Long Glories Poems
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The laughter behind warm eyes
Twinkling with joy and delight
Imagining happiness only in dreams
Where this love lives unconditionally
Whispers of light inside a heart
Thriving with kindness, giving
Inspiration and assurance
That this love is completely fulfilling
Breathing gently against a heart
Hues of charity brough to life
By honest benevolence
Feelings grown through acceptance
Musical glories excite the heart
With melodies of pleasure
Sincerity and tenderness
Given through a gentle gift of faith
Miracles caress the spirit with love
Brought about by God’s gift to us
His natural reward of prayer and praise
Honoring the love from which we are made
You bring my heart all the love I thought
Was gone from my life
Without a chance of coming back
Yet, you have given me a love that is so alive
It sings, dances and thrills
With a strength that encourages me to believe
There are always ways to reach beyond
The pain and sorrow we’ve been through
Discover the soothing love
That comforts, consoles and creates
A place of exhilaration and grace
From a God who completes our plans
For love that will always be
Never ending – eternally
Alive and thriving
On the inside
Shadows of gray, dimming to dusk, then praying
like a dark winged raven – still as twilight
but pleading for the restlessness of afternoon storms,
wishing and believing, starving for the distant
glories – before the moments were spattered with dread,
before the colors were changed from light to a muted blue,
hesitating in the music, playing a cool, still ghostly tune
of what it means for the stars to let go of the moon,
what it means for the summer to let go of the sun,
what it means for the forest to let go of its leaves,
what it means for me to live in this life without you,
my moon, my sun, the leaves that dance in the breeze,
the me who believes, because you are gone,
summertime will never visit me again,
love will never grace my heart again,
light will never say, “shine with hope” again!
You were like a tender rose,
enchanting my spirit with your grace,
never hesitating to girdle me in your embrace,
always touching me with faith,
amazing me with your compassion, singing
like the poem who never stops composing
music like warmth, kissing away the darkness,
filling me with a sense of joy,
a gladness that never stops listening,
whispering through the rain, the snow, the storm,
serenity like only love can invite,
stirring a sensitive that only you could ignite,
promising me the world, heaven’s gift,
your love listening and preventing me from doubt,
soothing away every dark cloud,
writing the poetry in my soul’s manuscript,
pouring out light across my life,
you sing a song of hope throughout all time!
In your shadow, I find tears
remembering the grief, yet choking back the fears,
without you, am I really here?
finding solace in the joy you wrote
over my heart, my spirit, my thoughts,
joy only known by those who have loved deeply,
with love that can complete them,
love that heals and stills every tear, all fears,
whispering light across the night
and filling life with a sense of beautiful
that is beyond words, beyond songs,
beautiful that longs to see me through the dark,
silence each shadow with its hope,
forever, you will remain inside my thoughts,
inside my heart, forever – you will remain
my life’s brightest star,
my soul’s brightest song,
the music that caresses me when I’m wrong,
the melody that promises me
Yes, I can go on!
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields once died
from over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding
land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you Masons and Dixons)
cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues
I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do
You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories
And how nobody has it as hard as you
Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves
Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove
When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise
There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES…
The ebon night
has slowly waned
and the peaking dawn
waxes as the horizon slowly
raises its eyelid releasing
a sleepy orange glow.
Slowly, the giant
earthly eyeball begins
to brightly shine morning
with its eternal visioning of life
and another perpendicular promise
has been given to another paralleling
ebony night had caused my soul to wander.
This phenomenal sequential
experience of over eighty years
can only be deemed a precious blessing
of continuousness in the labor of love
and service God has so assigned me.
Having once again risen
with the bright sun and
the resurrected enlightening
awareness His son has bestowed
upon me, I give thanks; beseechingly
requesting divine wisdom and divine
guidance in my mission purpose
service to my creator by being
of service to fellow beings
with whom I collectively and
fearlessly travel through the valleys
of the shadows of death in the molded
footprints His love has left for me to journey.
