Long Fountain Poems
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From a wide square with an ancient marble fountain,
which borrowed its fresh water
from a nearby, pristine river;
I looked far away...to fix my glance on
the Norman fortress rising on the top
of a barren and steep hill,
that the Normans built to keep off
the invaders with fast horses and sharp swords!
And beneath those strong walls,
I lay down tracing them back to medieval times;
and as the noon grew warmer, I fell asleep
drifting into a past ,which made many fret and weep!
I wanted to hear tales of bravery, how the knights
fought their battles to guard against dire;
and their fortress they fiercely defended,
until the verdant grass was saturated with blood!
Galloping on my agile Arabian horse, with glistening
armor and drawn sword...I heard the laments of the wounded,
fearless as a voracious lion catching his prey,
I entered the battlefield that loudly clanked;
and everywhere there were prostate bodies on the morbid ground,
and I, in mortal terror, couldn't turn back and not face the enemy!
It could have taken a fatal moment for me to have died...
not returning to the people I had left behind!
As a true knight: I had to honor my pledge,
and through pain and ordeal I had to kill to stay alive;
when the battle ended, I headed back to the Norman fortress!
Awakening from that vision, brazing out fear...
I realized how real that could have been;
and its brief duration made me much courageous,
but somewhat deeply mournful...
to have seen so much blood and grief!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Have you ever had a problem
That you needed to view from all angles
In order for you to figure out
How of it to untangle
You might have to remove the ceiling
Or take out a wall
You might have to do some demolition
Or simply reinstall
Some will try to redecorate
With some paint or a chandelier
But that just covers up the problem
And no solution has been made aware
These ceilings have got to go
So that now we may receive
The blessings that God has for us
So we can advance and achieve
These ceilings have got to go
So that we can progress as a community
For there is greater prosperity
if we move in unity
Too many people fail to understand
That their success
Must be paid forward so that others
In turn can be blessed
The generations are not passing down
Their knowledge nor any power
We need to be a fountain pouring into others
Letting our wisdom be a bountiful shower
Let these ceilings be taken down
So that we can help each other
God has blessed you so that
You can bless another
We need to invest time to love
And to nurture our young
To pray, to talk and to walk with them
Treat them as daughters and sons
To carry each others stuff
Thereby lightening each others load
To be a help and not a hinderence
As we unburden our souls
If only to give someone a Metrocard
So they can get to their new job
To help pay an electric bill
So that someone will have power still
These ceilings have got to go
We need to lift each other up
To stop throwing shade,
Stop the hate parades
And in communion to sup
To cease all the criticism
And stop tearing each other down
To encourage and empower each other
So the love of God in us can be found
These ceilings have got to go
So that God's grace we can now clearly see
To be like those 4 men who took their
Paralyzed friend to Jesus working in unity
From the fast melting clouds comes the rain
you might wonder, and ask does it fall in vain
the question the river and the forest don’t pose
you would not either if you care to look close
see how from mellow hearts kindness drains.
From the deep darkness comes the sun again
you might wonder, and ask does it rise in vain
the question the day and the birds don’t ask
you would not either if you know how to bask
in the glow of the inner light the soul retains.
From desolate desert’s core comes the fountain
you might wonder, and ask does it spring in vain
the question Bedouins and the oasis don’t frame
you would not either if you know how to be tame
in the turmoil of tough time where destiny reigns.
July 6, 2021
Contest : Completely Your Choice (45) Any Form Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
-Let's see Cortinario with fattened foot
If you answer me, who says
To everyone who sees him:
If my mouth opens
You'll open too.
Clytocibe: -The Flycatcher
From the Cathedral of Burgos.
-Very well Cortinario
You know what you know.
-Today are you going to take the mules to water
At the fountain in Ejido?
-Why do you say that?
-Because when you come for water
From the hermitage where I meditate
I feel the horseshoes.
-Well, you're going to feel them even more
When the crab puts you
In the cave.
-Oh no. Not that.
-What do you mean no!
You know: saying “oh no”
Is like saying *******.
-Shut up, silly boy.
Pray without sorrow
For at the foot of the altar awaits you
The Devil who watches over you
With a paschal candle
Lucent in his hands.
