Long Hight Poems
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Ah, my Marina Queen!
You, who reigns over the Marina with grass
so tantalizing, so verdantly green.
Holding costly homes that gaze over the
San Francisco Bay,
I adored the music of fog horns, and
could listen to them hight and day.
We all blessed by a mystical, silent drops of fog!
Embracing the Marina and we, your most serene
residents ......all night long!
No tourists on the huge lawns, run!
They. unknowingly believe Pier 39 and souvenirs
are far more fun?
San Franciscans know the city far better than a
sleazy tourist attraction.
They love the unknown jazz and coffee haunts.
Smiling at one another in delightful satisfaction.
The overpowering scent of Eucalyptus trees,
The Japanese tea garden.
Souls that are totally free!
12/3/2022
This is a paper kite , It reaches a great hight, Looks like a tiny flight,
It gives children great delight, We are unable to write, To fly a kite is our right, We can't take it as a slight, It is a funny game ,alright?, No need to pay for this fright,
We can compete in a kite fight,
We can't see a kite at night, It can't come into our sight, It can fly in the high sprite .
The near voice hight me down the slade
All searing whisper and the spluttering cascade
What's yonder in turf with a rolling heyday
O dearest love,is it you lying in this brae
I strove to see you from the lone mountain peak
What adrift in you,be daring and speak-
Like a flageolet that overtune the breeze
And a sweetest gilded jelly of buzzing bees
I knocked on the door; your heart of chamber door
Ever;evermore you were my dories oar
Coveted I and loved you with a love;ever
Tell me once,you felt my very heart but not never-
Consent me to linger in your magentaish garth
And we'll ever,be ever part our tepid hearth
Shall I compare you with the plenilune of evetide?
What lingers in you, be daring and confide
Shall I compare you with Helen before I adiue?
Be daring and speak what swathe in you
At night of the Hight of winter, when from the Netherlands comes the brutal sun, lightning without rain
and at the same time clouds with frost, rain for a while, hail, snow and wind of the elements, large and small.
No end in sight; it is a day with a change, storm of clouds, storm of winds, shipwreck, submarine, decomposition
and the four veils.
No beginning and no end.
WHEN the moon in the morning or at noon is as bright as an orb, or almost, and it becomes night before the fourth
evening of the lunar month.
I, to stand in your light as in a spotlight:
I to look into the eyes of a crescent: love, flame, bed. You, great, powerful, oh so distant, as luminous as stars.
A desert of fire. At night you search for me.
THE cypresss of the monasticism are under your feet, the nuns walking barefoot, when they keep time, when they sing
while tying themselves together and when they put their tongues to the left and to the right in the custom of zdrakas.
On the walls of their chapel, near the chapel and the curtain, there are female saints, goddesses, whom they adore,
and those that they cover with veils and they cover with gilded haws. It is as if they were entering a house and praying
in front of the altar. The angel of women, whom they saw in a dream and whom they know to be linked to the will of God,
blazed with stars when they looked at her.
To them she is a light, a light that penetrates them like the opening of a wound. And they throw their arms over her,
when they press her feet.
That is how they pray.
WHEN i heard them chanting, I felt like a stone, as if pierced by the time of their desires. The stones of the market of Damascus
by the way of the river.
How have they lived, with their desire, like dew in their eyes.
I, my feet up, the state of being crushed, felt also that I have attained my purpose and that nothing remains, nothing is more than dust,
nothing any longer is alive.
One wind against my whole body, threw me to dust.
These are days of longing, of vulnerability, of vulnerability. These days. I stand like a young woman in front of a mirror.
Who is that person staring at me? Someone long dead and buried.
Everything that had lasted for centuries is gone.
I am facing my own death.
:: 11.10.2020 ::
The Lord is with you
each and every day
The Lord is with you
in all you do and say
The Lord is with you
no matter the cost
The Lord is with you
when all else seems lost
the Lord is with you
there is no situation that he
can not uphold
and his Love will forever unfold.
Thank the Lord for a new year, new beginings, the Lord has some great and mighty things
in store he has a great destiny for us
all we have to do is walk into it and say Yes Amen, , lets get walking, Amen .
nothing can ever seperate us from the Love of God, no hight, no depth, no demons, no
past life, nothing at all, Praise the Lord for his Love endures forever. Amen.
