Long Disturb Poems
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Chasing the Morning Dew
by Lori Maria Walton
Sitting alone in a world of rhyme
I marvel longingly at the pass of time
Created for day and night
But when watched closely must take flight
Careful not to disturb the balance
Between love of time and chafed heart callous
One can wait for eternity
If only a second love is free
Free to roam among the fields
Of romantic flower and jasmine shields
A moment can be preserved forever
To create a lifetime to endeavor
Standing next to evening rain
Pondering life through a window pane
Shadows drink my desires away
Exiting the stage of this life's play
Drunken slurs of memories past
She waits for him her role to cast
So life can go beyond the moment
Begin to breathe and not lament
But in the present she remains torn
To laugh and love and surely mourn
The years to come without a view
She continues to chase the morning dew
Form:
Do not allow things to disturb
Your peace of mind.
Stay focused you have
An ax to grind.
Always be kind to
Every person you meet.
Learn to relax take a
Load off your feet.
Allow your inner glow
To come out.
Leave it alone if you have
Second thoughts about.
Get over your mistakes
Of the past.
Do the right thing, until
You breathe your last.
Stay noble and you will
Avoid rage.
Don't allow them to
Rattle your cage.
Always be strong,
There is nothing you should fear.
Stay alert, wait until
The facts are clear.
Stay happy and it keeps
Worry at bay.
Only you can brighten
Your day.
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Give me one last fling, let my spirit roam
Before they take me to the county home
When I was young, wild and hearty
I never missed a single party
So many women and the memory lingers
Thought we were dancing till she stepped on my fingers
Walked for miles looking for an all night bar
That;s when I remembered that I had my car
Climbing home, hand rails killing my back
Last time I'll walk along a railroad track
I guess my night has taken its' toll
Now my arms are wrapped around a toilet bowl
It might be my time, but it ain't the place
Where someone's had their butt, now I got my face.
Tried not to disturb, was quiet as a mouse
Then a voice behind me said ,"You're in the wrong house."
Not knowing where I was sure gave me a fright
But I'll do it again come Saturday night.
Got to enjoy every freakin' moment!
I give her full credit for my stamina and health
Look forward to starting my day with our daily gait
Both of us are outdoorsy girls
Wherever we go, we are enthusiastic voyagers
The lake calls us through its blue waters
We walk on its levee witnessing many marvels
Fresh blowing winds give us goosebumps
Brings delight, a beautiful sight of a few swimming honkers
We spot a great blue heron standing tall like a statue
She watches it carefully with a quite curious attitude
Some enthusiastic fishermen are using their skills
Moving their boats in the lake finding daily catches of fish
She loves to run free on levee’s wide path
Sniffing scents of lost hidden balls in rock walls
We cross paths with a few dog ramblers
I put her on leash again to avoid complicating matters
Cool waters of lake attract her the greatest
She finds a stick to direct me to play a game of fetch
Plunging into water to bring back the stick
Tireless game she adores to play without getting sick
Geese and ducks watch her from swaying far away
They don’t dare to disturb this entertaining play
After quite a few rounds of throw and fetch, she is satisfied
We decide to turn around to go home with content mind
With drenched fur, panting body and wagging tail
The duo starts walking back to complete the day’s tread
The city exhales steam like a tired beast,
its breath pooling in alleyways
where no one walks anymore.
Cold, wet cobblestones gleam
like the backs of forgotten coins,
each one holding a secret
you must step lightly not to disturb.
Streetlamps blink like they’re remembering
how to dream—
orange halos shivering on the slick asphalt,
casting shadows
with no one to belong to.
Shop windows sleep behind
grimy glass and rolled-down gates,
whispering to each other
in the hush of the sodium dark.
Rain slicks the world into a mirror
and I walk through it—
a ripple in the ghost of a market square,
where footsteps echo
as if they're unsure
whether they’re mine or someone else's
long gone.
Neon signs flicker with old jazz—
an inaudible tune,
all hush and blue
and the smell of wet iron
lingering like a lover's forgotten scarf.
I am alone, but the night is not empty.
It is full of watching things—
brick mouths and sewer grates,
broken clocks stuck at almost midnight,
windows that sigh when no one’s listening.
The city speaks its truest voice
only when no one asks.
Swirling Thoughts
So many thoughts spin through my mind like a swarm of butterflies of silver and sapphire,
I let them glide in flight like incense smoke ascending toward ancient constellations,
some stop with the force of sacred things like anchors in the ocean of my soul,
others vanish like wandering clouds that dissolve in the abysses of the velvet sky.
