Long Hopeme Poems
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I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red
hand.
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that
i see.
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early
grave.
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any
more tears.
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper
family will look after me and make their house my home.
I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?
There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.
Bitterness poisons my thoughts;
Creating a huge dark cloud;
covering the diamond stars that glitter in my mind.
A drought of grace and love dwells in my heart;
And resentment has grown in me as a cactus in a desert.
Shadows of death and doubt breathe upon me,
Like vultures waiting on me as if I was a dying prey.
Destruction is taking a step closer to me every hour.
And I’m folded as a cabbage,
Squeezed on a corner,
Trembling and crying out:
“My LORD, My FATHER,
Why do you forsake me?
Clearly as the clean air; I am nothing without YOU.
Rise up my LORD!
Rise up as the sun rises up at the break of dawn wiping out the darkness,
Let YOUR light shine upon my life and put a song in the bird's heart.
Let me rejoice at the beauty of YOUR sunrise
Let me rejoice at the first ray of light that shines a beam of gold
Let YOUR light dry the tears of anguish and loneliness caused by darkness.
Restore back peace and love in my life.
Kill the torment in my soul
And in its place rise a sweet essence.
Pour rains of grace and love in my dry heart
And bring back to life the sweet fragrant flowers of spring.
Blow away the bitter clouds of thought,
And leave my mind stretched as the universe;
beautified by billions of stars glittering as eternity.
Chase away the dark shadows that breath upon me,
And let the doves bring to me the twigs of salvation.
For in my inner depths breathes hope and faith in YOU.
Let YOUR deliverance and providence shine upon me as the cloudless noon day sun;
And FATHER;
Let not the light of YOUR eyes set away from me,
Lest I become proud in YOUR eyes.”
Form:
A millstone is around my neck
and all that I can see
is murkiness below me
as I'm dragged to depths of sea.
Disillusionment is oozing
in this ocean of my plight;
no rainbow fish to dart about
and make the water bright.
I’m being pulled toward something
like from my darkest dreams -
A place to lose one's very soul. . .
a nothingness it seems.
But now there up above me
a distant light I view.
And also I can barely see
a tinge of rose and blue.
The void below me crouches,
and I'm conscious of the rope
that binds my feet, but also
I can feel my growing hope.
For, through the ocean's skin,
there is peeping down at me
Hope in all her radiance;
she shines with clarity!
Rays of reassurance now
gleam through gloom's descent.
Prospect seems to call to me
as if from heaven sent.
I marvel as the millstone and
the ropes all fall away.
Released, I’m rising up and up
to that golden ray.
Bursting to exhale, I feel
myself ascending fast.
Refreshment of sweet oxygen
I know I'll taste at last!
A final surge; the coral glow
of breaking day I see.
I'm breaking water's surface;
splendid dawn embraces me!
My woes are many and ever painfully afflict,
Fears fetter and doubts dog;
My whole estate is abstract absurd:
Front and back are wound in a clog,
Both inside and out are beaten hard
And either from other I cannot tell apart.
And dear reader do you not with me empathize,
As the wheels of fate my chariots sweep astray?
Not one in the world a piece of mercy seems to show,
My sails are dark and the bargains quite low;
I cannot venture a tomorrow’s reflection,
For crammed with enough murk is each day:
Adequate for its length and not beyond,
And surely not of any little measure.
The cure for all was long prescribed:
Master Time the healer of both the disease
And the hallucinations it inscribed;
The panacea dose of all ages.
May he tick away day after day
And flip his clandestine pages,
Mapping out both will and way.
Now, dear Master Time, caressing my every aching part,
Nurse my frail bones and balm my fractured heart;
Serve me the cold drink of your patient progression
Towards my final relief and ransom.
I cry silently
No-one hears my passion
No-one hears my thoughts
All I can do is write
Misery is all I see
Poverty is all I see
Life is devastating
My mum cries for what
If she experienced half of what I suffered
She would not live, god forbid
No-one understands the misery that happens behind these glasses
I cry silently
Take these broken glasses
Angel
Rise me above
Take me from life
Grant me a new one
I can’t hold it any longer
No-one understands this misery
The only hope I have is achievement
Is it a matter of death?
