Long Feint Poems
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I desire only Peace
But I must face the Truth here
He is numbered among them
I look down at the campfires
He is lost in the vastness of their army
His tent is guarded by Warriors when he sleeps
He is such a coward
The thought of being hunted by such a man is a mystery
Like sticks builds spikes
Like words build men up
Look in my eyes Sir
Now I look in your eyes
You are shocked your blood spills out
I drilled you in the heart
And send you to that path in the skys
May you wonder among the stars and never find your way
Thank You great Spirits for the Victory over death
He is coming like a theif in the night
As wise as a serpent as harmless as a dove
Men should always pray and not lose heart
If you feint in the day of adversary your strenght is small
Beware less her words be like an arrow that pierces A BIRDS LIVER
Only the strongest of men are killed by her
My words are from the Master
I did'nt come to bring Peace but a Sword
Look I see a prophet on the streets of New York
Yelling at the top of his lungs the end is near
I look up but the sky is'nt falling
Like that man could ever mess with the best
like my compositions could ever fall beneathe another man
Unless they swoop down to lift him up
Unless i fall to doubt
Like God ever favored him with better words
Better composed-Better said
But never spoken till he read my dictation
And it inspired him
It raised him out the writer's block
That Powers blocked
Like Greater Powers opened and spoke
in many Voices and many Masters
The words in my heart crash down
I see poems wrote from my past life
The hand of the Queen on Her finger the purest Emarld when I kissed it
The Mission I undertook for her
I just suppose it was an erran of Life and Death
A Battle I would of never won without the help of my 3 friends
That are still here to this day
And I rode horseback from post horse to post horse
From Spain to France
And ran the last one so hard untill he fell and blood came out his mouth
A ran up the steps of the Palace in a cloud of dust
And the servants fed me and hung me back in the Queens closet
Believe me or not! I am the Queen's wingman!
Just like One of David's Mighty Men
My Hand is Frozen to the Sword
Paranoia
The man that stood next to me
Wore shades
Hidden eyes shielded by the taint
That makes light fade
Invaded space and feelings feint
His blatant eyeless stare
Sears through
With eyes removed to elsewhere
I withdrew
Silent whispering gazes that talk
Inwardly
I watch him vaguely like a hawk
Awkwardly
His mouth is moving with intent
About me
His speech comprises malcontent
Perverts my mind
He’s talking on his mobile phone
I’m being maligned
He moves away, I’m not alone
The talking lips
Proceed to drone upon my shoulder
Losing my grip
And disembodied eyes to make me shudder
He’s here
With shades and talking phone, to gaze
Upon my fear
And in my psyche, eyes and mouth that craze
There’s no escape
From entwined paranoia
And life insane
Paranoia
The man that stood next to me
Wore shades
Hidden eyes shielded by the taint
That makes light fade
Invaded space and feelings feint
His blatant eyeless stare
Sears through
With eyes removed to elsewhere
I withdrew
Silent whispering gazes that talk
Inwardly
I watch him vaguely like a hawk
Awkwardly
His mouth is moving with intent
About me
His speech comprises malcontent
Perverts my mind
He’s talking on his mobile phone
I’m being maligned
He moves away, I’m not alone
The talking lips
Proceed to drone upon my shoulder
Losing my grip
And disembodied eyes to make me shudder
He’s here
With shades and talking phone, to gaze
Upon my fear
And in my psyche, eyes and mouth that craze
There’s no escape
From entwined paranoia
And life insane
Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint
I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint
Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint
How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint
Flowers and sunshine and rainbows on my brain I would paint
Crevasses and all, Chances are I wouldn’t be mistaken for a saint
Maybe passers-by would gawk and possibly even faint
I would prance around hatless not hearing one complaint
Ignoring anyone who would frown thinking I’m attaint
For laughs I might pretend and blow a feint
But I would only laugh so loud ‘cause touched by them I ain’t
In my wildest rowdiest boldest colours without constraint
Imagine all the lovely people I would find
Who are exposing too their painted mind
And much too genuine to be colour-blind
Uplifting to meet kindred minds unconfined
Loving smiling faces of humankind
Read on air by invitation ~ April 10, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on February 22, 2018 for contest MIND THE WET PAINT sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 3RD
Delighting Aaron head to feet—
Courts cascade, of precious oil, sweet.
Drips pleasure cruise without restraint.
An ointment of the healing saints.
Best perfume’s poured on savior’s feet.
A sinner’s sorrowful heartbeat.
Tenderly her tears, mix, acquaint.
An ointment of the healing saints.
Now— trumpet’s precious altar call,
At service end, for one and all.
Anointing from the flask, no taint.
An ointment of the healing saints.
Ten virgins in engagement hold.
Keep Spirit warm, the eve is cold.
Don’t wait ‘til lantern waxes feint.
An ointment of the healing saints.
9/24/2021
“At that time the kingdom of heaven
will be like ten virgins who took their lamps
and went out to meet the bridegroom…
But while they (five) were on their way
to buy oil (Holy Spirit), the bridegroom arrived.
The virgins who were ready went in with him
to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut.
Matthew 25:1,10
The day is fresh
Long before the sun yawns into the morning
The sound of bells clanging
Ropes whipping the mast into shape
Creaking of the old boats
A feint smell of lobster
Rises to meet me as the zip
Rasps towards my chin
Along the comfortable material
Of the gilet
Can the ocean be trusted?
