Long Innocence Poems
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In the garden of youth, where the flowers kissed the sky,
We were kids in the sun, with not a worry in our eye.
Playing tag, oh what fun, beneath the azure spread,
Chasing dreams, and fleeting joy, where the dandelions spread.
You and me, side by side, our shadows merged as one,
Under the watchful gaze of the golden, warming sun.
Laughter echoed, hearts open wide, in that timeless space,
Where innocence painted smiles, and care was out of place.
Dancing with the flower fairy, in a realm of petals and dew,
We twirled around the garden's heart, in a world so fresh and new.
Her wings shimmered with morning light, a spectrum's tender thread,
Weaving magic in the air, where our giggles softly spread.
The roses clapped with every leap, the daisies nodded with glee,
As we pranced in the flower fairy's ball, as wild and free as the sea.
Our feet barely touched the grass, as if treading on a cloud,
In the arms of nature's embrace, our joyous laughter loud.
But as the sun began to dip, and shadows started to lengthen,
The spell of endless play had to give way to the strengthen'n.
The flower fairy whispered goodbye, with a soft and tender sigh,
Her touch lingered on our cheeks, as the evening sky turned awry.
Now, years have passed since those days, when we danced in the sun,
But the memories are etched in time, a bond that can't be undone.
For in the heart where dreams reside, where the child within still plays,
We're forever those kids in the sun, in the garden's eternal blaze.
What evil lies beyond the walls of innocence?
Who will protect the children?
Can anyone repair our broken Hearts?
We foolishly think
Believe
that guns offer us protection
The demons do not fear physical things
There is no logic to be found within our desperate moments
Evil breathes and eats it's own air
Jesus reaches out his hands
Wanting so badly to embrace us
Do we not realize that free will is a costly choice?
We are the deluded ones, choosing to go our own way
Further and further from God's protection
God remains steadfast
Earnestly waiting to answer our call
Willing to move both Heaven and Earth
Why do we still choose to wait?
Why do we deny God's existence?
The Devil smiles
He is pleased with our choices
Opening his door wide
Enticing us
Ushering us to his table
Past the walls of innocence
His is a place where little angels do not exist
Thankfully, even if we do not believe in God
The innocent will know no more pain
They will be safely sheltered in the Savior's loving arms
The memory of their pain will vanish upon the morning breeze
We cry for them and yet they have no tears
Their days are filled with joy
They know a purpose much higher than our own
If we too become like little children
We will know joy
For this is meant to be our inheritance
Will we choose to walk away?
Sterile white, a tomb of cold embrace,
The PET machine hums, a watchful space.
Gauze-thin gown, a whisper on my skin,
Vulnerability etched, lets fear creep in.
Striped pyjamas, loose and pale they fall,
There is a jarring contrast in this sterile hall.
No comfort's touch, but memory's sting,
Of countless souls, where suffering did cling.
Bruno's whispers paint a tragic scene,
A boy in stripes, where innocence has been
Lost in the camps, a childhood scarred and torn,
A stark reminder, that life, is so quickly shorn.
Yet, in his eyes, a flicker remains,
A search for answers, defying endless pains.
Mirrored in mine, the same yearning burns,
To understand, the battle life returns.
The scanner's maw, a metal, cold embrace,
A solitary space, where shadows chase.
Mortality's breath, a whisper on the breeze,
A life laid bare, beneath the whispering trees.
But Bruno's spirit, a defiant star,
Embraces empathy, though wounds still scar.
From the darkest depths, where hope seems to wane,
Resilience blooms, to conquer life's domain.
Emerging free, a weight falls from my chest,
The striped shroud was discarded, finding sweet release.
A turning point, where shadows melt away,
To cherish moments, bathed in the sunlit day.
The fight remains, unseen, a constant hum,
But courage rises, where hope has overcome.
Beyond the scan, a future yet untold,
With a grateful heart, a spirit brave and bold.
(Reflections that happened when I wore the ‘Blue and White’ striped pyjamas during PET CT on March 9, 2024)
Please join me in this fantasy
and sail away to paradise;
as trade winds blow, our sails are full
so just give in as dreams entice.
For Neverland’s within our reach,
the innocence of love awaits;
it’s calling us to sail away
and enter through her luring gates.
My fantasy has open arms
as Eden beckons with her charms.
It’s only but a dream away
this tropic reverie of mine;
please join me on this magic ride
the time is now, our stars align.
We’ll stroll the pure white sands by day
and dream beneath the stars at night
as palm trees sway with ocean breeze;
a fantasy of pure delight.
Serenity is what we long
as paradise resounds her song.
Tranquility has open arms
as Eden beckons with her charms.
August 8, 2025
The sign of Aries first of the zodiac
Holding promise of new beginnings
Shifting seasons, blooming daisies
Radiant hearts plant seeds of love
Summer solstice invites in warmth
That our hearts contour innocence
Into pathways of loving alignment
In harmony with the breath of God
The that concealed is now revealed
Hibernating life forms here awaken
The invisible now becomes manifest
At seductive pace of April’s breeze
In midst of activity yet reigns silence
Nestled in the heartbeat of each form
Presence oozing gratitude heartfelt
Upon beholding magic of His wonder
13-April-2021
A youngling just born, full of life and pureness.
Innocence remains, a soul yet burdened by time.
Unbeknownst to the youngling of life,
The one dressed in the habiliments of the grave dances.
The cruel dance has begun, and the youngling's eyes just opened.
Throughout time, a crow watches over the youngling.
From tender steps to wizened stride,
The crow observes with an all-seeing eye.
A woven muslin through the sands of time spun,
Where shadows lengthen, day is done.
The path ahead, a fading light,
A whispered promise, a haunting night.
Through fields of lycoris, the youngling wanders with time,
Each step echoes with a mournful chime.
As innocence succumbs to time.
The heart, once pure, now blackened with time,
Beneath a cold and pale lackluster stime.
What evermore can befall this youngling.
The crow watches keenly in the night,
Observes the fading, horrid, dim light.
It watches all, all knowing of the dread,
The whispers from the soil of the dead.
As the youngling’s spirit wanes, the crow intones its somber strains.
The spirit dances full of life, soon comes to halt,
The dance of life, Oh, how a morbid waltz.
The crow watches over, a dance well known before,
It sees the habiliments of the grave lurking evermore.
Lurking, it tricks the youngling into a dance of flaws,
The crow watches as tears befall.
As the spirit dances, the chains tighten,
Now, in the grasp of the lurker.
The spirit makes the final embrace of earth.
Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr...
February third two thousand and twenty
Yours truly secreted away
within heavenly nook
upon secluded hideaway property
2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook
myself to safe haven took
catch rays (sunbeams),
while crossword puzzle book
(moderately challenging)
draped across lap,
fast forward hours later
(think 11:08 PM)
ruminating idea for poem
analogous to experience
being "on tenterhook"
essentially writer's H&R block
accounted for sullen mood,
no idea how to brook
shining figurative searchlight
across fifty shades
of gray (gobletty) germane glock
kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc
mine complex thinker
attempting to cook
up reasonable rhyme word
earning accolade yumzook.
Whew in nick of time satisfactory
notion dawned before dawn
after (believe me you) me entire
body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn
until... lo and behold preceding and
following mental juices did spawn
hoopfully noah intent
to affect extreme creative brawn
merely to entertain any passerby
hmm... perhaps even a
celebrity named Goldie Hawn
probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn,
a cute girl (now grown woman)
who also attended
Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
ah... once a pawn
a time, when boyhood found me
blissfully daydreaming,
hankering, and luxuriating
within overgrown lawn,
where no trace of civilization
seen for bajillion miles,
an ideal environment
one lad extremely withdrawn
found sanctuary and
succumbed into deep sleep
after he did continuously yawn.
... the child within me is the one who stands back up. My inner child is the bravest part of me. Because she is driven with a desperate hope & desire. She possesses true innocence, which drives a native faith that things will someday get better. The reason I'm alive, is because I don't have the heartt to break her spirit. Because, I cant bring myself to destroy the hope & purity she holds.
How dare I even consider killing off her drive, her purpose, & her beautiful tenacity. She possesses a light that most people could never exude themselves. She is a fire that burns intensely, while also offering her light & warmth to other's who need it. She's a warrior without even realizing it. She's hyper focused on her dreams of true happiness. And its inspiring others.
However, her hope is only alive because of her innocent ignorance. Because she hasn't seen what happen's next. That she to face what damage see next! She hasn't seen what darkness she has yet to face. What damage she will both receive, and deal out, under the pressure. She doesn't know that the voices get louder, or that the monsters get stronger. She doesn't know that the That people shell put her faith in will abandon her. That she'll be left to bleed by herself. She doesn't know that all those who she's shared her fire with had no intentions of giving in return. That she will be used until she's no longer needed. That she'll be ignored when she begs for help. That she'll be fighting for her life until her soul gives.
But worst of all, she doesn't know that shell look in the mirror someday and realize; that the monster she feared the most, that she fought the hardest to kill, was herself.
And theres only way to Finally End The War.
It's said there's magic to be found in the joy of innocence
and giving credence to the possibility there is a paradise.
I think that holds true when life's canvas is primed, ready
to be painted with the skillful brush strokes of an artful hand.
Life is like a painting, blending colors of autumn's leaves,
soft shades of amber, sienna, and coral, the romantic tones
illumined, yet shadowed by vestiges of life's highs and lows.
The artist is always careful to remain focused on the lovers.
Arm and arm, they may not have even noticed the rainfall.
Lost in each other, both totally engrossed in the moment.
They've found their paradise. No abstract painting on canvas,
this one created with skillful brush strokes of a loving hand.
*painting by Jeff Rowland
Come and get me
The skylines serenade from her lips.
Suspended in anticipation.
Her innocence mesmerizes with
A murmuration of spells, casting
Love particles.
Blossom before my eyes.
Then unveils a pause, sending my
heart racing, into the core of it all.
The object of my contemplation,
While spoken words see the unseen.
Things we keep, my moon and your sun
light, now speechless.
My dearest lover, air kisses,
Our hidden contrasts are in this gravity
Fields slow down time in this serious game.
Second to none, as these impulses summon,
A playful vibe of your charm, between
Uninterrupted curiosity, now that the dye has
been cast. In this kairotic moment,
so open up and flow with me on this episodic.
No need for narcotics, nor to be an alcoholic.
We will stay on topic without being hypnotic.
Sharing all our symbiotic, after expressing her
Exotic nature.
If you want me?
Come and get me!