Long Hugs Poems
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At 20 I thought my life was over
At 30 I had my whole life ahead of me
I finally came into myself
I finally can see that I am here to stay
Even If I die today
My voice will echo to the end of days
Even if I starve and cry
My generations will eat my name
Even if death came my way
I already won the game It will not be played
I am the wave that time depends on to sway
I am the king who made death his slave
I am the crown that nature wears on its head
I am the wind that blows and hugs your face
I am eternity paused for a moment of grace
I am beauty I am the smile on your face
I am my name I am the angel who lost his way
I am forgiven and now its my time to reign
Look at my crown then raise and accept your name
Look at my crown you are more than the life you led
You will not bow i am the king who don't need no praise
Amen forever is all that is left
I’m not worthy of a crown,
not with my tongue wrapped in curses,
or my hands stained with gin,
toasting to life with a glass that’s seen
more dirt than decanter.
Champagne flutes?
I’ll take a tumbler, thanks.
I don’t wear dresses that swish and sigh,
no silk surrendering to the wind -
I wear leather that’s seen more miles,
denim that hugs without apology.
Pink makes me itch like a lie,
a colour that never sat right on my skin.
My cutlery’s a rebellion,
knife in the wrong hand, fork like a rogue,
like I’m eating with a side-eye to the rules.
I’ve got tattoos of skulls and beetles,
etched into skin like secrets,
wings that flap loud enough
to make silence tremble.
I laugh like thunder tearing through a quiet sky,
slam tequila like I’m daring the world to catch up -
but that’s the price of freedom,
a throat raw with defiance.
I have opinions that crack like glass,
things society isn’t ready to hear,
not ready to swallow.
But crowns?
Just circles of hollow gold,
polished and perfect,
made for heads too soft to handle
the weight of their own shadows.
I am no queen,
but I do know how to wear a crown of smoke,
and that’s far more interesting.
A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot
In a darkened closet much like a burial plot
Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt
Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt
Memories wrapped in soft stuffing
Threadbare keepsake suffering
Cracked plastic smile full of secrets
A slow darkening uniqueness
Awakened within static button eyes
And malevolent intent began to arise
Replacing the love long since perished
Within the toy once so cherished
Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong
Bent and broken but vile and strong
Weaving into the life and dreams
Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams
Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright
Gaining strength with each passing night
Worming its presence into flesh and bone
Nevermore, nevermore to be alone
And now with one quick and final thrust
The Toy arises and shakes off its dust
Reaches out and takes control
Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul
Caught in magnet
circle dance
from sun center
spiraling
circles cooling
as they widen
slowly
without shocking
first the cheating
dressed in lies
then the soul's
destroying
reviling
long the nights
loud the fights
with abusive libel
arguing
birthday cards
chocolate hearts
red of roses
sighing
locked in widow
dusty box
long forgotten
traveling
having borrowed
way too much
credit running out
from a heart
that tears of ice
in the dark
keeps crying
with no sign
of opening buds
melody songs
of robins
summer hugs
dancing eyes
falling tears
of autumn
caught
in chilling
soul fatigue
eyes seduction
interfere
one heart drawn
in new dance
other
toward the dark
spiraling
far from magnet
winter quiet
gold of silence
comforting
crackling sound
melting ice
raining down
compassion
circles warming
faster narrowing
God's love
light
showering
with a promise
of rebirth
joy of love
eternal
budding.
Abiding in the Almighty and abounding in His grace always
Blest am I to beseech Him for answers to my prayer requests:
Constant consistency to fulfill commitment
Driven by Christ midst blissful servanthood delight---
Energetic enthusiasm for stewardship
Faithfulness toward fruitfulness along His grace---
Good health with serene bliss I ask from God each day
Healing completely for Sister Friend from cancer
Immune system of family to be steadfast
Jubilant spirit to prevail despite aging
Kisses and hugs abounding over panic angst
Loving kindness that ignites caregiving passion---
Mindfulness I seek against multi-tasking roles
Nutritious with dietetic goodness to crave
Optimization of productivity-zest
Peace still is prioritized in prayer moments
Quietude in an Edenic environment
Relaxation along therapeutic massage
Spiritual fortitude to fight temptations---
Triumphant travels, treks of faith ascent I wish
Undauntedly pursuing Gospel mission trips
Victorious journey to Israel --- not virtual
Winter, Spring and Fall experiences in due time
Xiexie attitude along rejoicing spirit
Youthfulness glow while awaiting Saviour’s coming
Zest to work well amidst God's assurance, abiding.
*John 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
December 30, 2022
Edited on February 22, 2023
3rd place, "A Forms and Words Challenge" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 3/2/2023.
A wise man once had told me
as I sat sadly on his knee
Son, don’t be afraid to hug someone
When you get the opportunity
He said life’s too short for shaking hands
and keeping distance there
Just hug someone because you can
To show them that you care.
“You know”, he whispered as he leaned to me
with his eyes so full of love
“my daddy told me when I was small
that they came from God above”.
So he gave me a great big hug and said
how does it make you feel?
I said with giggling laughter
“like a silly circus seal “
Well God he knew, that we would need
Something to touch our heart
When times got tough and we were sad
and needed a new start
So he created hugs to cheer us up
and make us feel brand new
Because no matter who we are
we need to feel loved too
So my son you can shake a hand
and play the average role
Or you can hug a man with open arms
and you’ll have touched his soul
That wise man who so long ago
held me upon his knee
Was the greatest hugger that ever lived
he was my dear ol’ dad you see.
But now he’s gone and I’m feeling sad
Cause I miss him oh so much
The way he kissed and hugged you tight
He had a special touch
So if I had, a single wish
to make this sadness flee
I’d wish a moment with that wise old man
A “one last hug” for me.
Hug Someone Today!
“A life leaving traces after death . . .
a blessing we extol with every breath.”
__by Poet
So many years ago my parents passed,
each leaving well before considered old.
And so, for them, my sorrow yearned at last
to know that they live on, as scriptures hold.
At their two graves, I stood and wept goodbyes
and then each night prayed long for God to say
that they were safe with Him in Heaven's skies;
please have them show me in their special way.
My prayers were answered by a dream she sent.
Dear Mom, with twinkling eyes, threw me a kiss.
Then, forming hugs with arms embraced, she went
among the clouds, assuring me her bliss.
Years later, when my Dad had passed away,
a rose upon his coffin ended strife;
by chance, within a book was placed to lay
upon some words that proved Eternal Life.
Two loved ones leaving traces after death!
This filled my heart with comfort through the years.
And now, I hold the truths displayed in depth;
so thankful that these answers dried my tears.
I miss her.
Maybe I should call her...
.............
"Come on man, is she really all that?"
Yeah.
She's U T T E R L Y
I
M
E
L
E
S
S
However, I don't miss her
The way old men miss the "good ol' days"
Or the way teachers miss capital punishment
Or the way boarding students miss their home
No.
I miss her
The way addicts miss their drugs
H
G
I
(When she's here I feel H )
The way gibbons miss their mates
(I did research on this, ok?)
The way left shoes miss the right shoes
(If she left , it would never feel right again)
..................
"What does she do to make you feel this way, man"
Well...
Her Smile Her Jokes
Her Eyes Her Hugs
Her Laugh. Her Strength
But also
Her Frown Her Complaints
Her Clumsiness Her Shin kicks
Her Cries Her Vulnerability
(I could keep going, trust me)
She's got a gorilla's grip on my heart
And call me sadistic but
I don't want her to let go
..............
"Damn, how many years has it been since you've spoken"
Years?
Nope.
72 hours.
"Yikes."
I said I ain't been on no bike
He said, 'Well, there it is.'
Premature baldness and popcorn muscles
I told him I got a B in History
He said, 'What a life you're gonna have.'
This is what I'm paying for
Man hugs and comic sans garage dweller
As I lay in bed on my side
With the book open next to my eyeball
Country music in one ear
Chewing three pieces of gum simultaneously
Offering extra strong mints to friends
I am inside a wooden nesting doll
The windscreen is frozen over
I am a dog looking out the driver's window
A constant expression of weariness
He wants to see me again in a month
He asks for a mint as I leave
I ask reception for a shovel to dig to
Disappointment Island
It seems I was stuffed with some wool and some foam
And then I was sent to this ‘in between’ home
My purpose is now to give heartstrings a tug
Alas that’s not easy… because I’m a slug
I feel like I’ve been here forever and ever
For I don’t recall being sewn together
I didn’t get long to hang out with the boys
For this is a shop that sells soft cuddly toys
When I first got here I wasn’t alone
With bunnies and bears and a dog with a bone
There was a cat and that thing from Loch Ness
And there was a rag doll whose hair was a mess
Whoever came up with a cuddly slug
Why not a butterfly or lady bug
Just as expected, my friends sold out fast
I’ll give you one guess who was left here till last
Of course that was me sitting here by myself
Until someone came… and they refilled the shelf
But one by one all those new friends went as well
Even the tortoise… hey… I need a shell
I need to be loved as it’s good for one’s health
But shells don’t come cheap and I’m lacking in wealth
A young girl approaches; I’m likely to fail
“Mum,” she says, “I want the poor homeless snail.”
2 November 2022
Contest: Be Creative
Sponsor: Eve Roper