Long Feeling Poems
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Barricaded inside your
apartment, you cringe in fear.
And claiming sanctuary,
count your blessings tear by tear.
When hate paints the hood in blood,
bullets rip through shields of lies.
And you're left feeling frightened;
for somebody always dies.
You hide from the truth behind
locked doors; deadbolts in place.
And pride quickly disappears,
vanishing without a trace.
Outside your curtains, drawn tight,
used condoms litter the park.
And addicts leave shared needles,
for gangs and pimps own the dark.
A symptom of poverty,
crime takes over your city.
And attitudes have to change,
but change needs more than pity.
When sin entered Lucifer’s heart,
the war against God he did start.
Why should angels be ruled by law
when in them could be found no flaw?
Satan offered a lawless realm
If they would help him take the helm.
A third of the angels took the bait
and were thrown out of heaven’s gate.
Against God’s Law, Old Satan fought
when through the serpent, sin he wrought.
He offered Eve a life of ease,
“Despise God’s law, do as you please.”
“Do as thou wilt, free from all guilt.”
is the creed on which Satan built
his rebel kingdom here below
as he walks on earth to and fro.
In schools today children are taught,
to rid their mind from thoughts of ought.
Follow your heart the youth are told
do as you please, be brave and bold.
Popular songs promote this creed
and Hollywood stars plant the seed.
Aleister Crowley’s evil books
guide what the industry cooks.
Sin has defiled the human heart,
So, man is doomed right from the start.
Trusting your heart can’t make you glad
but it will leave you very sad.
Satan offers freedom without law,
but that’s freedom with a flaw.
It leads to slavery to sin
and leaves you feeling hollow within.
God’s laws are like a strong guardrail,
that keeps your life from being marred.
They help to keep your life in check
So, you don’t make your life a wreck.
Don’t buy the lie that you are told,
no matter by whom it is sold.
The mess the world is in today,
is caused by living Satan’s way.
Adam and Eve learned the hard way
that disobedience does not pay.
They bought the lie and lost it all
and hid when God for them did call.
If you desire to be free,
return to God and bend your knee.
Ask Him to cleanse you from your sin
He’ll give peace and joy within.
The reason I can’t use drugs,
Is because even when sober,
I find reality,
So unrecognizable from fantasy.
Unprovoked, your image emerges,
That light beam of a smile,
A face I can’t stop staring at,
Even when I’m kissing it.
I’m really not one to lust (lies),
But I hope for a feeling more meaningful,
Still, WOW! What a sweet small of a back,
My hands are forever grateful.
I am writing this, really, because I feel stuck,
Because attempting to move deeper,
Is a gamble with luck,
It's a contest with option A who hovers around you af.
It's a demanding of affection,
An admittance to needing your attention,
A hoping to adhered expectation,
And disgustingly open communication.
I can’t have that,
I was gonna be a bad this year,
As red as I wanted to get this month,
I'm saving my tear.
If your down on life
And you're feeling low
And things just seem so gad
Just remember...
Try to let things go
Don't want to know that you've gone sad
These times
Might seem a little crazy
God, I know I've been there too
Just remember...
The sun will shine tomorrow
And paint the grey clouds, skies of blue
Brighter days soon will follow
They always do
In time you'll see
Just remember...
No matter the reason why
That some things were just meant to be
So, I'll leave you words
Hope to cheer you up
In times when you're in strife
Just remember...
That things will get better
And there's much more to live for- In life
I have to admit that I'm not quite sure
Why I write poetry --Just what is the lure
But here's a stumbling stab at an explanation
An attempt to plumb the fascination:
To capture a moment, a feeling, a scene
In a magical form, pure and pristine
Be it a snowfall, a cloudburst or kiss
The thrill of getting it right is one not to miss
So there it is: It's exciting! It's a thrill!
Comparable to that of an adventurer who will
Climb Mount Everest 'just because it's there'
Or venture deep into the jungle on a friend's dare
Because there's an adrenaline rush, a feeling quite giddy
"Hurray! I've created something romantic, or uniquely witty."
So, is there something wrong with that? Something amiss?
Au contraire! To deny oneself the pleasure would be a great pity!
When I think of you,
I miss you in waves—
Memories drift of those first days,
When we talked and talked for hours on end,
You sparked a fire, my long-lost friend.
Like a flame, it grew, strong and bright,
With every word, with every night.
And when you came over, that was my prayer,
The one I waited for, always there.
Like a child, I’d wait by the phone,
Falling slowly, then sinking alone.
Until I was drowning, consumed by your light,
Happy to sink in that feeling so right.
But I held too tight, I couldn’t let go,
Hurt you so deeply, didn’t even know
How fast it would happen, how quick I would fall,
Losing you suddenly—now gone from it all.
Yet feelings resurface, they don’t seem to die,
I long for your touch, and I wonder why
The laughs we once shared made me feel so alive,
And your love was the air that helped me survive.
