Long Heart to heart Poems
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I use to lay down
And dream
About all kind of things
About loving and laughter
Living Happily ever after
Seems like a fairytale
We living
We on top
Like a ceiling (like a ceiling)
Caught up in our feelings
We make the perfect match
That's a fact
Love is where it's at(it's at)
Let's make this a little clearer
I want to be drawn to you
Want to be nearer
We like each other
Its clear to see
I Want you
And you want me
Lets work it out
See where it goes
Take this chance
Who knows
Its time for you to show
How much you care
The love is in the air
Late night convos
That last for hours
At a time
Hey how was your day
Its going just fine
Calling me just because
Lets me know im thought of
The smallest things you do
Are the ones that count
I love you
With every ounce
Every ounce of me
Now I know the best things are free
If you told me
This is how it feels
When you know the Love is real
Its amazing
And its feel great
To know that they appreciate
Everything whether big or small
My love is worthy
And to you I give my all
What we built
No one can break
The feelings we feel for each other
No one can take
We like each other
Its clear to see
I Want you
And you want me
Lets work it out
See where it goes
Take this chance
Who knows
Its time for you to show
How much you care
The love is in the air
You like me
I like you
What are we to do
Sit down a have a heart to heart
Beginning of a brand new start(yeaaahhh)
Learning from one another
The perfect illustration to a new cover
Now that's hot
And special
We going in this new friendship
Real careful
No rush
Take it slowly
Who cares so what
We just want to be
Different and cool
I just want to see
What it means to be
To be in something so good
Makes you want to sing
We are glowing
Were the lyric to each other voice
Im glowing
You the prose to a poetry that keeps flowing
Your my re to the mix
I am your perfect fix
I feel the love in the air
And it's so fun
We both finally found the one
Lets take a chance and a hike
You are no longer Mr.Wrong you Mr.Right
We like each other
Its clear to see
I Want you
And you want me
Lets work it out
See where it goes
Take this chance
Who knows
Its time for you to show
How much you care
The love is in the air
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
12/28/2015
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian.
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)
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An Ode to the Unbridled Spirit of Creation
In the quiet twilight of creation, where thoughts whisper to the soul, an untamed wildness is yearning to be set free. Deep within the heart, soul, and mind, the seeds of expression find their nurturing ground in this hallowed space, waiting to bloom into various colours, sounds, and words.
In the limitless expanse of the imagination, every heartbeat plays out like favourite melodies tinkling away on ivories under practised fingers. Music that not just echoes in chambers of the self but resonates through the ages, carrying with it the essence of its creator.
And oh, to paint the sky—a vast and undiscriminating canvas! With bold and gentle strokes, we call upon the palette of our emotions, blending hues in ways so profound that they leave even the divine in awe. Each colour is a word; each brushstroke is a sentence in the universe's grand narrative, celebrating the spectrum of human experience.
In the dance of words, written with enthusiasm uncontained, the pen becomes an extension of our deepest selves. Each phrase is a footprint left for eternity; every piece is a potential masterpiece that whispers secrets to those willing to listen even three centuries hence. What are words, if not vessels of our truths, dreams, and fears, cast across the temporal sea in hopes of reaching kindred spirits?
The beauty of creation lies not merely in coherence but in the chaotic symphony of expressing everything and nothing all at once. In the liberation of thoughts, unburdened by the constraints of conventionality, we genuinely connect — heart to heart, soul to soul. The essence of our being unfolds, touching others, enriching well-being, and bridging realms between the inner world and the outer universe.
As a poet, this is my plea—an invocation to all who dare to dream, to feel deeply, and to share unreservedly—serves as a beacon for the weary, the dreamers, the lovers, and the seekers. Your poetry, art, and song aren’t merely a reflection of your life or a tribute to those you love; they celebrate existence itself, connecting threads in the intricate web of human experience.
Do you ever write….just to write
Just to let your heart explode
Into a kaleidoscope of word colors
Embellishing the page of someone's life?
Does everything have to be a contest?
Guided by a theme
You forget the dream
Of your own magnificent thoughts?
