Long Go between Poems
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white capped peaks appear then go
cresting mountains blue and green
with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show
we cross what lays between
old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath
this realm no man’s to own
if careless of the swell and trough
you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn
with wary looks cast overboard
caulked timbers flex and cry
and oaths that seek divine accord
entreat the leaden sky
I promise I’ll go between no more
I’ll not sail again I swear
but then I itch to leave the shore
to once more be out there
so I’ll live in fear of her cold embrace
of the pull and her sway over me
when she calls my name with guileful grace
my mistress of the sea
The starting point is one:sixteen
God’s power through faith foreseen
One:seventeen’s righteous decree
Salvation by faith is the key
Three:twenty-three indicts us all
Sin’s “glory of God” shortfall
Four:three is Abraham’s lead
Faith the only righteous deed
Five:eight provides a Substitute
Sin had left us destitute
God’s love delivered up His Son
The payment for sin is done
Sidestep death in six:twenty-three
Eternal Life in Christ is free
No condemnation in eight:one
Never separated from God’s Son
Ten:nine-and-ten is the TNT
“Salvation power for faith in Me”
With your mouth you confess it
With your heart you accept it
“Believe My promises” in ten:thirteen
Jesus Christ our go-between
Faith in Him the only condition
For Kingdom of God admission
All Rise for the Queen!!
Embracing the scene,
Glowing glimmering green,
Your energy machine,
So divine,
Serene,
The unseen,
Your go-between,
She's here to intervene.
When Out of balance,
And feeling Unclean.
When acting obscene,
Jealousy, and envy,
Just plain being mean.
Running around all,
ME! ME! ME!
It's how we're trained to be.
Breathe,
Relax, come back.
Stay on track,
Pick up the slack,
Counter attack.
Build the rampart,
Play it smart.
Be the start,
Embrace your part,
With love in your heart.
You are the love I AM,
My counter part,
A work of art.
You were set apart,
The truth was buried,
Hidden within your Heart.
Such A powerful potion,
Our Loving emotion.
Like A Golden River Flowing,
The Energy set in motion,
Pouring like an Ocean,
Connecting each part,
Starting from the Queen,
Her chambers lie in the heart.
SINS OF THE FATHER
Just a maid,just sixteen,a serving girl ,
a go-between upstairs and downstairs,
her scene 'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master' son
a web of attraction, begun one rainy
afternon,in June;A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,an affair
one hot summer long, where despair does
conclude my song;A baby came the
next Spring but he sans a wedding ring
left for the Great War ,the wench,
the babyboth shown the door;In action,
the teenage swain died, the lass,with
bairn,cried and cried ,their kin,his family
with conscience money salved their pride;
NEVER TO RETURN
He went to be a soldier one cold and
wintry Spring,dying for a noble cause
that all then believed in;The lilac was just
budding when news of him was sent,
her last letter returned marked ' killed in action'
described ,the honeymoon they’d spent;
feeling the kicking baby within , Gran wept
and cried ,that April day,dear Granpa died.
NAN
So sad,full of care
the face of nan,
life,lines her beauty
so fair-
this girl full of care,
this face of love
'cross memory's chasm
I now stare;
And sadness hide-
For youthfulness
we cannot share
apart by kin's time-line divide
THE LEGACY
In circumstances unknown
she left this world alone;
‘neath the fast flowing Ouse-
we judge not nor accuse!
This lovely wife of thirty-one
whose beauty does transfix and stun;
dying in circumstance unknown-
leaving husband,daughter bereft,alone!
Heartbroken,distraught he searched
in weather, bitter and cold;
‘til a final illness took hold--
family tragedy again made,manifold!
Orphan Lily wept alone,just five
with now no family home;The Great
War just begun-her tiny world,undone!
Circumstances unclear,unknown, Frances
left this world alone;her legacy though lingers
long,in looks,of grand daughters of my song
You may care to listen to me reciting these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
You know how we sometimes analyze too much and forget to feel?
It’s okay to feel -
whether it be confusion
pain
sadness
anger
or you just want to cry -
even the strong ones like us get lost
we don't always say what we really need,
we hide behind things
we end up being the go between and supporter to everyone..
So tonight if you're lost
know that in your silence you can still
liaise with your Maker...
He sees beyond what you ever imagined
and most importantly He gives you the peace
and guidance you sometimes seek in others...
©134403112014
That place you go between dusk and dawn,,
hiding the child within.
Let it run free only when the door goes closed,
and no one else can see in.
Those people that loved, who made a difference..
cared so much, wanted only what was best
for you in life with no thanks.*
Braver than Superman, Wonder Woman,
and that guy with flags..
that stared down the Chinese tanks...
The ones who make you laugh, hold your hand..
when you just want to be left alone.,
say you can do it when you think you can't,
and hug you when the day turns to ruin.
So you have trust issues? I understand..
can't blame you for that., we all do.
This world makes its bones in bruised hearts,
at the expense of the innocent, gifted, and good.
There's no reason why it happens,
yet somehow we survive and go on.
It must mean something, you and I still..
left on this earth, it just does.
Maybe we're a puzzle piece left unfilled..
waiting for someone to complete us.
You have this time.., it is yours, do with it as you may.
For me it's sitting here writing this poem..
though I wish so much more for you,
and your special someone this day.
