Long Honor Poems
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You see I love my wife, I really really do, I mean it. I love how after I come back from a long day of work I come home to a clean dinner table, not a thing on this table, its just spick and span. I just love when I go to sleep in our bed. My wife gives me the luxury of feeling the nice cool breeze on my shivering flesh. She makes sure none of our smothering king sized blanket dare deprive me of the cold bitter kiss of the AC, and the chilling night air. How thoughtful. You see, I just love when I wake up freezing in the morning and go to our bathroom and find it beautifully decorated with all sorts of cosmetics, it adds a touch of…her lovely personality and natural beauty to the start of my day. You see, I love my wife and I would never divorce her because a man who leaves his wife over a murderous thought here and there is no man at all .
I love my wife. I really really do. I love when she gets mad for no reason, it keeps things interesting, it keeps me on my toes, it keeps my mind sharp. I love when she takes 3 hours to get ready because it gives me time to develop the power of my imagination. I really like sitting for hours just thinking about what miraculous explanation I'm going to give the people at the event we are going to on why we are 2 and a half hours late. Man do I love my wife. I do, and I would never divorce her because a man who leaves his wife for his girlfriend has no honor at all. And I am if nothing else a man of honor who keeps his promises. Oh I just love my wife. I especially love when she treats me like a son. It really shows how much she loves me, you know? When she complains honey why arent the dishes done and why isn’t the room clean and why are you never home I’m flooded with intense emotions that I can’t begin to describe? I mean, is there any greater love than a mothers love, and am I not the luckiest man of all to get a two for one special in my adoring wife? Her adorable nagging really lets me use the few hours I'm not at work proactively because god forbid I take a break. You see, I just love my wife. I really really do. And I will never divorce her because I meant what I said when I vowed until DEATH do us part.
Blue sweetly Jack frosted fingers
bite down deep inside trembles
Grasping claws on frozen air
each touch gently breathing
out a cloud of the softest
Silken satin holding you
In each and every single breath
A soul kissing beauty in song sings
I go weak at the knees in honor
flying dreams dancing with the spirits
Together we have found Heaven
Just in that one kiss honey
I will rock you forever gently
always holding you sweetheart close
embracing the heart within
these open arms smiling dew
falling love frozen precious pearls
8/7/7/7/7/7 heaven rising 8 cloud 9/9/9 falling to 8 heaven 7/7 landing 8 dreaming waves
Form:
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.
A Sacrament is an outward sign instituted by Christ to give grace
There are 7 Sacraments: Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Penance or Confession, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders and Holy Matrimony
The Sacraments have the power of giving grace from the merits of Jesus Christ
The Sacraments have the power of giving grace from the merits of Jesus Christ
Some of the sacraments give sanctifying grace and others increase it in our souls
The Sacraments that give sanctifying grace are Baptism and Penance or Confession and they are called the Sacraments of the dead
Baptism and Penance or Confession are called Sacraments of the dead because they take away sin, which is the death of the soul and give grace which is its life.
The Sacraments that increase sanctifying grace in our soul are: Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders, and Holy Matrimony and they are called Sacraments of the living
Confirmation, Holy Eucharist or Communion, Extreme Unction or Anointing of the sick, Holy Orders and Matrimony are called Sacraments of the living, because those who receive them worthily are already living the life of grace
He who receives the Sacrament of the living in mortal sin commits a sacrilege, which is a great sin, because it is an abuse of sacred thing
Besides sanctifying grace the Sacraments give another grace, called sacramental
Sacramental grace is special help which God gives, to attain the end for which He instituted each Sacrament.
The Sacrament always give grace, if we receive them with the right dispositions
We can receive Sacraments more than once, except Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders
We cannot receive Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders more than once because they imprint a character in the soul
The character which these sacraments imprint the soul is a spiritual mark which lives forever
This character remains in the soul even after death: for the honor and glory of those who are saved; for the shame and punishment of those who are lost
My words without tears are merely just that.
My heart is of soul with love but water it sheds.
Is it that I want to which I can not have?
Or is it the jealousy that rages within?
The beauty she intises me with fight.
But the beauty I fall closely in love.
She is like the star in my sky that makes me shine.
My world may go round ~n~ round but never come to end.
Cause she's the center of my uiniverse and not just a friend.
She's the axle I turn on because we share the same love.
If only she knew how I really felt.
We would never part but be companions til the end.
With love and honor I would make her my wife.
Only to share happiness for eternity and life.
But with love, I will always love her with all my heart.
And never forget the moments we share.
Be good to her because she is my heart.
She's my world in darkness because there she shines a light.
One that will never be put out in this life.