My liver hurts
My head hurts
My eyes hurt
I am half blind
I am ill
But I have one hope
To achieve
No-one can stop me!
Form:
A Crown and my battles
My crown is there far away from me
The way to reach is too hard and risky
Many battles are going between me and to it
Obstacles and barriers are more and more but
I am walking towards my crown
Though there are many wounds in my body
I am steadily moving to wards my crown
It is in my vision and it is nearing me
I n between me and to my crown many battles are going on
My legs are moving consistently towards it
There may be many thorns and pits on my way
My will is so strong to swear that crown
Thousands or lakhs may scold and tease me now
Millions will wait to that moment to greet to my success
My crown is there far away from me
The way to reach is too hard and risky
I will be their emperor from that second
Shedding blood from my body is nothing and
Shedding tears from my eyes are nothing
Everything will be come scars of my victories and
Everyone will praise my success
There I will built my empire and
There I will occupy my people
Scolding enemies will be first admirers of my court
Teasing friends will write my story of success
My crown is there far away from me
The way to reach is too hard and risky
Brimming with echoes of their past
When I dream of theses places
I sometimes feel alone here
I look around me and all I see
Is a nothing a void in place
I should be happy and free
What is it that you tell me to do
Where is it that you tell me to go
Where I should go in this desert
Why should I stay in this desert
There is nothing for me there
I seek refuge out of all this mess
I seek out a friendly face to hold
A friendly face to hold me
To comfort me in sad times
And keep me from the cold
Cold dark damp places I see
Sad times of sorrow and grief
I choose to leave this place
Seek the road to happiness
Tanka, didn’t work for me you see.
Sorry for the wait, I’ve been as busy as a bee.
I see PD is getting a lot of praise
I’m confident, PD, it is not just a phase!
I had to wait to view some of your writes
I had little information, but I let you out of my sights
PD, I have recaptured my Soul today
Shoot me down if you want and have your say
I read your Haiku and it would be easy to hurt
But my friend, that time has gone, no more dirt.
I open my arms to embrace you true
Change of direction, writing about the colour blue
Blue is the colour of protection and the spirit
I give it to you, you can walk forever with it.
Poetry Destroyer IS the wrong name
Poetry Supporter is the correct term, but what a shame.
I wish you luck on you future hits
The day will come you will enter the grand old Ritz
So, the offer is there stands there my dear PD
Hit me hard, knock me out, send me to sea.
Is this the white flag, you tell me?
May be it is, lets wait and see.
Send me to the stocks or chain me up
Poetry police, long term i'll never give-up
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”
That would be me ! What can I do for you?
He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
HOPE
Now who could this man have been ?
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as daylight flows on floors of meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just a glance of champagne cheeks through her secret seat
makes hours sink in seconds breathing psalms of time’s aces
then i’d go deep for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
as i hide snuffed sighs claiming eyes that await my reply
of a love as pure dawn giving wings to flowers’ poised paces,
the treasures in my chest are not tiaras or diamonds sold high
this, my rimless devotion will plant years gold with praises
your comfort in blaze of thunder, i’ll gladly give raw braces
a lifetime of caress to guide our lanes pastoral and wild we’d greet,
savoring flute, butterflies and giggling shells on winds’ embraces
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
have i grown weeds in yarns of time, answer not yet said?
a flick of hope blows on this my airborne soul for returned praises
oh, my waters entice me as potpourri of my lady’s rhymes are fed,
when she stalls, then crawls on wanderings of night’s mazes
her quiet flush textured with pleas of patience on moon’s faces,
this silence has many altars adorned by veils of her sun and sleet
still, i stay with serenades to dust her feathers too shy for chases
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
the absence of her eloquence jail me in chapels’ clumped vases
till she, lady of my velvet dreams, lit my passion’s fond heat
our hands shall wander unto rhapsody of faraway places
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet!
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