Long Leap year Poems

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Rope of Hope

Grab ahold to the rope of hope,
Rise into your moment of destiny,
And change your world with heaven’s might,
For you are destined to shine forever bright.

In this leap year, your destiny is open,
Spring forth, for these are your moments
With you is more than those who oppose,
Together with heaven overcome the foes.

Let prosperity be your garment, with wisdom
Let out of boundaries, become your new boundaries,
Break yourself free from the normal routine,
Grab heaven’s moments, for they are so divine.

You are created for such a time as this,
To fulfill and build many legacies,
So keep stirring up the inner gentle voice,
For you are sealed with this Gentle Seer.


Premium Member LEAP DAY

She was beautiful in body and spirit…her mind was sharp, her heart was pure
and the reason he believes in miracles…is all because of her.

She believed she was a miracle…born on leap day in the safety of her mother’s bed.
He met her on a leap day…and on a leap day they were wed.

She told him she’d believed in miracles from the moment of her birth.
She said, “The swans, the doves, the egrets, the snowy owls
are all angels here on Earth.”

She said, “Angel wings are made of feathers…it’s the way that God designed them.”
She believed they bring good fortune…to anyone who finds them.

She collected feathers all her life…and anytime he found one…
to her…this precious gift he’d bring.
She’s smile saying, “I’m not just collecting feathers…I’m making my angel wings.”

She said, “Someday, when I die…I will not be afraid…
because when I get to heaven…I’ll have wings already made.”

When that day came as they held hands she said,
“Don’t worry…a message to you I’ll bring.”
And as she closed her eyes and they said goodbye
he promised…to bury her with her wings.”

That year happened to be a leap year…
which made that first leap day bittersweet.
Until he looked up and saw this beautiful feather cloud
then smiled as one feather drifted to his feet.

That leap day he found so many feathers…
his heart was filled with laughter….
And the next leap day we found more feathers…and more the leap day after.

He thanks her every leap day for each new feather that she brings….
He says, “When it’s my turn to die…I, too, will not be afraid.”
To find me…just look for the newest angel in heaven…
with his wings already made.”
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Doors of Hope Open

Doors of hope open, walls are falling
A new beginning, a new calling
The transition is over, you are in a new field
A new leap year is granted

In this new firing range
New targets may seem strange
But fear not, you'll hit every one
For every challenge will be shot down

Don't ponder and panic, be still and know
Let your doubts and fears go
Still your emotions and thoughts
For you will not be suddenly caught

Know with your every fiber
You are meant to be a hero, a victor 
In perfect timing, you have arrived
Despite your struggles, you have thrived

Unlock what needs to be
Let it pour onto your lap, for you are free
As sure as light shifts into darkness
You will shine, you will have access!

Premium Member Believe It Or Not

My heart reaches the destination of dimensions 
near the cliff of face-paced thinkers.
The greetings were friendly because
 grace was in the shadows of living!
So was the
supreme  clouds that are God-given on earth changing
 rainbow sky
Yes the hue was outstanding the colors demanding
Tore down
 My earthly will my essences increased my face  smiled
Then I woke up out of my dream to a new day
And
Stood
ln the middle of this  many feelings toll foes 
 to stir my  melodic tone of laughter a maidens call
 At best revealing searching scores and woe.
frantic souls.
 Time zones were made at the throne
on the side by the double doors 
where the light shined brightly and me watching.
 Battles-struggles attacks fought  the truth
And
the tidal waves of fight or flight
 for the womb of love and life  came from the dirt
that leads to heaven and back to earth
to build a mighty fort.
To satisfy my lord my mate, my love my joy ecstasy rewards
Ring finger sang an out-of-this-world hand clap tones
 but  nothing seems to match
So I thought
When you stand in the middle of desire
 it births desire you would think my mind said so?

