Long Enjoyment Poems
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is it possible that i am doing this now
seems like just last lifetime i was eating cold french bread and just as cold lunch buckets in a parking lot
i think i still have the footprints on my chest that still feels cold to the touch
i remember my stomach expressing himself by saying an elongated 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'
i thought about the copper
i thought about the other change
i thought about cookbooks and eating certain food a certain way to display my disbelief
now look at me....opening a suitcase
i am actually packing clothes in it
i am going to the car and putting said suitcase in the trunk of this here car
then i am going back inside....not to pack up my belongings....but to put another bag in the trunk
i am thinking about exits, snacks, coolers, and rest areas
once upon a time it was plasma, water, iron, and protein
i am another little person who has come a long way i guess
then again, little noah is healing from a hernia removal from his groin
hell, after his mother told about his ordeal, again i am humbled
i am moved to praise Him for myself and pray for little noah's full recovery
once again, my mind grows through another one of God's Left Field Lessons....
Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history,
viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/
post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.
Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,
an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress
thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present
male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan
observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone
enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!
L-aughing on your birth
I-s keeping the scowl away;
Z-ealously leave the anger,
A-ugust eighth sunny day.
L-aughing on your birth
A-llows the heart to beat;
R-efraining from frown,
G-rin gives wellness treat.
A-llow your lips to smile
D-uring joyful jubilation;
O-ne laughter lights the hour, bringing brightness to the occasion.
P-ure and perfect pleasure
O-f enjoyment makes rapture;
L-aughing on your birth
I-s erasing lots of pressure.
T-ime to wait for loved ones,
I-nviting them to share the mirth,
C-urious companions and colleagues
C-ome laughing
O-n your birth.
Storm-When Calm Where Came--Who? On- What-Palm-Why!? Yarn How. O beauty is as beauty does how amiable are thy tabernacle
O,Lord of host my soul longeth yea even fainteth for the courts of the Lord
My heart and my flesh continue to cry my flesh crieth continually to my mediator! Between the different worlds.
My Prayer
Behold,O God our Shield Look upon my face from day to day from night to night let me feel your loving presence in the room to understand I understand you will move like a spirit because You are a Straight loving giving good gifts to his children God A Spirit whisper that speaks I am is a Spirit of the Living the God Of Love not hate not the dead and they that worship must worship in Spirit and In truth from earth to the heavens to the sky vast enjoyment and love for our God is Living and so are we surely became a living Soul but the truth to the dirt the waters roar too and all colors too and all strand of our hairs are numbered what! I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord then to dwell in the house are tents of the words Wicked slayers but I do know Evil slays Wicked evil slays the wicked behold our Shield. a Spirit that knows how to love!
Devoid of personal exposure to wondrous Spring
I thank God for His bestowed vicarious experience
via technology’s media encounters
enabling me to testify about its majestic delight.
Among the four providentially-designed seasons
Spring’s the best, asserted by scientific studies:
moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter closet
while granting relaxation against scorching summer angst.
More daylight in the Spring allows much to accomplish
ushering toward opportunities for creative pursuits
opening to outdoor exercise routines…
for natural Vitamin D enjoyment and health investment.
Watching avian influx relieves pressure-pain
birds’ melodious songs bring joy of serenity
beholding baby animals banishes stress…
like bunnies and ducklings frolicking with glee.
As leaves come back, they mitigate urban heat
flowers in bloom vibrantly cheer
growing plants waft freshness
with promise of yields for nutrition glow.
My heart praises God for Spring bliss
though I live in the Tropics, unable to witness such…
sufficed with His love, knowing that He has placed me
where my faith can bloom best, by His grace*.
*1Timothy 1:14 And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.
April 24, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/25/2022.
There is no place where one can roam
where someone’s feet have not yet trod,
no islands we have yet to see,
few new peaks that leave us awed,
no vast prairie to set down in,
few jungles that we’ve not explored,
and yet still in the human heart
is the urge to discover more.
What happens if it is not met
is nothing good, that I can tell,
you must give us a new frontier
before we destroy ourselves.
What of all the ‘crazy’ loners,
who never really could fit in?
They once had places to flee too,
free of all the social sins,
places where they were left alone
to build a life in their own way,
now we just drug and medicate,
try and push them into the fray.
Then we wonder why they go and snap,
where our world is their living hell,
give the loners a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of all the exploring types,
whose nature is always restless,
their minds not able to function
without always asking ‘what’s next?’
One world just isn’t big enough
to keep their energies contained,
and if they do not stay challenged
bad things happen within their brains.
The ‘frontiers of the mind’ might do
to keep them for a short spell,
but if we don’t have a real frontier
they will soon destroy themselves.
