Long Life experience Poems
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Time
Age to age, years to years, so speedy the time
Old memories, faces, oh I can not remember the people
I can not remember my life, past all memories
I don’t know where come from this
This painful memoir
Age to age, years to years, so quick the time
Disappeared stories, experiences, pains, happiness
My mind was elsewhere then. And my heart dreamed
I wanted to be rich and successful
Music lover music man, or businessman
Youth, adolescence, cloudless poor life’s desires
Joys, desires, hopes, waited and believed imagined loves
Disappointments, shattered dreams, realism of life
Gone years grey hear life experience is time in life
Music of pain, suffering of paint
Past memoir
Dead time
Love of distance, it's fine for me,
Nobody touches and you can’t sense me,
But I don’t need you
Yes, the sadness of my life experience is my stone tears,
my soul became callous, forget me,
I don’t need you,
My new life will be a new milieu,
Milli is She, Milli She, a new atmosphere,
Living there She
- I don’t need you
I am looking for her, I will get her,
Wherever she lives now, I will find her
I am walking on my way, in my shoes,
Created by you, my life of adventure takes me far
I am already magnetized by her.
Attract, pull, she wants to get me on her,
and again. Convulsion. I am suffering
I just watched her
I just watched her
She found me, and just watching,
Her mysterious projection is an intellectual cloud, killing me
Oh, but she is so far away, she is a nightmarish lady,
and watching me through an invisible wall.
What does she want? I don’t understand.
My beer asks, what do you want from her?
...
Do you really mean it? Stupid! You are a man!
She won't be looking for you!
Never!
Hmm
Man’s fate
Am I inferior?
I joined the Brownies when I was seven
Oh what fun I was in seventh heaven
Having fun and making new friends
But in the Brownies my life almost ends
We were doing badges - this particular one was for swimming
I wasn’t a strong swimmer and was having lessons
We sat on edge of the baths in our costumes and hats
Then we had to swim along the side of the middle of the pool
To gain our badge we had to swim a width all the way across
I’d only ever swum in the shallow end before
But everyone else was swimming across…
So I started off… got halfway across…
And then I got into trouble
Began to go under the water…
Down
Down
Down
I sank to the bottom of the pool
Two men dived in to save me
My parents were frantic
They had been watching me ‘swim’
And were sitting upstairs on the balcony
Unfolding before their very eyes
Was their worse nightmare
Thankfully these two men saved my life
All I can remember was being rather ill at the side of the pool
As the water came gushing out of me
One memory I have is of being given chocolate buttons to eat on the way home
AND
I was awarded by Brownie badge – guess it was out of guilt
I never did complete that width.
Now I am scared of deep water
If anyone asks me if I can swim…
I say ‘yes’… like a stone!
11~02~14
Contest: Near Death Or Near Life Experience
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
“no doing to be done, save undoing
erasing all our past conditioning“
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Born free, in the void of inner silence
Understanding intuitively, truth
Birthing ego for life experience
Blocked is the light, by our own hand forsooth
Lament not, oh hermit, for we are free
Ignite within the heart, the lamp of love
Negating nothing, in our joyful spree
Gods grace present both within and above
Joy, empathy, purity, compassion
Open heart reflects without cessation
Yielding within, throb of bliss elation
(syllabic Acrostic rhyme)
17-December-2020
It's easier,
To believe darkness is external,
Outside our eyes.
God placed it,
Within the kindness of us,
Ignorance and gluttony in disguise.
The facade,
Part of it was...
Believing it was outside of us.
Endless purpose,
Permanently lost in turbulence,
Escapism and Lust.
Topics in a pipeline,
Darkness keeping us busy,
Easier to judge the over there.
City to city,
Plains and through the mountains,
A tether between our hearts we share.
Fusion between layers
Dimensions colliding alongside life experience,
Moving forward while feeling like losing.
Billions of mirrors,
Whether a fraction only,
Incomprehensible potential for lessons of the choosing.