Gust of self-centric storm blew in the deserted life
I didn’t know a calm niche of bliss nestled in heart
Veil of the spreading shadow of the simmering ego
I couldn’t remove to discover the concealed oasis
Not until broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I saw
Ground in the grip of tempest of ordained turmoil.
Gloomy teary face of hungry orphan child on road
Opaque eyes of petrified mother who lost her child
Deep silent sigh of the destitute resigned to destiny
Lighted in my dark wilderness soul-searching beacon
Yearning to find the fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering gentle grace of God in the sanctum of soul
Reservoir of overwhelmed humane feelings I empty
Assuage with hope the pain of those in fallen sky’s debris
Convey to them God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace
Endeavor to kindle in abyss of hearts candle of kindness.
May 21, 2021
Contest : Giving Godly Grace
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
When I'm free, I will ride the wind,
I will descend with a raindrop,
I will tumble with leaves,
I will ride on a ray of sunlight.
I will know what it's like to fly,
I will flutter with a snowflake,
I will sparkle in the morning dew
and dive into a waterfall.
I will slide on a moonbeam,
I will sing with angels and
talk to eagles.
I will touch the bottom of the ocean,
I will drink from a silver fountain.
I will look into the eyes of a wolf,
and walk through a mountain.
I will swirl in the morning mist,
rising from the valley,
and the scent of a rose will carry me,
when I'm free.
There's a story I need to write
I am not sure how I will start
with faded parts buried somewhere
with unseen chapters hidden in closets
that I still don't know how to find.
May be I could pour a few drops
but every drop holds an ocean of words
words that I have always wanted to speak out aloud
but words that never mark their presence
except through my pen.
Words that may bring ecstasy
but words that may also bring conflicts.
There's an evening that I remember
when a few drops of rain brought out
words that I had always wanted to speak out aloud.
There's a night that is supposed to exist
when silence is soothing and loud
and the conflicting parts are beautiful.
I await the ability to pour them out easily
for there are crimson blue dreams to preserve
that I am scared might fade away.
...No this is not it, my heart says,
the words seem to get exhausted.
There's a story I need to write
to pour it all out until I can hold it
I am not sure how much I can hold inside
with restless nights for a part of mine.
Oh there's a blue fountain that awaits
may be some other day again....
there's a story I need to write.
May 10, 2020
For BRIAN'S CHOICE 9,any form,any theme
Winner: Third Place
I am an apostle
a listener
a Christian
am I yet not a child of God
I am mankind thinks it's odd
that I am a follower
Of a just just God
I hear the birds sing
I see the sunrise
In the mountains call out his name
The Fountain of holy Waters cover my friend
I am a follower in Jesus name
I am a flower of the king
I am a child of God
You think it's odd
I am a partaker
I am all things to all men
I am all things to all men
and did I mention I am all things to all men
I'm a minister, a teacher, a mother, a father,
a sister and a brother
I am a disciple, I am a temple, I am and I am
I am all things to all men for though I preach the gospel
I have nothing to Glory of All things
Are of the Lord's for one to me that if I preach not
For if I do still not but to do so willingly I'll be okay
And this we say I hear the birds sing
I see the sun arising
The monsters 3 call out my name
Where am I
The Fountains of holy water covers my friend
I am an apostle a listening a Christian and a child of the king
I am mankind thinks that I am this is quite odd
That I am a follower of all righteous God
I am all things to all men Hallelujah
10/16/02
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by Laphonso Thomas for Zozo music and corporated/ZOE Mii e
Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The lonely chime of my eternal rhyme
Perception fills the universe with lies
Tugging the long thread woven in its cloth
To mend life's fragile coat with blinded eyes
Feel it burn in death's flame another moth
I've tasted the waters of life's fountain
And have quenched my soul's old thirst once again
Is what we see each day what it really looks like or is it just a self induced imagery place in our mind to stimulate a acceptable comfort in our life, or is this a dream to which we know not how or do not want to wake from cause reality is truely like living on the edge of a really sharp knife. Perception of true time seems to be like a clock that has no hands yet the value of it has a price of high demand, is the true passing of time in measurement to the mountain or Is it just simply defined as falling like a grain of sand. Mythology talks about the fountain that brings us eternal youth but to what end in a sands grain defines the ages, to what exsistsnce is humanity bound to the insanity if we travel in life protected within our self made cages.