Long Hurry Poems
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Geminis cannot be squelched
Without squirming and kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming and stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths leave us alone
Usually agreeing other targets go more easily.
Gemini is an air sign, we get along well with Aquarians and Leos
Best to marry Libras if we can find one available
But they marry early, so hurry.
Gemini, flighty, funny, fleeting
Moving, malleable, merry-maker mercurial mind
Dynamic, energetic, a shapeshifter, a fairy, a changeling
Gemini, constantly seeking, learning the world
Asking questions, figuring out better ways,
Clairvoyant, clairsentience, clairaudient
Gemini, party animal, bringing joy and enthusiasm
New horizons, fresh start, rejuvenation
Wants her own way, can be diabolical if double-crossed
Gemini, fragile, sensitive, easily hurt
Fairy-like, imagination on ready alert always.
Sensitive idealist, actress, teacher persuader
Can you hear me God
I stood by my mind
I worship my soul
I adore my spirit
Cos this are the best gifts
You have given me oh God
Yet I wonder about what I see in life
I thought this life was made
A home for we humans
A heaven for all humans
I remember we all got a heart
Right there below our heads
So what happened to the world
How do we suddenly get here
Yes here yes hell
How could a beautiful world
In africa Be a horror
How could we be so selective
In showing love
Even our kindness is selected
Who is to be first and last
Says more about a master
And it slaves
What a dark world
Were or who will I turn to
So I stood by my mind
I worship my soul
I adored my spirit
Before I could call on nature
I hope you can hear me God
Can you hear me God
Cos the world is failing
They are not close to their origin
Either are they willing to be
An example to humanity
Ignorance has block
The hearts of men
A man is the problems of another man
A man is the reason another man dies
Away in a hurry
This is the kind of world
We celebrate now
Oh God I knew this was not
Your intentions
This was not your plan
Yet in a crazy world
You manage to show me my path
Cos who will I run to in my troubles
Who will hear me out
So I stood by my mind
I worship my soul
I adored my spirit
Cos this are my remedy after the creator
So Hear me oh God
Cos the innocent die young
Nowadays
Right before our eyes for nothing
We are watching the destruction
Of a beautiful heaven freely given
To us turning to a hot hell
I got no other way to turn to
I got no one to call on
I got no remedy to my quest
I got no ways of solution
If not for your worth oh God
So again I stood by my mind
I worship my soul
I adore my spirit
Cos I saw alot miseries descending
While the smokes of brutality keep ascending
No wonder in the pictures of our realities
Today
Our lives are based on dependence
Freedom is far free in a world
You made freely for us all oh God
Now you understand why
I got a reason to chant to God
I got no other options
So save me my peace of heart
And let my call be heard oh God.…
The remains of my heart.
In your arms…Edenheart.
Fire heart or ice cold.
A soothing sooth finds a way to soothe,
You.
Crazy-love like lazy-love will only fall to pieces.
Never love like you don’t even need it.
Grieving widows weep as willows,
Wishing they were once more with their lost Princes.
A forest without sound is beautiful-still.
Like the mountains above,
Beauty remains.
I would climb a thousand steps if you and I could remain the same.
Centuries come and go.
Love remains.
You and I are worth it or worthless.
The decision is yours,
But hurry, it is starting to rain.
Falling days from calendar squares.
Another advent chocolate gone missing.
There,
Is only a short time for us to love and obey.
Avast ye hearty!
Before I make ye walk away;
I will plant a plank for you to walk.
I will catch you in my arms if you take a leap of faith.
Love prepares you for the fall.
If you go, this memory I will keep on using.
Wouldn’t that be just darn-tooting!
You are all I want to know.
Shooting stars fly past your window.
Balcony Queen,
Think of me,
As I think of you,
Inside my dreams.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Roses have bloomed colorful, wearing
A symphony of red, white, and pink.
Gardenia and Jasmine pose in white,
Butterflies are fluttering in delight.
