Long Griefs Poems
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I deserve a tip
I know if I serve my people
I serve God
I know if I serve the world
I look foolish
in the face of the bad
I realise there is no
better way if I don't
sacrifice for my people
the hopes the dreams
the confidence
the future
I can see it in my people
they are from God
so I know if I serve my people
I serve God
I deserve a tip
like a humble servants
I chose to be in this
times of hardship
like a prophet the
words of redemption
never seize to exist
from the deep of my soul
this people has been through
a lot in a world trapped in brutality
this people has cried out
with all energy they got
just to earn freedom
my people is taken
for granted even in a
time of help
they are pushed away
to bleed in griefs
and when my eyes see
this calamities upon
my people I got no
choice than to serve
my people with love
I deserve a tip
the legacy I grow
can't be a lasting reality
with out the love of my people
I want my kids to be free
on the streets of the commoners
with no harm nor intimidation
I want the humanity I preach
to be given to all humans
I want to grow old
realising I own nothing
knowing I paid my dues
paid for the sake
of the love of my people
for the ultimate sake of
the better living of
all human
I want my words
to be read written
in the mind of the good
so I see the life I sick
in loving my people
so I serve them
with all I got
and if I deserve nothing
I will not worry
cos already love
is the ultimate goal
of all I gave
so with out been told
my people knows
I deserve to be remembered
I deserve a tip
I deserve a tip
I gave my talents
I gave my heart
I gave my best
I gave my spirit
I gave my words
I gave my music
I will gave more
I gave not for vanity
but for humanity
I gave cos I own nothing
and if there is a thing
I deserve from the
love I gave to mankind
I deserve a tip
I deserve a tip
just tip me back
with love
just tip me back with
care
just tip me back
with kindness
just tip me back
like a human
cos for all I gave
I own nothing
despite
I deserve a tip
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Written by : Elizabeth Barrett Browing
And still you scorn the confines life would cast
About your fixed and marked identity.
A father, lover, friend tried endlessly,
And all the cycled censors failed at last.
Now resurrected in your revived past,
At signal of the butterfly and bee,
Witness your love wedded in mystery!
Beyond the book, the dream once believed, you clasp.
Not what we read or see or trace in line,
Becomes the ultimate of greater worth;
It is the dream we hold as our own right
Unseen by men, but envied for the sign
It shines upon the face of these on earth
Who cling to love and faith beyond the light."
Emily Dickinson
Just thought that I would share..
I have always loved the first one..
Note these are by Elizabeth Browning and Emily Dickinson Not by me...
An enthralling entrancing time of the year,
When we are pensive and reflect on spiritual bliss,
Memories come back tiptoeing, joyful or sad,
Treasured friends and loved ones - we reminisce!
Emerald waves breaking on sand, griefs and
Heartaches, overwhelm with remorse, and care,
In the innermost, saddest corner of our mind,
Ring some unsought tinge of dismal despair.
Not aware who my scornful enemies were,
Never thought, disliked anyone with contempt,
Prayed ardently for their safety and wellbeing,
No harm was asked for, absolutely no attempt!
Let all human beings live in harmony…negativity,
Enmity doesn't solve any bitter problem,
Wishing happiness for everyone, close and far,
My heart feels peaceful, delighted, and solemn!
Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
My Response (for the challenge of Mystic Rose)
You love me quite profoundly. That I know
From this sweet poetry I now have read.
So many things are running through my head,
Like how I might with equal measure show
My love for thee as splendidly, but oh!
I stumble with my meager words instead.
My quill runs dry; all eloquence has fled.
I call upon my muse that verse might flow.
My love for thee is beautiful and strong.
With trepidation I confess to thee
Although I never want to do thee wrong,
Can I love as well and as steadfastly?
Please bear with me; one day my words a song
Will be to echo words thou wrote for me!
Written Feb. 20, 2016
Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,
Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!
I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!
Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!
Verse 1
Girlfriend Trouble
Pain
Hard
feelings
take hold.
