Long Fill Poems
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Being melancholy confusion,
saying seriously that we are who we are,
that mountain of dandruff was what we saw,
they all lose anyways so why not chop it off?
At the sound,
at the towns,
we were liverworts and lackadaisical not?
They were who people are on the loft and at the Joss?
Hey, they travel,
they toll and they site the soul,
but we readers in perfect time aren’t even gold,
we smell coal,
and drink danger-
and make the erasers plainer!!
Hey lady-
do me some danger,
read into it and feel free to withstand litany on the stilt!
Break the core who cannot mold...
They once stated in an outcast that the chasm's fill-
I once grazed against a song that was outdated and needed will.
Mom, my love!
Powerhouse of my soul!
The warmth of your hug can’t be explained through few words.
Your thought is enough to fire me up!
I savour each single entwined moment and touch!
May it be moments of your yelling at me,
Or your presence to protect.
A void grows, when you tell me that you would go some day!
My heart sinks, without you I will surely fray.
Thanks mom, for being with me on every single sigh.
Promise me; before I fill your life with happiness, you won’t die!
Don’t ever dare to forget that we have a deal.
You will be always and always there to give me gun kisses.
I love you to the moon and back.
If you go, be ready to face the consequence.
I will be up there to take the revenge!!
The candle burns down long into the night
Its life waning in a flickering flame
As I etch these ink stains of black on white
On pages that will never be the same
For I will fill this empty space with gold
Treasures - my soul now feels the need to share
Before the embers in this fire grow cold
I give to you these precious gems so rare
And when this candle dies and darkness falls
My pen will finally rest without regret
Left with the knowledge that I gave it all
My life in words until my dying breath
And in death I will live forevermore
For the pen is mightier than the sword
~~~~~
Written: April 15, 2011
Elaine Cecelia Geroge, of Canada
The Famous quotation 'The pen is mightier than the sword' was written by:
Edward Buliver-Lytton in 1839. Those words still live on today, proving that the pen truly is, mightier than the sword.
First place: Brian Strand's 14 line contest
First place: Razzle Dazzle Contest sponsored by Linda-Marie
The Sun has moved into Aries,
giving the spirit rise to new stories.
Exalted speculation in ethical sense,
planets facilitation and its reference.
Shadows after shadows as chain,
the dooming reality and its claim.
The tormented shore of growing race,
and its consequences that we face.
From every depth of good and ill,
lockdown therapy for natures fill.
Spirits of dead properties near to prey,
pulling the rope towards their way.
The remover of all obstacles in distress,
the unhappy need by all dear, to confess.
To consume for the sake to prove,
consummate false Gods egos aloof.
Ambition needing another tone,
for in the universe we are all alone.
Our world its joy and shared in pain,
enchanted mysteries and its contented gain.
You have left it too late
to go and take wing or haul
yourself across
the chilly mountains.
Already the mornings are thick
with frost and melt slowly
in the shadows
of a fleeing sun. You should
have gone when first
you felt the distances grow
and fill with silence,
when a cold indifference settled
the trees as all turned
inward and let go of what
had once reached towards
a welcoming sky.
The land is bare now,
hollowed out to hold
the husks of things outgrown
and left behind. Vacated shells
twitch like puppets gloved
by a bitter wind.
You have lost the knowledge
of where to go,
that other place,
not here - but somewhere else,
known only by the restlessness
that you sometimes feel
pacing the narrowing confines
of yourself.
Some things that look fulfilling
Can cast a woeful spell
Glittery that looks like heaven,
can often turn out to be hell.
All the wanting leads to weeping,
He can't fill that empty space.
There are those hidden bits of lonely,
in the mirror etched upon his face.
He exchanges real for imagined,
relation-ships they sail away.
Nights are now spent with strangers,
He is the game they like to play.
Trappings of success are empty,
he pretends he's not alone.
The heart in his chest is heavy,
What was soft has turned into stone.
It can be the curse of the rich man,
to grab onto things that don't last.
Riches that vanish in an instant,
Replaced with regrets from the past.
It's a nightmare down on Elm Street. Satan's waiting here at home.
Where's that little Freddy Krueger with his nails of sharpened chrome?
