Long Limb Poems
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A sadness flows through my veins
each time my heart-beats
I see a world no one else sees
never to again feel the quiet dimensions of love
I feel I have become the last sand to arrive on the shore
I am the black empty sky, no stars fill
the final lonely bird sitting on a bare limb
as all its leaves have fallen, to be blown away
I AM...I CRY
there except for every shade of shadow, go I
as I walk in the midst of the mist, never understanding
trying to find what I know will never be found
I'm lost in moments that pass so quickly
they are forgotten before realized
I turn and spin as I rotate to see nothing
I've lost control of something that never was
this illusion to the eyes of my soul has passed
and became rippled reflections
spreading out from the center of my heart
where nothing exists now but deep roots of sadness
growing ever deeper
stretching across my blue world
where my love was uninvited
where I wish it had never been born
where I lay alone and brokenhearted
10/28/21
In this darkness I fall…will you catch me?
Fear over takes me…surrounded by despair…
I am torn limb from limb… your face haunts me…
In the absence of noise there is only my heart beating… so fast...
I am truly afraid- so full of fear…
My body involuntary trembles…
I seek light…but there is none…
Panic overcomes me and I am a statue of stone…
I am truly afraid- so full of fear…
Wrapped in the embrace of evil consumes me…
Is there a chance of slight escape?
When I am pulled deep within the hollows of terror…
I weep and wallow, I shiver still…
I am truly afraid- so full of fear…
For the contest "Death Shadow"
Meg Anderson
11-16-14
Astonishing power poised,
For the creature on the hilltop.
A sublime...robust arm reaches,
To a feebly...outstretched drooping limb.
A curve of force,
Outlines the arrival of God...as a cloud.
Opposed to the weary expressions of life,
And human lassitude of dust.
A lifeless hand rests on a youthful knee,
The body bent by its own weight,
The head and neck sunken within the shoulders,
A child-like face awaits glorious manifestation.
Upon the shoulders of the Cherubs,
The Creator grows nearer.
His fingertip extends a bit further.
Within an inch from one another,
The life-giving hand descends.
To the recumbent body of Man:
Mortal flesh...awakened by the divine breath.
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Inspired by The Creation of Man/Adam
By Michelangelo
what will tomorrow bring
if today brought so much sorrow
that always has me wondering
do i even want to see tomorrow
im tired of all the disappointments
im tired of all the problems we face
im tired of all the unemployment
im tired of all the disgrace
we make no sort of sacrifice
in making everyday a better day
yet we pray for a better life
but we refuse to change our ways
we do have all the power
to bring about a change
yea the choice is ours
we who bares the shame
we can see a brother lying in the street
lookin as if he's about to die
when all he ask for was something to eat
yet we still pass him by
too busy to go out you way
or to go out on a limb
probly worried about someone would say
if they saw you helping him
and those of us too busy living our life
that we cant even give our children a hug
or offer a gentle word of advice
and wonder why they're strung out on drugs
then the fact that we put our trust in people
that tends to lead us astray
doing anything they can and calling it legal
and pushing us to go that way
and that's a few examples of our problems today
yet we hope for a change
but as long as we continue to live this way
then we only have ourselves to blame
Football is a brutal sport
It's boxing without pads
Bone-jarring collisions rattle the head
Collect too many, and you'll be dead
It also takes its toll on the knees
Scar tissue, arthritis ~ Wheelchair, pretty please
Not to mention the damage it does to the spine
Which becomes a human shock-absorber at game-time
Of course there are all those famous Chicago Bears players
THOSE LEGENDARY 'MONSTERS OF THE MIDWAY:'
'Coach' Mike Ditka waddles around on two dysfuntional hips
All-Star Dick Butkus' shattered knees plant curses on his lips
And the 'Punky Q-B,' Super Bowl winner, Jim McMahon
Has helmet-bumped his way into the 'I'm-now-a-vegetable-can
Not to forget Dave Duerson: He entered Pro Football's Hall of Shame
When he took his own life, 'cos he couldn't remember his name
But I'm a tough guy, a man's man, and here's what I say:
If I have to sacrifice life or limb, let it not be for a football play
~ Let it be to defend my country, the USA!