Thus, once more and again
may I, be an instrument
of God’s molding peace
and an ebon reflecting mirror
of His eternal love as I seek to be
as warm sunshine in someone’s life
and they likewise in mine as we dove
soar with bright eyes still on the prize
in a new dawning of rejoicing gladness:-
It was when I reached my fortieth birthday.
Not so young, but, youthfulness ruled the day.
I was known as an educationist, around,
My intelligence and wisdom, they felt, was sound.
Not many were invited to my birthday party,
My friends said I looked hale-and-hearty.
Cut the cake and with all simple meals shared,
I felt, as though by all, I was loved and cared.
It's when I stood to thank each one that evening,
Something tucked my tongue for no evident reasoning.
I stood silent, shocked, perplexed and lost,
None could understand what had happened to the host.
I tried to talk. I could not. Tried again; failed!
Not knowing my state of mind my friends hailed.
When, after hard trials, like dew drops, my tears spilt,
All, around, understood. Lo! There’s some tilt…
They took hold of me and asked me what happened,
I could not articulate; all seemed so saddened.
Doctor - some said; That's what they soon did,
None could remove from my tongue that lid.
I, an orator, remained speechless. Is it God's work?
Or demons do such tricks that God gets the jerk?
I resigned to the state of affairs and remained silent,
Everyone around understood this and became quiet.
I felt my trouble is nothing before John Milton,
I could see; he could not; My path is, hence, silken.
Pain in me, yet, grew, like fire in a dry forest,
Though I seemed silent, within I had great tempest.
Having found no remedy in treatments mountainous,
I turned to God, who is bundle of boundlessness.
I surrendered to him and said - Give me speech -
In return, I will, your glories ever preach.
In return? O fool! What would you give God?
Inner mind said. What could to God you award?
It's, hence, I lay before him, as though dead,
As mute as a muted lute, I went ahead.
In one of praise and worship during night adoration,
I could feel, within my tongue, certain restoration.
Is it reality or illusion? I did never know,
Dumb will speak, scriptures said, if believed so.
I believed; trusted; relied on his immense power,
Many prayed during that very long operation hour.
I talked. They could understand me as before,
Does anyone know, yet, the truth within the core...???
God and God alone is the truth I firmly say,
Without him, for salvation, there is no other way...!
24 October 2022
ER: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A beautiful flower swaying in the breeze
Smiling beneath azure skies
Her warmth came with such ease
A gentle soul, a ray of light
Carolyn always had a kind word to say
To brighten someone's day
Got her wings and now she soars
Her poems live on for all to adore
She's found peace on heaven's shore
8-14-2021
Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"Many of mankind's best souls are leaving us now,
climbing a trellis of morning glories
to their promised reward."
From the poem, "In The Glory Of Morning", Written by" Carolyn Devonshire
I've heard rumors of unicorns
Seen only by the faithful sworn
Rising in glories you foretold
From valleys where oceans are born
You spoke of passages in gold
To take, if my vision was bold
Enough to follow where you led
Unquestioning, into the cold
I fell for promises unsaid
Surrendered to you every shred
Of light and beauty I once had
And to your dark delusions wed
We left as sun-blinded nomads
Criss crossing straight lines into plaid
As I remembered what I knew
Truth re-emerged, brightly unclad
I could pretend that red is blue
I could declare my heart stayed true
I could deny the voice of doubt
But I can't lie as well as you
10/09/21
ALLOWED SHINELY BLESSING GLEANING NEW DAY TIME
New are those the days blessed
Good are they
May the peace joy and love
Shine outside your window
And come in to you today from above
May your heart beat full of life and joy
Heaven glories shines on
Promises from our Father God will aluminate
From the Lord onto you all over
May your beautiful heart beat always?
Be just such a shining bright
So a light
Our Father shall allow you another blessing
Our Father His promises
He promises to strengthen you
To give you rest
To take care of all your needs
To answer your prayers
To work everything out
Out for your good to be
Be with you to protect you
Our God promises to help guide us
His faithfulness
Allotted man granting humanity his peace
His joy, His love Always
3/8/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©