Long Inflicts Poems
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Cessation of life yon mortality~~~
death of reality's enigma reigns
haunting minds for answers against "why?"
confronting hearts along queries of "where?"
Baby's only-one-second breath on earth~~~
bursts with survival agonizing cry
lingering midst glow for existence-hope
apprehending womb around love's fortress...
Child's departure toward what's eternal~~~
leaves gloom seeing gift that can never bloom
or guilt beholding loss despite nurture
and feeling of doom for hurt, tears can't heal...
Young lassie's sudden demise inflicts angst~~~
while lad's accident brings panic attack
with prevailing sighs for early exits
inviting skeptical thoughts to rise...
Dressing up my Mother in her casket~~~
I knew that I would miss her warm embrace
but such should be faced with glad acceptance
along memories, always to prevail...
Clasping Dad's hand while at his death bed
letting go was what I did, letting God
not being religious, but feeling blest
that I was there when he gave his last breath...
Unfathomable, yet death* is so real~~~
poetry can explore with depth and sense
and here am I, grateful for wondrous chance
to write about it, while enjoying life.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
February 3, 2026
2nd place, "Cosmic Death" Blank Verse Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Seth Pina; judged on 2/23/2026
“If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these things, thou shalt be a good minister of Jesus Christ, nourished up in the words of faith and of good doctrine, whereunto thou hast attained.” 1 Timothy 4:6 King James Version of the Bible
Revival cries my soul in need
Struggling against guilt of sin-breed
Then comes heaven’s refreshing light…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
My heart craves for mercy and grace
Longing warmth of divine embrace
Then responds caring kindness might...
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Faith wavers due to mocking doubt
Leaving me with skeptical pout
Then Your cheers smite unbelief’s blight…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
My hope hides discontentment pain
As hypocrisy inflicts strain
Then flow supplies from blessings’ site…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Receiving pardon from above
Grants me Your precious gift of love
Then peace seeks me in prayer flight…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Thanking You, God, in praise-filled bliss
Never Your fellowship to miss
Then now I say midst service-height…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
March 23, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'N' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/23/2023.
Storms Inside
It's not easy to cry, to shead a single tear
To allow such vulnerability to appear
But once you start you cant seem to stop
You've just unlocked your emotional block.
A storm suddenly erupts,
Darkness interrupts your blue skies,
No more luminous light on the horizon,
Emotion explodes compromising.
Rainstorms of sobs can pour down,
Like fine rain that soaks and drowns,
Thoughts whirl through your mind,
Like the crashing winds whin,
Making it impossible to construe,
The eye of the storm,
That is now consuming you.
We have no control over mother nature,
Nor her storms she inflicts with such danger.
Emotional storms internal conflicts,
That we try to block with walls of bricks
Can also be uncontrollable without a fix,
All it takes is a single tear to prick.
Crying can help it can relieve stress,
Like a storm cloud once pressed,
Finally clearing the pained dark air,
Leaving a fresh clear atmosphere.
III.
The following day Carmen sat with her mom,
learning how to cook the books and more,
when suddenly there came a thundering {smash,
that ripped right through the main office door.
In came a SWAT team, four dozen-large,
fanning out as cold panic set in,
one went to Fileena, gun covering her,
said,”Puts your hands up or we start shooting!”
Fileena was stunned, and threw up her palms,
said,”I-Impossible, how did you find us?”
Carmen then said,”Mom, it wasn’t that hard,
I told them all they would need for this bust.
"It wasn't that hard, cameras can be so small,
small enough to disguise as a broach,
the kind that I've worm since I was a girl,
all that I saw yesterday, they now know."
Fileena looked over to her daughter,
said,”But why would you do this to me?!”
Carmen’s stare darkened as she replied:
“Well mother, you made it very easy.
“Did you really think that I would forget
those seventeen years that transpired,
where you decided not to be my mother
so you could go build a damn drug empire?!
“Did you really think I would just accept
a life living as criminal scum?
That I wouldn’t see my future in a jail cell,
dressed in orange, under a guard’s gun?
“If dad had told me, back when I was a kid,
I would not have believed it to be the truth,
but now that I’ve met you, it’s become clear,
he did the right thing hiding me from you.
“Do all of your riches excuse all this,
the great damage that your ‘product’ inflicts?
Does dressing it up like some legit firm
save the life of those miserable addicts?
“You know damn well that your drugs will kill,
that they fuel nothing but violence and crime,
and yet you still do it, feel no remorse,
for that you deserve endless hard time!”
“You ungrateful *****!”Fileena did scream,
as two cops wrestled her to the ground.
“After all that I did to rescue you…
I regret that I ever pushed you out!”
Carmen shook her head at the whole scene,
said,”You think you were helping me here?
making me a felon, a filthy drug lord,
forced to spend my whole live spreading fear?
“You may have given me my brains and looks,
at least that’s what dad always use to say,
but as for my morals, my conscience, my soul…
Those are fine gifts that my father gave."
Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.
It's not my choice to leave, but I'll not see you again.
Children, this abrupt departure inflicts me with pain.
I know you don't understand. I've no time to explain.
Three things I'll say: Don't let your dreams die in vain.
That philosophical remark will not make me seem wise,
but I know you'll laugh at my feeble attempt at the guise.
Secondly, always tell the truth and you will fear no reprise
Because you're going to being observed by your little guys.
Third: Stay strong in faith and thank God when you pray.
I'm leaving kisses and hugs, wish I could hold you today.
Remember how much I love you. One last thing I'll say,
You live within my heart. No one can ever take that away.
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February 10th, 2016
My Parting Gifts Contest Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Every night I search for your face
through the mist on my window
I search for your arms
in the perfume of flowers
I gaze at oceans of stars
and make the same sempiternal wish
Every night I bathe in crystals of honey
'neath an effervescent moon
which carries your evanescent smile
upon each ripple of waves
Every night the horizon meets my eyes
and all I think of is you
Your world becomes my world
as my world becomes your own
Every night I wear my glass slippers
to dance on sand prints of the past
in the silent promise of tomorrow
Every night I await a new sunrise
to solace this pang which your absence inflicts
To hear you whisper 'I love you'
to feel your breath upon mine
without being kissed.
It happens mostly out of sight,
under cover of the world,
life ebbing away or is seized
by a claw or fang, suffering
in corners, enduring what fate
cruelly inflicts. Each night,
millions die, are torn, choked,
or swallowed whole
or simply wear out leaving
no trace or a word anywhere.
Yesterday,
I saw a solitary swan
up river from the bridge
slowly heading out from the bank
and into the channel
where tugboats turn ships
before sliding them
sideways into dock.
Mid river, it held up both wings
and began to flap and look
for speed and lift in the still air.
One wing seemed unable
to travel the full arc of its
flighted sweep and soon
gave out to leave the swan
floundering lopsided until
it gathered in its wounded wing
and settle it back slightly askew
into its cradle and then paddled
off into the past leaving
its wake to linger here for awhile
before it withers away
into the endless still of oblivion.
A person uses about 57 sheets of toilet paper a day!
Holy crap! That sure is a lotta trees
There are 58 million dogs living in the U.S. they say
But NONE are cuter than our Annie, I believe
Men are struck by lightning more times than women
Our pointy heads act as a grounding device
The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'
Methinks flutterby was much more nice
Smelling green apples can help you lose weight
As long as your honker is working well
They say smelling bananas can also lose weight
But do it in private, people may think you're unwell
Slugs have 4 noses, nosey little buggars are they
A sneeze travels out at over 100 miles an hour
Imagine the big mess when these dirty slugs let go
Surely we'd need to take a shower
The elephant is one of the few mammals that can't jump
Imagine if the could, buildings would crumble
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
But he certainly has remained quite humble
Lipstick contains fish scales, holy cacka and eeeewww
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
You probably haven't heard of these very strange facts
You need to know them to help you survive
It's true, the electric chair was invented by a dentist
Now isn't that what we usually think
Sitting there while the dentist inflicts much pain
Wishing for death as I spit in his sink
Paroxysm of pain inflicts this pen,
tears cry poetic allusion.
When petal hearts are misunderstood,
life is full of confusion.
Distasteful thoughts set camp in my mind,
an unwelcome intrusion.
Virgin pages innocent in white,
yearn to wear this mind's effusion.
Too many deep unanswered questions,
lead to a false conclusion.
When judgement lacks honest intellect,
darkness defeats diffusion.
Sun is cautious to cast my shadow,
intolerant in inclusion.
Forever immersed in freezing rain,
victim to their collusion.
When metaphorical daggers scar,
they say it's an illusion.
Melancholic lacerations scream,
ignored by deaf delusion.
I'm bleeding, but you ignore this blood,
it's too late for a transfusion.
Silently sad soul seeks solitude,
far from sound in seclusion.
Silent One
Simple Musings
1 February 2018