Long Drys Poems
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R- richness beauty,
prevails;
I- in love, we are, have we;
C- charisma n' sass', *yes we
do*, pon dis:
H- holy ground, before The
A- almighty grace, of family n'
friends, where peace n' unity;
R- realms, united tightly,
bonded, you and I;
D- deliverance silently,,,
A- another world~ring,
promised, aloud;
N- never to be darkened by,
D- darkness knights dawn...
C- cometh unto thy sun~Rae's;
A- alliance steeled skies, pure
n'
R- righteous colour to;
M- mend, heal, stir,
abundantly;
A- amen......
P- praise wise prayer;
A- and GOD will carefully,
L- listen; weary,
M- mercifully, cleansed,
weeping rain, drys;
E- externally,
R- rising us in sickness n'
health as:
F- faith and wisdom, stand
stone~rock solid, to cherry,
O- one another always perched,
proudly overcooled all
pathways; turned or unturned,
R- revived triumph waterfalls;
tear,
E- everlasting peak,
V- victoriously, we see, we
speak, wisely owl;and
E- entry Law,
R- ripely in strength,in love,
heart n' soul, ahhhhhhhhh "di
hell wid it," we juss suh, " Mi
GuN~ShoT, WED~LOCK;" fi
life, "Dem Gaza weh....#1
[PROPERTY OWNED] No
trespass, or a murdda yuh
dub~step in Holy
matrimony......
All Rights Reserved
Carma Reed
05-08-13
Nothing refreshes me more
than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall.
Like avatar of baby's breath
and droplet of anti-death.
Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt,
soft chew squirter of mint gone ejaculated shoot.
Starburst squint-inserts,
what is meant in keidoscope of photons,
wet emoticons
of teasing turning on
lightened bent.
In the cradle of nature, where whispers collide,
in a spectral dance of droplets,
where shadows reside, -
in terracotta edges needling in cool trace
lemoned wedges- of quench, to taste.
Each shimmer a memory, each splash leaves
its intent on cool poker face.
A breath of renewal,
like springtime's first bloom s ensual,
the sweetness of peppermint, fresh as a sigh,
spitting as it spake.
Pops in my eye.
Each drop a connection, dispelling all gloom, and refocusing direction in swan lake swoon-
terraforming the deserted crys.Tall in spirit
to become, comfortably succumb.
A reminder that life is a canvas to fly, trapped in beams
of moon, before the ink drys.
The shimmer it ignites- in the heart of its flow,
a gem facet to contemplate amongst us-under growth.
A kaleidoscope woven of dreams in the light, the dew of elated snows.
Wet emoticons glisten, a soft, vibrant sea aglow, transparency of purpose-
in a symphony of repose?
Repurposed-reproposed-
In the dance of the waters, I bask and I soar, aloft.
As the world fades away, I am wrapped in this peace, tucked away in it's soft croft,
willow-wisped pillowed crotch.
The waterfall’s whisper—a promise of more,
to adore
of
serenity's waters of life,
evermore.
Not till the last forest’s flattened on earth,
The last few drops drip down no more nor leak,
Till crawling deserts daunt, the lands look bleak,
The last river’s all bare from very birth,
And last well on Earth's barren breast drys out,
Man’s greed gets never gratified in full,
Till stark nude earth’s all left there’s for this fool,
Humanity hangs in despair-filled doubt.
He stares still— Nature hanging on last thread,
The will of Mother Earth all but wilted,
Most of world’s precious snow all nigh melted,
And coastal seas advance with unknown dread.
What next? Till tortured Earth’s barren like Moon,
I doubt still, man gets wise any time soon.
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Sonnets |01.01.2010, revised June 2023|
He squats the entire day,
extending his empty cup.
Cold sweat oozing from the pores
of his slack bristly white face,
yet he crouched spiritless,
hoping for kindness to tumble.
Desire split his dry lips,
but he stoops without a murmur,
parting the busy shoppers,
roaming up and down the Plaza.
He makes rhythm with his cup,
a somber rhythm that plunges into the ground.
People pass by in a rush and ignore his plea.
Without warning a weight, falls upon his head,
and he collapses to the ground.
His weary eyelids stop throbbing,
the sweat drys up ,
and mercy plunges desperately
into his cup, but poverty stares.
©2013 Christine Phillips
I sweat when I’m nervous,
Its my trait,
Not by choice,
Anxious,
My fate.