A fight with her,
the one I care for,
and everything now
feels broken and heavy.
I just don't know what to do.
Why does love have to hurt this much?
Verse 2
Time Waits For no One
Tick.
The clock,
quiet machine,
Eat our youth whole,
Chews love into dust,
Leaves bones of memory,
Still,chase its shadow's tail,
Calling seconds by sacred names,
Pretending they'll stop if we sing the song,
We keep on running from the final tick
Verse 3
The River Forgets no Face
Flow.
Limps on
Through our sins
Washing lies away clean,
It hums to the drowned ones
Names carved in its ripples,
Even the mud remembers feet
No step unseen,no crime erased now,
The river keeps our softest griefs always,
Its ancient water never forgets a single
face
There is a music that weeps comfort,
Through the distance, in quiet moments,
Healing and blessing, reminding that His gentle grace
Will flow from the heavens, embracing,
Surrounding hearts with a lasting light – the source
Of love, His love…
There is a single tear, that whispers softly,
Through the spirit who listens
To the silence, the heartfelt lonely,
Blowing beyond the oaks and pines, in the forests
Of kindness, where He stirs the mind –
With feelings, beautiful…
There is the ghostlike echo, flinging wildly,
Endless prayers, who need to blaze,
Through the darkness,
Erasing shadows who aspire to reach the maze,
Trails of lessons, imaginations, amazed,
Singing to the soul with wounds, hearts broken
By the griefs, the regrets….
There is harmony in prayers, praises, blessings,
Shedding dewlike promises,
Lyrics wild like the roaring waves on seas,
Meant to bring the spirit incredulity,
Based on sunset tangerine, in buttery dreams,
While the azure skies secret stars,
Glistening in the inferno of a blazing serenity…
There is marvelous in the dance between,
Yesterday and circumstance,
Waltzing in faded feelings, mysteries,
Erasing the darkness, the night’s wistful
Melancholy, deaf to all the poetry
Found inside a leafy grace, a stem of faith,
Where life begins and hides each glimpse
Past memories, tell-tell signs,
Breathless signs of what is to come…
There is life in the yesterdays, the hues of light,
Falling past the memories,
Hesitating to believe the truth, trembling,
On the edges of sanity, silhouettes
Glowing, embers of lasting lessons, growing,
Messages from moments, history
Coaching the lingering yearnings to believe….
There is a song in each sleeping chapter,
Within this book of hopes and dreams,
Solitude beckoning from its destiny of charms,
Rewriting the moments, soft photos,
Fragile details in the shadows, selling joy,
Breathless thanks, heartfelt longings,
Breaking through the night,
Darkest moments just before the dawn…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart beats,
Like it is breaking, …
It never hesitates to assure,
There is a poem hiding in the lines,
Between you and me,
Between hopes and dreams,
Between the shadow and the light,
Between what is wrong and right…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart is breaking for you.
The morning breaks, but brings no golden ease,
Only the gray and unforgotten road.
Before the rushing of the waking breeze,
A quiet spirit gathers up its load.
Not with a shout, nor with a rebel cry,
Does strength awake to face the heavy day;
Beneath the vast and indifferent sky,
A single footfall measures out the way.
The shoe is worn, the quiet heel is old,
The ankle aches from paths too long and steep;
A story told in silent, heavy mold,
Of promises a weary heart must keep.
It is the step that knows the rocky ground,
That feels the pressure of an unseen stone,
Where not a single cheering voice is found,
And man walks through the valley, quite alone.
Weighing the arch, the sinew, and the bone,
The gravity of all that must be borne—
The secret griefs that cannot be outblown,
The silent battles of a life outworn.
Every single movement takes a hero’s grace,
A slow descent, a pressing to the floor,
To set the footprint in its destined place,
And push the heavy hinge of time a bit more.
Yet in this weight, a quiet power grows,
A dignity that lighter feet ne’er find.
For deep within the soil the pressure goes,
Leaving a mark of courage far behind.
