Long Eventualities Poems
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This poem is about our inability to avoid eventualities. The sooner we can accept them, the sooner we can prepare for them. In the darkness is where the light will be revealed.
You were born, and like it or not, you're going to die
don't claim to be human, if you lack the capacity to cry
by wasting time, this precious of commodities goes lost
only as life comes to an end, you understanding its cost
A poem with a vision, control the fear, make a decision
when surrounded by doubt, you anticipate the collision
by coming face to face, you're forced into a confrontation
always finding yourself rushed by others, your frustration
That light at the end of the tunnel, thinking where it can be
but more often than not, a mirage is all that you really see
trying to transform reality, but life is only a merry-go-round
until you meet your soul, then existence becomes profound
This world is about foreseeing eventualities, that's where we're all headed
whether for good or bad, the choices we make will forever be embedded
no secrets exist in the world above, and much depends on just what we do
so look forward in making the right decisions, and those merits they accrue
How deceptive we humans are, passively content with maintaining our status
until we're put to the challenge, and in need of all that emotional apparatus
there's simply no escape, so we must face the music, learn to accept reality
our ultimate demise has already been decided, death is an absolute formality
So live for the present, and focus on the good waiting for you on the road ahead
while never forgetting, there's plan and purpose in all the good that you spread
rejoice in life and in all the good that you do, as your Creator awaits your return
destined to find true happiness, a happiness that only yearning souls can discern
Arguing about-
anything/everything—
Debating with her-
imaginations—
carelessly/freely...
Opinions about-
everything/anything—
Insisting-on-convictions
unreasonably/freely...
Together with
whom-that-she-is
Totally—unlike-the-Trend;
Almost;
Not a Girl
Any Longer—
Never;
encounters-eventualities
Nabbing
what-all-of-that-she
demands...
Always;
discovering-deliberation
Acquiring-her-necessities...
Besides
who-she-decides-to-be
Incomparable—
to-that-still-Image;
Almost
Likely;
Not a Girl
Any Longer—
Though;
her-feeling-are
widely-well-known
Still—
has-never-let
herself-to-love;
Lover—
last-thing-that-she-will-ever—
welcome—
No desire—
indulging-anyone—lusting-her...
Not-to-mention
but-who-she-is,
Flakier—
than-most-the
Fantasies—
Likely;
Not a Girl
Any Longer—
Although;
her life, buries no secrets—
Still has never, shared her soul;
Soulmate—
last thing she wants to invite;
No desire—
trusting anyone—coveting her...
Along with whom she is;
Differing—from the Dreams—
Most
likely;
Not a Girl,
Any Longer—
Self–denigrating herself,
yet again—
On her own;
accepted life for granted,
but again—
Off she embarks;
recognizing herself,
all over but again—
Never;
scrutinize—discourse,
with ever again—
Transfigured
unrecognizable
Unknown—complete stranger—
Not ever a...
Girl...Anymore...
Intricately planned, all eventualities covered
No more excuses, thickly buttered
When darkess falls, She'll be rid of the pain
After everything, she'll never see him again.
Lie after lie, empty promises, fuelled with deception
destruction, humiliation untold dejection
No more pushing, no more bloody punches
She's found the truth to all those founded hunches
Now he'll pay for the damage that lies deep
that made her crumble to the bottom of the heap
but now she's strong, now she's vexed
Now she knows what's coming next
Conversation overheard, etched the plan
to rid her of that demon man
In shadows she follows
surreptitiously in the hollows
inviolable now with evil as her guide
love and protection, for so long denied
made her turn to satan's side
She with equanimity, her mind on avaunce
Primed for the deed, she knows her sentence
He's to late to beg for his repentance
He's unaware of the death knell
Moonlight casts a lurid luminence, a black magic spell
His last tryst once more under the bridge, lit his cigarette
Like an apparition before him, his face she wouldn't forget
Stupified, eyes open wide
who would speak for him Jekyll or Hyde
just about to say !
but he didn't have a chance
She blasted him away!
