Long Feels Poems
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Who wants to be the last mammal on the earth
the last un-guineade pig still capable of giving birth
who wants to be the last bug to survive and breathe
the ultimate being who still feels enough to grieve
Who wants to join the solitary jail of don't do it
be the only human who does not contain alien fluid
who is fearless enough and sure enough to know
if the world will end , of if the world will grow
Who braves it these days who loses their nerve
Scientists, Mystics, which will flatten the curve
Them with their needles, and us with our Faith
will we explode like red jam, or open the Gate
Who gives a dam and who doesn't give a care
do we hold our breath or do we take in air
who will be humanoid, and who will be toyed
was it an asteroid, that we could not avoid ?
Who wants to be the last mammal , WHO?
Who wants to live forever, WHO ?
TRANSFORMATION
Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be
Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man
Yet now, scrambling from these sheets
In the morning light, I look down to see
That I have short white fur all over me
But although so fast, my heart still beats
Twitching whiskers were never the plan
And two big pink ears, can this be Disney
What could have happened since last night
A big transformation, not of my choosing
Well, small actually, as I am a tiny mouse
It will be a different existence from today
Maybe find a crevice or hole to hide away
I’ll have to run now and explore this house
Is this what my mind feels like when losing
Perhaps I’ll meet others with similar plight
I never liked cheese, but it’s different now
Avoiding those sprung traps I used to place
Gone are expectations of joining the team
I will lose it if someone should call me cute
And no more struggling to get into that suit
Or going to the gym and blowing off steam
Scurrying around is a different kind of race
I’ll try to adapt quickly, but don’t know how
My muse, my friend, like you, I'm a dreamer,
treading upon the fickle path of fate;
tending to the scars, time left on my soul.
Memories have me looking inward,
writing poems to console my loneliness,
lamenting how rainy day blues have levied their toll.
You've shown me the beauty of morning dew,
and the surreal, unfathomable reverie
of dreamy places, and had me flying with the birds.
Sometimes, it feels like I'm walking on broken glass,
or drowning in a bottomless sea:
till I hear you whisper encouraging words.
Citing the beauty of life and the inevitability of death,
you taught me that grief is love with nowhere to go,
and made me one with the spirits in the sky.
Saturated in solitude, there is a dream place,
filled with ebon veins of old thoughts;
where childhood memories still make me cry.
You, like me, are a poet born from grief;
broken into a thousand beautiful pieces,
trusting that time will numb our pain.
And collecting all the pieces to life's puzzle;
I swim against an undercurrent of melancholy,
only to find that hope starts to flounder, once again.
C-heerful regard and wish
H-ave brought pure delight;
E-xciting warm messages
R-eplace the cold dark night.
R-egard and wish are cheerful, creating endless ecstasy;
Y-our heart feels so glad, giving your life time to be happy.
M-irthful regard and wish are sent,
A-ugust nineteenth day;
D-arkness has disappeared,
R-ain and chill drift away.
I-n the sky up above,
D-awn has just broken;
A-mount of joy is large,
N-ew morn breaks in the
O-pen.
A-mazing place of rapture,
Z-one of sheer satisfaction;
O-ne big birthday bash
T-hat brings jubilation.
E-uphoria of the occasion makes the sadness vanish;
A-llowing your life to receive cheerful regard and wish.
You didn’t reply to my message of apology?
That’s fine, because I know I was late in saying sorry.
Because I was never bothered about that side of me,
Which evolved unexpectedly & I thought, “Let it be!”
It forced me to say those things I never wanted to speak,
Just trust me one last time, because, without you I’m extremely weak.
I admit, my actions towards you were totally a crime!
I guess it’s because, I was totally disoriented at that time.
All I need is you trusting me once again,
I swear I’ll not shatter your heart again.
Please don’t be harsh with me,
My heart feels guilty & I’m sure that’s something your soul can also see.
Baby just give me a chance,
You’ll surely notice a significant improvement in me at first glance.
Waiting for your reply…
Please don’t end our relation with a “Goodbye”,
Because without you, I would just die!
Live to work or work to live?
C’mon, let’s get this over with
The money’s stashed in the couch near the TV
Let’s get going on the only ride that’s free
Don’t believe that old thing they say
That ya gotta play fair, that you have to pay
I’ve figured out a way to get it beat:
Use stealth and speed on the only ride that’s free
It’s a long day's journey into night
Past nine circles thru that hellish light
And if you make it out all right, come and see me
I got passes for the only ride that’s free
The vanity, fair; the lust, so pure
The greed that’s bolting out the door
Don’t be slow, and watch out for gluttony
Nobody feels wrath on the only ride that’s free
Nehemiah, he makes good time
Peeled all his tomatoes from the vine
And under a moon that shines, he’s a sight to see
You’ll shine too on the only ride that’s free
Time to rebuild Jerusalem
Time to get the Beatles back together again
Time to talk like it’s only you ‘n’ me
And time to go for the only ride that’s free
And all them haters, shouting us down
Decked out like Satan’s circus clowns
They’re fun to have around in small degrees
But they can’t come on the only ride that’s free
So gather up thy coin of flesh
Take a breath of the River so fresh
Past the thresh to the ferryman and the sea
Even he says it’s the only ride that’s free
And one day, we’ll have solved the puzzle
Filled our troughs and chewed thru our muzzles
We’ll all realize there’s no better place to be
Than forever in motion on the only ride that’s free
Persuaded X
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I'm captivated by his smile,
enchanted if you will
beguiled by his fancy words
can't escape the way I feel.