When I’m first to show,
Last or out smarted,
Just the thought of being anxious,
Means that it’s started
Sweats come,
Mouth drys,
Run away,
Want to cry,
Mop my brow,
How,
No tissue,
Big issue,
Some one speaks so I have to react,
Retract,
Will they see me sweat,
Think I’m weird,
It’s everything I’ve ever feared.
Deep breaths,
Need to stop muttering,
Eyes wide,
Don’t start stuttering,
Sweaty pits,
Can you see,
Please no,
Why me,
Wrong colour shirt,
Feel hurt.
Make an excuse,
Need to leave,
Reprieve,
Could say somethings happened,
Terribly bad,
Play the part,
Look sad.
Say I’m unwell,
They’ll think I’m mad,
They don’t know me,
My bad,
My life
My struggle
Too many feelings to juggle.
Moan,
Feel so alone - in this crowd
Why am I here,
Fear
Maybe it’s too soon
Too loud.
Deep breath - stay calm,
Happy thoughts,
Sweaty palms,
Run away,
I must not,
...............
I’m only at the bus stop.
The earth is the only thing helping us to continue to naturally survive
Yet we keep on developing it and say life will get better over time
When are we just going to learn to live with earth so nature can naturally thrive
Every time a tree gets cut down or a animal shot I can hear the earth cry
We are the only species that kills out of context and then still have the audacity to say we are wise
Open up your eyes
Look at all the destruction we are feeding as it continues to rise
We have all played a part because we are waiting for some sort of prize
Then being fed like vultures, invisible drug with endless supply
But when the water drys
And all the trees have died
And all the animals have said their goodbyes
We will have no one, NO ONE to blame but ourselves, look at your own monster in the mirror with your own two eyes
If you have the abilty to see, reflect and analyze
Oh wait, lets get a close up so we can advertise
And put it on the TV, so we can continue to buy
As I walk through this life in history,
I live.
You may not like my lifestyle,
Still, I live.
You look at me with a beam in your eyes,
Trying to take a straw out of mines,
My straw is a single dried stalk of gain,
Your beam is loaded down from the seam.
Will you look at yourself
Before anyone else?
Will you search your heart
Take it apart
Not allowing the rod of life to be your start?
Why would you want to see me broken,
With the words, you have spoken?
Still, I live.
You shoot me down with your words,
Your eyes cut me like a razor blade,
You may try to kill me
With your rage,
But still, I live.
As I leave the night of terror behind
You will find, still, I live.
As the sun rises in the morning
And frost drys from its rays,
I live, I live, I live
Because God gave me life
And the life I live, He gave me more abundantly.
I live, I live, I live!
Time mends the broken heart; a timeless feat.
Time drys the eyes that once, could only weep.
Life’s highs and lows; a harmonizing beat.
A soulful hymn; time’s echo buried deep.
The truth of time; lies within a moment.
By eternity; will Death be survived?
Death kindly stops for all; life’s atonement.
If death may die, will all lost have arrived?
Decide what’s worthy; hold it in regard.
Live every moment like it’s a lifetime.
Pass on a legacy none would discard.
Forge memories to test the test of time.
Not a moment to waste; don’t hesitate!
Dig deep into your core; self-excavate!
Steel cold, rough hands lay slack.
Pull it taut while gripping the back.
Getting it apart takes a lot of force.
Days pass, and so strain, as a horse.
Gather up inside of a ductility test.
If the wire grows warm, it drys best.
Yield point stretched wire snaps.
A coil cobra rests as tension gaps.
The soliloquy, alike waves, is broken.
Left behind a rid-sailing, in boat oaken.
Breasts shift in a way to hold in place.
It is crookedness for leisure to misplace.
Thrown and shoved the other way.
Yet, no pang was felt; only grit lay.
Not adorn the sting of flatness to feel.
As her skin likely burns from the ordeal.
Written: May 09, 2023
They slip by like drops of water
hardly noticed after the puddle drys
They seem so unconcerned
Those fleeting moments of time
Brides are given in Marriage Cities are built at a rapid pace
Bright lights add to the splendor
Business deals are brokered in hast
That, once so freshly painted
With time falls away to ruin
Imbers, dying from the beginning. From the fleeting years that burn
The clock ticks off the seconds
Minutes disappear through the glass
The hands of time strikes the hour
And moments add to the past
It’s the days that make life fragile,
How fast the years fall in line
They say that time heals all who hurt
That love is stronger than time
The sands of time runs out
leaving only memories behind
Pointing its weathered finger to Jesus
He defeats the moments of time