Long Lanes Poems
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This here what I feel for you
is beyond belief from what I see
my eyes, my heart, my spirit
doesn't decieve me unbelievably
we didn't see this @ first
but our souls always thirst after
each other, more than friends
much more than lovers, there's no
woman how could take your place
not in dis lifetime I'll never find another like you, in due
time we'll be side by
side its been a long time coming
but our hearts colliding was a script
pre written I made my final decision
Im giving my all to you with no doubt
you're doing the same, I went from the freeway to
changing lanes, patience will hold me over so with the
New Edition to bout our lives Its only right to ask can you
stand the rain
my emotions are running outta control
I can't wait to begold my queen for who and what she is,
we got that three strand rope and I'm proud to say I have
finally found my rib...
M-oon is slowly hiding,
E-vening shadows pass by;
L-ight has begun to shine
B-eneath the wide blue sky.
O-ne new dawn has broken
U-nder the lanes up above;
R-ise of the sun shows up,
N-ow sharing God's
E-ndless love.
V-ile weather has turned good,
E-arly breeze eases the pain;
D-ark dusk has gone away,
A-s the brightness stops the
R-ain.
G-ray clouds will not fade
U-nless the clime turns fair;
A-pril fifteenth is real fine
D-ue to the clear gentle air.
A-nother day is a blessing,
N-o longer I see the night;
A-fter the twilight is over, a poem I've started to write.
Down in Sonoma, down on my luck
Needing a horse, down to my last buck
Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride
You can have him for the shotgun by your side'.
'Throw in the saddle,' I said, 'You got a deal'
I was raised a rebel, I know how he feels
The horse studied me, I understood him,
We knew things could never be the same.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail, white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
The years rolled by for Pallo and me
Worked open ranges but loved breaking free
Mount Baker gold rush at the Lone Jack mine
We were cold and hungry and close to dying.
Then among the stones glory to behold
Good God Almighty, I panned me some gold
Sold my stake to some desperate men
Then rode with my money like the wind.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
Then came the deathly whistling sound
A sniper's bullets dropped us to the ground
Laid there with his head across my knee
I swear that he was smiling back at me.
All those good times running through his mind
I knew he'd be willing, he knew I'd be kind
Four more bullets and our lives were gone
We rose again under a different sun
I ride him across the plains, I ride him through snows and rains
I ride him like a bullet train and he never never once complains.
I ride him through rough terrains, I ride him down ragged lanes
Grey ghosts on some spectral plane, as I ride my sacred horse again.
SEE/HEAR ME SING THIS ON YOUTUBE. LOUIS SPENCE & GRAHAM BROTTON PALAMINO. Thank you.
Look at the traffic in front of you, they are moving in a parallel direction, something is going on over there that is causing the people to fear, my aunt is trapped behind the doors looking through the little peep hole, my cousin is stationed behind the window curtain with an AK47 assault rifle position to shoot if someone breaks through the roof, and my niece is standing on the toilet bowl stroking her cute cat, too scared to venture outside. It was just a little before mid-day when the people gather in the Sancturary to pray, they stand in a big circle and hold hands and the leader spread incense in the space and swing the crucifix Infront of their faces and chant some words unfamiliar to the ears, and the line gets thicker, and my emotions grows bigger. Look at the drawing Infront of you, it is trying to tell you something about me and you; the bald eagle standing on the power line with a message printed on its face and its eyes moving all over the place. How did we get here I don't know but my heart began to fear but the universe put it all together. Take it or leave it and if you are in doubt, just wave your hand and shout, I will be standing behind the cross line and I will be waiting for you there. Take a good look at the exterior lines and dissect the interior lines and there is a transversal line sitting within the interior angle and you can alternate before it's too late. You must break out of the parallel line and get on the supplementary line get between the angles that runs from north to south and from, east to west and let equator do the rest. The line has pivot in front of you and you have finally got the breakthrough. Take me to the intersection and let me touch the plane, there is enough distance between the lanes and the value is way above me. The ellipse was just in time to rescue me from the parallel bind.
When driving, if your speed is slow,
It’s always recommended
That to the right’s where you should go,
As road rules have intended.
The left lane is for passing or
If maybe you are speeding
And middle lanes may help ensure
That traffic flow’s succeeding.
Among most drivers, there exists
A tacit understanding
That anyone who thus resists
Will face some reprimanding.
So driving slowly on the left
May earn some bright lights flashing
Or someone on your tail whose heft
May threaten rear-end bashing.
It isn’t nice, but most of us
Would actually expect it
And those affected rarely fuss
But grudgingly accept it.
Yet lately some aggressive fools
Are tailing right lane drivers
In violation of the rules,
Which may leave no survivors.
