Long Library Poems
Long Library Poems. Below are the most popular long Library by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Library poems by poem length and keyword.
Sometimes a soft and most pleasant serene melody,
other times a full blown out all scale orchestrated symphony,
but always depicting Nature and Wildlife not only accuratly,
but also radiantly beautiful in its magnificence musically,
the way Nature and Wildlife is always heard by me,
whenever Nature and Wildlife are too far to be seen.
I wish I could include in my music library,
all the background music used in Nature and Wildlife documentaries,
but such compositions are very rarely released.
Too bad, I find the music so moving emotionally with what I've seen visually,
that just listening to the music alone afterward is still enough to move me.
Dark grey body is on a wire strung
across the street. Yellow house- sunshine- faces the house painted
the color of summer leaves.
A wood cross is on top of an ivory cone.
It is thrust into bandaged heavens,
and towers behind the stone library
slanted on the hill.
Windows are smudged charcoal squares, eyes.
The glass door, reflecting obese woman
with hands choreographed
by the weavers dance, opens, closes.
Steps are peeling, and as soft as a blue sky.
Rainbow cotton is beginning to warm her fingers.
Feet pound, and their hollow sound echoes as if trod in an empty house.
Dove still sits alone.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
"Art is art, nature is nature you cannot improve upon it ...
Pictures should be inspired by nature but made of the soul
of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts."
_ Emily Carr, Canadian Artist and Author, 1817 - 1945
_____________________
March is International Women's Month and I salute all women who
have made a difference in the world. You are an inspiration for
all women to strife to be. I would like to highlight one woman
who has inspired my art, photography and writing, and
her name is Emily Carr, a Canadian Icon, Artist and Author.
Emily was born in 1817, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.
She has been described as Canada's Van Gogh. She embraced
a modern style of art inspired by Indigenous Peoples and forests.
Studied in art schools in San Francisco, London and Paris.
She returned to Canada in 1911 and embraced painting the grandeur
of forests, quaint villages, and Indigenous peoples and so much more.
Her art was not accepted at the time, but was rediscovered in 1927
with an exhibit at the National Art Gallery in Ottawa, Canada. She
got the attention she deserved. She had bad health in her later years
that prevented her from painting so she wrote, she wrote many books
and she was a good writer. Received the Governor General Literary
Award. In 1971 a stamp was issued to honor her. There is an
Emily Carr University of Art and Design, Public Library, and schools
named after her all across Canada. Emily died in 1945, but lives on .
"Something has called out somewhere
and something in me is trying to answer."
_ Emily Carr
________________________
March 27, 2022
Poetry/Ode/Canadian Icon, Emily Carr
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1443-780-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tribute to Women
sponsor, Beata Agustin, Judged 04/22/2022
Second Place
I don’t know that one
is more important than
the other...equality seems
to be the fashion. Nor can
I say with any certainty
that two cannot function
as one: for I have heard the
rumors of harmony, though
both my ears seem slightly
at different tones--and why
did God make so many
of us? All of whom end up as
smoke or rotting in graves, a
subject we have in common.
Ah, yes! The Spirit! Something
I really want to believe in, despite
the lack of Weights-and-measures:
My mind tells me one thing
while my heart says something else--
a library says it all; while the church
remains a vacuum of faith. Perhaps
religion is more to keep children in line
and husbands tethered to one?
Miracles keep me going.
“Penned”
what happens
when it comes to this
another woman
takes your child
as her own
and red becomes
the bloody murder
penned in a pig stye,
left field left
the apple of her eye
green,
as iceberg
lettuce lies laced
salad days waisted
shredded through windows,
cold
thunderstorms
in the heart betrayed
rigour resigns against pain
the revenant
never left
resonance resides
on repeat morse
tear-streaked
reigning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“I Hold You” / Clann
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
CLANN — KIN FABLES [Full Album]
https://youtu.be/q2r9smjuA2Q
CLANN — Seelie [Full Album]
https://youtu.be/jn6UB-jLblM
LYRICS/ "I Hold You", Clann
https://genius.com/Clann-i-hold-you-lyrics
"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (EBOOK)
(PDF download, link)
https://onuploads.com/yd52bar3w8cl/The-Handmaid%E2%80%99s-Tale.pdf.html
"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (Seasons 1-5)
https://movies2watch.is/watch-tv/watch-the-handmaids-tale-hd-39270.4912660
1. maternal alienation
2. surrogacy
3. Penned
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/penned
wasted.
waisted.
https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf
https://cwasu.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Working-with-Maternal-Alienation.Practitioner_Resource2.pdf
Books
Books line the shelves
in the living room,
the bookcase in the hall,
the cubbyholes in my desk.
