Long Kneeled Poems
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For thy heart beats of pain.
For it yearns for love
Yet, love is not on the scale
of gain.
For thy heart is slowly beating
away..
For the cries and heartache
seems to never end
For it is here to stay.
Through thy hidden fears..
only thy cries speaks very
loudly.
For at one time..it was disguised
with smiles very proudly.
Yet, no one seems to notice the pain
that grows inside of thee.
For thy have kneeled on thines
knees..asking...
"is this how it's gonna be?"
Trust
Devotion
and Love is not in the picture,
For trine heart is broken and
crushed into different measures and
mixtures.
For how thy pray to the heavens for
love.
For one can only wait for the
answer from way up above.
For thy love being in love....
but ones discovered that love don't
love thee.
For time has passed..love seems to
hide from thee.
How can this be?
For one feels that love is not meant
for thee.
Hoping
Wishing
and Praying that love is for thee.
Hopefully a miracle will come and
open thy eyes..So thy can see that
love is there for thee.
But until then...thy" Love Being In Love..
But Love Don't Love Thee."
The End!
I kneeled down in freedom’s grasp
I let out a somewhat relieved gasp
Shaking off the dirt on my knees
Oh no please don’t…oh please…
Don’t leave me by myself all night long
I’ve longed to hear your midnight song
Don’t tell me I don’t belong here with you
Because we aren’t through…and that isn’t true
I landed on my two feet thankfully
At last, you are in my heart of glee
Envy has wrecked my soul for a long while
So, come along with me now for just a mile
Don’t worry about a thing, my darling
I believe that you and I are everlasting
You sang me to sleep by your lullaby
After all is said and done, I begin to cry
I cried happy tears
I’ve waited for you
For too many years
Oh, all I say is true
Shaking off the dirt
Pain inside does hurt
Sorrow is not the end
Here’s a heart to mend
Troubled lows,
You let me down
Your shadows -
I wear as a crown
Ah, how I tried with all of my might
To fight the good fight day and night
But, dear, you made me lose
Because of your solemn blues
I kneeled down in captivity’s hold
I struggled to be resilient and bold
Shaking off the dirt on my knees
You put me at ease, treasured trees
Cease being a tease, ground breeze
A boy all alone, with Binky in tow
In search of that place where the wild things grow
No compass in hand to say where to go
An innocent child would already know
He traveled by day and traveled by night
By the sun's red glow and the full moon's light
Bravely forged ahead with untrammeled sight
The sheer audacity of this lads plight
Over hill and dale, what progress he made
Determined he trudged over field and glade
Near the end of hope, the boy kneeled and prayed
Resting only now under forest shade
I want to stay here, teach me what you know
Please Lord, I have no other place to go
Now this child of four, Binky still in tow
Will live in the woods where the wild things grow
You saw me in a softened light
Like something you could hold too tight
But baby, I’ve been breaking slow
You know, you know
You kneeled like I was everything
But love don’t come with angel wings
And what you wanted, I’m not sure I owe
You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But I’ve been lost at sea and I’m no good at being braver
You think I’m holy, but I’m haunted by your favor
And every time you touch me, I forget I’m just a stranger
We get a little dirty, and we’re right back where we start
You sleep so you can find me, but you’re pulling me apart
You sleep so you can find me, but I’m buried in the dark
You put my fingers to your lips
Like secrets wrapped in sinking ships
And swore that no one else had
Stuck quite like that
I tried to numb it down with space
But nothing ever takes your place
Even pain, you wore it like a badge
You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But baby, I’ve been drowning, not a fighter, not a savior
You say I’ve got you covered, but I’m shaking underneath
I sleep so I can leave you without saying what I mean
We get a little dirty, and we wipe away the truth
You sleep so you can see me, but I’m not the same to you
You sleep so you can see me, but I never sleep for you
We could run away to every room inside my mind
You’ll be the danger, baby, I’ll pretend I’m fine
