
Through the darken sight
Waves chop interpreted by some as 'all right!'
Quiet on the beach
Only flying birds are in reach
Peaceful sounds
Crash down
While salty air
Seasons the shore with a crispy flair
Energizing the setting saying ‘I care’
Then settling in for a challenging natural stare
Standing there board at their side
Looking into the water’s curly eyes
It is a gamble one must take
Enticed by the gigantic wake
It is now time the dice should be thrown
Feeling warm after a gust is blown
Wearing armor wet and tight
Having more courage than a knight
Ready to swim head first into a fight
As a ripple starts a climb
A surfer who has time
Chooses the exact moment to unwind
Sliding to catch the pitch
Knowing how and when to bail out with a ditch
Balancing on the wooden device
Wondering if God’s creation is going to be nice
Picturesque picture soon is captured
At any second it could be a disaster
In the end
Calm waters do descend
And that is when
The surfer finishes the glide
With a kind gesture, ‘good bye’
Only to return back to the tide
Needing another good ride
Surf was up on this day
Despite the skies being grey
Sun worshippers stayed at home
While surfer diplomacy made peace all alone
Loosening an angry heavenly grip
After listening to humans on a simple long dog ship
Returning to a placid look
Making friends luring the anglers’ bait and hook
Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”
Championing freedom and liberty
Lady of courage midst tenacity
Stands along truth while defying deceit
Upholding virtues with serenity.
Transformed through love’s might from failure’s defeat
Peace-filled lady stays grounded at her feet
Joyously caring, sharing, reaching-out
Showing miraculous conversion treat.
Determined to win over carnal bout
Valiant lady faces attacking doubt
To conquer with prayer afflicting pain
Extricating self from unbelief’s clout.
Seeking forgiveness for soul’s guilty stain
Repentant lady confesses heart-strain
Since pardon drives her faith to do what’s best
Ready in distributing blessings’ gain.
That's my partner midst my spiritual quest
Hope-propelled lady of stewardship zest
Modelling divine nature by God's grace
Smiting evil blight, surmounting sin‘s pest
She's our mother in our orphanage days
Helping us perform best in unique ways
Triumphant midst pain showing her beauty
Now, I am trained to take her wondrous place.
Edited on June 29, 2025 for the contest, "How well do you know your partner (With a twist)" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A.
A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane
Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain
Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain
A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train
Poorly trained recruits struggling above the furor to remain
Stridently striving nation's honor to uphold; but only vitriol,
criticism obtain
Sacrificial fodder sheared of its free-flowing mane
Pared of hope; left only with the incalculable strain
Stationed in a humid hovel that every ounce of stamina doth drain
Surrounded by enemies who fealty and allegiance feign
Fighting to defend a people tethered to a weak, tenuous chain
Serving under commanders who constantly seek fallow grounds to
regain
Sacrificial lambs whose blood the unforgiving terrain doth stain
Seeking a wily, amorphous foe in a borderless territory to contain
Reconnoitering through boundless jungles that equally beauty and
poison contain
Searching for 'guerillas in the mist', but only marauders and
malcontents detain
Scouring villages for contraband; arbitrary jury distributing pain
Showered with toxic chemicals that clear our paths but our lungs
restrain
Conditioned to violence as barbaric, torture devices many
comrades have slain
Transporting the liberal vices of burgeoning social revolution to a
frugaler domain
Satiating the lonely days; secluded nights with: booze, barbiturates
and cocaine
Surviving a hostile conflict where sanity seemed to constantly ebb
then wane
Trite conscripts whose epitaph will read, 'Every battle objective
gained, but the national will could not retain'.
Crime is a real problem in Jamaica
Hundreds are dead, there's no solution to the problem
Even the police are giving up ...the police commissioner has resigned ...sir trust me, no one man can solve this problem...you did your best
In the meantime, we are still counting bodies
We hear the cries but ...no solutions
We only can call on God now
The problem started long before our time, when garrison politics was the order of the day
Few are educated
No real opportunities
The big man distributing guns in the inner city
Young men smoking weed on the corner
Pregnant teenagers
Women selling themselves for a few dollars
No father in the house and our men still believe they should have" gal in a bungle "
Where is the church in all of this? busy talking about the cover of a phone book and nothing on crime ...seriously
We can't win the war on crime until we win the war in the family, we need real role models, we need real men …yes MEN
The truth is until we start teaching our men to be responsible we will never win the war on crime
until it's at our front door before we get serious
When our women stop washing bloody clothing for their gun men son and mate
Yes, we all need to stop accepting bull **** before all this will end
Until then we will continue to count bodies, when will it end, when the society start taking responsibility