And that dearest Michael Myers, as he's always sure to call?
Halloween won't be so keen without some slashers in the hall.
They're all meeting up with Jason and the other demon spawn
to pay Old Scratch a visit, so I'll leave the porch light on.
I'm your sugar devil daddy and I'll tempt you if I can,
so now open up those goody bags, cause I'm your candy man.
Welcome, all you little zombies. Here, I've got some flesh for you!
It's in a candy wrapper and so much easier to chew.
Just hold out your plastic treat bag, and hold off eating me.
The junk I'm gonna give you tastes much better than my knee.
It's so loaded up with sugar, you'll be bouncing off the walls.
So go ahead and gorge yourselves and fill the bathroom stalls.
Kneel before the porcelain god or use the toilet sink.
You can always use the practice now, for later when you drink.
You can't take a piece of healthy fruit or any home-made treat.
The media have made damn sure it's only junk food that you'll eat.
So celebrate my holiday and consume till it's obscene.
Welcome into my domain... and Happy Halloween!
October 15, 2014
This year is different
Surly you see
Covid got Santa
He set the elves free
Prancer’s in charge
Of running the sleigh
The gift bags reek
Of manure filled hay
Comet and Blitzen
Are engaged in a spat
Over which one will fill
The jolly guy’s hat
Dasher forgot
To strap down the tote
Rudolph’s nose has a short
And started to smoke
Donner’s mask was too big
So he traded with Cupid
Both were ripped in a fight
Over something so stupid
Now their noses are bare
And they can’t risk the spread
To innocent children
Sound asleep in their beds
So they’re two reindeer shy
And one big guy less
The sleigh cannot fly
It’s a whole Christmas mess
God’s creations kill,
God’s creations make a world that’s ill.
God’s creations go to war,
I wonder what he made them for.
If my creations were the kind,
that brought despair to all mankind,
then I would surly be to blame,
would people hate, or love my name?
Some say the gift of our free will
is why we have the urge to kill.
But surly God created mind,
and set the mould for all mankind.
Animals were born to feed
on living things to fill their need.
It’s not just man whom God has made,
to see other’s death their living trade.
Maybe it’s just I’ve got it wrong,
I should join others in their song,
in praising God for all that’s good,
while his Creation screams for blood.
Religions of the world unite,
and ask yourself if it is right,
that we should serve till death from birth
the creator of true hell on earth.
But maybe God is you and me,
and not a single entity.
A living power of minds combined,
if so…. I’ve faith in all Mankind.
Ivor G Davies
October 2025
Dalton Ogletree
I see halos made of smoke,
Dreams decay with every note.
Heaven quiet, hell just spoke,
Said, “You’re the truth that never woke.”
Money can’t fill what’s hollow inside,
Love don’t stick when your hope has died.
Time keeps turning — I can’t hide,
From the voice that lives behind my eyes.
Energy bleeds, I’m losing form,
Fate reborn in another storm.
The sun feels cold, the stars deform,
I’m calm now — but far from norm.
Buried secrets under my skin,
Stories fade, then start again.
Truth don’t lie — it just depends,
On how much pain you let it mend.
I used to run from what I feel,
Thought numbness meant I’d heal.
But every scar that didn’t seal,
Taught me what’s fake and what’s real
Still searching, but I ain’t scared no more,
Every closed door just opens one more.
Still learning, still unsure,
But peace don’t come from keeping score.
People change, that’s part of the plan,
Some will leave, but I still stand.
I been down bad, I understand,
Pain builds you up when it shakes your hands.
Used to chase things that never last,
Running from now, stuck in the past.
But time moves slow then fast,
Every mistake — another class.
Birds still sing when the sky turns grey,
I still rise when I lose my way.
Every fall just clears the clay,
So truth can bloom another day.
I see beauty inside the pain,
Growth don’t happen without the rain.
Even loss got something to gain,
Even ashes remember the flame.
I been low, I been high,
I been praying just to try.
Now I thank the tears I cried,
They showed me life don’t end — it multiplies.
Still searching, but I feel more free,
Still hurting, but I let it be.
Still learning what’s meant for me,
Still turning — endlessly.