We’ll laugh at all the things we swore were by design
We’ll stay until the silence starts to blur the line
In an old vineyard
When Jesus was just a lamb
His coat eight years old
Working with the chaste Joseph
His father and guide
As the beloved Mary
Kneeled and prayed to God
In their small and humble home
A visitor came
Golden and shining brightly
Like beams of sunlight
Shooting through the home’s window
Shooting from heaven
Shooting down from the clear heights
Mary beheld him
Thinking he was her young son
Putting off his coat
With gentleness the child said
“Where is dear Jesus
My dear brother and brave twin
I want to meet him”
Mary never responded
In fearful blindness
Thinking he was a phantom
From the lightless depths
Rather than light from the heights
She seized his right arm
And tied his arm to the foot
Of the worn, torn bed
Not wishing to scare her more
He remained at peace
Not saying a single word
During this event
Jesus held an empty branch
Observing the wood
As if it were a mirror
Soon he heard Mary
Jabbering in confusion
With tears raining down
In this dim storm of wailing
Jesus heard the words
Breaking through the whirling clouds
“A phantom has come
Dressed in golden apparel
Dressed in bright lightning
Saying “Where is dear Jesus
My twin and brother
I desire to see him”
Joseph please help me”
Only Jesus saw the light
And heard the thunder
For he had wise eyes to see
And had ears to hear
He proclaimed with holy strength
“Mother, where is he
So that I may see the light
Or should I wait here
Waiting for the bright sunlight
To break through this storm”
Jesus said these words in joy
Joseph was startled
Mary wiped away her tears
They entered the house
And found the spirit at peace
Still bound to the bed
Both the parents looked at him
Then looked at Jesus
And found them to be the same
Mary walked further
And unloosed the child angel
He bowed to Mary
He and Jesus said no words
For they were brothers
They hugged with their gentle arms
Gave a holy kiss
The angel child disappeared
For he and Jesus
Became one white pearl of light
Thus the empty branch
Bloomed with delicious almonds
Bloomed with holy life
Thus this town was sanctified
Crowned with golden, shining grace
Poem based on the account from the ancient apocryphal book The Pistis Sophia, Chapter 61.
We memorize a ton of things
Them phones, birthdays and deadline
Important something, so it clings
And daily chores of every kind
But there's a day we shouldn't miss
Amidst the life's intrepid fuss
We are around, think of this
Because someone protected us
He gave his life on a battlefield
We knew his name not, or deed
Yet, we as nation, must be kneeled
To soldier's memory indeed
Remember those served in wars
And place a flag in ground they rest
These fighters, gallant to the core
Gave all they had, they were the best
Time to observe Memorial Day
Stop for a moment, pay respect
Last Monday of the month of May
To say a prayer and reflect
May 25, 2026
The stench of blood so thick you could taste it
Raivel swallowed hard amongst the slashed
corpses of terrified souls littering the field
A harvest of death gleams and sparkles
as the crimson dripped from his swords edge
Duty is duty, never question, everyone dies
Untangle the mortal souls that clutch the earth
of their graves. Send them to the gods...
Raivel was half divine but pure evil
numb from life, dark inside
His eyes slits of glowing hate,
Only fully opened when he killed
with a bosterious laughter of doom.
Raivel was created for the kill
Killing all, good or bad, young or old
ugly or beautiful, dead was dead
Death was his wages for his being
and he was always paid in full
Demon perhaps, Vengeance not quite
Justice? who amongst humans can judge the gods
His face was void, only devil eyes and open mouth
of laughter. Mercy never, emotionless but beautiful
in a haunting ballad of slaughter.
All who saw him fell and trembled
All who fled impaled on his spear
There was no where to hide
Only time to die
Prayers to the gods who sent him
mocked the very existence of his being.
Was Raivel sent to perish the human race
were the gods tired of disappointment
or was slaughter morbid enjoyment
Fire from the sky would cleanse the mounds of dead
flames licking away until the smoldering ashes
blown into the wind would darken the sky
and fore warn others of their fate.