How he makes me thirst,
my hunger at its peak
and he guided me so easily
into his wild retreat.
I gasp at the very thought,
go dizzy from the feel
sputtering only babbled words
of how this feels surreal.
I was drawn into his darkness,
tempted with one look
yet here I am so willingly
like bait, I bit the hook.
My body feels like fire,
he tainted something pure
and I am like a hypo
and he's my only cure.
What has he done to me,
I can not see straight
his sexual persuasion
made this into my fate.
Now I dream of lustful things,
that only he can do
and O with the slightest thought
I stick to these sheets like glue.
The moral of this story is,
be careful of the hex
cause when he is very good
you only dream of sex.
8/19/14- Jessica Thompson ( more...lustful things lol)
I stand in the doors of the funeral room and I am afraid,
afraid- of how I am going to get through this long day;
I knew the end was coming but nothing prepared me mother,
no one is ever ready for a beloved's last gasp of breath.
Inside the room I gulp my sorrow and stand still and frozen,
the room glows with hues of many rose pink flowers;
in peace you lay- all the ravages of illness have been erased,
beside your coffin I find myself looking and weeping.
I know this moment will be with me for all of my life,
just you and me alone with the scent of roses and quiet;
I am filled with emotions and my body feels like a heavy stone,
my heart is completely and totally shattered, forever broken.
There is nothing I could have done to keep you in this world,
I feel hallow inside and I hurt everywhere and I am lost;
but you taught me to be strong and to have courage,
so, I whisper love you- and turn to greet the first visitor.
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October 30, 2015
Poetry/Verse/A Moment in Time
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1219-153-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Completely Your Choice (46)
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/20/2021
Eighth Place
The journey feels so tedious
It was a battle for the choice
A free will he gave to them
They had to choose between serving him and otherwise
Believe me if I say,
There have exist more than one red earth
Three civilizations, three men; walked the surface of this aeon
But only one is acceptable before HIS face
Every other will have to fade away
Beautiful lastborn with abode from the MASTER………..
For the innocent man;
Oh how beautiful it is
An image of the ALL IN ALL
Such a Wonderful creation with the power of free will
Its npt just about being wonderful
The one with the possessor of three forms
Maybe he had be warned
Imagine I AM telling you to do not…
He can do a lot in his constituency
All is impossible to stay like this
A crossroad lie ahead
Transaction and Chess ………………………………
Now to the sinful one,
Authority is now lost
Specie after the likeness of the fall
Evil continual grows in his heart
HE repented
Strange princes and beings of light left their estate
To come Into Fair falling flimsy daughters of Eve
Another violation of the creations HE had in the WORD
HE removed the world of its evil
The only one who choose to hear a gone nature
As oppose to the Spirit that can show HIM FORTH
Beings of this kind keep living
Even till HIS KIMGDOM COMES,
All that’s is left of the kind of This is judgment
Door of GRACE HIMSELF………..
The righteous one is now available
On the agony of death and suffering
HIM; he be in now.
The real meaning if what is called love
Higher calling, higher sitting
Of course I’m of the TRUTH, the WAY and the LIFE
Sound the trumpet that HE cometh soon
Are you the man after His Heart?
Freewill; not a product to use against HIM
Strive for the eternal registration in the BOOK.
Where will you be?
When the roll is call up yonder!!!
The sky looks like a Turner painting.
At the high point it’s brighter,even golden cream
Like the top of a bottle of Jersey milk;
then it dims down to a bluey gray
with a slight threat in it
like a blacker gray…It’s
Too warm today for snow.
I swept brown dried leaves from the step..
Had to move my bike.
Then I hid them under the hedge
So they can keep some insects warm in the winter.
But mainly I don’t want to bend down to collect them,,
I’m tired or lazy after the weekend.
I still have a dress here I was ironing just a week or two ago.
Now it will be put away till next summer.
Here’s a denim jacket with flowers all over…
I did wear it but it won’t look right now.
I washed my hair.It feels soft and pleasant.
I like that feeling.I am wondering what you are doing.
Are you listening to music or resting?
Or sitting looking down the road at wet fields?
I think I’ll make some tea.
I need a focus for the day which also has a feeling
Like those late watercolors
Everything merging
Until one thing dissolves into an other.
Some people like it but today
I need some edge,some definition.
I need someone to give me boundaries.
Time 4 pm
Kettle boils and a neighbor’s cat peers by the locked cat flap…
Wondering why she can’t get in.
I turn away.
Now the sky is without any gold
It’s fifty shades of gray.
It’s clouded dark and soft
Like your hair might have been
But I could never have touched it…
You were always too far away and moving.....
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