Form:
Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
A wise man foresees eventualities, and prepares himself in advance
while the fool pushes things off to tomorrow, and relies on chance
wisdom dictates that we should recognize, our years in this world are few
no man knows the day of his death, nor takes advantage, of his life to review
The soul, a piece of your eternity in a physical being, to you has been given
challenged by the tests in this world, for good or for bad, will your soul be driven
against your will were you created, and against your will are you forced to choose
alone you have the fortitude to win, or accept the consequences if you lose
Standing tall and full of faith, you decide to give it your best shot
you change your life for good giving up much, and never forgot
the truth is of great value to you, because you acted upon it when you knew
only what you have succeeded to overcome, in the end will belong to you
We've come a long way... Remember: You are not alone. You are safe and protected. You are loved and cared for. You are worthy. You are blessed. Take care and stay safe.
Memories from 2020:
This poem / these lyrics can be viewed as being words from a higher power, like God, or a loved one. Whatever you believe, know that you are not alone and that there is someone there for you, always. Reach out and connect if you need help or someone to talk to. Stay safe. Be well. Blessings and best wishes. Hugs.
I am here for you
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2020
I am here for you -
Whatever you need, or
Wherever you go;
I am here for you,
And those words
Aren't for show.
I am your strength
When you feel like you
Can't carry on;
I am your rock,
To cling to or stand on.
I will save you from
Life's stormy seas,
And help you build
Bridges to
New eventualities.
I am here for you -
Come night or day,
Rain or sunshine;
I am here for you;
I'll make you feel
Free and fine.
I am here for you -
Please know it in
Your soul;
I am here for you;
Here to help make you
Whole.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Our Final Dance with Death
One way or another in this life each of us shall end up,
In that final dance of our life—that dance with Death.
Some shall experience this dance routine earlier in life,
Whilst others shall follow later in the course of a life’s run.
Hope, faith, courage, and a spirit of love may help each of us
To cope with the expected final eventualities from this dance.
It’s oft easier to wax philosophically about someone else’s
Circumstances with Death’s spectre rather than our very own.
Ultimately, one’s faith in Almighty God is the eternal power
Far beyond our death that beckons all of us to His Kingdom.
And so, this final dance with Death is our transition from the
Mortal Coil as our souls ascend skyward into God’s Kingdom.
Deus est qui regit omnia—and we are one with Him in the end.
Deus miseratur, Deus vobiscum—Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 12, 2018 (Couplet)
The hypnotic thrum of the wheels
Drumming smoothly along the tracks
Inside the early morning hush
Broken by the rare stifled cough
The casual rustling of a newspaper
And the whisper of sporadic conversation.
A body slumped against the window
Business papers being scanned
Earpieces inviting oblivion to the outside world
Anxious glances thrown at watches.
The driver whistles quietly to himself
Glad that soon his shift will be over
Trees ,bushes,houses and bridges
Slide past,silent observers of the passing scene.
What is that?He stiffens
The crucifixion shape on the parapet
The manual did spell out such eventualities.
Uselessly he slams on the brakes
He glimpses the inward looking eyes
The body glances off the windscreen
The brakes screech and squeal
And the acrid stench of burning flesh fills the air.
The sickening jolt throws
Everyone awake.
Time grinds to a halt.
Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly
Ponderings
As life moves along its continuum
As reflection of the past becomes an increasing occurrence
As the sun rises and sets each day as before
When the hours pass just like they always have
When one day leads into the next
When time seems to be fleeting
What do we think about
What do we do to pre-occupy our minds with
What can we do to prepare for life’s eventualities
How do we justify our being
How do we look at how our life unfolded
How do we move on from here
Why, why now
Why the process and the journey
Why me
Into the abyss we move
Deeper and deeper into our own sole journey
To be remembered or forgotten
That is the question to pondered this day
Andreas Simic©