Long Give and take Poems
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Here within gloom, each movement makes
Or break old rules to set again
The breath of room to give and take
Both wise and fool to spark the plain.
No need to run or fight or cry
For day is done ere it began
In realms of pun that flavoured sigh;
So do have fun dear solemn friend.
Earth breeds this wood, and fire must burn
Wood in sure air, as water cools
Earth in fine mood that must in turn
Cycle despair in knave and fool.
Elements swing in fluid sure grace
As if to tell the story set
In fall and fling of time and space;
Yes, we do well to feed and fret.
So in-between this wax and wane,
Each random show must surge and die
A thousand dreams in life's sure lanes;
Give up the glow as ashes ply.
But now is here, and life goes forth
Brave in empty yet sure and fiery;
Passion finds sphere seeking true North
Hazy, dimly, in the blurry.
Indulge your feel in human stuff,
The things that burn away the grime;
Align and heal broken enough
To quickly turn, go beyond time!
For start is end, and ending starts;
The circle set in cycle sure;
All life thus trends to one pure heart
The core where wet and dry crafts pure!
For end greets start, and starting ends;
The broken links joined once again
In mind and heart in unknown blend
The seamless think that now feels sane.
Thus, time and space have come around
To fill the form where noise pollutes;
Love casts the pace in common grounds,
That lively norm that thought includes.
So on and on, and round and round,
The seasons rush and tumble down;
Movement beyond to spirit found
In soul and trust, both smiles and frowns.
Leon Enriquez
08 Apr 2014
Singapore
I stand outside your house of rhyme,
but will not enter in
it was to me, a welcome place
where love would always win
a place of sweet camaraderie,
a place of give and take
It was to me a haven that
I never would forsake
But now I stand here at the door
and know this will not be
the place that welcomed me and so
I turn away to flee
before the walls of sturdy words
is blurred from tear filled eyes
I take a look through window clear
that's curtained with the lies
I see inside a cheery glow,
there burns an ardent fire
Another muse now there resides
and she is your desire
My words have lost their warming touch
like stones they lie all dead
and yet one time, they were divine;
you worshiped them in bed
I turn my back and walk away
no more a welcomed guest
and though you ask of me to come
I'll silence your beheast
My heart will not indulge a tear;
no longer will I weep
Your house of rhyme will one day fall;
its rubble, I will sweep.
Eileen Manassian
Our hearts have chambers, four in all;
like caves, they are defined and seen.
But there are hidden caves within
where our emotions live between.
The Cave of Love, the largest one,
is filled, but sometimes shuts its door.
Much better to keep it ajar
so give and take can flow, restore.
And next to it, the Cave of Faith;
it feeds our hearts with gifts of trust
in God, our Earth and those we love;
and also in ourselves, a must.
Along with Faith, the Cave of Hope
puts sunshine in our hearts so bright,
that lifts us up no matter what,
through sunny days or dark of night.
The Cave of Service in our heart
is filled with help to fellowman;
must keep its contents flowing out...
a part of our survival plan.
At last, the Cave of Thankfulness
provides an echo loud and strong.
Our hearts get fuller with the joy
when gratefulness sings its sweet song.
Heart chambers hold the beat and flow
that keep our bodies so alive.
But unseen caves where "heartfelt" lives,
our magic inner selves survive.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile 16
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 02/05/2019
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Caves
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/07/2016
Friend, you think you’ve fallen
into the bowels of an endless abyss.
Trust that it will not be infinitely dark
and you will find a way to survive this.
Live through every moment of your grief as you must.
It will somehow make you stronger.
This is a test you must complete:
no instructions, no shortcuts, no quick fixes.
You’re stronger than you think because
you’ll be there for those who count on you.
You’ll find the strength to step up to the plate
and know the right things to do.
There’s a give and take to life,
a time when you must be ready to let go.
Weave your sorrow into the fabric of your days.
Courage is the cape you wear for invincibility.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Thou art O Lord a unique One,
And I am a value-less nought,
(Sans thee oh what a worthless dot!)
And an object of abject fun!
I've come thence to thee, this to plead:
Be thou Good Lord my life's sole lead
And let me just tag on to thee,
To One-- zeroes like chicks of hen--
In various powers of ten,
This way can we grow, ye and me.
Sans zeros One remains just one,
Sans One, zeros are next to none.
This way it may sound a wee bit selfish,
But so-how’s cooked in this world every dish!!!
______________________
Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 02.03.2007 | humour
Note: Most prayers sound like a bucket list of wishes and wants. Often, they are conditional give and take— if you grant me this O God, I'll do that, so on so forth. This ditty has reduced it to a business deal, no less!
Read also 'Take heart, thou canst all I can', a sequel from this.
Love is not a volatile shallow stream,
There's whirlpool of passion and zeal within;
Liking is not love or vice versa seem,
Love is its sole kind; love alone can win;
Love can be concern, union, emotion,
Affection, evaluation, tight-bond,
Ready, even to sacrifice one's self;
With these, love moves like a locomotion;
There are, often, hopes that look like mere fond,
Love, like its name, contains all in itself...!
