Long Light Poems
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False promises, you spoke to me only half lies,
Because I still believe in the love inside,
If only for that moment, I still cherish,
When the anger and pain disappear and perish,
The worth in it proves more, even when the pain is fresh in my mind,
For as long as the sun still rises, there is more love to find,
Everyday is a struggle, yet loves chance is worth taking,
The future unknown, yet God's provisions in the making,
The plan so precise my small mind cannot comprehend,
Love still picks me up, and carries my heart till the end,
So false promises, my eyes can see,
The love was very real, but could not be,
Each step furthering us when we allow it to,
We are more in control than we thought we knew,
Not a moment too late, or a moment too soon,
At just the right time, love brings us back to the truth,
The worth in seeing the depth of the heart,
Bringing us back to the love we had from the start.
Her words were soft like a summer breeze
with thought as gentle as the wind
Printed or spoken to put the mind at ease
Emoting deep feelings from within
With love as her quest she sojourns through rhyme
Telling wondrous tales passionately placed in time
As you read her thoughts on the printed page
The wisdom of lost love
Gentle passionate rage
You feel all the hurt
and bask in the warmth of her smile
She invites the curious hearted to stay awhile
Caught up in the rapture of loves soft melody
You let yourself go easy and drift most gracefully
Easing through the fires of loves raging embrace
She dances with your inner soul
To a warm and caring place
With sweet poetic reason
She will slowly reel you in
With a smile warmed by the season
For true love to begin
There is no fear of leaving
True loving hearts they will stay
The lady of poetic reason
Her words will show the way
The father who loses a son
The lover left all but alone
The child who loses a dog
The clown who loses his nose
The day grandpa fades into the past
The night when the house is no longer there
The lady of the evening anticipating
No one in her boudoir, silence screaming
The season when all the flowers die
The time when war drums beat
My brother who drowned in the sea
His passing became my very own misery
The blind man with no visions
Scavenging for the eyes of the cow
The clouds that made the rain
The villages washed away in pain
The invisible and the black plaques
Humanity in numbers falling prey
The lovely lady in red
Murdered for her diamond ring
The bride to be, in all her glory
Heartbeat stolen in a medical robbery
The singer in the opera
Her tongue cut, cultural slaughter
Teenage lovers, in lustful love
Driving drunk to their graves
The high school queen on display
Later Shivering and no teeth, no graceful ways
The timeless horrors of age
That shall capture the balance of us happy souls
Lest we forget the dead born
Losing the chance to shed even one tear
Strangers all, I promise we shall meet
The final boarding call, the graveyard is terminal C
When you stare into a stranger’s eye
Remember these wistful ponderings
We all have suffered loss and pain
The smile and compassion you offer to all
Never shall this be in vain
Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Poster girl of the radical Right!
Love to have you to myself one night!
We could nosh on bagles and cream cheese
As you dutifully serve me on your knees
As we listen to some Right Wing Blues;
Dream of those "perfected" Jews.
As well the Liberal view of life deride.
Meanwhile, I'd fit you with a tail,
'Fore I your Right Wing gods assail.
Then tether you to some dead reef,
A copy of the "Blade" between your teeth
To act as bit to stay your speech
Of tyrannical goals just out of reach;
You'd become my little Fascist Filly,
To serve a Liberal, willy-nilly.
Your masters lost the public trust -
In vain your uninspiring bust!
Your dreary power base is waning
Even as you sit there yet profaning
All the saner sentiments
To satisfy your malcontent.
So: Find a cliff, and Happy Landings!
Or become the Piece that Passeth Understanding.
On a lovely day brake
I was driving car towards the office
Absolutely absent mind
Non stop working hours
Force me to turn on music.
Suddenly I listened
The strange awkward sound
Driver of tractor was blowing horn
Fast and irregular way
That made me nervous.
But what I wanted to watch
To make anybody happy
A little innocent careless puppy
Was enjoying his day brake
On the right middle of that road.