On the Field of Jade, earth's perfection
of grace and beauty
Raivel kneeled a wash in the splatters of blood red
His back towards the dead polluting this sacred place.
Raivel stood and open his eyes and screamed the pain
of millions of butcher souls. He swung his mighty sword into
heaven to pierce the bellies of the gods.
No more my lords, no more...
A shiver of mist blanketed the earth as soft raindrops cried
upon the land. Raivel his open eyes full blood red shed a single tear
as he combusted from within shooting flames of hell so high
the ashes of heaven buried the dead.
Time has passed, legends are born
little children be good or Raivel will slay us all
And people to this day still visit the wonderful
Field of Jade where roses bloom full and heavy
colored deep in the hue of Blood Red.
Do you still pray for me in paradise
are you healed and whole and beautiful again
Is little Jesse by your side so young was he when he died
Did daddy make it up that way and as he with you to stay
I wonder if you sing those hymns and play your harmonica
to glorify Him.
Has Jesus given you from the cup to drink, to quench that thirst
that dried your soul from sickness that made you old
a husk of the beauty you used to be, in Heaven are you blessed
and at last free.
Have you dined at Heaven's table and feasted with joy
those years of war and poverty do you know hunger anymore
Have you seen your mother and father again, your two brothers
lost in war and all those family and friends who passed before
Are you home in a palace grand no more shanty tiny house
are you home at last
I remember as a child I would awaken in the darkness of the night
there by the side of her bed my mother kneeled and bow her head
I would hear her softly pray for us to have a better day. She prayed for me and my sisters three, mother did you ever really sleep always praying
into the night deep, all those prayers you had to keep, my mother dear.
I kneel down beside my bed and to the Lord I bow my head my hands
clasped and my heart clear I pray for all I hold so dear. and dear God
I pray Above that for my mother please give her eternal peace
and salvations love.
I heard my name
I heard my name in my mother's prayer each day as she kneeled and prayed.
I heard my name in Mother's Prayer. such a beautiful prayer she said.
My mother's prayer is dear to me; it surely keeps me in check.
My mother's prayer will continue to guide my weary steps.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayers are rooted in my breast.
Dear mother, dear mother I think your prayers are the best.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayer I cannot forget.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer, and my heart was truly blessed.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer up to her last breath.
Dear mother, dear mother, you are surely the best.
I love to hear my mother's prayer because in it I heard my name.
We asked for nothing more
than a Musik sheet the war
was nearing an end you and
your bruder was quite young
your wounds were healing as
we kneeled at Saint Sebastian
Church Rome 1944 mass wasn’t
the same without the harsh bellows
of Victory sending the birds fleeting
through the chapel as the bells chimed
I’d remember you always every single
time I fondly winded a wooden
coo coo as the milk maids dance
the wood cutter chops the bird
flies out the steeple over frauenkirche
our lady of Munich as we gathered
kirchenmusik our time Marienplatz
Mary’s town house of monks
seeing your tiny face peeking
through the American soldiers
hiding from Hitler amazing even
though you were wounded you
stood fast in Rome awaiting
victory captured a pow a prisoner
of war hard to believe today that
priest were being kelp among
my grandfather platoon somewhere
in Italy keeping you and your bruder
safe sharing lovely hymns throughout
Europe my meeting you while touring
Munich Chaplains arch bishop of Munich
the fondness of shopping in the forst
dining feasting on viener snitzel and
pomfritts a crisp Riesling sways
settled my nerves right before the
guest arrived the clock makers all
lined seeking solace for peace carving
my children toys from wood to take
back home to America my making
guitar keys for violins cellos violas
writing poetry why we were the Musik
who would have thought one of you
would be Pope I always thought
it would have be you Georg you sang
like a Cardinal creating a flock to the
choir many blessings Georg and Joseph
Ratzinger mein kirchenmusik Pope Benedict
May the Lord always be with your spirits