In that moment before we're about to touch another life
when deciding whether to be cruel… or kind
here a little something we need to keep in mind…
Think of all we both will gain
when it’s kindness we are choosing
Or…
when it comes to selecting cruelty,
think of all we’ll both be losing.
If there is one lesson our life experience has taught
when we think we’re only touching one life…
there’s a good chance…we are not…
Because when we touch one life…we never really know
how far the ripples of our kindness
or our cruelty will go…
So, in that moment before we’re about to touch another life
whether it is kindness or cruelty we clutch
may we take that moment and think of all the other lives
our kindness or our cruelty may touch.
More hours spent speaking with him than anyone else
Needing good advice and wisdom, - he offers a wealth
Paths crossed first, at thirteen, he was dating my mother
Subsequent twenty five years see friendship as no other
My father had dissolved overseas, no influence on my life
'Uncle' John took daunting job of teaching me how to drive
His honest recount of his younger life, experience of LSD
Described the risk and tumult I assessed was not for me
As an adult, through burgeoning occurrences, able to listen
To current worries, angst Uncle John feels, give my wisdom
Throughout my pregnancy with Opal, discarded by her Dad
John, my dear crutch, shared my woes, truest support I had
Eight years later, gladly we remain empathetic companions
Phone calls compile moreish hours, kin without comparison
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : From The Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
- Judged N/A on 28th October 2020
Submitted for Constance La France
N/A Contest for October
3rd November 2020
I BREATHE
In the beginning, new to this world
I breathe, and probably cry in shock
Then the search for mother’s breast
Some comfort restored, a life to live
And in the spurting growth of youth
I breathe, with a readiness to engage
As challenges appear on the horizon
To trigger that life experience thing
As hard-won maturity slows the pace
I breathe, partly to welcome a pause
Both brain and heart had their time
Lessons learned, when remembered
At the end, now all’s said and done
I breathe, as if finally sensing liberty
No more heavy armour to be worn
And now feel that lightness of spirit
Perspective
We scream up at the heavens, lecturing God on what is fair
When our lives took us one way, when we wanted to be there.
We often look to our surroundings, comparing what we have
When most of those just out of sight, most have less than half
This fight was someone else’s, the pain should have been too
How would we all answer, if not you, then who?
Would we see it any differently if he came down from above?
And showed us all his power and never-ending love
Our eyes can only see so much, our senses much the same
So much is learned in darkness but it’s not the endgame
Take that box of pieces, shake them really well
Scattered individually, the pictures impossible to tell
But like our life experience, as two turn into four
As we are connected, those fragments grow to more.
Each piece has its own purpose its all part of a plan
What exactly I don’t know, I’m also just a man
This I know for certain, most of our limits are lies
Ahead my look like a brick wall, but its paper thin from the skies
Our feelings are our downfall, we believe them to be true
Depression, lies and bitterness are meant only to anchor you
Raise your eyes up just a little, start with just one rung
As you climb a little higher, you’ll see the full reach of the sun
I met her only once,
the lean, mean calypso queen;
not every singer-dancer,
has driven a cable car.
She gave me a firm, handshake,
as if she’d known me forever,
to my very soul
and her light embraced my spirit.
When she spoke,
I devoured her eloquence;
as if it were a,
platter of buttery cheesecake,
floating in, chocolate-raspberry syrup.
I could have listened for hours,
to what poured forth from her
reservoir of wisdom.
Experiencing this tall,
Renaissance phenomenon’s light;
I found new joy.
Some folks just exude, a
huge bubble of spirit-gold.
Hers was gleaned from fields of
life experience,
some desolate; some abundant
and her labors were, pure love.
As the pen channeled her light
onto the front page, of my copy,
that poet-angel of love and light
wished me well.
How I hoped that her light,
would welcome me again, another day,
for I had truly met,
A “Phenomenal Woman”.