Love, I could feel, is reciprocity,
Give-and-take; take and give; joy overflows;
Wherever there seems an atrocity,
Though be alone, love stands and does oppose;
Love is not merely a flesh-blood substance,
It's heart-piercing ardor-filled fine feeling,
Love is greatest of divine fellowship;
Though, at times, it does things in reluctance,
Owing lack of therapeutic healing,
Conviction-filled duties, love does not skip...!
Love bestows values of every nature,
Love lets revaluation of values;
Love is love's unrivaled nomenclature,
Whatever is not love, love devalues;
None knows where did and does this love come from,
Do tempests bring this here on endless earth?
Do volcanoes and tsunamis accord?
When hostilities turn me wholly numb,
When inertia finds its dearth of mirth,
Love and love could be the only concord...!!!
29 April 2022
Some people find it difficult to say thank you to your married partner. One can hardly stress the importance of saying thank you to God first. After that saying thank you to your wife is important too. Looking back I have a string of thank you to my departed wife. I cannot mention them all, but I give her thanks
• for saying yes to marrying me,
• for all our kisses, hugs and love,
• for always adopting “a give and take” attitude,
• for always being caring,
• for always being understanding,
• for not expecting me to be perfect,
• for every good advice you gave me,
• for being supportive in times of worry,
• for spending most of our free time together,
• for all our vacations together,
• for keeping faith in me when I was maligned by an anonymous caller,
• for all our prayers together,
• for all our romantic attitudes and not just sex,
• for never fighting in the whole of our life together,
• for solving the small differences that crop up in life,
• for our lovely daughter, Sandra,
• for always relying on me when you were sick,
• for your smile even in times of worry,
• for always loving each other until death did us part,
• for caring for me even from your heavenly place.
Never to be forgotten.
I'm not writing another
All the words have since been said
Besides, it's dark and it's cosy
As I lie alone in bed
I'll magic up a subject..
Let the words just tumble out
Be proactively cathartic
A poetic layabout
Not intentionally lazy
Let me just be clear
I know you read my title
So, while I've got you here..
Not another soliloquy
No balcony or lyre
But love is still our destiny
The rest place for desire
As humans we are wired
Chasing all that burns within
I hope to keep you reading
Don't just drop me in the bin
Love is more than just ethereal,
Elusive and aloof
We need to take a journey
And I'll offer you some proof..
So jump right in and join me
Or paddle round the edge
My words will gently lull you
I'll be honest; is my pledge
Close your eyes just for a second
Take a breath and drift away..
Let the troubles of the world subside
Leave the worries of your day
Find that quiet space within you
Like the centre of a storm
There's a chair with your name on it
And a blanket, so you're warm
As we all do this together
Feel the lesson that we learn
There's a love so deep within us
That we do not have to earn
We can give and take, it's easy
Cheap transactions see us through
Yet, internal love more precious
This is heaven's gift to you
As the debris swirls and clatters
Feel the wind across your face
At the centre of existence
Love reserves for you a place.
So, I'm done. The worst is over.
You've endured my 'nonsense' rhyme
But just sit a while here with me
Our only enemy is time
Let's secure these precious moments
That equip us for the test
Let that purest love within you
Be the well-spring for the rest
Jinjagoliath
18th November 2023
In our measure of the passing time,
Curious circles fill the counted days—
Numbered moments scarred by transiting light,
The heaven’s moguls bruise our joy and blight,
And give, and take, and measure what we mean.
Time, indifferent, measures us; it loops
Around the heaven’s span and grids the world.
Saturn still stutters—constant sorrow speaks—
Today recedes into tomorrow’s loss;
Yet clocks in circles go, and we pay cost.
O god of time, your circles go and go,
Returning slow, then turning wingèd, fast—
They come, they go—there’s time enough for love.
Meanwhile I scan the horizon with my mind,
And seek the curve of her Belt of Venus—fire—
A circumference of sunset reds that span
The sky; on sight she’s timeless, swaying slow,
A pendulum—its fixed foot steady—rings
My day; her pulse keeps measure as it swings.
And in night’s sanctuary, as we roll
On sweat-slippery fields of red-ochre bliss,
We kiss the kiss that turns and kisses back.
Then, as I watch her breathing come to rest,
Time stops—
and takes my breath away.
the quiet room gently lit
by an incandescent light
overseen by a rising moon
that pervades the nearby space
while a gentle hush permeates
the air all around.
with no expectation of taps
upon the vigilant door
no urgent voice
calls for a swift reply
the tranquil mind released
from constant give and take
begins slowly to stretch
its own forgotten limbs
that blissfully wanders
through old galleries of thought
unearthing a tender peace
that crowds can`t deliver
the ticking wall clock
turns to a steady friend
a considerate pulse
against the silent walls
where one can silence
the worries of the day
let the trivial troubles
simply drift away
an old book lies open
waiting patiently
its words are mine alone
to peruse and fully taste
with no hurried undertone
tempering the inner spell
no need to rush through
the turning of the page
the selected space
this sovereign solitude
allows the inner self
full scope to truly breathe
with whirling and twirling thoughts
lulled and laid to rest
and all daylight tribulations
cast aside upright
the self becomes familiar
reachable and complete
not fractured by needs
of worried souls
with a quiet strength
starting to gently bloom
nourished by silence
beautiful and deep
tomorrow`s tasks may yell
with all their obligations
but now, this loneliness
holds the truest gift
to be, not just to exist
without the need to prove
the deep contentment
found in being oneself.