Insects are pollinating flowering trees
Devouring nectar, a fee for the service.
Apple flowers, pretty in pink and white.
Purple peach flowers, an enchanting sight.
The fig trees nearby have flowers too
Greenish blossoms hidden from view
The tiny buds, look like fruits indeed!
In fact, they're inverted flowers within.
Flowers' aroma attracts female wasp
Eager to lay eggs, as romance begins
Inside the Syconium of a male flower.
A mutualism yearning for symbiosis.
Baby wasps will soon mature
The siblings will mate with each other
Wingless males will die, females will fly
In a hurry with the pollen they carry
Searching new male flowers to breed.
Female flowers exude a special scent
Tricking the wasp to shimmy in the stem,
A one way street to death sentence.
Female flowers pollinate, don't reciprocate
No place for the wasp to lay its eggs.
Having lost its wings, it dies for a cause
The flowers in time digest the dead wasp
And grow into a ripened fruit we call fig.
Just this one time, mutualism lost its grip.
I have to admit your planet is chill, I said.
Possibly the most placid in the universe.
How do you know? The alien asked. And what is that?
I guessed sky, clouds, trees, bird.
No, I know those things he said. What is THAT?
I did not get it for a while, for I saw nothing else.
Which shows that I have lost my appreciation for beauty.
It was the sunset!
I felt my brains were not on fire today,
Kind of lukewarm, a spike above genocide.
The alien touched my elbow with his violet fingers
I looked down, surprised at his light touch.
I thought you would be ferocious, I told him.
He threw back his ebony eyes and chuckled.
I thought you would be carnivores, he told me.
That is when I knew not to offer him meat for breakfast.
Let’s hurry inside and have some eggs I suggested.
My roommate was putting a platter on the table.
It had bacon, eggs, pancakes and sausage.
My new friend took a bite of sausage.
Wow! He said. What is this?
It is a cookie, I quickly replied.
The Honey That Burns
You are thick like honey that slowly wraps around me and melts me into thought,
You are the flower I worshipped without measure, without a single word I caught,
But these verses I read in a hurry and crushed them inside my palm,
Who wants them now... I ask myself tonight... cold... and full of calm.
The parade of my pride I wouldn't trade for anything or anyone under the sun,
Let someone else watch your waterfall of stars and praises with patience... let it run,
I have chosen my silence tall as a mountain stripped of snow,
And I stand and watch life pass by... without asking me... without a hello.
I am scared and I find it strange what's happening to me and I don't understand,
My soul has been covered over with weeds and still I can't untie its band,
Love won't leave me even though I've chased it away with both my hands,
It stays down there... quiet... like water under a stone... cold... where it stands.
How do I learn to know... how do I learn to believe the universe hears me out,
How do I stop lying to myself... in this long and blind and heavy bout,
My inhale and exhale are an empty glass stretched toward a stranger's table and its spread,
Maybe I can fill it... maybe I can drink... maybe I can fade... in my own light instead.
Life passes me by like a train in the night that never stops to stay,
I call out after it... wait... I want to remember you... to know your face someday,
But it keeps running with its smoke of dreams and embers burning far,
And I stay on the platform... with the empty glass... and the honey... and the scar.
You wrap around me still today thick and sweet from the weight of memories we keep,
Your flower has wilted inside me somewhere among the weeds growing deep,
And my pride burns alone like a candle forgotten in a room with no one there,
Love refuses to leave... it stays... like honey... sweet... and bitter... and a bruise beyond repair.
Although I could count the petals of a flower
the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight
like a seed of hope always seems to foster,
the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night.
As I venture into Summer's golden warmth,
expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart
like an old folk delve into his youth,
and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort.
The splashing river grasps within my soul
as if I would find my inner peace
to let go the pain and its faults
with the sun shining on my face.
Having a desire to transform my life
into a love that is sweet as a nut
as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe
with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout.
As I find myself feeling strong and blessed,
thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength
like a little sprout had been sowed,
Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides.
