Long Jake Poems
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Your laughter’s echoes are like a broken record in my hysterical brain
I misplaced my journey-like notebook, written in pen and pencil prudently and sincerely
Solace sunrays are embedded in your blue-green eyes and it’s driving me insane
Change is a challenging chore, but as someone once told me, “No one ever stops progressing, but it’s your job to improve frankly!”
Confined to this Depression wars, I feel like I’m frozen forever in his ribcage
Don’t accuse me for committing atrocious felonies – my intentions don’t lean on greed
I love God’s Wonderful deeds indeed! I loathe this fast-paced world, especially in this day of age, sponging up avarice and rage
Be careful what you watch, say, touch, hear, and taste – nourish your family seed
Visions of unforeseen, unforced miracles is a memory I hold dear honestly
I recall years spent on pondering about the tragedy in this fast-paced world and its many crimes
You scan my verses as if it’s a short story, catching your sheer curiosity
You have read me several times like a children’s book with silly Mother Goose Rhymes
I resemble shrouds of misfortune for cat’s sake...Now, am I worthy to be compared to a children’s tale? Am I the cause of the world’s calamity?
The dusk has dawned upon me…unearth the mysteries in the hollow, tacky atmosphere
Man’s plans were destined to be a fail from the beginning of time – why’s my heart thumping with pride and vanity?
Why should I rely on Man when I have God by my side? He’s the one and only that makes me have tears of hope, not frantic fear!
I’ve seen his wonders, so imperishable! I’m a witness to God’s phenomenal, faultless Work!
Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror? Let’s face it – we’re all playing roles in this world’s tragedy!
Why are you throwing the blame on me? You resemble an irrational jerk!
I can’t bear being that individual who speaks his mind deliberately – I’m not acting immature! Straighten up your mind; stop acting so silly!
~!@#$%^&*())(*&^%$#@!~
Inspired by Jake Ponce’s poem: Ephemeral and the verse (entitled: The Key To My Heart) written by Jan Allison! Check both poems out and you’ll be amazed and it feels as if you’re placed in their shoes. It’s remarkable. Do look them up and read their works. You won’t regret it.
^Written by David William Breidenthal^
***Date this was written: Thursday, May 29, 2014***
Call me mad if you must
But please first hear me out
I just got back from the Cryogenics lab
And guess who's head I picked from the crowd
If your thinking Jimmy Hoffa
No, he's somewhere deep asleep in concrete
I grabbed someone much more spectacular
I grabbed the frozen head of Walt Disney
You see years ago he had himself chilled
At least that which contains the brain
The useless part they put in a casket
And far be it for me to dig up a grave
I've now got Walt packed on ice in a cooler
It wouldn't do to have his head melt
What kind of operation do you think I'm running here
Some kind of Mickey Mouse?
First on my agenda find Mr. Disney a body
One that won't give out on him too soon
Cause once we thaw out Walt and he starts to talk
There's no telling what he'll want to do
So I let my fingers do the walking
Here's something interesting...Bodies By Jake
I just hope we find Jakes place in time
Before the ice melts and we are to late...
...talk about false advertisement!
Jake the snake didn't sell bodies at all
Walt and I are more than a little disturbed
There really should be some sort of law
Guess I should have thought this all over
Long before I thought of it now
So as a special treat I thought Mr. Disney and me
Could go see his "World", so we headed South
Standing in line to purchase tickets
The cooler shakes when Walt hears the prices by chance
No need to tell you that if he had lower extremities
He would crap them if he wore any pants
We decided to do something a little cheaper
And with a Disney movie just out today
It was kind of hard to follow along though
When all you could hear was his body spinning in the grave, miles away
Guess it's to early to try and bring back Walt Disney
Maybe one day I can try it again
But before we leave for the trip back home
We stop at the concession for diet soda and Jr. mints
Once we got back to the Cryogenics lab
They're looking for me so over the fence I let the head fly
No need to worry, one of the guard dogs grabbed it
And I'm sure drug it right back inside
I hear that the Disney Corporation, after reading this have gathered together their top notch lawyers and are wanting to set up a meeting...
