Long Letting Poems
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I can’t turn my faucet off.
I keep letting it run all the time.
It’s running my water bill up,
and I keep getting distracted by the noise.
Every time I try to do my work,
it drowns out the sound of the birds chirping,
the children laughing,
and my friends talking.
I always get in trouble for it.
My teachers say I get distracted too easily,
and my friends tell me I’m never paying attention.
Lately, I’m even having trouble focusing in sports,
because all I want to do is listen to my faucet drip.
The water is always there,
filling every quiet moment,
echoing through the room
until it’s all I can hear.
I know I should probably turn it off,
or at least try to fix it,
but every time I reach for the handle,
I stop.
Because it doesn’t bother me.
I like the sound of the faucet leaking.
I could listen to it all day if I could.
Other people may find it annoying,
but I don’t know if I could live without it.
In my years of living it's been a dark ride
On more than one occasion I've tried to make it to the darkside
Pain & hurt, my brain overworked
Cutting myself until there was blood stains on my shirt
I swear it was insane, felt sick and ashamed
Cutting deeper & deeper but couldn't hit no vein
I had no one to turn to, alone cuddled on the rug
Damn near lifeless stiff as a stone surrounded by a puddle of blood
Thinking I'm almost home, I can see the linked gates
But in reality I was wondering what's my life come to, lately I've been so messed up I couldn't even think straight
Felt like everybody hates me, can't nobody stand me
Downing pill after pill popping zannies like candy
Klotapins, I had a lot of them
Whatever I did only mattered to me but not to them
I began losing myself, started to rot within
Starting abusing my health, welcomed defeat & watched them lock the win
Not thinking, standing at the bridge up on the top
Lost all feeling inside & was ready to die so I closed my eyes said screw it & dropped
There were strangers around me & bystanders seen it
Head first over 20 feet down face first into the cement
Dead on site at least that's what I hoped
But the lord kept my head on tight so with my latest attempt again I choked
Directly the fall didn't affect me
Had to accept the signs that it wasn't my time so the Lord wouldn't accept me
Apologized for my actions but lied to him
Promised that them days were over but a few years later I tried again
Wrapped the rope around my neck tied it in a knot
Was tired of life & being stuck on the bottom, I wanted to get to the top
Was willing to give up everything, stressed & depressed & all out of jokes & laughs
But as soon as I kicked the chair from under me she appeared in front of me just in time to cut the rope in half
I was letting life get the best of me, allowing my pride to break me
Dying inside wondering why he refused to take me
Making the wrong calls from birth & it's been Hell ever since
Until he came to me in a dream and told me himself that I'm stuck here for the long haul and forever I'm cursed with my failed attempts....
how many years I lived
without knowing the decision space in front of me
didn’t depend on the stingy calculus
of a lover’s whimsy.
I can’t believe—
how many times I mistook silence
for verdict, god’s understudy,
how many times I called a locked door just,
as if my wanting were felony,
my body a crime scene.
I called it love—
letting all other appetites eat first.
I called it love—
when I folded my desire, my voice
into a paper crane,
set it alight,
then apologized
for the smoke.
But freedom—
freedom isn’t a hand-me-down.
It cannot be conferred, is not a ribbon tied
to someone else’s mercy.
It’s my pulse still thrumming,
a window they swore was nailed shut
splintering, opening, opening.
Freedom is sky without edges,
my mind a kite unwound from every fist,
kissing my own lips,
striking my name like the last match on earth,
calling it holy—
to breathe without permission.
Hope the man above as tuned in, To what I've got to say
All the peoples of this world need to get attuned to peaceful ways
Lord above he should have seen the writing on the wall
Letting war and famine plight these lands is not the way to go
Everybody should highlight that fighting needs to end
Let no nation bomb another inciting violence should be banned
Understanding not screaming at each other , lets walk hand in hand
Justify your reasons or on judgement day you will be damned
All of us need to live in harmony live by these words he commands
Hallelujah
comp entry 1 song hallelujah the writing on the wall pic 2 mens shouting
There goes my heart.
Once sealed now open like the mouth of a volcano.
My souls’ strings pulled out from their place of refuge.
My soul thriving to breathe from your mere presence.
My hand exploring every fore of your delicate body.
My hands aching, yet trying not to touch the hollow of your strong neck.
I’m short of breath; I don’t know what it is.
Could it be the fear of letting my heart loose?
Or it’s the sweet smell of your hair, the feeling of your skin next to mine.
There goes my heart.
The edges of my mouth curve…into a smile; a smile of bitter sweet defeat.
I can’t fight it; my heart is a mask of intense emotions.
I trace the edges of your lips; I just have to engrave the feeling in my soul.
My mind is at ease, the air around me silent yet so soothing.
I’m scared.