Do you ever write…just to write
To release that fantasy
That prowls around in that gilded cage
Not sage
Not tamed
But that wildness that you keep
hidden inside
oh so unbridled
savage!!
Let it go free
unleash it for me
Write!
Write and break the bars of norms and forms
Of expected rules and lines
Rhymes and syllable straight jacket crimes
Oh…do you ever write
to let that madness free?
Do you ever write…just so you can breathe
To let go of pain so deep
the scream that tears across the page
Primal rage
At all who did you wrong
Killed and butchered your song
Eating you alive
Demon cries
clothed in sheep words by others
Not you
Let it be heard
That rebel yell
From internal hell
"cleanse me!"
Let your tears drop on the page
spent of rage
Knowing I will feel
empathy symphony of kindred souls
Write
For YOU
Write
For ME
Write
For what will be
No contest consternation
Just…
an disrobing of "spirit's clad in veils"
a naked camaraderie
we are both the same
What a shame
To twist and turn
And dress to please
Someone whose
taste may be stale
Who knows not how to tease
PLEASE
Just
Write
For you
Write
For me
And that contest
for NOW
Just
LET IT BE!
I want to see
Your naked soul!
Eileen Manassian
The quotation is from Christopher Cranch's poem, Gnosis...I will share an
excerpt of this amazing poem...
Gnosis
THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
Christopher Cranch
So...let's disrobe and undress...without rules...Let's confess. Let our light
shine...not scattered but whole...body and soul.
Who is like the Sun
who comes riding his white steed
the leader of the holy ones
and of his people Abram's seed
I will hold you because it is what you need
I will listen above all others I exceed
when I arrive it will be to take you home
a place of Love where you will never be alone
I'll give you children who are needing your affection
with the ability to give them all protection
this is the home that contains abundant joy
where happiness reaches every girl and boy
In this home no child will ever hunger
suffer any pain or any kind of danger
they will be able to run the fields wild
play with the animals like every dreaming child
Every day will be a new adventure
not dependant on some monetary venture
every family of the nations has this task
to learn of Loves requirements at last
Earth was meant to be a place of beauty
not a hard line of unconsidered duty
where people hate learning how to give
but free to Love and reaching out to live
We have painted the pictures over many century
for your consideration of what will come to be
you have the choice of what you listen to
and of your actions in everything you do
For all existing must learn a single Law
that Love must cover everyone to exist at all
every example that to you which has been given
demonstrates the cause effect that you have been livin'
Over and over the truth these examples set
in daily life the things you must not forget
when you understand that every I must become We
for without Love you cannot reside eternity
These are the things promised to Loves Bride
the joys of Life and working side by side
a perfect Union of those joined heart to heart
to bring forth Life and in its sharing have a part
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
If I should breathe the last breath would you come and choke me to death? If I should climb to the top of the tree would you come and rescue me? My bones and muscles are speaking to me and courage is resting on my knees and I can feel the other side crying out for me.
Whispers of hope are flying around and benevolence is nowhere to be found but with determination I am onward bound; a sudden enlightenment breaks out in the middle of the sky so I know that it is not yet time for me to die. I have cleaned up the entire street and dismantle the garbage heap and all the birds have migrated and a new administration is coming to town and the Grizzly bears are dancing around.
Somewhere in the village below, I can hear them calling out for help; while the bells are tolling and anxiety is growing and the smell of incense perfumed the atmosphere, something peculiar is drawing near and the feeling of death floods the street rumbling my heart .People start running around looking for a staff and a crown.
And in a little house not far square the little lying in her crib waiting on death, and wonders aimlessly what life would be like if she was given another chance to live and she hums a little hymn and ask God to forgive her of her sins and all of a sudden something touches the sky and the universe replies.
If I give you a piece of my heart would we live like heart to heart? If I give you a piece of my heart, would you be loyal from the start? I know that a piece of you is inside me, I breathe when you breathe and I sing when you sing and that is how I know that you are living.
I have given a piece of my heart to the little girl that plays the harp, I want her to live and sing and fill the globe with modern hymn; the petri dish is in the operating room and she lies still on the bed while the heavens watches over her head.
