Long Equalize Poems
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Like a tree in spring
we start out as buds
yearning to become leaves.
In summer we flourish
soaking up the sunlight
with absorbing passion.
.
In fall we transform
alienating our brothers
by position, and color.
In winter we equalize
mounds withered, and brown
at the mercy of the wind.
. we
are
prisms
of raw emotion
filled with sadness
sometimes filled with joy
virtually impossible to hold
because we overfill your soul
until you just have to let us go
to equalize and stabilize
yourself once more
How i begin? expression thought delight!
beautiful womb! sacrifice gently smile.
Your pain has too pains, yet ye endure.
little one encircled ye feast.
But silver desires as rainbow awhile,
and ye go at last sure!
Your motherly affection equalize, i sought,
i wearied ye made by love-flesh.
Whenever i fell, ye rich hand hug, my boon gush!
your lullaby in my first anthem, hear this sight.
The way of thorns, ye bearer my injury,
Mamma! ye sublime, my just tears dropping into pouch.
Silky divine before, green memories bloom!
god's gift of the earth, ye symphony.
I beg your holiness in my womb!
your best lessons, i hold a lamp.
Lo! lonely leaves, returned past, my sympathy.
the gold stains, your precious recollection where, my heart gleam!
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.
Hey you guys, why leave your town
To find a bride and settle down?
Take a tip and don’t philander
Somewhere remote like Alexander.
He married a princess called Roxana,
It seems, to make her hill tribes calmer.
To equalize the world by sex
Was a worthy aim subject to checks.
Pneumonia, poison or whatever
The emperor from his wife did sever.
So poor Roxana was alone
Cut off from people, friends and home.
She made her way to Macedonia
There to die not of pneumonia.
She, much sinned against, did sin.
She did in some foes and got done in.
Want to learn more? Surf to ‘Cassander’
And read some books on Alexander.
Before they placed her in a hearse
She pronounced an awesome curse.
‘To conquer my land shall many strive
who ne’er shall leave that land alive’.
I fear this curse still ails her land,
which nought can lift save God's own hand.
Name this land if that you can.
Take this hint. It ends with –stan.
The grain of wheat
dies at Thy command
unconscious of Your being in its shell
turning it to life giving bread
perpetuating it ages without end
nursing it with rain
and sunny smiles
from seed to stalk a golden social plant
bowing its seeded hairy head
in breezy dance with poppy skirts in red
illumed by a ruby sunset veil
with robin breasts singing gratitude
before dark night descends
its blinding veil
to equalize colors' vibrant hues
in resting shades
of noncompeting black
switching lights
of distant trembling lamps
and luminous smile
of vagrant crescent slice
to make of night a little less than death
before awakening to splendor rosy rays
sparkling diamonds on grassy finger hands
that mist to vanish then return to play
hanging water lamps on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat of parched earth
feeding roots and softening seeds to sprout
returning life by feeding
and being fed
and all creation obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave free will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes You call friend
by wordily affairs daily led astray
the banquet ready for repentant heir
all set with such glorious royal splendor
no eyes have seen
nor ears have ever heard
the marvel of such joy beyond the veil
with inner satisfaction of having chosen well
of such Paradise no poet can write
beyond the imagined
only eyes with faith can travel
Expression are never
Exaggerated
They are often
Off the wall
Who's keep you
Over inflated
Does truth equalize
Us all
Best before it
Expires
Limit yourself
Like a fool
Real love obligates
Ones devotion sets
The rule
Ain't tryna run no game
This man likes what he sees
Pushing me away sometimes
Makes me want you more
You go to far when you
Leave me on my knees
Don't have me out their
In need of love getting Grist
Ain't that hard at times
Guess I am the same
Way to
Guess I ain't always
So kind
Say you love me
We can be
All lovey dovey
Let me have my way
To night
Real as real can be
Talking you and me
Baby let me love
You tonight
Ain't what we do
When it's me and you
See I love it when
You turn me on
I like it too
Do what you do
Me and you.
Got a love
Thing going on
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
Many intimates might collapse, we realize,
And direct us to strive solely in this place,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We say he imparted when we survey his space,
Some are eager, friends return as we eulogize,
Angels beset him and herald his embrace,
Many intimates might collapse, we realize.
Adversity is forlorn, no matter how time flies,
A gone friend feels like a limb misplace,
Assigning a friend's loss bond ethical mates,
And direct us to strive solely in this place.
Our chums are silent, yet they've left men race,
They went one step down a path we will equalize,
Enjoying a friend may no more provide solace,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes.
Sadness confines us with infinity-long ties,
Some folk enters our life forbear a long trace,
Of our feelings, causing irreversibly applies,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We can't stop preferring a friend since he dies,
Notably, if he's worthier than anyone, you notice,
Splitting from living pals, anguish amplifies,
When relished life fully and truly, fate may glance.
Written: June 7, 2022
Robin Hood
It was in the time of John
In the days that have long gone
When the plight of right and wrong
A test was set
It took a man of iron will
To battle on until
A nation he would thrill
They’d ne’er forget
For John was all consumed by greed
He over taxed those most in need
Pleas of the peasants wouldn’t heed
How they’d shout
Though against his deep belief
Robin became a famous thief
To muster hope and some relief
For those without
Stepped forward Robin Hood
With his motives understood
He set out to do some good
For the poor
To his side a band of men
Some of sword and some of pen
Gathered round him, planned and then
Evened the score
High adventures, escapades
Among the woods and leafy glades
As Robin led his daring raids
He did surprise
Pouncing on the shallow rich
From every tree and bush and ditch
Relieving them of every stitch
To equalize
When the news to John was brought
He ordered Robin must be caught
Example to the people taught
To keep them bound
Soldiers he sent out in the wood
Blundered about, it was no good
No sight or sound of Robin hood
Was to be found
With a price upon his head
Wanted both alive or dead
Not a clue did one man shed
As to his lair
For all good men could plainly see
Through his selective robbery
It was the way it had to be
To make life fair
For their king old England yearned
And when at last Richard returned
He found a lesson had been learned
Of how to rule
Of your people earn their trust
Let your reign be fair and just
And remember that you must
Ne’er be cruel
Though a saint he’d never be
For he’d robbed to set men free
From the awful tyranny
Of evil John
Still he’s hard not to admire
Whether surf or land-borne squire
To his height try to aspire
Everyone
When he knew that he would die
He shot an arrow through the sky
Where it stuck he wished to lie
Next Sherwood oak
Though the truth may now be faint
And the story old and quaint
He remains a noble saint
To all good folk.
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