Long Guilts Poems
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I'm stripped of all possessions,
nothing can soothe this deepest hurt;
what cure do I seek, if I brought it upon myself?
I'm troubled, unable to find serenity anywhere,
even in places where no wind hisses;
where do I lay my head on and finally rest?
This earthly life has been worthlessly thrown away,
will the heavenly life be a lot different...
teaching me what I refused to learn and admit?
I'm stripped of all possessions,
as awareness takes away the veil of blindness,
and reveals how vain I've been trusting in gold!
I doubt if God, in the afterlife, will be fully compassionate
and I won't be judged too harshly for my guilts and sins;
is repentance enough to enter Heaven without knocking?
There are certain scars that can be healed from pain...
if forgiveness wipes every stain from that repentant soul;
and if nobody is willing to forgive: I'll remain the deepest hurt!
I look at the sky as an ocean of freedom, a realm of boundless flight,
where birds sketch their destinies on the blue canvas of infinity,
and I wonder why I remain where wings are just unlived dreams,
but the mirror shows me the answer, a truth hidden deep in my heart,
for my wings were never broken, just taught not to open.
Every time they flutter, a voice whispers to me of gravity,
of duties and guilts dressed in the cloak of false love,
carrying in my chest cages built from old promises and unspoken rules,
their doors have always been open, but fear shouted louder than the wind.
I have grown roots in places I should have left long ago,
I called them loyalty, I called them home, but they were just the comfort of familiar pain,
and now, I lift my gaze to the sky with longing, not because I cannot fly,
but because I have not yet learned to believe I deserve to be among the stars.
How unsavory are some words
when they taste of an intrusion
that masks every truth not told...
assuming it needs no apology:
please get out of that dream world,
don't accept a reality that hurts deeply...
does it make you realize how faithless
you've been hanging on pretension?
An intrusion that masks every truth is
not always a salvation from illusion:
search inside all the guilts that you hide,
all the joys you've stolen from me leaving pain,
making me cry and bury this head in wet hands,
that even sunshine can dry up but glide
in a cold universe where lonely and betrayed lovers
go to grieve their loss in horrendous isolation!
Honesty can strengthen the bond of friendship,
put more effort into it, show your dedication
solve the conflict that stands in the way of joy;
do more to protect what can be yours again,
nothing will be lost, gather up courage and win!
Could a better decision change winds that whip
turning tears into ice drops that can't melt away?
An intrusion that masks every truth
is buried by time, not by a loving heart;
bring it to light, let it dazzle on the darkest night:
it's the closest and shiniest star never out of reach!
An intrusion that masks every truth,
can take away my happiness and delight!
“I’m sorry,” tossed as a stone,
each syllable heavy on my tongue,
as we weave these threads of consequence
into a tapestry faded yet bright,
woven with wisdom whispers,
and the gleam of a gamble gone grim.
And indeed, I am intimidated.
of the perils housed within every breath,
of the silent storms hurrying through cheeks,
as pleasure and peril intertwine with a puzzle
each reminder a blooming flower of regret,
plentiful plans, now plagued with pain
The night navigates, we don our diadems
of heartbreak—vines tightening around hearts,
cradling the lessons learned amid bruises,
as guilts and grievances, as amiss guests,
linger over evening tea, reminding us softly,
not all facets of existence extend an extra time,
no notion that nuances will nurture forgiveness.
as daybreak dispels drowsiness from tired tresses,
as dawn dances and shadows shrink swiftly,
I seize shining options, shroud them in scarlet,
carrying my burdens from yesteryear’s twilight—
a painter’s brush drenched in deep melancholia,
sculpting a heart that learns to care for its frailties
as threads glimmer softly in the vast dark,
weaving the pain, allowing for a graceful glow.
I do I just do soul love you may I be
I just want to testify
speak the truth and not a lie
may I lead in worship call
our savior shall always shall always catch us when we fall may I be...a co-encourager
love and serve this you deserve
separate Soul to Glory
may I be... listening attentively more of your story
may I be... co-carrying your burdens
may I be... co-provider for you
still initially prove
may I be served you in the home again
co-cover you those your burdens I'll attend
may I be... love those the little thing that shall become
those greater bigger things Hallelujah
you're not alone
as our Father is on the throne
I need to sit at the Gate of the city
giving light and Light never judgments, guilts or pity
My offerings patients not judgment being a leader working diligently may I be
Praises for those that works at the gate
Praises for those the works at the gate
Praises for those that work at the gate
May I be... co-affectionate trusting and protecting
May I be... giving love freely love as God does
May I be... not loving as a man does
you may look upon me as if I'm glad
anything you may ask
may receive a no or a yes
it's God's will that Heavens blessed
may I be... I do I just do so love you
May I be...will you let it be
I do just soul do love you
1/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
My trace guilts and rears me,
Thoroughbred from Spain,
My trip jousts my banality,
Until I cannot complain.
Standing tall in the shadow,
Which suggests that posture,
For to relax in full glow,
In the shade would badger.
Its colours radiate inside,
Release the broken catch,
Enfold me in rurality’s pastels,
Brighten the day’s hatch.
Only the shadows know me,
For I know that I can squeak,
Since their nature is timidity,
With no recess or creak.
Even the friend I evince to make,
Follows on from their care,
With no qualms, strains or brake,
And no gloomy, sad stare.
The shadow’s with me whenever,
In my shadow, giving belonging,
Implying that connection forever,
To the sun and moon for backing.
6th November 2015
Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided
We are forever united with one God
Some small islands may not have
the Christmas colorful lights but in all honesty
they have the best blinking sparkling
twinkling dazzling star lights
they're beautiful in their dramatic and
eye catching lights like no others
We celebrate the birthday of Jesus
in our unique and organic island ways
We always say Merry Christmas
It's never about the material gifts
It's all about the warm joy of Christmas
Singing in tunes or out of tunes
we are clapping our hands
side stepping moving along to the rhythm
We sing joyfully loud in His name
Born is the King our savior
Praising Him highly
Thanking Him humbly
Lifting up our hearts to Him fully
Everyone is glee on life
Everyone is glowing with joy
Everyone shake hands to forgive those
with guilts, dislikes or with differences
Everyone shares a hug or two to embrace
love from one to all
Every woman is wearing flowers in their hair
Every man is wearing leis around their necks
as it is an island style and proudly so
Everyone is wearing bright new cloths and
shoes but mostly sandals for the ladies or
flip flops preferably for the sandy areas
It's a day of joyful to spend with loved ones
Kids playing freely and cheerfully
Sharing fresh organic local foods and
coconut juices
Naturally alcohol free but drunk on Merry
Partying till the stars are twigging out
Collapsing with satisfying hearts
And this is how we celebrate Christmas
on the Pacific islands... Smile!
Written by Akkina R Downing
12-1-16
Tears Of An Angel 2
The Cherub made of fire and light,
Saturate the Earth with tears as rivers
Ponderous thoughts about humans:
Why we choose death over life?
Ills cloaked within a flesh
Evades your understanding and pierced your heart
Just as the sins, the signs, the shame, the fame,
The guilts, hatred built, the fears
All these loudest in your ears, lighted Angel,
Weighing heavily on thy soul
Into the voids it pulled thee,
Deeper into malady
My heart bleeds in tears with you
If only I can be an antidote to thy tears
And she told me:
'Angels come in every liberated hues,
Every shape and size, colours and textures
Some tall and some small, some slim or big,
Each unique, with a special purpose'
She says the same as you, your kind
And asked me to quench this life's fire
Because am the water that fall from the sky,
To nourish each needs to live
To spend my time and nights for you
Just as a watchman at nocturnal hours,
To forget about me; be the intercessor.
My reply as the Angel wept and spoke:
I shall be the breach between bridges,
I shall come in different forms to all men
Though am small but big enough
To heal the world
I will sing my part in the chorus,
This I promise you.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © April 15th, 2017.
There are always reason
why we change seasons
The reason that changes day
to night and days to months
and years, why it unfolds.
I find reasons why we have
to prepare for the new year.
To stretches ahead with new
experiences and adventures,
new friends and fresh opportunities.
Embracing new chapter
start with cleansing,
from throwing old and broken
stuffs..and before making plan
ahead , make a serious
self-evaluation to start anew.
In order to see what
needs to get rid of.. like
old habits, doubts, guilts,
regrets over past failures
and sin stained heart.
It constantly changes
moods, decisions, opinions
characters, depending on
every situation and persons but,
still promises to do what’s best.
©aroque
All rights reserved
Benumbed Jane!
"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)
O Jane!
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses
Resurrect your eloquent vehement
Why she choose to be the godly wife?
Why he choose to be the beastful husband?
Let's not brawl and yawp
Let's not cuddlerape and strangled with a scarf
In unwieldy guilts and sins of the battlefields of the Great Marriage
Give up now
Or
Surrender to salvation
You are not owing to “Beauty and the Beast” - A French Fairy Tale
Time has no time
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
O Jane!