The earth receives the impact, deep and true,
A signature of suffering turned to might;
With every heavy step it struggles through,
It carves a pathway toward a softer light.
So let the journey test the aching limb,
And let the road demand its heavy toll;
Though all the distant mountain peaks are dim,
The pace is kept by an enduring soul.
No winged flight is needed for the brave,
Who find their triumph where the shadows crept—
And conquer time, and cross the open grave,
Upon the turning of a burden step.
Once upon a woeful early December night nigh,
Who am I, in this fateful time of scry’s reprise?
Over many a quaint reminisce of my ghostly past,
Suddenly, feel eyes piercing again, with no end.
I looked around, to no avail; my time has end.
I turned and saw darkness cast.
As I went out in the dreary night, I felt peace,
Oddly enough, the crickets chirp, and the wind speaks.
I walk along the road, and yet I felt uneasy.
Again, those piercing eyes sunk deep into my griefs.
“Where are you?" I call out. "Can you hear my pleas?”
Again, I turned to dark seas.
Strolling about, footsteps echo, though path’s untrod.
I falter back home, but it's inconvenient fraud.
Back to the untrod path of what could be or not,
I look around, to no avail; I feel this facade.
Eagerly, I call out; now there are piercing prods.
I seek out the darkness's fraud.
I see no evil, hear no evil. What are you?
I gently crept all about with no sound; I’m bound
Bound to seek you and end this childish game you play.
How come I have heard no sound? Are you not profound?
Thy hide an enigmatic like bound that surrounds.
Are you in the darkness bound?
Come out from hiding; I know thy eyes follow thee.
Why won’t you listen to me? Do you speak in threes?
I know you are out there; why do not you reveal?
How do I convince thee speak to me? Please, please, please?
I wait for an answer, but only I say, “Pleas.”
I spoke to you in threes; do you need some more pleas?
The wind blows against my ear, and I hear nothing obscure.
A distant echo runs into my ear; I call, “Who is there?”
Echo no more; the sound is clear, I call out again.
Footsteps follow; finally, it emerges from darkness’ air.
It has appeared. Who is there? Make me aware!
It calls out, but not clear.
I got a glimpse of the figure that finally answered my call,
A wraith that seems to haunt my memory.
Its eyes, like embers, cold, dead, and deep,
And though the form looked cloaked in dread,
A ghostly echo of what’s dead,
A past that whispers in my sleep.
In the colors of laughter, leaves
Vibrant, dancing, rustling
Joyous and graceful, hurried
Blowing through the still of autumn,
Writing stories of light,
Falling so the world seems so right…
In the colors of music, playing
Energetic, pulsating, rhythmic
Gentle as the stars, glistening
Pouring out smiles
Where dazzling dreams fade,
Stirring the winds of fate…
In the colors of a shadow, sheltered
Animated, awake, radiant,
Still as a flame, burning prayers
In left over hearts, so amazed
By the gestures of a night
Penetrating souls with such power…
In colors of peace, serenity
Glowing, vivid, excited,
Willing to remember, nostalgic
As the semblance of a life,
Blessed by the stars, evoking
Stolen thoughts – sweetest calm…
In colors of hesitant leaves,
Burgundy, rust, richest gold
Raining through the silence, breathless
Risking the quiet, seeking
To defend the spirit who lives
In the whispers of autumn, the wind…
In colors of autumn, trees
Taunted by the music of gusts,
Blowing across the soul
Who knows God’s love, it colors
Everyone in a brilliant glow,
Blessings who seek the tranquil…
In colors of autumn, twisting
Turning, rising and deciding
Whatever comes, God’s the One
Who settles the griefs,
Who silences the trees,
Teaches us to believe… even though we don’t see…
Beyond the sighs of autumn’s leaves,
Beyond the forests, through the trees,
Where we fall to our knees,
Praying, praising, seeking the peace
That comes to the soul who simply believes,
The soul who believes – in the Creator’s genius!