But always have a flame you can see through the country side at nights.
She put the Joy in Love you see.
Because she's everything in this world to me.
My breathe, the air, I will love to death.
With wings of golden starlight your spirits flare
Each woman burst forth a steadfast astral pyre
Your valiant souls are / defying / confining
the tethered snare
Like distant suns that are piercing the boundless mire
With hearts unyielding you are shatter iron grates
Your unshackled wings where shadows once confined
And in your touch,
love's caresses, gentle graces
A serenade of voices, together
softly intertwined.
Through time's grand halls your histories reside
Your footprints pressing...
on ever-shifting sands
With every single verse
a truth you cannot hide
For you mend the world with...
steady guiding hands
O gracious women, blessed with beauty /
fierce and bold.
In every realm
your being we cherish
and behold.
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“No matter how tired you are, no matter how physically exhausting this work may be, it's beautiful to bring a smile into someone's life, to care for someone in need. What greater joy can there be?” Mother Teresa
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." - Charlotte Brontë
How they laugh and they point as they whisper ‘bout me
And they only can see what their shallow eyes see
Though my surface is not picture perfect for show
How this heart bleeds with purpose they never could know
Of the horrors and trials my soul has survived
Of the hell and the fury that killed me alive
I’ve been stripped of my honor and burnt at the stake
Made to live in a nightmare but could not awake
The atrocities bared on my face in display
Oh they cause you to cringe as your eyes turn away
And the truth is my scars are much deeper than face
Just a trace has been left of humanity’s grace
As they came in the dead of the night whilst we slept
Through the house down the hall they so silently crept
I was tied to a chair and with sickened disgust
Made to watch as my daughters defiled with their lust
Oh my sweet baby girls who I failed to protect
Now your innocence lives in my heart where you’re kept
As the flames and your screams took the last of my peace
Melting skin joined my tears as your souls found release
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Written 1/2/2017 for Anapestic Tetrameter Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
I won't pick out one special Poetry Soup poet
None of us are worthy of being a poet Laureate
Choosing just one who has skills shouldn't be a goal
It's like separating a favorite sheep from the foal
Saying its wool has the most beautiful fleece
doesn't seem to be the right way to have peace
There are many poets who write with quality
and if I choose only one, I'd owe an apology
to those I didn't honor by using their name
I don't want to be guilty and won't take the blame
for entering any contest on Poetry Soup
that might hurt someone's feelings in the group
Picking a favorite could cause further division
I don't think alienating any poet is a good decision
Congrats to those who earn it with great writing
No one deserves to be overlooked by slighting
It's my opinion so I have the freedom to say
If peace is to exist in PS, it won't be found this way
Some great poems are written as lyrics to a song
but naming one above the others seems wrong
Tell those you admire by making kind comments
Prevent hurt feelings and ill will before it ferments
Such divisiveness might hurt another poet's heart
It's not pleasant to taste buds, too sour and too tart
Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit
That motored their antique tides of phrase,
And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode,
Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace.
Now where does a tottering novice start
As he pens such a crystalline work of art,
To honor champs in grave's dark repose,
And regale pupil protégés in equal dose?
Let me like Andrew Marvel swiftly pen
Authentic tropes to the best of my ken;
And as Shakespeare debug tart myths,
That wit eschews meekest wordsmiths.
And deal Wordsworth such fitting due
As meets his laudable classical styles;
And for Sidney weave echoing rhapsodies
That tell masked sagas via metered guiles.
I'll like Robert Frost's swiftly twined twists,
Blame melancholia for path-splitting mists.
May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall.
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.
What is that, that that I see, it's the
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.
Hold still my courage tightly grasped.
Guard it against my building weakness.
Surely my hedge stone of strength falls fast.
For with gaping mouth, my soul's aghast.
O guardian angles where art thou?
Of your essence, I do not see!
Upon you, I trust all that make me
The vivacious heroine I currently-be.
Yet, now I am fallen on bend-of-knee
With mounting weariness, my nerves grow thin.
Windows wide opened reveals stark fear within.
Take charge "my" icy stare frozen sickles brightly glare.
Of this moment of graved aware
Affixed to root a solid mass vital seconds now to pass.
Still no twitch or flick of "foot", all thoughts to flee, all thoughts last.
With outstretched hands grant me my honor.
Of restoring please do not ignore.
Return to me my pride and glory.
On this notion, I do implore.
Do not snatch the life within me.
Release my breathing so it flows free.
Of my name, you do not see.
On the list given unto thee.
Go thy way yonder time to come.
Here now living I’m not done.
~~~Preludes in the poem "Tones"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tones_1198731