Long Lets Poems
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Autumn
Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.
Leaves bold
Wise, old
Winter
Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.
Lets go
New show
Spring
New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.
Face crib
Ad lib
Summer
Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.
Emotes
Devotes
(12/12/11)
Where are my angels that watch over me?
Where are my angels, where can they be?
We all have guardian angels- this much I know
So where did my angels go ?
They watch over me to protect me from harm
And around my neck - is their charm.
My father told me to never fear
For I am always in their care.
Who is my father you ask of me?
He is no other than J.C.
Jesus Christ is his name
We’re his children and we’re all the same.
Sometimes our angels presence we will feel
When we are sick and need to heal.
He smiles down upon us and touches our hand
And lets us know he understands.
Angels protect us throughout our lives
This is their ultimate sacrifice
And when it’s time that we must part
They ease the pains within our hearts
Knowing that when we are at deaths door
We start regretting things that we held in store.
A kind word to a friend who was there till the end.
Taking time out to watch your children grow
And creating a memory that they will know.
Telling your soul mate that you loved every moment
That you shared, and showing how much you really cared.
This is your angel that god had chose
And will lead you through deaths door
So do not fear when this time comes
For you will now see- a different Son.
He loved me enough to sacrifice His life upon a cross,
Offering me salvation so my life wouldn’t be a loss.
He provided the way for me to be saved eternally,
Changing both my heart and soul, converting me internally.
He listened to all my fears and wiped away my tears,
Protecting me from the darkness of doubt that despairs.
He welcomed me to speak to Him, answering my prayers,
Sometimes sending His angels to me – angels unawares.
He broke the heaviest chains that held me to my sins,
Reminding me that grace is where He always begins.
He silenced the temptations that sometimes tore me down,
Pulling me from the murky past where I thought I’d drown.
He sought me with His grace and love, stirred my heart to believe.
With Him, there is no doubt of the joy that will relieve.
He never lets the shadows destroy my faith and love.
Forever, He is with me – the answer from above.
Jesus will never leave the ones who He saves from this realm.
He brings a peace that assures no grief will overwhelm.
Did you see me before I died
I was the last white rhino alive
you have no conscience you are void of pride
you damage what we need to survive
the air you breath, the food you eat
natural resources you deplete
the waters rising
the ice is sliding
the planets clock is ticking down
yet we just stand and look around
Politian’s talk the talk
yet into disaster they just sleep walk
the young can see their future bleak
why are these Politian’s so weak
the bosses fiddling while the sun burns mother earth
milking her for all she’s worth
from the biggest whale to the humble bee
lets all pray we never need that planet b
In the anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of immanent emotions drags the mind
into the fathomless inner depth of deriding abyss.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily shapes the innate images
on the fleeting screen of spreading awareness,
shifting beyond the limits in search of new sensitivity
within the quintessence of unique existence,
the construct of sublime elements of divinity.
In the realm of existential dualism,
with the dark and depraved attributes,
irreducibly distinct from the righteous potency,
human being breathes as God’s generous gift
the divine breath of the devout life,
the intrinsic source of creativity for love and altruism.
The enlivening inner window of enlightenment
lets inside the sacred sunshine of seminal virtue,
highlights the positivity of the persistent psyche,
enhances the defining strength of the spirit,
flowing with the fountain of generosity and empathy,
that finds the cathartic pathway of spirituality.
The spiritual journey is a trying translocation
from vice to virtue to the high stratum of consciousness,
achieved by the introspective dissolution of the boundaries
of the rigid thoughts through transcendence.
As the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
intrinsic virtue permeates the non-dual awareness.
When the immanent emotions bloom as radiant lotus,
the soul contained within the limits of acuity
finds freedom to merge with the transcendent consciousness
of divine oneness, and fusing with the supreme,
embellishes the sublimated life with heavenly adornment.
The absolute then assimilates the liberated atman.
I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday.
Today I stink like cigarettes.
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart.
She yells something to her partner.
I don’t recognize the words, but….
Every time she yells this,
my belly hurts for days from her wickedly
insensitive manipulation, and indelicate prodding.
After fishing around with her hands, stirring
Green gum wrapper carcasses from one
Side of my tummy to the other,
She finally lets me catch my breath.
WHAM! I am completely dizzy when she
twists me upside down and shakes me hard,
Slapping my bottom with long, angry slugs.
I throw up pencils, pens, erasers, a variety of multi-colored
Toys, a washrag, crackers, cellophane wrappers,
A half-eaten candy bar, gritty stomach acid pills,
Paperclips, a baby’s shoe, two headbands, dust mites,
A dog biscuit and so many receipts it is ridiculous.
“Here they are!” Her partner calls.
She pops all the junk back into me, throws in
Her car keys for dessert, and off we go for more receipts.
I long for my clean shelf in Macy’s, and my relatives.
The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.
It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!
The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.
Anger grows behind
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.
Without compassion,
Without love.
There was an eerie feeling that represented a full moon.
Is it time? The skeleton asked his bunkmates, or is it too soon?
Sure, one replied. Let’s show them that dead is not dead.
They climbed out of their sleeping quarters, their earthy black bed.
October for sure, but is it Halloween? One of the skeletons asked.
The old wise one nodded, but he did not reply. Deep in his flask.
What are you drinking? One of the other boney ones queried.
He shook his fist at him, full of temper. A tiny vole scurried.
Halloween moon, a ghoul who had stopped by quietly said.
He was standing next to Dracula’s son, Draco B. Ted.
Let’s give the humans some howling, scare them into a mood.
Okay, agreed the wise one, but then can we get some food?
Warm days herald in the spring
as she dances among young flowers
the mating call strong adds its ring
soon nestlings, calves and beavers
grow strong as she swirls past dancing
Hot flush of summer vibrant flowers
greet summer as she flashes past
in haste in case her time she flitters
falling in love a dance spell is cast
Autumn slowly following does
a dance most stately performs
she prances and flaunts on tiptoes
her stage is the forest platform
Winter grim and bleak in marches
her dance sometime very sullen
with her icy fingers she clutches
when she lets go you are heartbroken
On very rare occasions they come together
and dance around in joy of sisters united
oh what a time they have as they caper
forgetting the many times they have feuded
written 09/28/2013 by Shadow Hamilton
contest A Season's Dance
some friends come into our life
and some friends go
but Jesus is the best friend that I ever did know
some friends hurt us and lead us to wear a frown
but Jesus is the friend who never lets us down
he's the one who stays with us from dawn till dusk and from dusk till dawn
he's the one who comforts us when we mourn
Jesus is the one who listens to us any time of day
Jesus is the one who is loyal and true in every single way
he is in heart of everything that you do
all for his Love for you
Jesus is the one who makes our life far more worthwhile
he is the one who always makes us smile
Jesus chose to be our friend from the begining of time untill the end
Jesus is and always will be our true friend.
there are friends who pretend to be friends, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a
brother Proverbs 18 : 24
when my mother and father forsake me then the Lord will take me up pslam 27 : 10
I will not leave you comfortless I will come to you, John 14 :18
right from the begining the Lord chose us, You did not choose me, but I chose you and
appointed you to go and bear fruit--fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever
you ask in my name. he will never leave us of forsake us Amen.