Something should be said of men,
and the hard truths inside our minds,
if we’re not building, pushing hard,
there’s no enjoyment in our lives.
Those great masculine powers that
built up our fine society
are not content with their laurels,
we must engage then, constantly.
Without frontier there’s only war,
and we all know that don’t end well,
turn men loose on a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of our species as a whole,
on this small, blue rock in space,
a cosmic shooting gallery
which could so quickly life erase,
if we don’t do it first ourselves,
though so far we’ve ducked that blow,
our fractious nature keeps it near,
so we will need some place to go,
to ensure our story keeps on,
that we never see our death knell,
open the gates on a new frontier
before we all destroy ourselves.
…You know what? Forget you. We’ll do it ourselves.
And, sometimes, you just have to let go and let God.
Whatever God means to you
Whatever higher power you praise, whatever force you can't deny...
Give it to them.
Let.
It.
Go.
And leave it be.
Belief is a powerful thing and faith can move mountains with peaks seemingly to big to see
As for me?
I believe in the universe, spirit, and the sea--
of all that is both within and around me.
Life is confusing, painful, and scary
Existence overall is just plain perplexing
But, when faced with adversity, hardships, and woes, at least from my experience, its better to have some help carrying the load
God.
Or the universe.
Spirit.
Or fate.
Whatever you call it, by whichever name
When you believe in something greater...
It makes living feel less in vain
I am not perfect
Not by any means
I make mistakes with the best of them
But, man, do I still fight
For the life and experience that I know is right
I know it with all my might
And my connection to the Gods up above
My faith in the vastness, the powerful, the unseen...
Only make me fight harder and always empower me
I used to write of darkness, how I felt like I could just waste away
Alone in my misery, just waiting to decay...
I will probably write of this still, cause we all have bad days
But, lately, I feel more joyous
Positive
And brave
With my attempts to reach enlightenment paving the way
I am happy
And I feel more free ever day
I thank the heavens, the light, God, the universe or whatever you'd say
That I am here in this moment
Writing this poem
And simply Succumbing to the noise
The fear
And the pain
Making way for the enjoyment and growth in yet another day
A day in our life’s considered
bleak or bright what’s our outlook?
this mental frame needs a rethink
taking a leaf out of positive book
Filling our minds with brightness
looking and hoping to overcome
fill yourself with spirit of faith
for only you can beat your drum
Never fall to the pessimistic hook
make sure you escape it’s hold
follow on and enjoy the day
don’t allow it to form it’s mould
The day is to be appreciated
life’s fill of enjoyment
not to be looking cast down
consider it opportune appointment
(‘I do not consider myself dying of cancer but living despite it. I do not look upon each day as another day closer to death but as another day of life to be appreciated and enjoyed’ - Orville Kelly, founder of ‘make today count’.)
Emotions to the situations
Caused most to frown.
Happy
Ecstatic
We wished she'd been sad
Might our preprepared conversation
Would hold.
We didn't approve of him
Said the women in this gossip circle
She wished the woman would leave
him and find a new, such would benefit
These woman as some wished to move
And do different things her malefacter
Jived with what they wanted and remaining
Friends with her meant they had to keep
Deceiving this man might he more ambitious
He saw what she was doing as mean and
Unkind, they would give advice on how to
Get things done, his limited money limited
there recreation and enjoyment.
Anew would understand through story
It would be a book of obligate to the concerment
Of there togetherness.
Plus as an ex he is conditioned to understand
Her need and would probably be a better friend
than her lover.
Excepting the fact of separation less complicates
the divide one spoke
Your eagerness to be successful in love comes
knowing you can do without all that unwillingness
to keep you centered.
A woman needs to be the full compass in a
Relationship.
Both the trebleclef and bass clef needs to coinside
For everything to groove
Get the band tuned and we can jam,
dancing all night doing the things you love to do
(Were they talking in an exemplum?
To the Doubt of Others
THE CUTTING EDGE*
salt and salt assault
their wrists can’t resist
the attack, the zip
their skates sizzle
on the salty ice
sniffervescent**
cold and fresh
unresistant
chained back to back
in escapades
hearts a-beating
threatening to give them away
so they turn
a-way and away
‘til an I love you
is dropped onto the ice
like a lady’s lacy handkerchief
the olympians trace
a myriad of hearts
on the transparent rink
the rush of applause
the comeuppance of audience*** —
loves pink-glazed cheeks
4/30/2021
*The Cutting Edge - 1992 Movie tribute
**Sniffervescent - The effervescence of sniffing the ice,
the enjoyment of being on the ice
***comeuppance - I’ve used here as a reversal of its original meaning -
the crowd comes to its feet, instead of penalty, a reward.