And the surgeon moves his hand up and down while destiny moves quietly around. When she opens her eye I could see a thankful smile and I could feel a piece of her beating inside me and the room suddenly burst in flame with surgeon, doctors and nurses giving praise and calling out her name.
Take a piece of my heart and live.
The shining light in the morning brings warmth for life,
but sometimes this shining light brings cold to one's life.
This is the story of a guy with pure heart,
and the girl who shall stay away nine lightyears away.
There was this girl sitting on a swing,
Looking at the stars above,
she sang the a pretty song,
With those perfect cords.
Then entered a guy,
With a beautiful little smile,
And changed the girls life,
from sunset to the moonrise.
Then as all the stories goes,
Those funny and sweet talks strikes the shore,
The little stars below thought this would go on,
But the good times comes always with the coldest thing of all,
The girl did not know the worth of the bond.
She thought of someone else,
Someone who she thought who was purer that those sweet talks between them,
That's how the girl left,
Leaving the stars underneath and above.
Later as the days passed,
The girl realised something that shocks,
Realization that what she has now is not that pure,
The pure was the talk between the guy on the swing and her,
thats how She left the world above and below for the guy she loved.
Later when she asked the lights below,
The lights below said the guy left them alone,
She realised that she left her heart here before,
About some years ago,
She thought that was her fault,
But that was their fate.
This their story,
The story of a girl and boy that had to live nine light years away,
Changing fate was hard,
But change of fate could occur through the loop holes.
This story not started in this life ,
But started 7 lives before.
Every life god tried to tear them apart,
But as the saying goes,
Love can do all this if they want.
Even if they were nine lightyears apart,
Something still connected them,
From heart to heart.
This was a guy from alternate universe who waited for her,
Just like he did in the start.
But how this cold night would last that long.
They met again between the stars beneath on the swing,
Singing together the sweet sings.
This story may have turned perfect by the shore,
But remember not all the pure love is the soulmate you were waiting for years.
Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries,
but the difference is
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin.
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement
is motionless because your passion
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology
that manifests into something specific
obtaining a manual manipulation.
A self servant visibility is indicative
of an egocentric personality and everything insinuated
to be perceptually believed as sacred
usually doesn't leave further than the tapping of your fingers.
You proselytize by regurgitating the ways
of a preferred deity and establish yourself
by turning your mirror to reflect the angle
of how you want to be seen and adjust your thoughts
for a higher seat in your vanity
in order to possess everything in your hypocrisy.
The feedback you get initiates a sedimentary mask
you proudly wear and give a name to because
as a statuesque representative in an upscale consumption
of physical and mindful gluttony,
it is the exemplary rock to inscribe your identity.
You disguise it as spirituality, enlightenment, or awareness
labeling it as politics, religion, parenting, racism,
abortion, extortion, activism, or sexism.
It does not, in anyway, alleviate
the struggling strong minded from with holding their weeps
on garments bled by friends in unsung tongues and private sin,
in time well spent where the secrets
of the heart are kept for keeps rather than exposed and disposed of
in a widespread generic documentary
for the world to see the effects of their warfare.
Where words of vulnerability and exposed nerves
are perceived as nothing but memes and black sheep
trying to be shepherds making lists of things
to better humanity in articles utilized by a machine.
As if the top ten life hacks will take neglcted children
out of the slums of a poor shack
and stop the hateful attacks on those who need welfare.
The bandaging by labeling and over medicating
will not eradicate the urgent need for eye to eye,
flesh to flesh, heart to heart
laughing, kind, grateful, melting of this
plastic society.
