Long Girt Poems
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Dawn draws her line along mother earths face
And she turns to bask in her lovers light
And so Dawn comes in turn to every place
She brings us forth from the long dark night
Here is where the ocean meets the land
Vast and deep and so different from the dirt
Crashing on the rocks, lapping against sand
Pebbles pushed to and fro, the globe she girt
Steepening mountains come to abrupt end
Where they scrape against the blue blue sky
the cliffs stand and harbor no foe nor friend
And here the very earth just falls away
this is where the day unfurls
this edge is where souls uncurl
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Here they are standing aloof on the backside of town
Here they are sitting on the bare, stricken ground
with strange smells filtering all around.
Smells that fill the atmosphere with an awful stench.
disgusting smells, horrible smells coalesce with
burning incense and perfume to conceal the terrible odor.
Here they are with their self made army
sipping a bottle of dry whiskey
weapon in hand trousers girt tight
ready and waiting to fight.
This night the north wind blows furiously through villages and
towns, tearing down barricade, overturning powerful trees
sending derbies flying as far as six feet in the air.
They stood and watch from a mutual spot
occasionally running for cover each time
the wind gets close to their border.
They waited anxiously for this night to cease but
the turbulence agitated them and kept them on their feet.
I saw them pacing back and forth unable to bare the
cold that penetrated their intoxicated soul.
Amidst the raging wind I obtained comfort from within,
I located a quite place in a hole where I could sing,
and hide away from the infuriated and vicious wind.
I meander away quietly in a deep sleep and later
appeared on an extensive stretch of fertile land.
There I was walking peacefully on this vast land
an immense land filled with mango trees
trees whose branches were laden with different species of mangos.
Among them were mango trees that were filled with blossom.
The blooming trees smiled at me with intense glory.
Green mangos of contrasting shapes and sizes hang humbly
from the encumbered branches creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I walked around composedly and admired their awesome beauty
and absorb the magnificent scenery that filtered beyond the land.
I faded slowly into day break and plunged into a harmonious atmosphere.
©2014 Christine Phillips
So deep in sin, I turned away
The skies above were darkest Grey
Then I repent on bended knee
And Jesus Christ delivered me
A rainbow shone, the clouds rolled back
He set my feet on the right track
I'll forgive for he forgave me
And Jesus Christ delivered me
Then, lo, one day again I fell
An open door to evil hell
Truth of this He made me to see
And Jesus Christ delivered me
Don't get comfortable with sin
You are welcoming devils in
Obeying Thy God gives you a key
And Jesus can deliver thee
Salvation from death we obtain
But open doors let in the rain
So, light of God you cannot see
But Jesus can deliver thee
All power and strength, there's no shame
When you cry out in Jesus name
Resist the devil, he must flee
Jesus, the Lord delivers me
Ephesians six will document
The armor of God, it's intent
Wear it for the whole world to see
How Jesus can deliver thee
The helmet of His salvation
The first step in this race we run
Protection from Satan's deceit
Yes Jesus will deliver thee
When all my sins I do confess
I'm covered in his righteousness
Sinless Christ nailed them to the tree
None but He could deliver me
No shin guards, flexibility
So we can pray on bended knee
Humble ourselves unto the King
The King of Kings deliver thee
A hunger for the word of God
With the gospel my feet are shod
I'll be prepared to preach God's peace
So Jesus can deliver thee
With truth My loins are girt about
All life flows from the river's mouth
The truth will set me free indeed
And Jesus Christ delivered me
Take up the shield of ancient faith
Trust in the promises God saith
Satan's darts of fire miss me
Each time Jesus delivers me
The Bible is a two edged sword
Father will always keep his word
I draw it shining, from it's sheath
This Word made flesh deliver thee
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Let the tables turn;
Let this day return
Again and again;
I feel insane
Without you, my dear;
Our friendship’s sheer.
O, my best friend,
Amity has no end;
Best wishes for you;
Nothing can hurt you,
For you will stay girt
With the love from my heart.
Do not feel morose;
Life, as usual, goes,
But our amity will bring
You back to health and sing
The glories of life,
Banishing age-old strife.
Stay strong, stay strong,
Sing life’s glorious song.
Life is for us, for us all.
Listen to life’s sweet call.
O, chum,
Let us hum
Life’s glory,
Not such flurry.
Aye, the hospital
Must give disposal;
I would say, I do say
To dream of a sunny day.
What can COVID-19 do?
It can never, never touch you.
We can win, this we must defeat;
Get ready for life's dear drumbeat.
There is the sun, there he is, yes, he is
To make the cloud come to the cease.
Happy birthday, happy birthday!
Many happy returns of the day.
The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND
Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the mountain ranges my eyes dart.
Sweet, the giddy puffy white clouds above
outstretch his arms to share a shady luff
amongst swarming emerald Spruce that skirt
'round the silky slopes-- like some gloves.
Down quiet is the Loch that stretches its girt
of lucidity allowing passerby's to see pert
Salmon and Trout dancing playfully below,
Delighting both my eyes and so my smart,
a fishing rod, I want to slowly low.
This nature's wonder, I behold for free
soon, I surely want to share with my honeybee.
Some bumpy, some smooth are the long winding roads
One day along my ride, I say hello to this Adonis man
Easy as one, two and three our talks-- climb and flowed
Excluded in my plan, wow! Our love story began...