(When Courage finds Love and Faith)
brave words
falling from my pen
fill the emptiness
a page of white nothingness
working on fantasies,
erasing all the wars with thanks
giving hope to the spirit
who sees beyond the dreams
to the touch
a ghostlike memory
revealing the promises
lost, exploding in the thoughts
brought to life
in rich reds, flaming ginger
mysteries of a soul
who breathes
light from her prayers
silently exposing
naked hearts, so rare
her stars
in her eyes
the beating down
sun, vibrating
across the ruins of a tale
where hope met faith
and lived,
excelled – a song
playing in her head
freedom from the darkness
where rain stills
and blessings hide
beneath the broken
hearts who once knew
the meaning
the beauty
how did they last
surviving
the night’s dread
darkness, fear, tears
poured out for the moon
stars winking
is this truth?
her memories
blowing away the tune
rhythmic sounds
laughter
then tears pouring out
souls once felt
the music in their spirit
now they nearly
bleed
with the deafening
speaking
washing over the soul
a soundless note
roaring, blazing
embracing the senses
prayers, praise
where is His light?
fog rushes
to meet my darkness
praying it will fade
beneath the sun’s gaze,
then, in her eyes
there is indigo skies
burning away the past
pain never lasts
it comes in waves
grieving
tasting the gentle
a soul who knows
the light will fade
but the past
never waits
it stays, stays, stays
washing away
the music, the beautiful
with a touch
hue of pure pleasure
risking the dance
a second chance
brain washed by fate
still the night fades
into day
and I say –
life goes too fast,
I hurry up and wait
but the stars
they still praise
and so will I…
this is my fate,
I’ll always say
God is alive – love
it will survive
and my heart, my soul
know when to show
the world
the glow of a life
who is defined
by Christ –
so He saves me
from the sin, the shame
the mindless fears,
all the moments in prayer
washing away
what is past, overcast
skies reveal
the way to heal
found in His light,
the Son’s shining so bright!
I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a goat and my parents they agreed
We saw one advertised and rushed there at great speed
Poor ‘Susie’ lived in a paved back yard
Finding her food to eat must have been hard
We paid them some money and then the fun began
Travelling home in dads Volkswagen van*
I sat on the back seat with ‘Susie’ next to me
It looked pretty silly – I’m sure you will agree
Back home she bounded out of the car
She trimmed the nearest rose bush – she really was a star
She headed for the washing line and tried to eat dad’s pants
It was pretty hilarious – I can still hear poor dad’s rants
She was ‘with kid’ and got settled in her comfy shed
Her favourite food was bananas she’d eat them all when fed
Finally the great day of the kid’s birth did arrive
I called them ‘Billy and Nanny’ I was filled with great pride
The kids were so cute and we would take them out for walks
If people saw us out in the street their eyes would be on stalks
The kids they grew so quickly and nanny she got sold
Billy stayed a few more weeks but he was never to get old
Billy became a problem and was sold off in a hurry
I was devastated to find poor Billy was made into curry
This really did happen as written - I had Susie for my 13th birthday present
The ONLY amendment is it was a VW Beetle not a van *
Jan Allison
10th April 2014
Memories.
Memories are thoughts stored from the past
Many are lost; others seem to last
When you think of good times way back then
Just being alone or time with a friend
You think of your first love or your first kiss
There are indeed good times you've grown to miss.
The pounding heart or a childhood smile
Feelings you haven't felt in a while
Thinking of these times, you suddenly grin
Thoughts you've kept of the way back then
Your first bike or a brand new toy
Barbie's for girls GI Joe's for boys
Gathering of friends with no time to hurry
No schedules to keep..no time to worry
We've grown older, and friends have passed
We're still here and dream of the past
Daydreaming is fun when the thoughts make you smile
So sit back and relax, think back for a while
Thoughts from a long time ago and things from the past
Dreams of youth are disappearing fast
Enjoy your imagination and think so clear
Of time from days of yesteryear.
Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard