Long Legend Poems
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Looking over the balcony
Of endless possibility
Creative Energy saw...a door
She wondered
She pondered
As desire formed MORE
Impatience unnoticed
As curiosity grew
Into a question of descent
She decided to create
What she wanted
Without the process of consent
Down, down she fell
Deeper and deeper
The spiral took her heart
She never noticed
Discernment thinned
Until her path ripped apart
...the fabric of purity
She could NOT be left
To the death below
Waiting to devour womb
Company followed
Close enough to see
But leaving LOVE room
Discipline can not come
Until loss is felt
And mourning is in the marrow
So WORD plunged
Into her story, hidden
Until she called out in deep sorrow
He met her at a cross
That devoured the cost
The door opened in the mind
Together, they embodied
The price of LOVE
Repairing the rift of time
...in the tapestry of legend
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-06-2026
His deepest belief was in truth,
His greatest faith was in God,
He was selfless in his pursuit,
Millions followed where he trod!
He wore no crown, robes or tie,
He was no king, had no kingdom,
Thin and small at five foot five,
He won his people their freedom!
He lived life about the same time,
Adolf Hitler unleashed his anger,
millions perished to Nazi crime,
But Gandhi put no one in danger.
race discrimination he boldly fought,
in South Africa as a young lawyer,
No guns or swords he ever sought,
But he lead by fasting and prayer!
He was by birth a religious Hindu,
But respected all the world beliefs,
All religions were one in his view,
They were same in their motives.
Love, peace, path of nonviolence,
were all his weapons of resistance,
Absorbing anger, showing patience,
he lead India to its independence.
Great minds, common people like us,
Called him Mahatma, a great Soul,
He was likened to Jesus and Moses,
As they revered and pursued his goal.
He fasted to unite the rioting people,
Who killed because of religious strife,
They prayed in mosques and temple,
And thay all prayed only for his life!
On a prayer morning in late January,
Two hate bullets tore his loving heart,
His life put out by ignorance and fury,
he was killed by a world torn apart!
Even several decades after his death,
His message of love shines through,
Like many prophets before his birth,
His life’s mission, to save me and you!
*2nd placement in the contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Written 10/03/2020
Somewhere at some time
A man looked at the sky
He saw gods and heroes
Drifting above
He told their stories
Stories of dragons and demons
Of wars between immortals
Enhancing their lives as he spoke
The stories were shared by a thousand fires
Each telling added to their glory
Made them more powerful
Then the stories became legend
People fought and died for their gods
Lived their lives to honor their heroes
Time passed
The legends faded into stories
Stories turned into myth
The myth became a subtext
Hidden in the words of a worn out textbook
A textbook that no one reads
When did we stop believing?
Where can we find that one man?
That man who’ll look at the sky
A man who will see gods and heroes
Maybe he will tell their stories
And they will live again
Oh Ye Pig
Let me understand you and feel your pain
For you have been labeled unclean
And a derogotory name to many
Some refuse to have you on there plate
While others can't keep you off there plate
I see you led as the sheep to the slaughter
To see you in your entrapment
You love to eat and I notice roll in the mud
As if you are digging a hole for more water
Now we will pause and remember when
You had a good shepherd that kept His eyes on you
You would graze in the meadows
Having an unlimited amount of food
Just enjoying the company of the others
There was a lake for when you would thirst
Then came a man full of demons
The demons entertained him for a long time
Causing him to be cast out into the tombs
Jesus came by him one day and cast them out
The demons said we can at least go into the pigs
So Jesus did allow this, it was around 2 thousand
And when the demons entered these pigs
They knew right away and took notice
As one took off to the lake they all did
They wanted the water to try and wash this off
But the only way was to drown
So now in there entrapment they are digging
A hole so if a human walks by and evil spirit
Comes there way they have a puddle to hide there head under to escape this lifestyle
From the legend of a wise pig herd
So why do humans entertain unclean spirits
And not even know it in everyday life
For they cant recognize this within
Because this is what man desires in the flesh
When one gets tired of all the foolishness
Jesus shall drop a running fountain on your head
And wash you clean to have rest for your soul
Then you will become led as a sheep to be slaughter
To live a long life unfulfilled or die a young legend
I don't know about u but I will forever choose the latter
Death is inevitable to everyone so it doesn't matter,
If u live 100 years or u only have a year to spend
The fullness of life is to live it to the fullest
Life goes so fast,, u'll never have another today
So don't live on the past,,live now come what may
Live everyday with the mood of a fest
Make memories now when u still can
So that u don't regret when u become old
When u wish u were younger n a little more bold
let your grand folks have sth for you to learn
'You only live once', ain't just a popular phrase
So live knowing u'll die n it's only one chance u got
Unless u believe in reincarnation, one day this body will rot
Why not then live your best life now in that case
And remember...they gon judge u anyways
But since they ain't God, ignore them
Life's too short to let others control your game
So live laugh n love now n u'll have the best days
Come strike the tower bells,
Kneel and bow your head.
Pray for our salvation,
Alas, the King is dead.
No more to rule this castle,
And grace these hallowed halls.
The dawn of evil rises,
His Kingdom sadly falls.
A dark malicious Prince,
Releases fear and pain.
The new King on the throne,
With a thousand years to reign.
His subjects bow in silence,
Now left without a choice.
New slaves to his command,
Stripped of will and voice.
The years drift slowly by,
The suffering still remains.
The souls of our descendants,
Are cast with crimson stains.
Black death is all around them,
As blood drips from the quill.
His legend long forgotten,
And yet, they mourn him still.
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
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The Pitch
Live in my circle of simplicity,
Where loyalty plays no tricks.
A world that runs in parallel,
Without prejudice, or politics.
No longer capable of crime,
Dishonesty, just doesn’t exist.
Disciples are tolerant and caring,
A new life on Earth, no twist.
We have no need of Police Force,
Magistrates, Solicitor’s or Judge.
Follow the code in my good book,
No greed, no malice, no grudge.
Everyone will live to Ninety-Nine,
Then happily fall over the edge.
This is a promise I keep for you,
For Piety, this is my pledge.
Perfect people, in a perfect world,
That’s how it was meant to be.
So, sign your consent, now today,
Then worship and follow me.
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Clinching the deal
One Thousand pounds, is all I ask,
A life-time’s dedication, is my offer.
Here is a T-Shirt, just £12.99,
Bearing legend, I submit and proffer.
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For a small administration charge.
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As profits are small, overheads large.
Devotion doesn’t come cheap,
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Don’t listen to cynics and doubters,
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Only we alone, have been chosen,
Read section 6b of my clauses.
Go out there my friend and recruit,
Deliver my word with precision.
The more you put in, you’ll get out,
With a healthy, bonus or commission.
You cannot know the good from bad, what course did change for actions had.
A thousand gone from dawn till dusk, a hero birthed egregious loss.
To stay the darkness, the dead of night, what strength they gain from losing fights, the last to stand on failing line, survive.
The light had made home, oh glorious ark, vessel made virtue, by warrior heart, even defeat adorns you well.
Know me fighter, your most failed writer, yet still I offer hope. Not a feeling things work out, but a feeling, that keep us going, when they don't.
Stand again, meet perilous end, where glory still finds home. For everyday did you dare to dream, a difference made by your own.
Life had made so bitter sweet, every close and near defeat, we shall ever know. For somewhere in the soul, our resolve has surely grown.
Take up your banner, stand up again, know the grip of firmer hand, and daunt the line once more. For I stand beside you, no more to be alone. Against all odd, we know this not, and hope is greater still. It'll pick you up and dust you off, both heart and will renewed.
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016