Long I miss Poems
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My love for you is like a river,
Endless and flowing, it will never quiver.
In every moment, in every hour,
You're the one my heart longs to empower.
Every step I take, every road I cross,
Reminds me of the love we've lost.
If your love for me should ever fade,
My love for you would also shade.
But if your heart still beats with mine,
Our love will forever intertwine.
For if you were to leave and go,
I'll find peace in letting you know.
But if our love is true and pure,
I'll always be here, enduring.
And you'll find in me a love so bright,
That will shine forever, day and night.
This cold winter rain makes me lazy.
I miss the warm sunshine of fall.
All I want to do is to rest.
It seems I've no energy at all.
I long for the coming of spring
When my spirit and the earth are reborn.
For the drab winter weather saddens me
And leaves me feeling forlorn.
This season has barely begun
And I'm already wishing it gone.
I miss the clear skies above
And the bird's chatter greeting the dawn.
Winter can be so depressing,
Especially when you're alone.
The rain, the snow and the cold, cold wind
Leaves me feeling weary to the bone.
I count the days till it's over
And the spring arrives at last.
Three more months is a long, long time
To live life with skies overcast.
Everything today is instant!
More ram, faster processor –
My God!--how I miss the
Slower and Lesser; when one
had pause between actions –
took time for personal stills
and reflections. Nowadays, plugs
in all ears; screens everywhere...
gone the epic when people would
openly share, bits and pieces of
meaningful self: when things were
far less programmed; from the
heart, direct and spontaneous;
a time when people seemed less
fearful of silence – to be alone
with one's thoughts – needing
less external distraction, the
flashing and ringing electronics
that are rapidly becoming
our modern pulpits and courts.
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
Best Friend
My friend,
I think of you often.
I ponder why we are not together anymore.
I was happy, and laughed easy,
you did as well.
"Why are we not friends, anymore?"
I remember going to school,
and doing our homework together.
I remember bike rides,
to the beach,
walking in the water,
and playing in the tide pools.
I remember train rides,
sky cabs,
and silly fads.
We went to the movies,
and parties with just us.
I remember adventures,
without boundaries.
We were free, to be,
all that we could be,
because we had faith in each other.
You found a new friend,
and she did not like me.
She planted seeds of doubt.
They grew into great trees,
and I was lost among the weeds.
I wish that you were here,
... still.
I'm looking for you in bits and pieces
In someone's height, in someone's face
In someone's cry and in someone's grace
I crave your trace
This never ending yearning won't stop till I find
The one that I can finally call mine
I tend to push my heart into believing
That guy is the one, That guy might be the one, That guy just might be the one but
The heart knows what it knows
He never is, nobody is.
These useless attempts of forcing love into my life constantly ends up with me knowing that the result is not what I expect.
I Wish I could pick and choose and build you with my own hands.
It'd be easier to just opt a nice personality, good height, mesmerizing face, hazel eyes, veiny arms but they don't add up to you. Because those eyes wouldn't be the ones that look for my hoodie in a room full of red dresses, that face wasn't the one I held with my very hands, those arms don't lift me with happiness and give me a princess twirl.
The problem is that even if I had the superpower to put you together from boys of my age, I would still be left heartbroken
You aren't formed of their qualities but my expectations and imaginations. You laugh with me, crave me, touch me, look for me and me alone. That can never be true because this version of you just doesn't exist. You do not exist and that's the worst of all
Now, our last patriarch of the Greatest Generation has been taken
a life's long journey, not to be forsaken.
In truth we know that the Lord will call us too...
Invite us to join Him, whatever we do.
We all teased our Uncle in good natured fun
He always smiled; then came back with some witty pun.
He could burst my balloon with nary a try...
Sometimes it was so pointed, I laughed 'til I cried.
We all wish that Uncle Bruno was still with us to give us cheer,
and if we look around, we will see him here.
In the faces of his children; in their characters, so strong hearted...
He is indeed here, as are all our parents' now departed.
The values that they put into each day
are ingrained in us all, in some small way.
They left us with a life's pattern to trace...
Shared in love, through God's holy grace.
The tears we shed for them all, not uncommon to see
are the drops of love that they put into you and me.
Those droplets of love will lead us to heaven's gate on high...
Where they await us, with the rest of our family.
P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink gentilities and regal, I revere
A- lovely poet, full of grandeur — gentleman in the mirror.
S-imulacrum, frowning face of frippery - no doubt
M-ere pastiche, Vijay will not embrace; calls it out.
A- Summer Rain, he will turn into a rowdy dance,
G-lee of a family gathered, pets hide from nature’s lance.
O-h how I miss you mourns through peace and quiet,
R-aring to hear dogspeak in a dream; be not disquiet.
I-n a Winter storm, he touches my heart with a haiku...
A-nd after all, Vijay outshines many, a man of many hues.
1/5/2021
Contest: Capture The Essence
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Vijay’s poetry titles:
1.Phantasmagoria
2.Glimpses of my village
rosy dawns, rooster calls, ruby skies
3. To a flamingo:
pink gentilities, regal
4. Simulacrum:
frowning face of frippery, pastiche
5. Summer Rain:
rowdy dance, indirect reference to family & pets
6. Oh how I miss you
7. In a Winter Storm
I sit and stare at empty page
my mind a big black hole
my pencil sharp and at the ready
as if I’ve no control
then words begin to form
my pencil flits and flies
and rhyming words, oh how
my mind is really tried
It kind of makes my head rush
I do not want to brag
but writing never seemed more fun
than in the days of “poetry tag”
When poets gathered in a room
a topic then was given
the poet pounded out a poem
like they were truely driven
I miss those days of poetry tag
inspiration came to me
on fairy wings and moon beams
hearts bared for all to see
Fot Matt's Write now contest
started at 7:22pm and finished at 7:33pm on August 20 2008
I write long hand.... :-)
Old Havana it's been a long, time,
since I felt your love.
Your warm oceans, and island breeze,
Is never enough.
You soothe my soul with your calming seas,
and your soft raindrops, make me
feel at ease.
I can see Mr Hemingway sipping on Rum.
Writing away, till the morning sun.
There are fiestas and tourist
in the market square.
Old Havana, Please take me there.
The Cuban people always so
kind.
On this little island, time left behind.
Antique cars from a different past.
Old Havana, when you were your
best.
There is Spanish cooking in the
air.
The smell of fried plantains, and
Chorizo everywhere.
Senora will you have this dance
with me?
Cuban rhythms we enjoy, dancing in
the streets.
Her eyes are dark and her skin so tanned,
I wish this moment to never end.
The blue ocean beckons us for a swim,
savoring these waves, serenely rolling in.
A glass of Bacardi rum to ease my mind,
wishing to savor this moment, for a long
long time.
Listening to a Salsa Cuban Band
by the ocean.
While watching the sunset sinking and
touching our inner emotions.
Old Havana , please welcome me.
It is you my love, I've waited so long
to see..