I'm thinking they're going to offer me a movie deal! Wish me luck!
I'm thinking Leonardo DiCaprio could play Walt...
The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing at row upon row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
Family, friends and patriots gone too soon
Heroes all and each one a heartfelt and generous boon
To those left behind grieving and staring at uninhabited rooms
The General remembers twin brothers Jake and Joe Farrell,
Mary and Linda Drake, only children of veteran Jim Merrill
Cpl. Tom Perkins, adopted orphan and amateur jockey
Reconnaissance scouts David Yee and Alfredo Pitney
Lives abruptly shorn, defiled by war, all lost forevermore
The General wonders if casualty lists will ever end
As faces and names boomerang relentlessly inside his head.
The General’s anguish remains hidden from sight and sound
Years of discipline and training keep his feelings internally bound
He’ll continue to issue battle planned orders of war knowing full well
The inevitable consequences will take him into despair and hell
As wounded and dead soldier counts are officially verified
Our finest assets, valiant and dedicated, are being sacrificed
The General raises his arm in a perfect salute
Tears form as he strains to keep his visage calm and resolute
Hoping his appearance and poise reflect his affection and respect
To his family members lost in battle to his overwhelming regret
(And to whom he and America owe a profound and unpayable debt)
Rifles fire, “Taps” resounds and all earthly obligations are offset
Soldiers are blessed and lovingly placed in military hallowed ground
As the General condemns the consequences in what all wars abound.
The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing at row upon row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
The General silently speaks to all who lie before him
“Listen up soldiers as I express your worth to country, kith and kin
You’re our Nation’s greatest assets, unique and country-true
We will always miss you and forever greatly mourn you
As we condemn the war that rendering your futures incomplete
I was country proud to serve with you
And military proud to command you, too,
I’m a better man and soldier having served on your behalf
In God’s loving hands may you rest in peace at last.”
Marc Spectar is Moon Knight . . .
the traveler . . . the pathfinder . . . the defender
protecting and avenging the innocent
the son of a rabbi
with D.I.D.
(Dissociated Identity Disorder)
~he is actually a fictional Marvel Comic character,
who worked as a mercenary, until he was mortally injured and died
in the shadow of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon ~
he was reborn . . . The Left Fist of Khonshu
to fight evil and defend all who travel at night
from vampires, from monsters and from super-assassins
Marc's alter ego Moon Knight does the fighting,
takes the punches, he is the one who spills the blood
wearing a white armored costume, well, sometimes
black and white, and sometimes all black
~but they are not alone
Marc has other alter egos, Steven Grant, billionaire businessman
Jake Lockley, the violent taxi driver, and Mr. Knight,
the suited detective and police consultant, and many more egos ~
trauma in his childhood resulted in the D.I.D
he hears the voices of his other identities
has spent some time in a mental hospital
sometimes, he chains himself to his bed at night
and it has be suggested he has brain damage
yet, he is a closed fist . . . made weapon
he is "The Left Fist of Khonshu" protecting the innocent
~ fighting evil with strength, combat, technology,
detective work, tolerance for pain, willpower and experience
with the help of his alter egos who gather the intel
he has died many times . . . but has be resurrected each time ~
. . . he likes his vodka, ice cold, and has a girlfriend too
a pretty normal guy . . . until Moon Knight
The Left Fist of Khonshu is needed . . .
__________________________
October 02, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/The Left Fist of Khonshu
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1491-758-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Moon Knight
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 10/18/2022
First Place
Ever sense I killed myself on that horrid day....
You mourn my death from afar
You Speak of me to your friend at school, whats his name again, Jfar?
