Long Lightings Poems
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It rained and poured heavily as never before
Washing away hills,downs and the plain;
Sure it was a commited lofty drain
To revive the struggling, straggling live galore;
Lightings thunder like pretentious promoters
Heckled over the ravage and disorder
Off and beyond all stay and border;
Nothing but just Water : muddy ripples and floaters
Strange it is the serene freshness and poise
Follows all such mockery excess and ablution
The essence of being is contained within evolution
While all human play and way fills noise
And only sound and fury to conclude
In hallow vain , absurd and futile a feud.
I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown.
Riding a train to class and eating bread brown.
I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland.
Jackets and hats close to the September end.
Home ought to be recalled with love and pride.
Akin street tag and rendezvous by the creekside.
My hometown has bleak fame for being notorious.
Despite adversity, the town remains victorious.
I used to opine life was only in this town.
It had whatever I wanted, so I didn't frown.
Driving around town and browsing the shops.
I believe it wouldn't pass higher than these flops.
On our reunion day, happiness was in the air.
The moonlit the path with a clear peep stare.
I chose to put a down payment on a house.
Since I've broken all its walls, as a little mouse.
Fulfilling the wishes of the wealthy with trust
And solving the plight of those in need is a must.
Embracing all guests, even if they show hesitance
I would be halcyon to call this town my residence.
No city can ever be completely tamed.
Heavy fog soothed scars that were pride-inflamed.
With an elfin town road lightings warm glow.
What city has such dazzling neon flow?
Clearing the dust and recalling the memory.
How lucky we are to live in this pedigree.
One way to relax and forget the planet
Is in embracing your hometown gamut.
Every page of life is ripped out as a book.
Life doesn't repeat, so cherish each brook.
You will thank yourself later for your sacrifice.
Strive at sprinting to meet your own suffice!
As I drive across town, I notice it is shrinking.
I imagine seeing most with others, I'm thinking.
The grass may not be as green as it once got
But those souvenirs were the best; I never forgot.
Written: May 18, 2023
If Your Birthplace-Country Was A Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Cancerville
Cancer is completely indifferent to 5K beat cancer runs
and pink fight cancer ribbons and fervent prayers and
candle lightings and novenas and incense and myrrh.
Cancer has no hate or love for us. We're their Earth.
Chemo wasn't a walk in the park nor walking on hot coals.
"good days and bad". It was managed. The "cure" is ironic.
Bring the patient near death. Kill the cells, good and bad.
Let the body recover and scan to look for dead tumors. :-)
In Cancerville we all have ports to pump us with chemo.
Pour in the heavy metals and Mustard gas derivatives.
We all puke and **** accidentally. Think of your worst
hangover times 10. Oddly we want to continue to live on.
Time crawls at a snail's pace in Cancerville; wait and despair.
MRI's and Scans and blood work. Expecting the worst always!
Cancerville is a casino where you can only bet your life.
It's a game of chance in Cancerville. Bets against the house.
Well, The National Loonies League is on the prowl again this year,
Merrily chipping away at the Christmas traditions we hold dear.
Seems to me they could find something more productive to pursue,
And let others celebrate Christmastide as they choose to do!
I recall Christmas Tree Lightings on the village square.
Good heavens! Even a Nativity Scene was on display there!
Happy faces were all aglow as they joined in joyous carol.
Today, horrified loonies claim such things subject us to peril!
I recall when the term "Merry Christmas" didn't cause offense.
Nowadays, they claim this cheery greeting makes little sense!
Even Santa's "Ho, Ho, Ho" is deemed politically incorrect today.
Alas, even religions squabble over the proper symbols to display!
Are we going to stand by while they mount their bold assault?
Or speak up and bring such trumpery to a screeching halt!
Christmas Day is set apart to herald a King's Holy Birth,
A time for reflection, sharing, fellowship, love and mirth!
Loonies are free to observe whatever it is they commemorate.
It's none of their business how others choose to celebrate!
They may celebrate the winter solstice are whatever is their proclivity,
But as for me and my house - we'll celebrate the Nativity!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colorfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
Whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven to Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease.
Merry ditties echo from every street
Children sing Christmas carols sweet
From angelic band, rises the lovely refrain-
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to men"
Behold his radiant face in the stillness of night
Of a babe born to illumine the world in light
Nov.20. 2022
That "first glance" is which I will never forget in my life.
It was the first meet whence those attracting
attaching amusing eyes locked mine.
Stealthily hypnotized and made me fall
captivated to his smiling striking swallowing eyes,
stole my heart generously and shielded me inside.
Gradually progressing & processing with
distinguished peachy romanticism:
sighting,nurturing,nourishing,
provisioning,kissing,hugging,
punching,tweaking,fighting,
patting with lightings...love endures enormously.
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly
demanding immeasurable unite.
12-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest.
Note:*I will never forget..poetry contest*
Sponsored by Silent One
I dream of a street I once resided on
An old dwelling, with galvanize fencing
A main street, with poor street lightings
I wake longing to be back there,
I remember the country, but not the heartaches,
Where I use to live and where am I now
Its poetry, it a google map, it history,
How did i get from there to here?
Once again it poetry, it was a drastic move
How i comes and goes in my dream of being there
Not the dwelling, not the whispering of the trees,
Nor the shortage of water, but the freedom of being me..
“Freedom is doing a job that I love. Not because I have to do it, but because I love doing it.” Quote
I just finish watching another Netflix movie.. About families
Unauthorized living: some of the plots could have been better
But, I enjoy the main characters, in comparisons to mine
Daniel was funny, too rich to be happy, too stupid to know how to live
He gives his bodyguards two thousand dollars just to see who cock was bigger,
To stupid to know how to live
Too rich to be happy:
A character like him needs to live on my street,
In that dwelling on the main street, without his daddy’s billions:
Being rich doesn’t stop one from being a whore,
Those sisters proven that in the movie:
A man will always be a dog, with his sniffing,
With my findings, Beautiful women suffers
more than ugly women do..
once in a while allow your mind to take you home
a place where you felt safe. During these ugly times:
Qualities possessed Heaven blessed having Beauty gives great pleasure from the father spoke in agape let the beauty of the Lord Our God be upon us
Satisfaction to see here and think about delighted the lightings the senses in mind brings beautiful witness this blessedness let the beauty of the Lord Our God be upon us
And when is rainbow shines in the skies
Above the altitude the trees so it shines excellent of its kind things and people collectively extraordinary let the beauty of the Lord Our God be upon us
So he speaks it so so he speaks everything he creates is wonderfully and beautifully made speak Life spoken life creator with everything that had breath praise him and through it all let the beauty of the Lord Our God be upon us always
7/6/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Flowers were snoring with sweet dreams,
When the Sun's fingers woke them up;
A symphony of birds-chorus,
Like a concert, seemed to thrill up...
Amidst summer's severe staring,
Rain opened his tap so softly;
A Ray-gleam joyously wetting…
The breeze seemed to wipe her gently...
Storm's wretched hand at such juncture,
Snatched the small sachets of roses;
Leaving the sunshine and shower,
Lay cuddling into bird's nestles...
Thunder smashed the sky; lightings laughed;
Bamboos kissed and the flutes giggled;
Weddings of clouds and vapors blessed;
Heat flew fear-filled, dreams unfulfilled.
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O Nature! Play this 'hide-and-seek',
With my soul when she's sorrowful;
That she might reach joy's highest peak,
And dwell there, forever, blissful...
“Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy”
(Psalms 98:8)
23 May 2021
Personification Poem 150 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose