Long Lie low Poems
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A time to work
A time to play
A time to leave
A time to stay
A time to vent
A time to chill
A time for routine
A time for a thrill
A time to be messy
A time to be neat
A time to be short
A time to be sweet
A time for this ~ A time for that
A time for prose
A time for rhythm
A time for rhyme
A time to attack
A time to lie low
A time to move fast
A time to go slow
A time to frown
A time to grin
A time to lose
A time to win
A time for drink
A time for food
A time to begin
A time to conclude
A time for this ~ A time for that
A time for prose
A time for rhythm
A time for rhyme
Clouds are droplets of water and ice,
some look ominous, some look nice-
Spending on how the sun reflects,
White, grey or black colors your eye will detect-
Clouds may be at any height above ground,
all different shapes - flat, oval or round-
You see many kinds of them up in the air,
lets look at some and try to compare-
CUMULOUS CLOUDS seldom bring squalls,
are vertically formed like water falls,
and often resemble fluffy cotton balls,
Some see them as popcorn popped high in the air-
About 6,000 feet up-being higher is rare-
Stratus CLOUDS, they're flat you see,
looking like spider webs strung tree to tree,
or like stretched out taffy between you and me,
Gray in color these cloud lie low-
But can still bring hill fog and drizzles though-
CIRRUS CLOUDS far away they lie,
with an altitude at least 20,000 feet high,
mostly ice crystals floating up in the sky,
Appearing like thin wispy curls of hair-
They indicate weather change, but usually fair-
NIMBUS CLOUDS are full of water and frightening,
as their looming dark towers begin heightening,
accompanied by loud thunder and lightning,
Warning that soon rain's going to be here -
Their distance away can be far or near-
London growls under the tread
of diesel driven dreams.
A stork visits,
an attic full of discarded toys.
White mice sleep in pajamas,
made of childish nightmares.
Barges reek still, just as when,
sweat was as common as dirt.
A window in Baker Street,
opens to let pipe smoke out,
it uncoils in the air
like a left-handed genie.
Meat mongers return to their,
gore-soaked cradles
before the dawns leery light.
The city is a fable,
there is fuel oil seeping,
through tunnels and runnels,
where entrenched gutter snipes
lie low and wait.
Denizens' crabwalk
along Regents Street
barking Chinese commands
at oppressed corgis.
Stately towers are pressure washed,
until they shed a dark sunlight
that fractures ferrous raindrops.
Tenements sink under the weight,
of red carpets
until the blood flows
out of them.
London by night,
is a veneer,
a crust
of low expectations.
I don't know which type I am. The A
type which is always ready to for an
adventure, would want to talk on the
phone and not really on the message
Or the B type, the one who really lie low,
loves to be left alone with their
thoughts, just need a book and coffee.
I don't know which type I am. I am the
one who wants to be there, always,
with my friends, having fun and seeking
adventure but not always, I carry my
favorite book to my favorite places
alone and in that quest, I start feeling
lonely, the kind of lonely that comes
when you're surrounded by people. I
don't know which type I am, I think
these types were created by us to make
the people conform to the set principles
and to understand ourselves the way
we perceive everyone else, ordinary and
vanilla. So, I don't know which type I am.
I am the type who gets a bout of *****
only sometimes. The kind of courage that
forces me to download a dating app but
doesn't help in actually going out and
meeting people. The type that enables
my every act of sneering insolence and
makes me believe that I am a product
of these baseless by-laws, and I'm ought
to be like this and act like this. I don't
know which type I am, but I know that
I am not what the world wants me to be.
We exist.
Live inspired, heart on fire, aim ever-higher
Conceive immensely, strive intensely, pursue in a frenzy
Don't kick back, never go slack --- instead, attack!
Don't lie low, or take things slow --- you've got to grow!
Throw in the towel? --- Never! Scream and howl!
Give up the ship? --- No way! Crack the whip!
Give it your all, stand straight and tall, knock down walls
Reach for the sky, dare to fly, the Holy Grail is nigh...
Live every moment as if it's your last
Never look back or regret the past
Look life in the eye and stick out your chest
Whatever you do --- Do your absolute best!
Within a land of Virgin forest wonders flourish
Trembles the pulsing heart of heavenly laden body at night
Ghostly figures shadows churn and nourish
Harmonious reflection green-mist awaiting daylight
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Pits and mounds of decaying fallen trees below
Persuasive lace lichen and mats of moss embrace nature’s seasons
Improbable flickering amber windows aglow
Amongst high-tower contorted trees bestow reasons
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Verdure of mystical creatures lie low
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As brownies are busy all night tweaking chores
Alicorn, centaurs, fairies, dwarf stir leaves of trees
High overhead night creaks, cries, and laughter flow
Sailing passage through moist earthy scent breeze
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Verdure of mystical creatures lie low euphoric
Within a land of Virgin forest
9/22/2016
“Life’s a long day’s journey into night.” – by poet.
It’s been a long road and I am tired,
I tried to go back where it all began
but my soul got lost along the way.
I live in a world of death,
All the ones I’ve loved are now gone,
like birds freed from the cage,
but I’ll fight to keep their memories alive.
Man is permeable like a sieve
and he sifts for nuggets of intimacy.
The furrows are leveled
The harvest is in,
And I guess I’ll go some place quiet,
put my feet up, and lie low for now.
But some day…
I’ll find my way back home.
~11/21/21
~Contest: "W" (Weary)
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
You cant satisfy a woman
Trying to satisfy a woman
Everytime is like digging
Your grave by yourself
So quick by your self
Trying to satisfy a woman
Every where is the most
Difficult thing
Yet to be achieved
Trying to satisfy a woman's
Needs all the time
is not possible
as long as she is a woman
Trying to satisfy a woman
Could end you up to
Depression and pains
if you dont have the knowledge
of the nature Of women
Trying to satisfy a woman
Is like trying to dry up the
Deep blue sea
Just do your best
As long as you dont
Change yourself to who
You are not
For the sake of satisfying
Her
The wise once said
No woman no cry
Love her
Care for her
Be her happiness
Be her courage
If you can
And leave the rest
To lie low
the mind of a woman
Is unpredictable
Her heart could easily change
Like a chameleon at times
Depending on the circumstances
at the moment
But despite all
Dont forget for your
Own good that
No matter how long
Or how far
Even how well
you please her
You cant satisfy a woman
The Lord is my provider,
My heart shall not decide.
Though the world declares me an outsider,
In my Lord, I shall not deride.
As I am cast to lie low on the dust,
Still the sun wakes to feed the earth.
He love us all-who else could I trust?
He made me-who else could know my worth?
My soul shall revere the Lord,
For only He is Good and Merciful.
Even though the world treats me in its accord,
I will fear not for the Lord is the most powerful.
And even though afflicted I am,
I pray you strengthen me Lord, to make it through,
And if it is my faith you want to exam,
I praise You Lord, for my faith is your due.
Form:
This is the time, here below
Days, and months passing with losses
We stayed alert and lie low
Until the deadly virus passes.
Try as best we can,
not to let the agony of self- doubt
Entered our heart all threaten
anxieties we brought.
And hide in a hesitant fight
If the risk remains alive.
time will come to discover light
before death we must strive.
This time, we shall not all die,
some live and declare life is assured
after we grown after we sigh after we cry
for history to fine where we had lived.
In a space between time
We struggled to make ends meet
Living each day on fresh promises
Where the atmosphere was kind