Hail my cherished one I missed the very first night we met
Though it was freezing,yet lovely-and I can't forget
Those trees stand mighty and whispers tall
While My heart,in your love, began to crawl
O' my dear leman, come and lighten my heavy dream
You are my glow,with those radiant gleam
Without you,Must these days and nights pass slow?
and it wearies me,and it's been a long ago
I long to dwell with you, beneath the scatter twinkling stars
Whispering those lovely stories,till we see the Deimos of mars
I'd love to sing with you like a blitheful skylark
And soar high up the azure, till the looming dark
I remembered my name you did hight
If ever we meet,I shall buss and embrace you so tight
I fear of losing you, and shattering apart
This fear oft,throbs my fragmented heart
Before the tiring day bid its farewell
I'm caressed by your buds of Bluebell
Upon I began to felt your absence
Solitude becomes my preference
I was born with hands too small to hold your love
But the heart too shallow to carry your dove
Thus you shall never ought to leave
For my life would be, weep in tears of grieve
Hail my lief,would you rather hold my arms untill the earth ends?
Or would you rather take me before the Swan amends?
Only read this if you have a good understanding of the English language, because it is all about how word spellings differ but for no particular reason.
This write is quite right in that it highlights the height and weight of the great language of English which is no sandwich and not straight forward mate.
(This right is qite wright in that it highlites the hight and waight of the greight langwich of English witch is no sanduage and not strate forward meight.)
We now know that "K" has special powers but not with knot or knock.
(We now K-now that "k" has special powers but not with not or nock.)
And people say Nike-y but they don't ride a bikey, so it's Nike like Mike.
(and people say Nikey but they don't ride a bikey, so it's NIKe LIKE MIKE, or mic.)
While they're unable to get their head around there,
they sit in a chair and stare like a bear, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where near, but like fare which is also like bare.
(While there unable to get they're head around their,
they sit in a chere and stair like a bere, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where nare, but like fair which is also bere.)
Far away cars on Mars are not said like wars, which for sure is more like bore and I'm assured that board is different to ward.
Warlords have been found to have had people drowned, not dround as it could sound, as the power of their throne has grown to fit their waist and they do not waste their God placed authority or make the mistake that the steak with cheese one grates quakes.
On the whole my soul is on a roll to score a goal with this write, because though words are spelt a different way they are spelt the same when these words we say.
I think I'm done and I've won like the Holy Son, or am shining wholly like the light from the sun.
And to think I had special needs, was labelled dyslexic and had ADHD, oh and as well as that I failed my English exam, twice.
Form:
The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn
Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air
Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk
Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon
After days of tender loving care
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove
She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure
(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)
Answer of giving pain
Why and what is the reason
Clouds move
Why and what is the reason sun is hot
Why and what is the reason
Rain bow has colours
Why and what is the reason mountain are hight
Why and what is the reason moon is not full every time
Why and what is the reason we call that heart is beating or broken for some one
Why and what is the reason people cheat
Why and what is the reason we don't have name to our love
Why and what is the reason you're silent like night wind
Why and what is the reason I get the pain of your love
Why and what is the reason I create mystery that who are you
Why and what is the reason that I love you miss.......
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Let there be light
Today October 1st 2014
Nigeria celebrate 54year of
Independent
Let there be light
Now To the men on the hills
We are tired of darkness
We are feed up of heat
Our light builds are tired to sleep
The wires are whiling to catch life
Our food cry for preservation
The fan can't help the air
Our tv are tired of no touch
Our phone batteries need to be charge
Our cloths need to be strengthen
Despite all
Every month end we get bills
For what we never enjoyed
A scam
With no explanation
Let there be light
Nigeria is the biggest
Economy of Africa
Yet we lake constant electricity
the common man no not
The meaning of electricity
All day we burn fuel
With a power generator
Where some die from it pollution
Let there be light
Light up the land
And watch growth
Flow like a tap without
A head
The people are in need of life
How do you keep
Calm while we suffer
To nothing
Let there be light
On your hills
In our hot weather
You sleep with an
Air condition
Hello sir I wonder
How your head
Keep cool if you
Lack electricity
In that mansion of yours
I wonder how you enjoy
Your luxurious properties
With out the light
Yet you fail to provide
It to your people
Let there be light
Only a fool enjoys
To allow poverty
To live among his own
Community
Only a cowards live to
Only show up his hight of
No knowledge nor wisdom
The light is a necessity
Darkness is evil
Like is obvious
We pledge to you sir's
On the hill
Let there be light