Long Grit Poems
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Unknown...like he never existed,
unseen by others as the truest friend;
a modest poet clinging to his own breath,
never panting,never fretting to reach the top...
trying to keep his courage up
with the illusion of fame!
Killing his time by the sizzling shore,
where someone lay down before...
to write verses in the hot sand,
fearing that the unkind wind
would wipe them off in a minute;
passersbys stop and stare
with admiration in their curious glare!
Dark clouds over his glorious dreams
have invaded his discontent soul with illusion,
where his obscure thoughts
reject his ambition so stagnant;
if pelicans,eagles and seagulls
soar over the azure oceons
with zest,freedom and grit...
to find what they need for their survival,
why is he so miserable and hopeless...
trapped by an induced loneliness?...
But only his wretched heart and mind
know his enduring pain!
Unread,forsaken and rediculed
for his open honesty,
filling the void with his trembling pen;
his unforeseen,big day may come
when his tired hand can't write
anymore on the smooth sands' dunes...
desperately calling on
the only trustworthy friend,
whose comfort is needed
more than the reality
of the dark clouds
over his glorious dreams!
*Image of It Begins by Pixabay.
Longanimity
Longanimity stretches a sowers grit for CROPS
actuality, albeit, can likewise be ones, calm, cool,
collectivity as the bounty of the reapers' CHOPS,
sublimity achieves nature advances as its jewel.
TESTS question one's prospect of forbearance
while tackling the crisis giving an appearance
BEST'S a favorable triumph of transparence
file away any despair entitling perseverance.
Impassiveness spread an outlet of snug DOORS,
abstractedness harps on focus, hard to fathom
jaggedness being unclear like peace and WARS,
disingenuousness, apathy, or idle our phantom.
POWER inspires valor to meet jeopardy, fortitude
being such intros a key to the crux, bid latitude,
EMPOWER one's gut to safeguard, ne'er subdued
freeing tribulation via best beliefs as its prelude.
Stoicism, Hellenic integrity of pleasure or PAIN,
prism of sorts to veer a beam or invert an image
schism hence lacks objection, curiosity ABSTAIN
escapism from reality treats a sublime vicinage.
ACTS of noble goals, confront peril, magnanimity
breeds one's bigheartedness forward, generosity
MAX the merits as concerns swamp, equanimity
seeds grounds to endure, merciful re longanimity.
2022 March 05
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 March 27
*NOTE: The Triple Lento form I used above is known as a CROSS LENTO, formatted as; 1st quatrain, start rhyme, aaaa, end rhyme, bcbc; 2nd quatrain (CROSS) start rhyme dede, end rhyme, ffff, 3rd quatrain (CROSS), and so on. A Lento has (2) quatrains, Cross Lento can only be used in double (4), triple (6), or chain Lentos (8 or more).
Love cannot be manufactured
in the grit and grunt factory
MAKE IT HAPPEN mentality
Is lame
Love is a blinding light reality
Perhaps more like a gentle awakening
A growing awareness of a fragrance
whose permeation has reached fullness
Becoming heady, strong
It’s been there all long
But now it burst into throaty song
Love cannot be manufactured
Love cannot be commanded
It cannot be stolen
Enticed
Love refuses to be BOUND
No, Love is an entity
that VISITS
that touches.
When welcomed,
LOVE LOVES TO DWELL-
an indwelling spirit
It places a DO NOT DISTURB sign
on the heart's door
Protecting the union of souls
from the prying eyes outside
Love cannot be manufactured
This I have learned
As a testament to this timely truth
I DECLARE:
Love cannot be manufactured
I love you,
I declare
With my own poetic flair
In this, my meaning, luxuriant
Let my love your heart satiate
For my love,
Be sure of this:
Love cannot be manufactured
I love you
And on this Declaration of Dependence on You
I rest my case!
Eileen Manassian
Come O Death when bells toll, too late nor soon,
Thy fault too often times is waiting long,
Come at right time and thou art such a boon,
To scorn thee means: pain of life to prolong,
O come, carry out thy thankless duty,
Thou art benign, not masked in mystery.
Mortal mankind is made of shorter breath,
And journey’s milestones paved in paths of death,
One of which’s marked in my name, I believe,
Ye can’t be deemed as a monstrous devil,
It is the soul that has opted to leave,
And which having its own will, lives on still.
Death, thou art not an unresolved riddle,
Life lives on, firm in a long journey's saddle
To pursuit of evolution's struggle,
Wherein to die ere time’s a sin evil,
But when ye come, I know well not to haggle,
Not to die when time’s due is greater ill.
Scoring a goal but once is no life's aim,
I’ll strive on till ye break for interval,
I’ll keep the ball in play till last whistle,
And what ends is one round, not entire game,
I’ll keep in mind, there's always extra time,
To keep my grit alive, play with all prime.
And life that rises like sun in death sets,
Arising in time for the next voyage,
Death's like penning life's penultimate page,
Nigh like leaping in dark that frightful gets,
Just as in winter a migrating bird,
I’m a poet in search of my last word.
But when ye come at last, help me O Death,
With my baggage of burden, my pen's crimes,
Vague whispers and half truths writ in good faith,
Help me polish my pen in life’s new climes,
So, let me die pen and paper in hand,
Till then keep inspiring me O my friend.
Still, I’ve a lot stored in my aged mind,
I’d like to take forward, not leave behind,
So, O Flames, burn them not to ash, be kind.
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Musings | 02.11.2011, revised Jan 2023 | Sestina on death
Black flower
Sprouting from the rocky soil of the slums.
Powering through the cool concrete tombs.
Sweeping the devil from Eve's main street.
Floating fast away from the carnal grate.
Sipping from the grail, God's sweet rain.
Now, you're blooming like an ebony pearl.
Despite the deep stain of steepening struggle...
It was all about your spirited heart and grit.
You'll not be a flower on a teary clown's lapel.
You're a sparkling star atop a gem-kissed hill.
Pinprick temptation awaits-don't drift astray.
Doubters and detractors are fleet and persistent.
Forge iron discipline within the hue of good faith.
On occasion, flash petals like battle axe blades.
Thrashing mind ogres into a cracked nonexistence.
Do honor your sextant soul...
Never drift back into the abyss
of the concrete's snake-eyed grip...
Black flower.
(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
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Laugh with clear poise
Oomph outlasts noise
Voice well your choice
Etch passion bright
Live precious light
Yes feel what's right
Bright blessings bloom
Lasting cheer rooms
Etch love that booms
Sense succinct stay
Set ample days
Indulge wise ways
Now and here see
Glimpse what will be
Feel play and spree
Opt to be good
Reap wonder's food
Mind well each mood
Yield charming wit
Grace shapes each fit
Reach with true grit
Ask for good cheer
Note wholeness here
Dream of grand spheres
Strive to be wise
Opt to pay price
Niche warm surprise
Apt words and thoughts
eXcel sweet spot
Embrace your lot
Live charming style
Cheer prompts worthwhile
Aim for fine smiles
Love knows the way
Etch rainbow rays
Bloom each new day
Leon Enriquez
25 March 2018
Singapore
I would reach out to the dome of life
where tragedy ends and fighter's spirit
finds the broken grey simulated pray
grit and superficial untimely disappearance
if you would choose to stay
don't forget I will be back one day.
Don't hesitate and don't humiliate
stand not alone next to your throne.
Overthrow those who are too close for comfort
understand love is prone to hate
it will open the gates a little too late
if you wait too long it will be gone
before rattle snake finds its mate.
So, it is true, legacy is all for the pain and gain
surrender all the fame, just take your time
be resistant to slime and take yours not mine.
With due time understand just one more demand
could mean the end.
Take your stand, this is your land!
Oh, fuming teardrop!