Up in heaven, I ask god to let me speak to you one last time -
- To tell you sorry for my wrongful crimes
God see's this as an opportunity for me to learn (A lesson)
He says, "I'll grant your wish buy you must give me something in return,
once you go back to Earth you can possess any one soul,
for a short hour, and no longer, and only one person may hear your cries."
I say, "That's fine" but then remember the catch,
I ask god, "And what do you want in return?"
He says, "You must remain on Earth,
to mourn yourself, banished to the shadows, as eternal damnation."
Without hesitation, I tell God, "An hour of Godliness is worth an eternity of Damnation."
And with a snap of His fingers, I desend gently into Earth.
I see your still talking to Jfar, I match my body's position, size, and figure.
And as soon as I take control, His body, me, falls to the ground
You ask me, "Whats wrong?" I open my eyes,
I look up at her and begin to get up starting with one knee
I grab her hand as I rise and say her name in a way only she could recognize me as
"Macy..., Your cheeks are turning red."
Your eyes generate a single tear and falls down your face
You say, "Jake? Is that really you, please don't tease me."
I say, "yes my love it's me, I have returned, choosing damnation to speak to you one last
time."
"I'm sorry to leave love, for the lies, the heartache, and the long days I was away."
She says, "That never mattered..."
"Your actions wern't entirely my fault."
"Our families anger kept us apart."
The pressure of the few minuets had suduced me.. ->
-> I run towards her with full force with arms open
almost knocking you down, and while she still in shock,
I lock my stare into hers and thank her,
I say, "take care of yourself, my time here is up, remember that my heart is always yours."
She cries and pleads me to stay, not to leave her again.
I brush her tears off her face, and kiss her in a way I only could
Then seconds later, I'm thrown out and the guy falls unconcious on the ground
Form:
On my first day of kindergarten, Mrs. Miller takes roll.
She begins some sort of symphony, a rapid chorus,
Emma, Jake, and Katie sing, Here, Here, Here!
Then, I hear a cacophony that doesn’t match
The melody before, something that sounds so unlike my name,
I don’t even realize Mrs. Miller is calling on me.
Soon, I learn to wait for the telltale pause
And stop the music before it goes out of tune.
“The one you can’t pronounce is probably me.”
I come home to my mother drinking tea with her friends.
I try to greet them in my broken Hindi, but I don’t get much farther than hello.
An auntie murmurs something to her neighbor, and the women laugh.
“What? What did she say?”
Mom tells me, “You wouldn’t understand, you’re so American now.”
She laughs, and it sounds like cymbals falling from
The roof, clanging, clattering on the ground.
I hear a faint song as I walk into the high school cafeteria,
It’s the other senior girls bragging about their summer breaks,
Trips to New York skyscrapers and European art museums.
I try to bring up my trip to India, and the girls stop me—
“You go there every year, it’s nothing we haven’t heard already.”
The sound is a violin, played with a knife, and
All the strings break.
I almost marry a man, someone I think is my forever,
And it’s great — until I say that I want our wedding
To have Indian elements too, and I want to wear a lehenga,
Red, the Indian bridal color, bold and bright.
He tells me his mother won’t approve, that a pristine bride wears white,
He laughs as he tells me that we can’t have Indian food,
Because who could stand the smell?
The music thunders in my ears,
I stretch across continents
Like the skin of a drum,
And the mallets pound with
Each invalidation,
Each isolation,
I turn it in my desperation
Into a powerful incantation,
I’ve had enough,
I am enough,
Enough,
Enough,
Enough!
I have decided to stop listening to the music,
The cymbals and broken violins.
Instead, I will compose a symphony of my own.
I will take these two places I call home,
These two beautiful refrains,
And I will weave them into a harmony
That makes you see how miraculous it is
To be me.
I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens
By Steve Body
Copyright 2009
I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens.
All the words are jumbled in my head.
They all seem small and empty when I think of
The fact of Jacob Clemens lying dead.
Jake Clemens was my best friend and companion,
Grew up together, never parted ways.