I don’t want this moment to pass, I’m so intent.
I don’t want to miss a sigh from the depth of your soul.
There goes my heart.
I try to keep a lock on it.
But I dare myself; I have to win this race.
Although it’s reaching its futile end.
It’s almost over.
I’m speechless.
I don’t understand it, I don’t want to.
Why could something so beautiful come to end?
I don’t care either way.
Those once pure moments will be gone.
I don’t mind.
There goes my heart.
I think…"let it go”.
I look into his eyes; they are a pool of mixed emotions.
But we both know it’s for the best.
I trace every bit of his face; kiss his eyes, his nose… I have to remember it.
I love him, I know.
I look into his eyes again, smile and slowly drift to sleep; thinking.
There goes my heart.
I don’t mind anymore.
It wouldn’t make a difference either way.
I know it will be safe, it will soar above clouds.
Enjoy the last moments of pure bliss.
And then come back to me in one piece.
It’s in good hands, I know.
There goes my heart.
(C) Herzel Poshiwa
Posting this first poem for me was quite nerve wrecking because it was one of the first poems I had ever written.
It has been a long twisted road to here,
and the broken pieces of my life are scattered;
my search for tomorrow is still blurry,
it is hard to go on when your soul is tattered.
life has left me fragmented and weeping,
yet within there is an unfathomable strength;
so, I just keep trying my very best,
to find tomorrow I will go to any length.
Like a warrior I will fight battles,
my mighty sword will be but a poetic pen;
I will write of all my grief and sorrows,
letting them go like birds again, again, again.
I will never stop my ever searching,
searching for my tomorrow and my own true fate;
and along this life path I will find me,
never stopping until I reach that final gate.
________________________
October 24, 2018
Poetry/Quatrain/Search For Tomorrow
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1077-752-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Soap Opera Titles
sponsor, Janis Thompson
Tenth Place
You're a sweet soul
You're sweet soul just so lovely ever so lovely pure
And you completely
Dance beneath me above the clouds in the skies
Your star radiance shine above so high
In the darkness you shine
Bright like the blazing light so bright and you complete me
Ever so sweetly you're abundant you're beautiful
I'll call your name because of your Fame
And you complete me always complete me
You're the best of the best of me
You're a sweet soul you're a sweet soul
And I'm letting the whole wide world know
You're a sweet soul
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Today, let's try to make for someone,
their world a better place.
Through some small thoughtful gesture,
or mere smile upon our face.
Be it in line of a cheerful note,
or through some funny card.
Letting one know they're thought of,
or that their missed shouldn't be hard.
Perhaps to God, a word of prayer,
on their behalf we'll air.
Or maybe as that one has need,
we'll simply show we care.
Just a simple errand may be all,
that someone needs this day.
Just make it known to us Lord,
and we'll be cheerfully on our way.
It may be for that someone,
fighting depression or despair.
That God has chosen us to be,
their special friend and care.
We'll give without remembering,
so praise, one will not owe.
For from your word we're taught,
we always reap just as we sow.
Whatever we may encounter this day,
let's retain joy within our heart.
Giving praise to God throughout it all,
for allowing us some small part.
This time people have gone too far.
It's something that is really bizarre.
The law is considering letting people walk in churches with guns.
If this law passes, it will be one of the stupidest things they've ever done.
I'll come right out and say it, I won't give people a hint.
When people carry guns, their chances of getting shot goes up 58 percent.
When people are in churches, what if somebody gets shot?
Some think guns in churches is a good idea but it's not.
Some say it's okay because people have the right to bear arms.
But they'll change their minds really fast if people get harmed.
If they pass this law, it may only be in Tennessee.
It's a terrible idea and the law should leave things be.
God will be very angry if people take guns in the houses of the Lord.
He's probably seeing red and his wrath is something we can't afford.
(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
My wife came home with a big Cheshire cat smile
“I changed the car tyre, “I done it” “It took me a while.”
“Good for you,” I said.
Big deal I thought and want to bed.
Next morning I woke up early for my business trip,
Rushed out the door, thought I’d gave breakfast a skip.
Down route 66 been travelling for some time,
Mentally working on my poetry rhyme.
Then a funny thing flies past my car, letting out a squeal,
Some poor sod has lost a bloody wheel.
I look in the rear view while sipping tea from my cup,
Awaiting to see a massive car pile up.
Then for some reason my eyes dart to the ash tray, and there between the butts
Six shinny new wheel nuts.
Well it took three hours to cut me out of the wreck
All I suffered was a slight concussion, bruised ribs, two broken arms and a stiff neck.
So here I lay with the pen between my teeth
Writing this poem on the paper beneath.
Oh if you see my wife, tell her hubby said,
The next time I see her she’s bloody dead.