Long Incline Poems
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There is a line in oceans wide,
where fresh and salt waters collide.
No mixing of the fresh and salt,
When they collide, each takes a halt.
There is drawn, a separation line,
when men to sin their hearts incline.
Man’s ways and God’s, can never mix.
A river parts them like the Styx.
The line first formed when Adam sinned,
by casting caution to the wind.
The gulf formed between God and man,
No mortal man could ever span.
God was the first to cross the line,
sin etched within your heart and mine.
He sent His Son to pay sin’s price
and suffer death for our vice.
Cease being an enemy of God,
He is your friend, give Him a nod.
Open your heart and let Him in
ask Him to save your soul from sin.
Let God replace the combat line,
and build within your heart a shrine.
And as you daily worship Him
Your life will be to God a hymn.
Here by this lake, the willows weep;
Dawn light awakes from deep dark sleep.
Pagodas stand: twin radiant calm;
See bridge arch trend with distant palms.
The waters flow in slow cascade;
Sense a bright glow in fluid parade.
Picturesque view of small boats far;
Diverts my que from thoughts ajar.
The cast of light upon the lake
Now floods my sight with a new take.
Our moments here in strange tour west
Springs inner cheer that builds fond zest.
Sometimes a scene plays with sure heart
An unknown win that sparkles start.
These weeping vines that willows hang
In sad incline wring sorrow's pangs.
By lakeside verge, a thought finds me
Words that emerge to hurl and be.
Leon Enriquez
23 Mar 2014
Singapore
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like softness
gently moving on windsong
feeling like a Welsh princess
watching o’er her universe.
I see the world through a rectangle
looking out over the airplane’s wing
reaching outward and upward.
Soaring like hope
Moving like faith
Solid span of charity
Humming motor onward bound joyful sound
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground
wind under my winged sails
I’m pressing on the upward way.
Arrows painted on wingspan
pointing left as we travel right
viewing “safety line attach point”
feeling secure way up here
three flapjacks adjusting the wind flow
reminding of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
pouring through keeping my soul.
Upward outward incline
continuous motion held by metal strength
while thin white clouds pass by.
Heaven’s sky still far far away
no matter how far up one gets God is farther still
beyond the blue somewhere higher.
Sitting assured as my mind presses on—
landing soon will come
back to earth world
where I belong.
@2011 – Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
Heres a man trying to bridge, a route to sanity along a ridge'
He's being hit.' with the same old twaddle'
As his so called betters loudly squabble'
I recall a board and stick' used 2020; they must think think us thick?
That with much mod tech, and breifing easy to do)
Thise ww2 methods, we would not see through?
It shows indeed utter contempt; of humans from the 50s'
The sacrifice, that they were first targeting shiftily'
It was gain the grandparents.' pull the younger in.'
One life lost was one to many, 'yet when the nhs needs some tin?
Lives are ten a penny ' they'll take the strikes and try to trash
As today the truth runs rampant throughought the land
Its aversaries have really now lost, the countrys trust.
Then some with spine stand; on the settling dust.'
Mr Bridgnd is Just one of many ' such people would incline to heal '
But all the liars; just aren't ready to' apologise, of genocides steal'
In the (long dead narrative) they, still strive to hide.'
I doubt that many, 'will' last out this ride.?
Each measure of bliss lets you think home sweet home
Each climb you climb bids surrender, two become one
The air is fresh and light, it invites slow reveling
The summit of gem entices, it makes you want to sing
Tender melodies so silent and slow, all else is soft cloud
The messenger goddess smiles, though invisible, not yet allowed
You do savor night's perfume, suffusing everywhere with myrrh
You will hear heaven's earnest tunes floating in while she purrs
So breathe...
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
And takes you to her caves, glistening like pure gold
Forget about questions, cupid won't hear of it, you breathe
Yes, you'll simmer like a king newly crowned, still breathe
Upon each tender move, each solid round of tunnel love
All heightened to incline more twinkling stars to show above
You sure find yourself drenched in pools, kaleidoscope blue
You will reach heaven. Her footprints with yours are overdue.
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(My collaboration entry in Mystic Rose's contest)
I don't know why!
Watching you feels like worshiping.
I don't know why!
Waiting isn’t a waste of time.
I don't know why!
This sensation isn’t separation.
I don't know why!
In imagination, love is my passion.
I don't know why!
You resemble my September dream.
I don't know why!
Eye contact feels like a contract.
I don't know why!
Your shine makes me incline.
I don't know why!
Money doesn’t seem to matter.
I don't know why!
Preferred to see you blurred.
I don't know why!
I want to touch you through my window glass.
I don't know why!
This love makes me lovesick.
I don't know why!
Nature doesn’t nurture our love.
I don't know why!
I can't love you like a lover.
Old man, old school
Young man, new rules
Self-taught all out, times bout to expire
Now the youth today look lup to themselves riding the streets with flat tires
They think they have the way
To make it on their no plans, yet they stand
Young man can't stand
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
Young man thinks he can
To do it all out the palm of his hands
Old man reminded of the plans
His children have had now they have their heads in their hands
Watching them, Washington, all the politicians
Four leaf Glover, Sesame Street and Grover
And inclined to the beings of time
Better take the advice and wisdom of the elder man
No time to sway, sag, brag or play,
Only time left is to pray
The youth are the elders of tomorrow but what about today
if they don't choose the right way
then all mankind tomorrow will lose, hey
Old man glances young man chances
The choice is yours I have the cure
Let loose speak the truths and don't let anyone tell you after
Young man still thinks he can
I'm incline to believe in the righteous ways
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
08/20/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from submitted entry "UNO Poetry to Bridge Generations Elder & Youth 2015"
Murmuration of starlings high. I’m high!
Low stars twinkling with wings. The trumpet’s call!
As winds of war, incline, in warm wind sigh,
the flock, a shock, sans enemies appall.
These friends do fascinate, heard like bombers,
like Japanese over unsuspecting
Pearl Harbor fight ~ these darling bird-balmers.
The nudge of melodic buzz, quite affecting.
Not of national consequence, abuzz
not with politicking but peace of soul -
remains of war pittance, the scrawling-t’was.
My awesome sight, this di’mond-bling of coal.
Mere humans offer crumbs ~ my heart flaps wings.
With murmurs high and low, communion springs.
I love you but... for the purpose of this non-argument;
I am in subject to incline to be subornation;
I love you but...would you believe, if you’d receive;
A love token,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
I love you but...Love spoken, a whisper from my spleen;
I mean,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Nothing to hide, I’ll be your guide;
To the love environmental…
I love you but...where everyone embraces
Each other’s spirits and souls;
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Storage natural affection love is not enough
And Philia love friendship love sometime is not enough
I love you...
Also Eros love sexual and erotica sometimes is not enough
I love you but...
And that there Ludus thing flirting sometimes is not enough
Still I'm loving you
Those in Pragma committed, married love,
yeah even sometime ain’t good enough
That there Philautia my self-love sho’nuff ain't good enough
Though there are many different kinds of love to experience, the Agape unconditional, divine love… from God
For when mankind's love Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
One love is… God’s Love
God’s love is love enough
So I'm just gonna put up, shut up, and look up
Cause sometimes love just ain't enough
But betcha my golly wow now My God
My God's love
My God's Love is more than enough
9/11/19
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Silent One
A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel she turns us around each time
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does, she brings
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.