I was Huck Finn, he was ol’ Tom Sawyer.
Folks still talk about the hell we raised.
Just today, I hoisted Jake’s pine coffin.
Just last hour, I watched him leave my life.
What kind of sorry man can’t shake these feelings?
How does a true friend love his best friend’s wife?
“Myocardial infarction”, doctors call it.
All of us just said his heart went bust.
Twelve cowboys, stuck ten miles down in a canyon,
Not a medico among the lot of us.
We were just thirteen when we met Katie.
She was younger than us by a year.
But when her big blue eyes spied Jacob Clemens,
Any other suitors disappeared.
That’s the way it was all through our schoolin’.
I guess it’s just how God declared it be.
There were lots of girls along my way here,
But none that mattered very much to me.
Now I sit alone with Katie Clemens,
Stunned by both my loss and my own heart.
Won’t the damned thing finally just stop beatin’?
Just losin’ Jake has torn it full apart,
But Katie, that was never meant to happen.
It never was and never yet will be.
I can’t respect a friend who courts a widow,
And that, by God, will never be for me.
I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens.
I don’t know how to say goodbye to Jake.
I don’t know what my life will be from here on.
Don’t know how much a man’s supposed take.
We sit here watching dust motes swim in sunlight.
We watch the shadows climbing up the wall.
I say nothing. She says very little.
Both lost in mem’ries painful to recall.
Time flows like a river, poets tell us.
Grief pours down like silver, singers say.
“I’m always here,” she says, “If you should need me.
Jake wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens.
I nod and rise and squeeze her hand and leave.
To start my life alone, a broken cowboy,
Who wears his heart not on but up his sleeve.
George talks about 'Them Cowgirls,"
While Willie's "Blue Eyes Are Crying In The Rain."
Tim talked about "Back Then"
And Bucky admits "It Was A Different Life."
Toby is a "Man Of His Convictions"
But Brad is "Better On Line."
Josh "Stopped Loving Her Today"
But Kenny said "She Can't Be Anything But Mine."
Does that mean one of them will have to "Walk The Line?"
Kenny says "Don't Blink"
Or you may find Tim is "Already Home."
"Tear Drops On My Guitar" has Taylor like Lambert
"Famous In A Small Town."
I arrived "Down In The Boon Docks"
Only to find Rodney was "Going Through Hell"
Rascal Flatts hit the "Long Broken Road"
Telling my Billy "You Are The Only World I Know"
Tracy Lawrence was talking to "The Keeper Of The Stars"
And Lee Greenwood was asking "God Bless The USA"
Toby Keith was bursting with pride as he said "I'm An American"
And John Michael Montgomery was busy sending "Letters From Home"
Darell Worley asks "Have You Forgotten?"
Toby Keith replies with "The Taliban Song."
"Yee Haw" hollered Jake Owens
While Steve Holy "Got A Brand New Girl Friend"
Direks says "Free And Easy Down The Road I Go."
While Tim and Faith were telling each other "I Need You."
Josh asks "Would You Go With Me"
As Dierks Bently agrees with me " Every Miles A Memory"
Kenny C. said "You Had Me From Hello"
But George prefers the "Beaches Of Old Mexico"
I saved this special song for the end.
Alabama's "Angels Among Us"
Every time I hear this song I break out in a cold sweat. Many years ago my
granddaughter Mariah in Casper, Wy was attending the summer camp, on
Casper Mountain, for her boys and girls group. This group included handicapped
children. Friday afternoon the children presented a program for the parents. It
was magnificent. The children helped the handicapped children get on and off of
the stage for their part in the program. The finally began with all of the children on
stage. They played Alabama's song "Angels Among Us" but the children all
preformed it in sign language. There was not a dry eye in the audience. A well
deserved ending to a successful summer camp.
God Bless, Cile
Reindeer herd - heard clattering
Rangifer tarandus kept
this deep sleeper awake
cavorting, deer ring
escapade haint fake
dreamt only a smattering while
Santa did shimmy and shake
with ho...ho...ho...
no worry mate - everything's jake
resonating resembling thus Spake
Zarathustra jollity did quake.
Yours truly (i.e, me)
awoke with rapture
forty hooves with
four "toes" on each foot
surreptitiously, soundlessly, and simply
did invisibly bore
I noiselessly swore
sizable wrapped holiday box
with duct tape to secure
merchandise found thee missus
(Abby) excitedly tore
painstakingly, neatly, and lovingly
my feeble protest she did ignore
(think lame gesticulations)
ah... lo and behold goodies galore
unable to deter impetuous more
or less analogous to child like roar
ring with giddy excitement
December twenty fifth,
could not await opening your
linkedin holiday deliverance
including Trader Joe's gift card
to "fake" Monseigneur
Matthew Scott with dogspeed
to wish thee (Andy, Ansley,
Marley - if by ghost of chance...)
plus other kith and kin) bonjour,
and joyful new year, whence two score
orbitz will find me
newly minted centenarian, argh... your
brother not yet ready to explore
afterlife, which grave kismet unavoidable,
courtesy grim reaper conquistador
though... even now no fear arises,
when permanent sleep shall nevermore
witness generalized (anticipatory)
anxiety cease to perdure,
which bouts of panic
running rampant near winded seen yore
citizen banker (me) disgruntled
as if possessed by maniacal führer
running me rampantly ragged das
exhausting emotional furor
takes (and/or took) toll, I deplore
and decry lifelong psychological struggle
germinating while in utero,
when my nonexistence
no bigger than a spore
biological vagaries manifestation
nine months before
set figurative deoxynucleic acid
blueprint stage permanently
etched to the core
every cell sporting mutation
begetting, coding, dunning ensure
ring subsequent generations
oft times pondering,
whence final breath of relief
will signal time to scatter ashes
buzzfeeding boughs of sycamore.
Its Hidden Messages in my Texts
worth Examining
you can see the Chosen from The Strangling
beatens an chains
all linked to a prophecy ordained
I've looked through documents for the Author of this Manuscript
Which is me the Key the King to a degree only the oppressors see who exists
science defying the recessive diamond genes to manifest a seed to triumph
We Athletes the Giants
with Might an Speed
Born Supreme a Diamond
still we shine through out all the famine
genocidal manaics
with prideful hatred attached
Forces of evil who masquerades as the Men In Black
with the Neuralizer with a Brain zapped
With a body frame detached to tell fables of raps
i disconnected from the Cable an a fatal impact
rewired my cells so it's able to react to the tornadoes they craft
another dispatch
a brother in the pavement with no pulse to graft
wonder now how savage insane we act
we goin mad is there a way to get back
being the Power Circle
but they mixed pink lemonade in at
generator operator destroyer
i made a general observation to be a detourer
be a general overstating his Order
so they can see his illuminated Aura
we can be Kings we dont got to be gangsters
Gangster is King with the Glory given from the Creator
thats why im letting this Red Pill Orbit
you can see through all our misfortunes through our history Courses of History Horror
we are Glorious
Victorious
I Am Morpheus
who went through a Metamorphosis
who Orbited a Solar Eclipse
an Burned the Moon so the Sun can be Lit
the One in the Matrix close to the Oracle
Zion
im a Lion
who knows the Architect who designed the prints
this supreme mathematics abstracted of the Creators Calculus of my birthday to be in this present state
so you see these prime birthdate numbers is ordinal
Im the Ultimate Warrior
Against Jake the Snake
I Put Snakeskin on my Mocassins
an make chains out of they Vertebrates
an made a Vest out the Lizard Scales
My face shine with the Melanin so now you know why my Pigment isn't Pale
Soul Summoned out the Book of the Dead to Lead Nations out this Wizardry Spell
Into the Body of Israel