Long Iver Poems

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Premium Member Paradise-Acrostic

Paradise of timeless peace and harmony  "Divine"!

Amber clouds glow among the rising heaven

River of the prettiest crystal blue wandering water

Align fanning palms trees resting in the sandy shore

Dreams echo through the breeze of lover’s passion entwine

It was surly his heart trembling for the want of her

Soul searching eyes in his sleep as he

Eases on her breast of melodies


12/20/2015


Paradise-Acrostic - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by:John Hamilton

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Form: Acrostic


Lake of Mystical Land

O, Lake of the Mystical land
Budding with life small and grand
Provider of man and provider of land
Giver of sanctuary of birds all around
Harbour of beauty and pleasant sound

Many a lovers attracted to you
Transcend into heavenly plane trying to meet you
Your idyllic demeanor attract me to you
Is today the day I transcend into heavenly plane?
Will I be the one with nature through you?

It's not just the good news you deliver
Oh my you are so clever
You've been here forever and ever
Rejecting lovers is your old trope
Even if the lovers reach you with never-ending iver

Is it you or the afterlife they strive?
Your never-ending beauty creates strife
No, it is you they prize
Because other lovers go other ways
But all of them go in afterlife
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tight ****

Tough in spending even in abundance of resources
Indifference shown to priority of any needed purchase
Giving is rendered a gruesome punishment to mankind
Hall of famer to the accuracy of the expression of feelings
Tight fisted, closed minded and currency conscious in all situations.

A swollen wallet ironically ignites the need for fewer expenses
River accumulating water to the point of flooding but never overflows
So in control of the inside irrespective of the nature of the outside
Even the cheapest budget suffers the axe of a calculative cut down
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member What Poetry Means To You

Poet Trees


P ~ ondering onto paper the meaning’s life life’s meaning desire dreams and 

O ~ scillations swinging steadily from crown to source and back beyond my lived

E ~ xperience the frame and window of it's stream of consciousness embraces

T ~ trees with roots and branches food supply and essence dancing in the


T ~ hunderstorms on pleasant meadows’ memories a rainbow by the silent

R ~ iver telling us a story of gushing water narrating whirling pools and flow of

E ~ mpathy withstanding winds of designed refinement unscathed from acorn’s journey

E ~ lucidating arboreta frolicking to tunes of generation’s generation like a kite

S ~ inging symphonies anchored in tree life rings and wings of bark and poetry

24th October 2016
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member PETERS **** FORT MYERS FLORIDA CHILD **** LIST CONTINUES

PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND **** OPERATION THE WATCHERS CAMERAS WATCHIBG TOTS FROM THREE TI 10 AFTER THAT THE OPERATION EMERGED MANY MISSING KIDS ALL IVER THE WORLD BECAUSE THE CHILD **** WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREADURY OF SAN CARLOS BEACH HE ALSO RAN YHE STRIP CLUB IN TAMPA HOUSING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT JAMAICAN TALIBAN STRIPPERS IDENTITY THIEVES I REPORTED THIS TO THE FBI 2003 PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND BEGAN THREATENING MY LIFE TORTURE BLOWING MY BRAINS OUT LITERALLY THESE ELITE CHILD KILLERS DISPOSE OF THE VUCTIMS FRAMING THE PARENTS THERE ARE A FEW THAT PERER GARGANO PAID WITH LIQUIR LICENSES OF SCHOLASHIPS FOR THIS PREY UNDER THE FLORIDA LOTTERY I EXPOSED PETERS OPERATION AFTER FINDIND OUT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WAS APART OF THE **** MANY MANY KIDS MISSING I AM SO BLESSED MY DAUGHTER WAS RETURNED HOME MY LIFE  WAS THREATENED SADLY THE TREASURE OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS PETER GARGANO HIS LONG LIST OF STRIPPERS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ALICIA HILTON TALISA SHAW KIWANI BUGS DANITA DELMONT THE MANY MISSING KIDS OUT THERE BECAUSE THIS POWERFUL ORGANIZED HORROR FUNDS THE ABUDUCTIONS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE VICTIMS PETER BLEW UP MY SKULL EMBEZZLED THE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FAKED HIS DEATH WITH T KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS IN ORDER TO KILL ME AND IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY WITH HIS JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE MY WOUNDED WAR HERO HIDING UNDER VETERANS IDENTITIES GOD BLESS AMERICA GOD BLESS JOHN WALSH FOR ALL HE DO TO BRING MISSING KIDS BACK HOME SEARCHING ENDLESSLY NEVER KNOWING PERSONS OF POWER ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR COVERING ABUSED KIDS TOSSED LIKE TRASH PETER PRAYS ON KIDS ALREADY BEING ABUSED THEY BECOME WORTHLESS PREY HE THEN SEND OUT HIS HIRED HANDS TO DIG THE HOLES FROM FLORIDA TO MINNESOTA MAINE GOD ONLY KNOWS I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR THIS TWISTED HORROR 

GOD BLESS AMERICA
Form: Naat


Life River

River Line

                             A creek has no commemoration

River of life, river of living
                              Inner beauty shines through the clear flow
Vast waves clashing away obstacles
                              Earth arcane creation God has made
Relax to the sounds of triumphal hymn 
                              Shameless reflection no transgression

Beautiful bayou that flows sin downstream
                              Even fear fades through the muddy rapid
A praise as the waves craves the blessed land
                              Unweeded bright blue shores frames-I do’s
Translate sounds to the heaven halos 
                              Yet! The river’s filled with remembrance
Form: Acrostic

Ode to Hell

Paranoia, hysteria 


the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule
curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood
but i 
etch triple sevens off sixes
hit the jackpot off my last nickel and laugh
cause happiness is made not given and i profit off the pain
why would i dance with the devil when i can dance through the rain

Sundays i go to temples built with skulls that gossip through their souls from hell
and the preacher wont let me off this noose
sit and stare at devils in slain angel skin on pulpits

i have to go to lonely hills to praise God
and i can't find God, God finds me
and even there the devils dressed in a hoody in a mini van with tinted windows and camera lenses 
i took love there once and she got goosebumps off the lucy in the air 
so we dashed off to a rendezvous and made love
love transcended us to a place where time doesn't exist and they don't either
we played Bon Iver
talked of times when times were quieter
sometimes with a bud and a lighter
old fashion mimosa and i recite her
a poem 

on the rooftop over the city we use call home

Memory

BETH ? REST    
                                                                      UP
Fever - fever rest 

feeever rest - 

darling don't  fight it - no don't fight it 
I will lift you --------------------------------------
                   I will take you by the touch 
                                                               no 
                                                             don't 

                                                                     fight it - 
                                                                                        BON IVER 
CONCERT 10/7/2019

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