No more than the weather
No more than a wild animal
However tamed they appear
Domesticated the ocean will never be
I climb down the wooden ladder
Into the trusty boat
I pause in the moment
Feet sensing the security of
My familiar friend
Stormy seas we have seen
Yet she welcomes me back
I sense her sigh with relief
A voiceless, palpable release
As I hoist the sail
Pushing away from the harbour wall
We both know
This is not the place for us
A gull invites us to follow
So we nod along
Where water searches for soul
It loves the weakened shore
To leave it's purpose so smooth and stark
To feint attack on shapes in the dark
A thin carved edge
Infinite breathing
Pushing and pulling
Golden alabaster hue turns to marble
Excited atoms light the ambient mood
Her sharpened edged tool
She will carve her way
through the mystic dry shores
Caressing the thick attitudes of can't shouldn't and why
She owns this right
She won't part with her own cadence
You don't want to know why
Saying something for a summer's day gentle breeze
She sits on a charity of hopes that could pay
Never about the money
Hopes that we could play with her infinite wave
An editor of deleted memories distorted dreams
She slowly sits and becomes the night
You've paid do mind as if chanting a special word
Serenity has indubiously arrived in one breath
Indiscreetly you can bet she'll be calm
For a lady's captured passion by her stoic shores
Those who stand on guard for a measure of sanity
Realness is but a word with no base
Sunshine if it could only have a taste
Would taste like her
We can show that we haven't lost our art
Some kindness thanks
To feel a connection a self intervention
The inhibition of her seat to dispel
Boundaries now presented by a question
Losing the natural ladder from stardust to Hell
From the depths no person has lived but confident it was home
Worldly being a sure-bet too counterfeit too perfect
To feint attack on shapes in the dark
When night meets darkness
The street quiet draws
Regeneration in the air
At a popular cocktail lounge in a small foreign town
We like to know there is a late night show
A band plays working on their plan
To keep it's shape as beautiful fun
Just like the wave of the tide
And the lady by the shore
She left it all behind and never went back there again
For there you are unable to find what is inside all men
She left for a new start a new way of looking at things
She followed her heart and all the joy that that brings
She wasn't doing anything wrong and things were okay
But inside she would often long for something in her day
She paid it no mind at first and simply tried to ignore it
But you can't deny thirst as this young lady had to admit
Flying to a distant land leaving family and friends behind
Many didn't understand for such a life wasn't even in mind
But she had persevered and some times she comes to visit
Oh how the Lord has steered for such sweet a beauty I admit
Today that young nun is a Saint who cared for India's poorest
Just the thought makes most feint but she did her very best
All that love that she showed to those cast aside by society
For she knew what was truly owed something many can't see
Mother Teresa of Calcutta
Quickly, droplets dappled the walk,
Painting the cement a darker grey
Rain and darkening clouds usurped the sun,
Too serene in blue, ever-endless fields of azure
Thunder shook the ground
With deafening sound,
Whilst blinded by a bolt that smote of Zeus,
I felt my soul feint of fright
I saw my death, but clung to life,
I left the tea, the bagel, let the paper blow away,
And leapt inside the open patio door,
Sliding it closed, behind me, as the wind and rain pursued
I listened as each drop hurl itself against the pane
The wind augmenting their efforts in swelling waves
To break it down
They relented in drips that seemed to stagger, defeated
The wind urging them on and into futility
I sat, soaking wet at the table,
And saw a tear drop upon its glass surface
As my forearms absorbed its cold
My face stared back—old, tired
I was shaking, not from being cold
I thought of how I loved rainy days
I thought of how things can change in an instant
Others over a lifetime
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.
We rave and rant in suffering, who won’t?
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.
Men of the world know better than this, bliss!
Take pleasure from life, and that’s it! But, don’t!
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.
Knowledge and power is world’s raw justice.
Without a reason is simply a taunt.
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.
Wealth is the key to health and happiness.
Life is a reverie, money can paint.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.
Self-contentment is utter completeness.
There isn’t any need for You. A feint!
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.
You are my Helper in this somberness;
Incompleteness becomes liberating.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness;
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.
Mr Ragged 2024
The unsteady slow winter moon,
trudges towards a freezing night;
riding on winds back,of shadows feint,
blowing out the days diminishing light,
It is !
A pencil sketch in many pleasant hues
sharp strapped; as a barbers razor,
lined out,in a distant vanish point,
cloudless,pained in a subdued flavour,
Oh yes!
Wood pigeons pair for the chill; it comes!
Clocks are sleepy now many unwound,
all along the water spilled fountain; the
sparrows thirst sip for a familiar sound.
Then !
The street seems to carpet up its cobbles,
It narrows; and tunnels into fast black,
bully boy cats prowl; and growl all clawed,
local dog snoozes, it snores on its bed of sack.
There on -
a lonely street corner cardboard damped,
barley lit; Is home once again to Mr ragged,
chatting in an alcohol tongue; a dialect to rats,
brittle veined, slow flowed, pave stone padded,
Soon !
Morning seeps in; spilling quite secondhand,
It slept long and sexed; under voyaged stars,
not fit for purpose! It breaks over a penciled hill,
49th street corner bustles, Mr ragged lies very still.
Some cry