When a man finds a wife am heard he finds his good thing
Now look at this image this is my fate 
 am always in the middle of others
 look at this I be my  birth 73 
or more years ago in ancient times, it seems
 
When I the veil child emerged from my birth slumber 
I was already three
 My lord could not and did not find me.
 So I went forth!
and this happens 
- My Age- is more than seventy -three{73] years down here called earth
My leap-year birth is a mystery to me
My lord  may be now either too old for my inside flame or too young to understand
my pain
So my dear reader's Mystery does unfold
were mystery stories are told  but what funny
destiny for me but my friends work hard to keep me
 feeling happy and free!
Form: Narrative

The Castle in My Mind

The Castle in My Mind

Around the same time
of each leap year, 
My mind runs out of rhyme
and freezes out of fear. 
Even if I
am not even here. 

Even if I 
am not tucked into the sheet
of 42 West
Virginia Street. 
My mind, still it scatters
in my life full of tatters, 
as people ask me 
if it really still matters. 

Course to me, it still does. 
'Coz to them, it's just a story. 
Cloaked full of my past glory. 
dripped from my poisoned pen. 
And they still don't believe 
in my words now. 
So why should they back then? 

My mind is an apartment complex
scattered round and round
still a couple dozen staircases 
until you reach the ground. 

The doctors, though they try
to sink their claws in,
Well, they are not welcome 
in Hell's Finest Inn. 

For once they pass through
the white roses and thorns, 
the Devil starts
to creep ever close and he warns
with the shadow of his 
red bleeding horns. 

Just another person
trying to help, 
that is certain. 
But Death is sneaky, conniving 
and clever.
He hides me forever
behind his blue sweeping curtain.

And soon the red snowflakes
made out of their blood 
drown out the wolf's howl
as he's stuck in the flood. 

As I sit by Death's fire. 
Playing lute, harping 'liar', 
the dancing flames keep me warm. 

But the overgrown leaves
melt their brains, so it seems. 
And the help, well now it's lost
forever to the storm.

For when you have screamed 
so vehemently at Death, 
he takes your last words
and swallows your final breath.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Proposal

‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Ode to Mum by Maria Williams

Leap year;
I hear, 
twenty-ninth of February,
only comes once every four years. 
A time for a woman to carry a ring
and ask for her man's hand in marriage, 
a speck of a myth; 
I have no idea. 

I wonder;
of words, whilst I sit 
beneath the bower listening to birds 
embraced in the romantic fragrance
of the wonderful hue blend 
of velvet rosebuds unfold. 
Whereas; the sun is interrupted.

Noonish;
I would say. 
A perfect season 
as it waits for my decision.
My consciousness; 
is noon, 
as I gain confidence. 
While I hold a ring on a string,
around my neck.
As I wander in my patient mind; 
music plays and course through, 
as whispers through the maze in my heart.

I gasp;
I'd forgotten to breathe.

You’re the sunlight, I'm your garden.
You’re  the rainbow, I'm your rain. 
You’re the music sheet, I’m your crotchet,
the beat that strikes my heart. 
I speak of love, 
I cannot bear to be apart.

Leap year; 
I hear, twenty-ninth of February,
only comes once every four years.
A time for a woman to ask
for her man's hand in marriage.


3/1/2020

https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/leap-year-2020-irish-tradition-proposal

Leap Year, meaning February has 29 days rather than 28. While women are definitely capable of asking a man for his hand in marriage on any day of the year that she so wishes, traditionally in Ireland, this right was reserved specifically for the Leap Year.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'M Just Proposin'

I’d been in a two-year relationship
He even got down on one knee and did propose
He’s still the only man ever to ever buy me a red rose
But his mother hated me I wasn’t the right one for her son
She put her oar in and caused trouble and soon the damage was done
We split – I couldn’t be bothered with men I didn’t want the hurt
I threw myself into charity work at the local hospital
Radio Lollipop is a hospital radio station especially for kids
I had my own radio show – something I would love to do again
Bob was an engineer and built studios  - we became friends
One Saturday we were decorating a float for the Lord Mayor’s procession
I was wearing a tight low cut bright pink T shirt…how could he not notice me!
Started dating in June, just before Christmas we got the flu
We looked after each other at his house ...I never moved out
On Valentines Day 1989 I proposed to him – even though it wasn’t a leap year
I’d got up to get ready for work – he was still in bed.
I knelt down by the bed and asked him to marry me… he said yes! PHEW
We married two years to our very first date
Twenty-three years later we are still going strong