“Say uncle! Give up!” my older brother said
As he wrestled me to the floor.
No, keep at it until I got him down,
but soon Mom was at the door.
“You two at it again?” she pled
Oh, but I wanted to hold a limb
But his was five years stronger
I could hold on no longer.
Then the humility came.
He won this game.
The competitions were fun
But it seemed I never won.
What it did give me was courage
Though I hated it like porridge
Cold, left over...like dying.
He would never catch me crying!
Are you afraid of loosing,
Or of a sickness with sores oozing?
Can you loose with grace,
Seeing pride as your opponent’s face?
Are you afraid of demons or spirits
Or can you resist until all submits?
To the name of Jesus you wield
Thankfully to Him we yield.
It’s not just a game.
For us He came,
To teach us in real life
In all battles and in all strife,
That we can rejoice and win
If we keep our peace and love within,
We can even help others be free,
To never give up until eternity.
MAUDE
Her red plump lips doth tease releasing mood,
And glasses squeeze the shark-like eyes of Maude.
My tippy-toes reach her tall tattooed knees.
Maude’s eyes slide down Her beak-like nose.
She shakes aluminum-like paper pad,
“Why poet,” she sneers, “are these your quaint words?”
“Um and uh,” doth depart my liver lips,
“I…and…,” I nervously stammer reply.
She throws back her enormous head and laughs.
She bends those tattooed knees, and pats my hair,
“Oh poet, little friend,” she deigns with smirk,
“Those words are quite your size,” stands straight back up.
I mar the makeup on the trellis limb.
Thus composed I will “face to face” this alp.
“Outrageous!” I begin, “Now face your sin.
A prideful chest of pious smirks, you have,”
But in the end I’ll win. I’ll work for words.”
Maude dare not speak. My eyes pierce hers. They’re fierce.
So close to me, she trembles, says, “Sorry…
You’ve got the job.” With sunken chest Maude quits.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited
Admittance or forced proximity
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
IN THE GRASS
Down the slope of verdant valley
Jubilant cowgirl runs to descend
through course rough grasses carefully
to meet cowboy: Her dearest friend.
In grassy field busy cowboy.
Crazy cowgirl laughing aloud.
Cowboy roaming running in joy,
chasing grazing cattle in crowd.
Pastoral field full of wild weeds.
Yellow blooms on feral grasses.
Birds hopping, picking, eating seeds.
Through thorny bush cowgirl rushes.
Cowboy wearing green hat of grass.
Cowgirl with crown of marigold.
Cowboy collecting grass in mass,
tied bundle with twigs to hold.
Lovely pair shepherd-shepherdess
feeling lively in every limb
rolling under grasses’ caress,
dreaming desires up to full brim.
Two youngsters in free frolic mood.
Lying supine on grass, sky above.
Noon-Sun showers rays in plenitude.
Wobbling hearts feel hesitant love.
Johnny walked the countryside, sowing apple seeds
A healthy fruit, doctors say everyone has daily needs
He succeeded in his mission across America's frontier
Along his chosen path, apple trees would soon appear
From early September until Autumn days of October
these are known to be the best days for apple picking
It's considered to be the peak of harvesting season
before they all become over ripe. The clock is ticking
At the beginning of Fall, brisk breezes begin to blow
Leaf colors start to change and in the air there's a chill
That's the time to visit orchards with baskets and crates
Be sure to bring lots of containers so you can get your fill
Make it a fun family outing that seems like an adventure
It'd be a fantastic idea not to leave your children at home
because they'd be handy to pick good ones off the ground
Maybe juicy Fujis, Granny Smiths, or the beauteous Rome
Start by finding a tree whose branches are heavy with fruit
weighed down and laden with a crop that'll be delicious.
Very gently, twist the stems from the limb with your wrist
It's a worthwhile task to collect food that's so nutritious
Don't forget to bring a ladder for those that are hard to reach
Careful not to bruise them so they'll be in good shape to eat
Bake them in a tasty pie, crisp, cobbler or an apple strudel
or dip them in caramel coating for a yummy Halloween treat