So many thoughts knock at the window of night like lost angels begging for asylum,
and disturb the peace of my sleep with their whispers troubling and bewitched,
some extinguish like the fire in the hearth leaving lunar ash and dead stars behind,
others ignite in my chest like green flames unquenched that dance eternally on.
I gather them gently in my palms so I don't break their fragile and transparent wings,
for each thought carries within itself a hidden path toward worlds still unknown,
some bring upon my lips the caress like a touch of seraphic wings descending,
others take me back to all the tears that I have shed in cosmic silence alone.
When I lay them on the white and cold pages of morning they bind themselves together,
they weave into verses gentle and magic like embroidery from threads of lunar light,
some remain with me forever engraved like invisible tattoos upon my heart eternal,
others are lost in the void like echoes that die in cathedrals made of crystal bright.
They gather around me like sacred rain when the heavy sky breaks apart at dusk,
some wash my old wounds others heal the illness that keeps my soul captive still,
I don't force my words to be grand or righteous I let them flow naturally free,
some are light upon my stairs others are the sweet lie that keeps me alive until.
And if at dawn I reach you in thought know that I come from my pure soul within,
some are sighs others are songs all from a longing carried eternally through time,
and even if time will erase what I've written from the pages left behind in my wake,
some will be words that have killed others proof that I truly loved once upon a time.
I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS
I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.
I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,
“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”
The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.
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After dispersal from school
I sat in the van of kids
Cute, naughtorious, innocent & cool
among them, a girl
sitting alone, silently
smiling at their pal
I could guess
She didn't have friends
She came & sat before me
touched my hand & look at me
Its okay, I smiled!
She returned a big smile
After a long humble touch
I felt hard rub
It was painful
But I didn't disturb
As I could see, it was like
her little fingers exploring that
but a question, still flying in my mind
"What she wanna do? "
It remained unwind .
She kept her soft hand
beside that of mine
suddenly my hand became bright
All those knots were untied
Atlast I understand
She was comparing colour of hands
turning front & back
finding what she lacks
Oh! She was comparing colour of hands
Her Brown & my White hand
It was painful, more than that rub
Somehow I managed, I tried
'cause I was sixteen
But she was just five.
I could tell her biology
Biology of dominant colour
Value of skill in society
& no value of colour, in life
'cause I was sixteen
But, but she was just five
So, I remained silent
Filled with a guilt
(No-one admire me beautiful
But I never complained
'cause I felt fine & thankful
Whatever you made
Not going to happen same)
'cause I could feel her pain
& it's me that is to blame
I hurted her, yeah I hurted her
though I was sixteen
& she was just five
No no its not right
Oh! God why?
Why you made me white?
A ripple a pool of water found within the wood
A sensual arousal of circles for some
Thirsty creatures bow their heads to quench
And bathe with the depths of natures wetness
Water beetles jet around spiraling as if propelled
By miniature motors of minuscule design
And I being the lonely wanderer watch from afar
The water lilies so sweet in their design roots
Barely touch bottom but leaves big enough
For a frogs bottom to rest beneath the summer sun
And the magical dragonfly of natural neon colors
Lands upon my shoulder to peer at me he being
The analytical soul of nature. I the wanderer wish
We could trade places in an instant and like the
Ripple in the pool create magic that would but for
A minute stir but subside disturb and yet calmly
Dissipate. And who would know but I the wanderer
And the dragonfly. In that instant he startled and
Flew away and whether he perceived my mental
Idea of madness or just got bored I did not see
Him again. Ahh. Another ripple in the pool and a
Splash this was a sun fish jumping quite high arching
Propelling splenderous display of circus de soliel
If that applied to fish. He caught his meal a rather
Large moth devoured instantly. And belly flopped
Back into the pool. Such majestry.
I have died a thousand times but I am not dead yet
I have been buried a hundred times with padlocks hanging around my tomb
sealed off in a golden glass coffin with a sign on top which reads
"Having a long rest don't disturb"
but every time I break the glass and continue on my destined path
I have been cursed a million times but I am not cursed yet
A million daggers has been thrown from different angles at me
But each time ten million angels rushed to protect me
I will live a thousand years more so don't come screaming at my door
I will run a thousand more miles so don't be surprised
Ten million more will woo me but I know for sure that none of them is worthy
So you see none of this mombo jumbo doesn't affect me
But don't be surprised when I wake up from my long deserved rest
and take my rightful place in history
Then the entire world will wake up with me
and celebrate this long-awaited victory.
I am not done yet!