Long Gestures Poems
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A few days it’s been
since I rode the Orange tube
out from Enoch, nothing new.
Amusing myself with literature,
the glue that contends
our oneness.
As I dissolved and fancied myself
unique from all the goers to and fro,
mouthing Hamlet in perfect tune
to shaky stops, I didn’t notice
her nestled across the seated cue,
between what must’ve been
her parents.
It was probably the usual.
Maybe at the start
she was studying my shoes,
but began to observe with eyes new
as only children can,
how a woman can be
both present and not,
smiling with ease
over a simple recitation.
But with a strange look of pleasure
more common to drunks,
or the newly in love
if it happens on the tube.
Maybe she was taking stock
of options. All the ways she could be,
what feminine gestures seem
most beautifully procured.
And when it came to her stop,
between the two she was ushered
to depart, though not before I looked
up to see her watching as she walked.
For a flicker of a moment,
she smiled and waved so quick,
as if to hold the action
easily downplayed.
But too I waved, and so brightly
she smiled at the reciprocation,
that I remembered how the warmth
of something given without reason,
needs no reason at all.
Beautiful, joy and a smile
Silencing every doubt, every fear
With a tenderness that erases
Every tear
Heartfelt inspiration, hues of grace
Stirring the spirit to dance,
To breathe through the darkness
The melancholy, the worry
Feeling the light
Wonders so brilliant and vibrant
Like stars in the midnight skies
Shimmering, dazzling, trembling
With elation, erasing
Despair
Experience the calm, the serenity
Soothing away the past, promising
Miracles growing beneath the
Shadows in silhouettes
Lovely details
Kindness, like a sigh of wisdom
Lifting the dreary gray, blackness
Crisp as a frozen branch,
Breaking to prove to the snowflake
There is always a second chance
Have faith
Music, expressions of dreams
Whimsical and wistful, ghostly
Souls who only know
It is the God of heaven who brings
Each joy, every stardust whisper –
Each experience to treasure
There is pleasure
Gracious, flowing through the veins
Singing of the moments when light
Faded into the caress, kissing
Away the flavors of crazy flames….
In brilliant gestures, amazing
Liquid truth rains down from above
Flooding the blue
He is the maker of sun and moon
His wisdom is living proof
There isn’t a reason to suspect
His mercy abides in the way
He gives without conditions, forgives
Without resenting…
His love is alive, like the warmth
From the sunlight and the caress
Of the raindrop – it never fades
It is alive, a flame, like light
Who cuts away the darkest night
His love is the answer…
To every prayer prayed
If I'm really yours,
don’t be afraid to call my name in public
let it sound like a prayer on your lips,
unhurried, unafraid, unhidden.
If I'm yours,
don’t be ashamed of me.
Not when I’m tired, not when I’m quiet,
not when the world sees the cracks you alone 5th know how to mend.
If you really need me,
love me for who I am
not the version you imagined,
but the raw, midnight version,
the one with doubts and dreams and trembling hands.
Fight for me when I am not there.
Be my voice in rooms I’m not invited to,
my shield in conversations I can’t hear.
Let loyalty be the language you speak when my back is turned.
Treat me the way you might want to treat yourself
with gentleness on the hard days,
with patience when I’m slow to heal,
with reverence, as if my heart were glass in your palms.
If I'm really yours,
handle me with extra care.
I am not a thing to be kept.
I am a vow to be kept.
Show me that you really love me
not in grand gestures alone,
but in the small, sacred things:
remembering how I take my coffee,
staying when I go silent,
choosing me again after an argument.
Show me that you're scared to lose me
not with possession, but with presence.
Look at me like I’m the last light in a dark room.
Stay close like winter stays close to fire.
Show me that it really matters
that my joy matters, that my grief matters,
that my becoming matters to you.
If you really want me,
kiss me in front of others to show that I am yours.
Not for show, but for truth.
Let the world see what I already know:
that I am chosen, cherished, claimed.
Hold my hand in public.
Let our fingers interlace like promises.
Let’s walk side by side
not one leading, not one following,
but two souls learning the rhythm of one road.
If I'm really yours,
build a home in me with your words.
Defend my peace.
Guard my laughter.
Celebrate my becoming.
And when storms come,
don’t run for cover
run to me, and let us weather it together.
Because if I'm really yours,
love me out loud,
love me in secret,
love me in the ordinary,
love me in the impossible.
Love me until the world has no doubt,
and until I never doubt it either.
It was a clear, beautiful evening
The sun still ablaze, a tad too brilliant,
Playing out its last moments,
The sky, a ruddy glow of luminescence!
I was stationed on a park bench
Lazily watching the stir and commotion
The park was alive as usual
With the young and the old- a motley crowd
The children’s park was equally vibrant
With excited noise, the young on swings n’ see saws
Near a slide, I watched two small kids;
A girl of about seven and her little brother
The girl had already gone down the slide
Seeing his sister’s adventurous ride
The boy too began scampering up
But with each step, his courage seemed to fail
And the higher he climbed, the more timid he grew
The thought of sliding down from such height
Totally unnerved him and he sat down gingerly
Wondering what to do, hesitant to take the plunge
His sister stood waiting at the foot
With hands spread wide and coaxing him to be down
But the boy remained unmoved, totally confused
The girl with patience, continued to coerce
After a few minute’s pause, mustering courage
He at last gave himself a wild push
The slide came down crashing in a second
The impact almost knocking the girl down
But she managed to keep both from falling over
How like the little boy, we too rely on others in strife
For their encouragement to do the hard things in life
People need help, with generous souls buoying them up
So why not use our words and gestures to lift someone up!