The name of transformation
lost forgotten in the pages
three different lives
made to look like one
the witch that was
the voodoo queen
and the diary that was
the lines in the sands
and what it wasn't
user friendly schism
dialing six digits of the differences religion made
wondering what holiday to betray me
on the other line today
a circus mindgame to findmyself
wrapped up in the saints
the treason of the way it was written
so we could do it again
an hour late with a letter
the psychosis of the muse
the scribes found
vibe was transformed
the victomisation of a future long forgotten
ill dignified lies
lie in the sands
of the things that went unsaid
the diary of the mad man
the actions upon the voodoo queen
heart to heart if you know what i mean
nothing is or was or could be what it seems
childrten chimney sweeps
sheep protecting the cows
dressed up for winter as sheep
men turned to stone by a woman defined by beauty
silly strings tied to me
trust yourself
you cant trust me
stumbling this way
pulling through delusions
what is reality anyway
a miracle game of adults for children
and now your learning to swim
madman's diary of the voodoo queen
the ressurection that was
how it became
lost forever
the tower fell
freedom of slaves
to free your children
dialing six digits of yesterday
who am i anyway
a warrior of serenity
a disco ball for my tango shoes
and a cold touch upon my skin
whispers to screams
the long lost
forgiven
the alphabet from your mouth
the names of numbers
the pronounciation of such things
routine breakaway
madman's diary translated
lost in the scrolls of our dead sea
where we continue dialing the digits of difference
of what we under rug sweep
closing my body now
minds eye upstairs
identity of suicidal dreams
dissapearance of self esteem
recognising my emotions
appologising to the self
for my own hurt feelings
behind the eightball
avoiding cliches senses delayed
nothing left to say
sleeping away the taste of bitter translations
tooth decay
of the voodoo queen
and the madman's diary
to tear out a love
of a scar so deep
I think it's been too long since we had a heart-to-heart. I can feel that innocent child's anger and it's tearing you apart. You thought I forgot to help you get well, and away from pain, but I promise I did not. I have just been consumed with anger and sadness. I have been so bitter about where we came from and all the past trauma that’s happened. I didn't realize that those scars would build tough tissue, and sometime in the future our barrier will weaken and all that trauma you hid, will just hit you.
So a wall we are at and this time we can't go around. We need to figure out how I let you down. I don't know the right way to start this quest, but I will not just sit back and let us take these poundings to the chest. We don't deserve to suffer in silence, alone. We are worth company, love, and laughter amongst many other feelings little you forgot we knew.
We are not bad, yes we have used ill words rash. No excuses for the things we yelled out of anger with loudness and crass. I promise I won't fail us, but we need to understand why I keep getting put back into an eight-year-old's mind. This must be about the day we decided we were not smart enough, and would never be the brightest.
You have to know, that those words were never supposed to prevent your future growth. Unknowingly, I stunted so much and caused pain without even knowing I took an invalid oath. Our words carried weight, and we lugged it around. It's time to put that sack of fear of failure on the ground. You are worth more than what you carry around.
I should have hugged you more instead of putting you down. You can be a carefree child, you don't have to be on edge. You don't need to listen to the negative voice that enters your head. You don't know something until you do, stop beating yourself up for things that were never taught to you.
You are a bright and shining star, your family may not be perfect but love them for who they are. We are all just trying to find our way, I hope you know I will always be here to support you and I encourage you to finally be free today. I love you, little girl, it's time to be a child and play.
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.
It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.
Reverently, the price we pay is not derived from ensuing wealth.
The red blood of freedom travels naturally in our veins—immutable!
Freedom has been ordained from creation in the lives of all people.
Liberty runs from heart to heart, inspires from soul to soul—sours like an eagle!
It’s linking parents to children, brother to sister, displaying courage.
Generations standing on the shoulders of generations—a fighting refuge!
The price we pay for our freedom and liberty—will never be free!
Historical accounts tried; produced no detailed cost—"It’s a sacred decree!”
The price paid has clearly left budgets—fragmented and unbalanced,
Red poppies blooming in the fields of courageous remembrance!
It has triggered aching souls, caused running nostrils, and weeping eyes.
Ladies wearing dark veils, and men black suits—great spirits that never die!
Uplifting hand and heads under the moon and sparkling stars at night.
Courage inspiring life in delight to continue the fight without—fright nor flight!.
Many look forward to more significant liberating inspiration to come.
Brilliantly embracing the shining new embolden golden rays of the rising sun.
Such a priceless premium runs in our veins and precious arteries.
The price paid for liberty and freedom is entrenched in our hearts naturally!
Have an awesome day, don't forget to pray, stay encouraged, inspired, ingenious, resilient, mindful, enlightened, and blessed always!
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