You’ve boiled over from wrath and anger,
leaving painful blisters as you sear the heart
Why you don’t evaporate is a wonder
but there must be a valid reason…
If only to let the heart know it lives
Oh, fuming teardrop!
Will you ever learn how to forgive?
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Teetering on the edge and glistening,
refusing to fall to make yourself known
It is not fickle mindedness playing,
rather, a power play of emotions
a blatant refusal to show what’s within
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Why even stop yourself before you begin?
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
If you were truly so, slink back shamefully,
recede to your lacrimal gland and stay put
There is no need for your insincerity,
the world is chaotic as it is, too troubled
Fall not, trickle not, trick not who see you
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
How can you be so heartless to fool people so true?
Oh, pensive teardrop!
How gracefully you streak down window sills
Wash away grime and grit, cleanse everything
Flow unhindered, purify hearts you fill
Laughter may be the music of the soul,
but you are pure— the distilled spirit
Oh, pensive teardrop!
Will you course down blackened hearts, pay a visit?
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Married to laughter, frolic and dance to its tune
Give birth to hope then soar with elation
Brighten faces, sparkle days, light up the moon
Let souls remember that you speak of pain, joy
Let them remember, then allow them to heal
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Why did I ever doubt that you are spirit revealed?
04062011
**for Paula’s “Beseech “ contest :)
Cyst of the City
[Verse 1]
I walk these streets where shadows fight, Graffiti tales scream in the night.
Each mark a whisper, a story untold, Cyst of the city, bold and cold.
Paint on the wall, life’s canvas in grime, Every stroke’s an echo, transcending time.
[Chorus]
Cyst of the city, we rise and we fall, each story painted, reflects us all.
Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance, In the urban jungle, we take our chance.
[Verse 2]
The hustle’s alive, in the hearts of the youth, Chasing dreams wrapped in raw, hard truth.
These corners remember, the fire, the pain, A cycle of struggling pouring like rain.
From the pavement’s grit to the sky so wide, Every artist’s heart, their soul as their guide.
[Chorus]
Cyst of the city, we rise and we fall, each story painted, reflects us all.
Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance, In the urban jungle, we take our chance.
[Outro]
So let the world hear, our voices ignite, Cyst in the canvas, we shine through the night.
Journey ahead with passion and fire,
Believe in yourself, for greatness you possess,
Courageous in spirit, a leader in your stride
Aim high, let your dreams inspire,
Overcome obstacles, Rise above the rest,
Make a difference, let your impact abide
Optimism fuels you with every test,
Reach for the stars, Reach higher and better
Let Grit and determination be your guiding light
Ambitious are driven, with all you’re might
Never give up, keep pushing through
Success awaits you it is true.
The path may be winding, with shadows in sight,
As dawn always follows, chasing away night.
Embrace every challenge, a lesson to hold,
For within every struggle, a story unfolds.
With a heart full of kindness, and a hand to lend,
Together we raise a force that transcends.
For in unity's embrace, our spirits ignite,
In addition, dreams take on wings, bathed in hopeful light.
Whether it's scaling a mountain, or writing a rhyme,
Planting a seed, or standing the test of time,
Let your purpose ignite, a fire within,
Embrace the journey, and the beauty it brings.
So rise up, brave soul, let your spirit take flight,
The world awaits the brilliance of your guiding light.
Go forth with purpose, with passion ablaze,
Chase your dreams, for life is a beautiful maze.
Victories echo, a testament won,
Lessons from stumbles help us become
Embrace every scar, a whisper of might,
For wisdom resides in the darkest of night.
No two journeys alike, each a vibrant display,
Embrace your own rhythm, and light up your way.
Let your voice resonate, a melody true,
The world needs your essence, uniquely you.
In the stillness within, a quiet might resides,
A well spring of courage, where confidence confides.
Trust the whispers of hope, the strength in your soul,
You are the author; your story is to unfold.