Cascading soft and longer is our attention span
so velvet then is the glowing blow of our said hello.
No longer, I desire Japan but be home in your land
as to the World's theatre we want to show,
our love like barley seed it sprouted and it grow!
Bright yellow bloom it is while us, a fever red
of fruitful trust and hopeful tomorrows. . .
May we never bleed then later be shred,
instead, like the Spruce wrap 'round the slopes
together we will hold hands to boldly cope and lope.
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©O. E. Guillermo
10:31 pm, January 19, 2015
There are rules, one must follow
For any event, to maintain decorum
Religion and Politics are forbidden
No matter the event, venue or forum
You may, however, invite a representative
One in the know, but no passion allowed
No one mousy, and withdrawn
But one who loves to be seen, mingling in the crowd
Be sure to bring to the table, identity
People can relate with "named," special, folk
Never bring a whitewashed fool
Or someone whose fallen from grace into the butt of a joke
When the rubber meets the road, reaction is action
No slamming on the brakes! Just ease into the take
Avoid those who are at the extremes
Too little, too much, the middle is always safe
You can bring them to a boil, slow and easy
Their breath will slip away, into the grave
.....we need bodies....not PEOPLE!!!!
Life events, without connection, discernment
Bodies moving to the music on the dance floor
If the disc, cd, computer program fails, no problem
There's the record, always playing at the back door
Habits, called religion, politics, safety, security
Keep logic from making a run to sanity's red alert
Even when all the events have been experienced
And the last card played, the loins are girt
..................about with...............................truth
We are going to our last destination
With ticket in hand, to the pearly gates
And when the roll is called up yonder
Plan "B"ers will finally see GOD don't play
.......................by man's rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/03/2020
You have been walking on that ground since you were a child and you still have not examined the broken lines, you have been playing on that field since you start crawling on your knees and still you have not figured out how to mix lemon with honey.
You have been playing on the middle ground since you were three and you should know the turns like ABC. If I bend my back and cross my knees you will receive a letter from me; some mountains are hard to climb but strategy will save you just in time.
I lit a candle and wander around in the dark searching for that spot where I will meet with the lark, it is that little section around the bend where the crucifix meet with the troublesome heavens, and the clouds keeps turning about and the elements in the sky start to run and shout.
The universe with its ultimate proportion finds the exotic rhythm and starts sing, and I stretched my ears beyond the plane to block out the terrible shame and align myself with the ground for that is where the mystery is found.
The stars and the planets are sealed up with the Gods and the Indus Valley lay bear waiting for something dynamic to share; the Bronze Age of civilization is welled up in the northwestern regions of Southern Asia, cruising from corner to corner and from three thousand three hundred BCE to thirteen hundred BCE, they have been baking a giant cake for you and me,.
The ancient Egyptian and Mesopotamia family have been searching diligently for me they are one of three early civilizations of the Near East and South Asia and they have built an empire out of the diamond and gold and place it in the center of my soul.
The ancestors have paid the sacrifice a million times and when the time is right you will break through the gate and collect the golden plate.
The center ground keeps moving around and the birds keep flying from town to town, the side bars are easy to slide and a miracle is waiting by your side, study the field once more before you walks through the miracle door.It was built specially for you, just to make your dream come through.
When you are in the middle, they attack you from both sides so girt your waist with extra pride and extend your right and left elbow on both sides to scrape up all the prize. The middle ground is hard to find; the middle ground is where destiny abideS.
Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam
Rata tata rata tata bam
Ta pime yaah ta pimi yaah bam
Tears drip from the face of the weeping drum.
The drum the drum the drum
Screaming and shouting
Crackling and rackling
Dispelling a mighty woeful sound.
Ica mama ica mama rata tata rata tata bam.
Thousand of them pouring in the street
Following the sorrowful and painful drum beat
amba picka amba picka amaba pika bam
Girt up your waist and run
Ban your belly and come
Weeping and wailing flooding the street
Mournful singers and dancers entertaining in grief
While traditional women light thousand of candles
To feed the souls and expel the dark forces of the devil.
Ah namba ramba tata ramba tata bam
Emotions run high, increasing tension in the sky
Filling hearts with burden too heavy to bear
Causing them to rent their garment in despair.
lingo bam bam lingo bam
bam lingo bam bam lingo bam
The sound grew louder and louder
Waking everyone out of their agonizing slumber
And forcing them to congregate in village, cities and towns.
They beat the drums all night, and marched around the city wall
Blowing horns, chanting despondent words that it might fall.
Beat the drum brother man
Round up the youths to join the band
Sound the drum a little louder
March into the devils territory
And trample Lucifer under your feet.
Beat the drum brother man
Beat the drum and sing a victory song
Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam
Rata tata rata tata bam
Beat the drums brother man
Beat the drum for Mr. Steve and drag him into the circle
Ica mama ica, mama rata tata rata tata bam.
Expel the tormenting spirit of that relentless destructive devil.
Rata tata rata tata bam.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Universe I'm part your girt;
I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;
Lightening strikes;
Thunder voiced;
Seldom sparks;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;
Father Elohim, from the beginning;
You never end, such as so you're mine friend;
You sent me down through creation;
Come unto my creation;
Universe I'm part girt;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;
I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;
I am not of the angel alumni;
Coming down from heavens skies;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;
11/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023