Long Hold Poems
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“These are the days,” commencement speakers say,
“when you begin your climb to reach your goals,
which only YOU can set. Work hard and pray
for guidance as you fill life’s many roles.”
Accomplished ones mentor the young: “These are
the days you’ll smile about when you achieve
your greatest dreams. You’ll realize how far
you’ve come. Now persevere. You must believe.
Retirees hear from friends and family,
“These are the days you’ll get your second wind.
Pursuing new dreams calls for energy
and wisdom from beginning to the end.”
At every stage of life, we need to hear
uplifting words from others we hold dear.
I am lovelorn, she ditched me
If she comes back, what then?
The wounds she inflicted on me
If they begin in heal, what then?
The memories that I hold so dear
If they begin to fade, what then?
So I’ll pray with all my heart
If my dreams come true, what then?
I set out eagerly on life’s journey
If I reach my destination, what then?
I might close my eyes to dream
If I fall asleep, what then?
I am world-weary willing to die
If there’s an afterlife, what then?
Oh, I’ll battle my demons alright
If I win God, what then?
11/20/22
~Contest: A Brian strand Premiere Choice.
Back when girlish daydreams
rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
my featly feet kept a beat in spring grass
as I flounced with Romany winds—
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek
as I whirled in his imaginary arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…
white fields of clover did pillow my dreams
as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted
into what I wanted to see
I found you where you stood
a wizard-well made of stone
there you sang
your mouth O-pen
like the eye-of-the-storm
and oh— with fluent depth
your slippery rime beguiled my mind
June wind— a flowy fifer
blew across your rounded rim—
folksy-fife twisted petticoat heartstrings…
my wishes stitched my seams bewitched
—hopes bloomed
like soft-stemmed peonies twined
by choke-hold-vines
in the season before my summer solstice
when skirt-pleats still hid shy knees
how was I to know
wishing for lambs from edelweiss
was as fictive as sugarcane unicorns
so I dared not damage the magic
with doubt’s dent
as I cast blindfolded coins
weighed down with cinder-block-hope
in fealty to a wishing-well deity
who made ethereal echoes of my name
—yet callous your schemes pitching dreams
as empty now as this fool but for my shame
back then life was unmapped—until clover fields
became sneak-away-streets paved with your name
where remains of yesterday’s wishes lay
like burned-out cars along couldn’t-care-less curbs
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
I lie here in bed every night thinking of you,
Wondering if we’ll ever be together again.
I toss and I turn, not knowing what to do,
Hoping you think of me every now and then.
It’s been so long since you were near.
I miss the times we spent in the moonlight.
And all of the memories that I hold so dear,
Of the way we cuddled all through the night.
You kept me safe from my fear of the dark.
While under the covers, I was never scared.
You were my comfort, my light, and my spark.
I never had to worry because you always cared.
When I left every day, you would never cry.
I could always count on you to be so strong.
And when I came home, you wouldn’t even pry.
You just seemed to know when something was wrong.
You were my best friend while I was young.
I shared my life with you day after day.
Of all the stuffed toys that you were among,
You were my favorite and, in my heart, you’ll always stay.
Ladies and gentlemen; in this
time of political upheaval and
uncertainty, we must never
forget those things which seem
to be forgotten. Those things
that only we can remember.
The things that our forefathers
remembered, and never forgot.
Remembering what it took to
never forget, and not forgetting
the thoughts that no one
seems to remember anymore.
Keeping in mind the main thing
that slips from others
memories, and not forgetting
all those forgotten things that
everyone else seems to forget
about. We must hold dear the
cherished memories that the
masses cant remember, and
remain steadfast in
remembering our ancestors
forgotten mindsets that will
always remind us to never
forget. And in closing I would
like to say that I hope that I
will never fail to remember the
forgotten thought that brought
me to this conclusion. If we as
a people fail to remember what
no one ever thought of, our
future generations will never
know what we didn’t think of.
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
We drift on streams of an unspoken law.
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What forms of life, what purpose, and what grace,
Await the curious and unblinking awe?
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
Will our new kin have song upon their face,
Or hide their thoughts behind a fearful flaw?
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What structures rise, what beauty they embrace?
What gentle gods hold them in hopeful draw?
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
A fragile home, a vibrant, hopeful case;
We near the sun, and watch with sacred awe.
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What do they dream in their terrestrial race?
We hold our breath and see what we foresaw:
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space,
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place,
Let me dial another phone
I know I am not the one alone
Well gone
On a plain of love bursting Jones
Hold on
the voice seems so different and my ear is so close
No this is not the person I thought this would be
Carrying me
Sustain stains wiped off carpet feet
Seat
Taken does not fit me
Size seized severely
Interrupting me truth had to rise above insecurity
Line up faces intimating me
never will be
Original made a copy and copy came out looking the finest
Test taking high score no regret
Best frame
Different name
Hold on too long game
Replacement puts replace faces to shame
Laughter smile smoked out the finest gear
Dressed head to toe hold on the tone is burning my ear
Something is wrong, nothing is right,
Everything’s turned upside down,
My hands and mind don’t talk to each other,
Here, empty, within and without,
And it must be my fault, my wandering mood,
“Stumble, fall, get up, lose the dream”,
Or is it a ghost of a forgotten wish,
Am I searching a blank thought in between?
You see, all that I hold, all I admire,
All I create from the dust,
Ultimately crumbles away to nothing,
Crumbles once my fingers have touched,
And the path that I sail leads to nowhere,
A series of short crooked broken lines,
And I guess the best way to make everything fit,
Is to forever gently close both my eyes.
ECHO the form
Where do I find a contented life?
ECHO: WIFE
Will marriage bring this to me ?
ECHO: SEE
Can two ever complement one?
ECHO: DONE
But do opposites cement,still?
ECHO: WILL
Aye,will it hold fast from above?
ECHO: LOVE
Here,there,where does agape hide?
ECHO: INSIDE
Ah yes,but how will it draw near?
ECHO: HEAR
Perhaps for me,too great a task!
ECHO: ASK
Yes,yes but how,what words to pray
ECHO: SAY
Inspired by & after as a tribute to George Herbert's delightful form in his poem 'Heaven'