You might think I didn’t love you at all,
Because of the hurt, because of the fall.
But my love consumed every part of my soul,
If I could take back my mistakes, make us whole…
Yet I know you wouldn’t, and it’s too late to mend,
The pain still lingers, like it won’t end.
You’ve moved on, I’ve tried my best too,
But my thoughts still circle right back to you.
When we talk, it feels the same,
But when the call ends, I’m lost in the flame.
Back to square one, wondering what’s true,
And I still don’t know what to do.
Me: "Have you ever pondered the shadows of why you exist?"
Shadow: Because you wanted a friend who was not a gist?
Me: I value your bond while aiming to be alone.
Shadow: Yes, I hope you'd agree, you lack a hand sans bone?
Me: You responded, but it was needless.
Shadow: You wanted to vent without feeling helpless.
Me: You appear most vivid in direct sunlight.
Shadow: Yes, I believe that when I am having the most delight.
Me: You were in a never-ending need to talk.
Shadow: You didn't stop going because you would walk.
Me: When it's dark outside, I truly miss you.
Shadow: It's when I'm with you the most. All is dark and true.
Me: So many thoughts for this pondering ear.
Shadow: But I'm only a shadow that can't even hear.
Me: After barring my soul, I awaited a reply.
Shadow: Again, I'm a shadow, so I can't say for sure why.
Me: It is difficult to be on your own in this world.
Shadow: Yet, in your company, I feel safe in my household.
Written: November 18, 2022
Dialogue Proficiency Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
I stood with my head down as the coffin lowered,
grandma had lived a long life to 94 years:
she is the reason that I am a writer,
always encouraging me to pickup a pen,
("write it dear, write it for the world to read.")
So, I let my painful words drip as blood on white;
well, grandma my words still pour because of you !
But, I was feeling sad, lost and alone,
as I watched that coffin being lowered into the earth:
this was the last person who loved me totally,
and I was a balloon floating endlessly in the sky;
I had no anchor, no safe harbor, I was all alone,
with no mentor, no guiding light to shine the way,
my wings broken and falling out- fluttering away !
I have a sister that I never see and rarely do we speak,
two brothers who never call me;
all living in other cities- distance divides us,
but the ones who truly loved me are gone,
my sister, my dad, my mom, my husband;
all aunties and uncles and others on both sides gone,
and my baby boy- names engraved in stone,
I often travel that cemetery path to their eternal stone !
So, what remains when all love is forever buried,
well, after grandma left and I realized I was alone:
I went through a period of hiding away,
I had to do some deep heart searching,
the first thing was a need to get rid of some people,
people in my life who meant nothing to me;
who added nothing- it was time to clean my house !
And what remained were my best and true friends,
I love that feeling- then, I took inventory:
of what I had in this life that meant something to me,
well, poetry, it has always been part of me,
and hobbies like sketching, gardening- my home, my cat;
and my need for being part of nature and daily hiking !
I means a lot to go on hikes with my best friend Joan,
oh, we have journeyed far, seen so much, taken photos:
shared stories as we walked along the winding paths
she is a sister to me, knows me better than my own;
father taught me nature, mother- strength and courage,
grandma the gift of the pen, friends taught me love !
What else do I need !
She moved like no other two-legged creature.
The wolves kept their howls on reserve, watching.
She was stealthy, determined, made her way quickly.
Reeds and grasses whispered her name in low breaths.
It is the Goddess Diana, a cattail shared with Luna moth.
Luna moth had never seen such a beauty; she was exquisite.
Daughter of Jupiter, oak said to acorn. Acorn agreed to be stepped on.
Diana stepped around instead, careful to nurture nature’s smallest.
Mushroom fairies came out to dance in the moon light,
Feeling safe now that Artemis had arrived; Greek roots you know.
We call her Diana, elves and brownies said. Name did not matter.
She was patron saint of hunting, moon, nature and fertility,
And she was magnificent!
Ripples
by Edmund Siejka
In the dim twilight
He searched the lake
Amazed by its size
And strength.
Standing
Motionless
An easterly wind suddenly came up
Gusting across the lake
Pushing ripples toward the shore.
Running his hand over his short-cropped hair
He let his eyes drift
To the grayish horizon
As he did, he felt a sense of anger and frustration
Something about this scene
Seemed odd, even distracting
And yet in a disturbing way he felt somehow grateful for it.
The lake
Was his wife’s favorite place
The brief newspaper article
Announcing her death
Only mentioned complications after a brief illness
But provided little details.
Wasn’t her life more than that?
A wife, a mother, a friend, a good neighbor
Three children
And the only person he confided in.
Feeling guilty
He left the lake area.
Stopping to look back
He imagined she was still out there
Standing by the lake’s edge
Waiting for the wind
To skim across its smooth surface
Pushing ripples toward the shore.
He seemed to think about it for a moment
Then a faint smile crossed his lips
Remembering how she would throw stones
Into the farthest part of the lake
Making each pebble
A wish for her children.