If a casual word of ours can make one life brighter
Speak such words to make laden hearts lighter
Let us all strive thus to be party to a new ministry
Of lifting others and watch the wondrous mystery
Placed Fourth
Jan.3.2022
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
Thank you for your grace, your mercy and everlasting love Father. Thank
you for giving me the strength to endure another day. Forgive me
for my sins I've committed. I come to the
realization that day-to-day my eyes will
face temptations. I'm lured by the
beauties of envy, greed, anger,
jealousy, lust and fornication.
Saved I am, though not
perfect; but with your
tools, I pray to
overcome my
sinful fixations.
Right over wrong
indeed I stand;
it's majority of the
wrong that over
powers the right in
most situations.
Understandably,
it's all apart of the
flesh's gravitation for
a craving appetite for
sinful sensations. Spiritually,
I refuse to become stagnant; mimicking
the gestures of still waters while observing
nature's sin waltz about society in a circular
motion across the nation. Therefore, I will testify
and witness to the lost souls being an inspiration. And
taking heed to the one and only literature as it's a form of migration. One
place to another place, from this place to a better place; my final destination...!
06-27-2013
Raindrops falling, creating afresh
Beautiful moments to be treasured
With a gentle caress, each bead cascades
Capturing the blessing of the fragrant rain
~
Raindrops whispering against the earth
Touching the flowers with soothing hope
For a tomorrow filled with a nurturing joy
Compassion that thrills the spirit’s core
~
Raindrops falling, pounding the dirt
Sighing to the world of sweet promises
To bring renewal and replenishment
Rebirth to a tired and thirsty country
~
Raindrops caressing the pasture and lawn
Creating clean, new colors from the dusty past
With fulfilling and whimsical gentleness
Calming the heat dried earth with fresh faith
~
Raindrops falling, sending us the blessing
Knowing our hearts need this sense of pleasure
Only found within the light pulsation of droplets
Meant to bring nourishment to a worn world
~
Raindrops echo across the emerald ridges
Sustaining the planet with a mysterious glance
Into the kindness that comes from above
Compassion vowing to bring abundant miracles
~
Raindrops falling, gestures reaching down to us
God’s creation ~ filled with wisdom and withstanding
All the forces of nature that surround and encourage
Reflecting all that is good, glorious and gratifying!
Growing up, I've learned from both my abuelas experiences
that you should never let a man define you
you do not need his pity gestures in order to feel good about yourself
and most of all you don't need to open your legs in order
to be considered a "woman"
or in order to seek their fulfillment before yours
you do not need a man who does not encourage your growth and beauty
how dare him, how dare him reflect his insecurities on you
this is like telling a flower to stop growing because growing makes them
beautiful and eventually others will want to pick at them
but you see growing is what makes a flower such as ourselves bloom into something we all aspire
we crave to be like other girls
with tiny waists,big butts,clear skin and so on
the same way others crave to be us
we spend so much time picking at every insecurity that
we waste tons on beauty products
so that we can get rid of the age wrinkles, the acne scarring, makeup to cover
up the flaws we behold
all because that's how society wants it
we are all beautiful
we don't need these false advertisements
that makes us believe that getting them will make us "beautiful"
when we already are
we have to learn to embrace our ancestors genes
prove to them we will nurture ourselves into becoming what they couldn't
back then women were slaves to their husbands
self love did not exist for them
so you see, do not ever think you are not worthy enough
you are intelligent
you are brave
you are strong
and you are beautiful
so its time to turn all your insecurities into seeds and grow them
every flower blooming at its own time
encourage all the women around you
we might have all been born in different wombs but at the end of it we are all
sisters
so imagine a world where we work together and bring all each other up wouldn't that be great?
a world where there's no competition
between women
no comparison
just love
I must have a bad concussion
Or in some kind of confusion
Giving you another chance
At supplying me romance
Sending new feelings in my soul
I just hope you pay the toll
And not gyp me like before
Leaving my heart hurt and sore
Losing kisses and soft hugs
Romantic fires and warm rugs
Were not your ability
I need some stability
Knowing I could come home to
Loving gestures made by you
But all I ever found each day
Was you pushing more away
Like I was a bad infection
I just wanted a connection
Hoping this time I will find
Something that will blow my mind
A reaction so big and huge
I will want to take refuge
In this excitement now and always
As I wonder if there's more ways
To keep me this fulfilled
Each kiss I'll take off the bill
That you owed me from before
Hugs reduce it even more
From the bottom of our heart,
through the windows of the eyes
We send vibrations to everyone,
from all corners, everywhere
for all continents...
Is the message of love, of tenderness
of faith... do you realize why?
Because it's Christmas time...
Time to live tenderly,
to live in peace and humanely,
with tenderness in the eyes and tenderness
in gestures...
It's Christmas, Jesus was born...
Jesus Christ is born...
Holy time...!
Ah, sad hearts
we shoudn't throw
the smallest joys
in the drawer of forgetfulness:
don't good souls search
for God and spend time
watching those rainbows
that change glow?
He's there adding His divine touch!
To whom do we pray
when we are left with the last dime?
The smallest joys
make us happy,
it's the laughter on our faces
that create spontaneous feelings!;
Nothing can return to its past glory:
there's no need to run
after them and scream;
they are forever ours
in that realistic dream!
We must defend
what we love for our sake,,
so harsh is reality
when we stay awake:
it stares at us as we
pretend to be in perfect harmony!
The smallest joys
make us happy,
it's so miserable to be crappy:
the silliest words
blend with our gestures:
it's the free exchange of emotions!