Tractor's driver was blowing horn
Again and again to wake him sleep
Neither responded nor moved
Perhaps the happiest moment
He was enjoying there himself.
The driver stopped the tractor in anger
Got off from his seat
To make me nervous
Beyond my doubts he lifted it up
Stroked hand on his back
Make both them happy and relax.
Do love and have love
A true gentlemen's aim for life
Our eyes stopped at each other
Export- import of smiles to say thanks
Dealing of smiling is good for goodness.
Your avant-garde home fills a crucial niche
ensures the perpetuation of outrageous kitsch
The painting on the wall entitled 'Insemination'
keeps this admirer on the brink of regurgitation
That chlorophyll-fish oil drink your butler foisted on me
helps me every fifteen minutes or so to pee
As for your 'petrified out-of-water deep sea plants'
Don't look now; they're on fire with carpenter ants
Then there's your 'mahvelous' retro pet rock collection
pinched, no doubt, from the local House of Corrections
I must confess that your house is, indeed, quite impressive
~ considering that your compulsions are beyond obsessive
what can i do
to bring you nearer
is it as simple as a red rose
or as hard as crying real tears
so many things i do go unread
and the loving part of your soul
goes unfed
but in my daily tribute to you
some things i do
just because i love you
dreaming of you may not be much
but in my dreams my magic
is your touch
the hug and kiss you give
they're the things that make me live
and in my prayers just to live
for another day
you are the cause
and the reason i pray
when i rise and go to work
there is no toil or going berserk
during my day i think of you
and before i know it my day is through
everyday that i come home
i thank the Lord that you are home
you may not hear my silent prayer
but believe me dearest they are there
my pockets maybe empty
and my hair might be uncombed
but believe in me darling
and i'll never leave you alone
my love for you might go unseen
but believe me when i say
you are my everything
Dark green is my jealousy, red is my love
Purple is for righteous anger
And that from heaven above.
Blue is my humour side
But it is really quite pale.
Brown is for misery,
But we don’t want to hear that tale...
Golden is my namesake
For that I am not to blame
It was my burnt golden coloured car
Parked in a shady lane.
Yellow is for happiness, and time to get in the sun
White is for the soothing lotion, when I find I've burnt my bum.
Black is for the night- time, and I see a lot of it
Mid green is for the grass and the foxes poo that's on it.
Orange is for laughter, well I mean it’s got to be
Anyone seen wearing orange is up for a laugh sure-ly.
Brown apart from being fox poo, is a soothing colour
Grey is so dreary, you couldn’t get much duller.
Then we get into all those names that no one can spell or remember
Taupe and mauves and stranger ones, of that club I’m not a member.
Pinks are for baby girls all rosy and perfection
Boys are in the blue tones, there is quite a selection.
But for me the best colour is the green that shines so bright
In the eyes of my lover, of whom I dream at night
He walked in fear for a number of years,
But God pulled back the veil so he could see clear
He opened his heart and allowed him to see
The truth in this beauty only God could bring,
His heart pounded wildly as he opened the door,
It took every ounce of his courage to walk in to see more,
But as he walked into the room to his surprise,
The fear diminished and love filled his eyes,
What he thought was so scary wasn't scary at all,
It was actually the most beautiful love he had ever saw,
What kept him for so long he couldn't believe,
All it took for him was to walk in and allow his heart to breathe.
When everything becomes quiet and your heart can breathe,
You realize how much more important it is to just sit with me,
That everything else is moving at a faster pace now,
And distractions are on purpose all around,
To keep your heart from progressing and remaining focused,
To keep your mind busy but you will see through this,
As you remain more in hiding to get that time,
People will label you as unsocial but just remember that you are mine,
You will find your balance in this unbalanced world,
And my words will speak to your heart while the world will be blurred,
And just know that what is done in private means so much more,
My spirit will hold you, your in the arms of the Lord.