The attitude I see today,
Which seems to be contagious,
Is “Me, me, me – don’t block my way!”
On roads, it is outrageous!
Fright washes through my tiny veins
He's drunk and driving in opposite lanes
Scared for my life, he enters my complex
Because of something he blew out of context
So alone in my house with locked windows and doors
Scared for 4 1/2 years because of his roars
Trying to break in because he knew I was there
Feeling my anger and fright begin to flare
Locked in my bathroom --- police on the phone
Feeling my insides go heavier as my heart turns to stone
Dispatch says to keep inside and wait for the Law
Breaking my heart, soul, and love as it goes raw
The Law arrived and saw him and the others outside
For 4 1/2 years inside of him I did confide
He raised his fists and almost killed me more than twice
But on his wrists and arms --- he always made a slice
Crazy and deranged and scared for my life
4 1/2 years of bloody pain and strife
Controlled and scared I shake in my bed
Because one day I feel like I'll be dead
Either I leave or he leaves my state
It's the best way to leave him behind and my would-of-been-fate
Threatening my family and all of my friends
Tired of waiting for him to kill me --- where is my end?
Today was a common nightmare like always before
My mind, body, and soul go sore
So now he's gone and the Law won again
And again I am alone to live in this
Domestic Violence Sin
Against a browning hill
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched;
some drops release to softly fall
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make their rounds
in nature and in men
the flower wilts, the rose is pruned,
the leaves must fall again.
Everything of lasting worth
contains a seed of loss;
on young love's throbbing circlet
hangs a bitter cross.
We will walk life's lanes together,
cherishing this pain we share
for spring will come tomorrow
and bloom on our despair.
Copyright, November 11, 2014
As I navigate the road of life
Into an area unknown to me
My view is often obstructed
When the road ahead, I cannot see
A sign advises, there is a river
In the valley, around the curve
Do I wonder if there is a crossing
Although conditions I can't observe
I do not stop and walk ahead
I have faith there will be a bridge
That will buoy me to the other side
Just beyond, this unseen ridge
I have faith that a state department
Has provided a bridge for me to cross
Although it may have been expensive
It was needed, whatever the cost
As I drive down a busy highway
And the vehicle ahead, I choose to pass
I make a decision to change lanes
By what I view, observing ONLY a glass !
If I have faith in these elements
That was created by the hand of man
How could I ever dare to doubt
That whatever God promises; "He can"
"By faith ", is a term so often used
Relating to promises, made by God
Concerning issues in this life
And after our bodies, return to the sod
I have faith, His sacrifice on the Cross
Will atone for all my sin
When I stand at Heaven's gate
Faith tells me, He'll say = "enter-in"
Colan L Hiatt = 05-24-23
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PERPETUAL POEMS
A poem is never merely still born,
It has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives a life of its own
Independent,well able to stand alone;
On others it can,influence,affect
Energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
Or lie dormant,yet not dead,but waiting;
Watered by another's mutual bond
resurrected,to live again,again.
A WORDS WORTH
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A POETS PROGRESS
Through a personal lens I think,then write
Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night,
As blotting paper,absorbs impressions
Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons;
my anthology,my journey's log book
From mainstream or the back lanes I took,
An emphasis upon a favoured form.
Those endeavours which I,on reflection mourn;
I change,I alter or perhaps stand still
In retrospective of a fogotten will,
And yet,driven by this creative itch,
Each day,I,this word tapestry must stitch.
Listen to me read these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
In by lanes of an ancient city,
A journey unfolded,
In the lap of divinity,
A conscious pilgrimage molded.
Amid the cacophony of chaos,
We discovered the calm.
In the playfield of the Gods,
We laid to rest our qualms.
With heads bowed low in humble grace,
With folded hands we sought Your face.
In union of the body and soul,
To You we surrendered whole.
Awakened was the energy deep inside,
That shook each limb with a mighty tide.
From body to spirit the echoes rose,
Breaking all barriers where challenge froze.
We banked on collective wisdom,
Marched towards a path to freedom.
Through highs and lows we walked together,
Never alone in the endeavour.
Yet balance we found in laughter and cheer,
With fun and frolic sprinkled here.
Be it music or feast,
Both lifted our spirits at least.
Wedding planners we became for a night,
Some tried singing into twilight.
Discussions and extempore kept us keen,
With Shivo at the helm as Dean.
Playfulness was tempered each day,
With Principal JC guiding the way.
The trip was full of reflection,
Learning, sharing, and introspection.
Team bonding was on full display,
Memories etched in hearts to stay.
A heartfelt thanks, a grateful prayer,
To the team whose spirit brought us there.
Looking ahead to journeys yet so great,
Where consciousness and joy amalgamate.