Long Disturbs Poems

Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches...

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Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These mighty Titans, dispatched – brilliant, glowing -
ruled, controlled the blueness...

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Visual surroundings-
Some of it are monotonous -
Tiring are Some of it sometimes-
Maybe traditional scenes
Unknowingly builds the pinnacle -
Of the dreamless minaret.

Or-
Talk about rubbish
That rains incessantly
Disturbs the Subconscious.


Rather in the darkness of decade
Or-
It can be seen...

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Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets")
by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
i who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness
and enfeebled with infirmity ...
how the...

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The title,
How the West Came to Rule,
disturbs me enough to continue reading,
like wanting to escape a nightmare
but too fear frozen with why it could never truly end well
to stop dreaming.
In this case,
is to stop reading.

I'm...

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Love is a catastrophe, a bittersweet madness, a wild affliction that invades your soul,
Disturbs your peace, devastates your routine, transforming you into a shadow of what you once were,
Each moment under its spell an odyssey...

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Casualties of the aftermath...A Terrorist message, "Not in words"
We 'will' be continually eliminated.  Humans nature; Consistent
Disturbs!    
Why are we a target?    Propaganda...Can deceive
What is it, they 'really' want?...

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Light pours out across the hills,
Destroying the darkness
With its reflections and sparks
Crystal clear, glistening
Through the doubts and confusion,
Awakening the silent yearnings,
Hopes lost in the past,
Dreams that you thought wouldn’t last

Light disturbs the secrets, silent
Amid the...

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A tale told by trees, rooted
in the things that yearn
far from sight and light of day
deep within the earth…
Wisdom, cautious, heeds -
woe befalls one who disturbs
a tale told by trees.

Long ere innocence was lost,
drinking deep...

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Search my heart and see what you can find, search my heart and meet with the divine, I have been locked up in this cold secluded place for many years, waiting on the sun to...

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It’s an all too common mistake these days,
this belief society can ‘progress,’
that with the right laws and the right teachers
we can go beyond ‘better’ and even ‘best.’

This thought that humans can somehow be made
to improve...

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All those who chatter behind my back only confirm that I'm moving forward.
I don’t slow down—
their criticism, their slander is my fuel.
Disguised applause
from those who never had the guts to walk in my place.
They have...

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Spiritualism,
What do you know about it?
Worshipping or prayering a God,
Or willing to share, 
A power for touching to realise only,
But nothing to clarify,
The power,
That is touching dreams,
Is it actual power of God?
Or a Devil control,
Is...

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' The  Survival  of  The Fittest '
 (The Holy Bible)


(2 Tim. 3: 16, 17/ Matt. 4: 4)


Down Thru The Ages of Our Histories
The Survivor Stands Thru Time, Victoriously
The Survivor Stands Triumphant Over...

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Dear Poetry Soup friends,

I am a born again Christian and follower of Jesus Christ. If you have not taken the time to learn of the love of the Creator, Jesus Christ, it is a good...

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My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,
fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,
as bitter tears from hazel eyes reduce the stone to sand.

Dim shadows cast by candles flit across the haunted room,
beleaguer apparitions,...

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Under the delicate veil of reality, unseen worlds weave webs of mystery,
There, beneath the clear surface, lie extinguished universes, full of hidden stories.
I floated like a child in a dream, feeling the call of these...

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The guards patrolled the Chinese wall
As they did every day
They did not pay much attention
Seems to be the usual way

A clink disturbs ones peaceful stroll
A three armed hook appears
Catches on the parapet
With one of its...

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Occupied by the crowd of fair-weather friends,
which i suppose had become today's trend,
i realized that how solitary i am?
just asking for a shed,can anyone lend?
I can't demonstrate my emotions in the mob,
keeping them inside, my...

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I'm walking on thin ice
Echoes of affliction disturbs my slumber
Reverberating through my ears...why should I pay the price? 
I'm praying for their lives to be rescued...from the predator

Let me be the living sacrifice...

I'm losing my...

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"Great Sculptor!
In your presence I am,
With my forehead
Touching the ground.
I am here
With entreaties
You alone can bear."
"Pour them at my feet.
But do not forget
It's ripe corns only
That I hang on my eaves."
"My legs, Great Sculptor,
They are...

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We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know...

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The bridge is long, the lake is wide,
the trees are bare, they’ve lost their pride.

and so it goes, as Winter shows its face,
the bears asleep, deep in some hidden place.

snowmen stand tall, in neighbor’s yards,
inside,...

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Mother gives birth to them
Earth gives food, shelter
Mother, earth both are same
Important ever and ever,

A little, they respect mother
Much disrespect the earth
Its animals, trees, water, air
They need, eat, drink, breathe,

They take them opponent
Like snakes, bears,...

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by Andrew Crisci  
 

Bitter tears drip from my red pupils like incandescent, hot lava
erupting from a volcano to appease the urges of weeping; 
and do I mourn for myself, or for the poor,...

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