Jan Allison
21st September 2014
Contest:Will You Marry Me?
Sponsor Judy Konos
~awarded 1st place~
Form: Narrative

Till the Next Leap Year

It's another new uncommon day
A day that comes just once in every four yrs
I'm happy I'm alive to see today 
God I'm most grateful
Facebook won't be able to bring up this memory until the next for years 
I won't be able to check the memory from this fone then, cos I'd av changed it
More grey hairs, new look, 
Wife and children hopefully
More friends, some betrayals
Plenty success and achievements
Better fones, better life 
Older ( but younger in mind and wiser

Wishing my brother success in his exam
I love my mother, love my father
Love my brothers , love my family
My special love to Oloye Adeyinka Olufunmi. Waiting for your man. 
My apologies to Tosin Oloye, forgive me. 
I love and respect my BBL alwaz and ever 
I love myself, love my life
Love and respect my friends 
God bless NOSDRA zones and HQ
Love my colleagues, God bless u all
Till 2020, LOVE YOU ALL
Form: ABC

Premium Member Samaja

Samaja
 Complicated matters
 Sore behind the sack Shadows 
Chronic enabler
 Breached philosopher screaming to the handlers
 What my problem is I cannot forgive 
But only forget all the tragic happenings
 And irony unless it takes some time to heal 
And never less I shall regressed and to myself selflessness
 And as I Ponder close to wonder I will convey my settlements
And think bout how I feel, for real
 Samaja 
Wonderful leap year Vision obscure by the pestilence 
Insured semantic beautiful and I are wonders of wonders
 By far you are mine to adore
 And what is the problem and can we solve them
 All I know is that we ought to be brought up to 7 * 70
 You are envisioned and for all the world's fault man's divisions
 As I think about it you are forgiven
 You are one of a kind my peace of mind
 my fruit of the Vine can hardly wait to call you forevermore you are
 Samaja

Written by James Edward Lee Sr
 From forth coming anthology  "Samaja"

Miniscule male member doth bend sinister

Miniscule male member doth bend sinister

impossible mission of mine to bare witness
whereby mine (whore rubble) puny phallic
describes a bent shaft, particularly when cap
locks on first observed by the missus when
we consummated intercourse, though nicht
married, cuz the rutting urge overtook both
of us 24/7, 365 days year not omitting the
leap day, which arose because planet Earth
doth circle around the sun within 365 days,
5 hours 48 minutes and forty six seconds
to orbit the nearest star, according to NASA,
and while that calculation (rounded down
established by Nicolaus Copernicus in the
16th century, when he proposed heliocentric
model - quite controversial to the church ladies -
upending geocentric theory placing the Sun
at the center of the solar system, with Earth
orbiting around it; his theory was detailed
in his book "De Revolutionibus Orbium
Coelestium" published in 1543) to three
hundred and sixty five days, we - twenty
first century *****sapiens, recognize as
a typical year, those nearly 6 extra hours
do not conveniently disappear bitta bing
bitta bitta bang: I recognize omission of
most chitty word choice, but latched on
to a song which shares the same name
as the movie, a 1968 children's musical
adventure film directed by Ken Hughes
and produced by Albert R. Broccoli (not
necessarily the guy kids wanna blame for
their favorite vegetable) starring Dick Van
Dyke, Sally Ann Howes, Lionel Jeffries,
Gert Fröbe, Anna Quayle, Benny Hill,
James Robertson Justice, Robert Helpmann,
Heather Ripley and Adrian Hall driving the
innovative idea (credited to Julius Caesar,
who introduced it as part of Julian calendar,
adding another extra day every four years
to more accurately align the calendar after
segueing into the Gregorian calendar, a solar
calendar used in most parts of the world today
based on the Earth's revolution around the sun
and named after Pope Gregory XIII introduced
in 1582) with the solar year; essentially
making him the "inventor" of the leap year
added to account for the difference.

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