Long Hews Poems

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Premium Member Truth Remains

Of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
for if it were naught that dark hour
that steals our breath and steps employ
kid ourselves be, fears empower

’Tis distress, a word elders use
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
I play naught; black ink stains the hews
as it leaves the path drained of joy

Let us make our travels less coy
and brave ourselves from stillness’ gloom
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
yield soulless shades of floating doom

Rally of noise around the curb
as jitters tinker like a toy
as we danced brightly undisturbed
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy.
Form: Quatern


Blood Shower me

In you I find my rest.
In You I find my peace
dark days drift into mornings with simple breakfasts.
In heavy hews I am shining all the colors brightly.
Winter is far off not very far but The feast of trumpets comes first.
Singing with joy and gladness will begin when he returns to us.
Dead will rise Everyone is coming home says Gods word.
Shower us in your Blood Lord let us be washed clean by it.
Quake the dawn is coming closer. Under lamenting cries we praise you Jesus.
in you I find salvation Yeshua Jesus Christ.
Truth of your not hiding your face from their spitting and their mocking for us.
Love is the reason we exist. to Love and be Loved.
Right hand pierced for my sake, Left hand Pierced for your sake name.
Killed for us unlike the demons and fallen Angels God died for us unlike them.
Jesus is believed to be The Angel of the Lord who met with Abraham and Carries God's Name.
One Son of God who wants us to be his family.
Trust in Jesus, Believe in Jesus, Have faith in Jesus.
Peace out.

Premium Member Splendor Is Veiled and Unveiled

A woman who can oversee a household can lead a country. By Poet


Tender frank eyes fleshy rosy lips and wispy hair,
Our attitudes and longings do not postulate her.
She kindles with no purpose to inflict us harm,
Who can withstand her seraphic heavenly charm?

Nation bestows her where the rule shifts one gender,
She grows softly amid hardy buds, so slender.
She aims for arty and hews her way through life,
Fearful of being alone but bold fairly to wield a knife.

She ushers us to places for a process to conceive,
And shields from wicked gaze, that may deceive.
She caresses us as a raw oyster tackling a pearl,
To set us free as soldiers cries and the harsh snarl

Women teach a generation, not simply men,
She is the fallen asylum and nation power again.
She represents the gift of nature with a creative mind,
She follows each moron, emulating his quirk kind. 

Eve was created by God from Adam rib,
He saw that man need companionship sib.
They were quite a pair among critters in cavetto,
And joyously strolled the Paradise meadow. 

Written: March 22, 2022

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© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ode

The Quest

Oft I ponder the quest that I have been delivered upon

Whilst laying in the midst of a field of straw

Mine eyes gazing in the sky with it’s hews of gold

Not far from here lies the battlefield 

Forthwith there will be bloodshed and mayhem

But as I rest my weary bones upon the coolest of thine earth

Mind over matter is what I behest

Is it the goal to capture the king as in a game of chess

Am I the pawn sent out earliest to set the tone 

For the rest of the game to follow

Or be the fortunate survivor having played a skilled match

My protector some unknown hand 

Guiding my way whilst I traverse through an army ahead

Each step a calculated risk that could end in my demise

Somehow out of my control yet each of my moves

Dictating where this may all end

Devout to the King 

But looking to create a new Queen

That will carry on the lineage I am here to shield

Thus I start my day

Andreas Simic©

A Storm In June

A crack of thunder splits a humid June sky,
shattering into millions of tiny droplets
to the the ground
a desperately needed respite from the early summers heat.
I belonged out here
I knew this as I observed the sugar maples dancing with a pre-storm breeze
as if the world were breathing a sigh 
inviting me to stay. 
A whisper so soft you could only sense it
  The silvery undersides of their leaves 
turning in the wind
  The charge across your skin as distant lightning flashes then dies with 
  a rumble that shutters the atmosphere
  The smell of fresh sprinkles sizzling on the black top
  The sound of splashing boots in muddy puddles
  The taste of raindrops on your lips
While others waited for sunny skies
It was these moments that were for me
When the trails were empty
And the cloud tops high 
catching every puffy curve in creamy golden hews
 Reminding me all the time
That I belonged out here


Premium Member Black and White

Black & White
By: Tom Wright
9/11/99

I strive to see, in life, things as they are
not hews of gray as some would have them be.
Nor placing hopes & wishes upon a star
but happenings long ago upon a tree.

For from that tree, for me, a price was paid
with blood and water spilled that cloudy day.
Then to a borrowed tomb, my Jesus, was laid
arising three days hence, to provide my way.

In life, seeing absolute's, I will not fail his test,
and always, good from evil, I will discern.
For in daily prayer and giving life my best
the best to me, life surely will return.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Passover of the Lord

And on that day, you will tell your son
  saying: This is on account of what 
the Lord, my God, did for me that day
 when I went forth from Egypt...

At the stroke of midnight
  I, the Lord, your God
wreaked  judgments upon the Egyptians
  smiting their every firstborn
from man unto beast
  from the king who sits upon his throne
to the hewer of wood and the drawer of water

I, the Lord Almighty, did this  
  I, Myself, and not an angel
I, Myself, and not a seraph
  I, Myself, and not a messenger
I am the Lord; I am He...



Note:  Not a word-for-word translation from the Book of Exodus.
          Rather, a poetic dramatization, but one which hews closely
          to the Hebrew text.  ~ gw
Form: Verse

Premium Member R E G I N a L D

(In loving memory of my big brother, Reg)


Right within my den
Calligraphic letters you penned
Surfaced as reminder of the love we shared
I see picture perfect portraits
No negatives.

You do appear on wings of time
Like sun's penetrating light
In spaces, deep as the Caribbean Sea
Yes, you are reflected
In multiple hews, brilliant as you...
Blood of my blood;

Imagine fortified versions of you
I see courteous crews...
Beyond seven saintly specimens
Now your name is set abroad
As though Griot who ruled.

I remembered, you tamed my fears
And rose to pave smooth
One perilous path I walked to work
Yes, weary women in need of warmth, were
Cloaked in hand woven peace, given by you
Now, you're laminated photo...
Graphed upon walls of grateful minds.

I have seen you prodding time
Through lens of your mind
Tall as mahogany trees
That cools, and shelters multitudes
Now; who but time, will seal
This empty space 
I feel within my soul?
You'll never be you I once knew.

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