I don't have all the answers, or what the future holds.
I would be cautious of anyone that says they do.
To be honest, even some of the questions leave me cold.
So take care they don't take that which makes you, you.
Will they ever accept just who you are..
in a world where anything goes.
Or should you lock all feelings away in a jar..
my dear friend, only heaven knows.
Everybody needs something, every last one of us
wants.., only to live.
I wish you luck in life, good health, and love..
and the chance to get as well as you give.
*Mr. Rogers
What Is Love?
In my dramas it’s so sweet and always seems to have me on the edge of my seat but… that’s not quite what I see. I grew up in a shattered household. Parents separated before I could read. Hate so deeply seeded you wonder if you’re forced to choose sides in a war of despise. Forced to choose and mediate. The go between because they can’t seem to communicate. Given twisted visions of the love and forced to envision if this is just some. Hoping and dreaming to have love like you see on the screens, but forced back to reality by the arguments between. Parents who can’t get along long enough to be in the same room for moments in your life that feel like achievements to you. But what is love? I’d like to know the truth. Cause to a kid from a broken home, it feels there’s no use. Love feels like a means to an end. Something that’ll break as soon as it truly begins. I look around and see toxic behaviors and then… what happens to them all? They end up broken. Why would I put myself through that when I’ve seen it before? I know what’ll happen, I don’t need to settle a score. So what is love? I hear it’s supposed be this great thing. But from I’ve seen, it’s no call for celebration. It’s just a temptation. It will be over soon, there’s no hesitation. So is this love I’m feeling or just admiration? It’s so convoluted, I start to feel stupid. My feelings so lost from my broken delusion paired with disappointing illusions. So what is love? I need to find what the truth is.
Just a maid,just sixteen
a serving girl,a go-between
upstairs and downstairs ,her scene
'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master's son
a web of attraction,begun
one rainy afternoon,in June;
A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,
an affair that hot summer long,
despair did conclude that song;
A baby came the next Spring
but sadly sans a wedding ring,
he ,departed for the Great War,
the wench and baby shown the door;
In action,the teenage swain died,
the lass,and bairn,cried and cried
the family ,their kin despised,
conscience money salved their pride;
She another was to marry,
Her boy cared for by his Granny
Ne're once more to see this first son
None alive know why this was done.
Consequences lived on from my tale
as ,an emotionally crippled male.
I OPENED A DOOR
TO PLACE NEVER SEEN.
MORE OF A NIGHTMARE
THAN IT WAS LIKE A DREAM.
FREEDOMS WERE BURNING
AS WERE THE STATES.
HEADS THAT WERE SEVERED
WERE ON SILVER PLATES.
TRUTHERS WERE SLAUGHTERED.
LIERS WERE PRAISED.
CHILDREN WERE CHIPPED
AND SHEEPLE WERE RAISED.
BEHIND THE SCENES
IT'S A. I. CONTROLLED.
MILITARY TYPE
ROBOTIC PATROLLED.
EVERY THOUGHT.
FROM EVERY LIVING BEING.
RECORDED LIVE.
A.I. IS SEEING.
BEYOND IMPRESSIVE.
UNIVERSALLY WIRED.
I JUST CAN'T IMAGINE
WHO WOULD DESIRE.
DEEP IN THE OCEAN.
IN THE DEEPEST OF SEAS.
CITIES OF CREATURES
EAT HUMAN BEINGS.
I STEPPED BACK AND THOUGHT,
OF WHAT I WAS SEEING.
I FELT LIKE A CHILD
GOING THROUGH TEETHING.
CHILDREN WERE GROOMED
AND LATER ARRESTED.
SOLD TO OFFICIALS
BEFORE THEY'RE MOLESTED.
ADULTS DISAPPEARED
WERE FED TO THESE CREATURES.
THE CHILDREN THEN FOLLOWED
WITH THE VERY SAME FEATURES.
RAISING CHILDREN
TO BE SERVED AS BAIT.
ABUSED AND DISCARDED
WHEN THE CREATURES ATE.
WHO ARE THESE CREATURES
WHO FARM HUMAN PEOPLE.
RAISED IN THE SUN LIGHT
SERVED UP AS SHEEPLE.
WHO ARE THE BROKERS.
THE GO BETWEEN PEOPLE.
WHO ABUSED THE CHILDREN
THAN SOLD THEM AS SHEEPLE.
THIS WAS A WORLD
WHERE ANIMALS ARE PEOPLE.
PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS
REFERRED TO AS SHEEPLE.
08192020
Where did time go between us?
Why did our friendship had to end in absence?
I look in the past for unanswered questions?
My eye's cries of sorrow and miserable.
So much guilt and remorse lies in my heart.
I can't at moment's to forgive myself for not saying ,
Goodbye to you.
I let the past tremendous hurt me.
Even though you said, you forgave me.
My Katie Brock.
I love you so much.
I need to hear your voice.
I need to hold you in my arms.
And never let you go again.
You are my life.
The air I breathe.
You are my inspiration I sing lillubies to.
I cherish you like the moon over the sun.
My Katie Brock.
Where do I go from here?
What will my life be without you?
My Katie Brock.
I love you so much.
Like two hearts and dove's that never separate from each other.