They lie on the coffee table,
stacked on end tables,
and on bedside tables.
At least it used to be like that
before I had to move.
I miss my books, only a few left.
I had read all of them,
some more than once,
and some were a bit ragged.
But I got pleasure from
there just being there
where I could see them.
I don’t buy books much now.
I get them from the library.
Somehow it isn’t the same
reading somebody else’s books.
There’s no ownership involved,
no sense of coming back to it
and savoring it all over again.
catfish, seagull, deer, squirrel, grasshopper, Luna moth
each leaving their mark on the world, in their best way
dragonfly, cardinal, monarch, spiritual orbs, sharing truths
hypersensitive individuals pay attention to their lessons.
Learning the intricacies and beauties of the forest too.
the secrets of the apple trees, and the acorn mothers.
Listening to the wind, paying attention to rustle of grasses.
Tree of knowledge is not in a church, school or library.
Tree of knowledge is without and within.
Soul searching, meditation, praying, stilling yourself.
Learning what you can from each encounter with nature.
And God’s creatures and critters, who were sent to teach us.
I was waiting for my discussion circle to show up,
about to conclude our reading of "Sacred Instructions"
When I saw a list above the server
in the library of Unitarian-Universalist wisdom,
Ten Things to Remember:
The past can't be changed.
Opinions don't define your reality.
Everyone's journey is different.
Judgments are not about you.
Overthinking will lead to sadness
Happiness is found within.
Your thoughts affect your mood.
Smiles are contagious.
Kindness is free.
It's OK to let go and move on.
In my Taoist way,
I took notes,
while transliterating the yin side:
The past can't be changed.
But can it be redeemed?
Opinions don't define your reality.
But feelings do.
Everyone's journey is different.
So your journey is not replaceable.
Judgments are not about you.
They are about us using punishing weapons
before trying empathic, and diplomatic, listening tools.
Overthinking will lead to sadness,
and bureaucracy.
But under-feeling will not lead to gladness,
or democracy.
Happiness is found within.
While sadness remains without;
and both are found in felt conversation
of climates within
and without.
Your thoughts affect your mood.
Your climate effects your feelings
about what you can and cannot do
about your mood.
Smiles are contagious.
So are frowns.
Kindness is free.
Meanness is prohibitively expensive.
It's OK to let go and move on.
It's also OK to hang and move in
to win/win hopes
and move through mutual detachment issues,
histories more curiously reattaching together
through mature listening skills.
growing up
my body
stopped
sane brain
chemicals
that are in
others naturally
passed by me
completely
stopped
reflecting
because
not absorb
ing i've been
reflecting
lately on
my childhood
and misunderstood
of who i was or would
become
so many factors
in making a fact
ory made human
being by being
programmed
without yet
within but not
knowing what
is missing and
so i grew up
a short history
no mystery of
what i've be
come since Mum was
always randomly turn
ing the radio dial of
reality so we grew
knowing and knew
all styles and forms
but adding more
my Dad military sworn
dictated discipline but
also liberalism since
he was an artist of many
sorts and banned books
were in our library
paint was freely fingered
for feel and application
no matter what our
family's destination
on the move from
place to place
always some
thing new to see and
taste leaving a mind
open that had already
been cracked i look
back and remember
what doctor's didn't
know then
so now here i am
in the here and now
thinking i'm a free
thinker but as music
plays continuously
in my elevator mind
i'm going up and or
down without a
ground wire
so now i am
a brain in a b movie
beaker keeping
kept in bodily
form from turning
Virginia Woolf or
Platt or perhaps
Hemingway since
i'm a man so can
relate but too late
my psychiatrist
and i have found
a proper balance
in mind meaning
my mind for what
was not provided
for if so Darwin
would have had me
extinct by now not
able or capable
to survive
so pharmaceuticals
balance my attitude
and keep me alive
then after years of
song singing i was
being bored
by the musical form
so changed my mind
to my university degree
i had for all time
then i knew not
by chance but
a strictly not
happenstance
when you were
introduced to
me, i, like a junkie
had the fix and
like an election
my votes are all in
and as i A D D
i simply need sleep
and
another
dose of
you
Form: