Long Line Poems
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You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.
Minds poisoned by academy,
actually believe there is ‘hate speech,’
know nothing of being free,
taught to hate all who disagree.
media out, twisting your mind,
gaslight you to hate all kinds
who deviate from their line,
propaganda of the worst kind.
You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.
Are you even American?
don’t think you can be again,
certainly none can call you friend,
you don’t belong amongst men,
not when you were cheering this
online, happy for the hit,
his children saw it, you dumb sh-t!
Are you still human? I doubt it.
You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.
We know this evil will persist,
God warmed of demons like this,
but I don’t want to coexist
with damned murder-happy leftists.
Now I’ll assume, when I see one,
he’d kill me if he had a gun,
but the tipping pint had come,
and what they’ve loosed can’t be undone.
You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.
Happy Birthday Mary Duhart
Enjoy a great day from the start
Celebrate your day on the go
Upon reaching the Big Five 0
As you blow out all the candles
Raise you hands and shake your bangles
This is your day to make a show
Upon reaching the Big Five 0
Family and friends by your side
Bright smiling faces all in stride
To the heavens praises shall go
Upon reaching the Big Five 0
Happy Birthday Mary Duhart
Upon reaching the Big Five 0
© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved
The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain and a non-rhyming
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each
stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables.
At the edge of twilight, where logic fades,
and the labyrinthine corridors of thought stretch endlessly,
I find myself wandering on the shoreless sea of imagination,
where poetry breaks the chains of reason,
and everything is equally possible and impossible.
In this boundless realm, I sculpt my verses from dreams,
each line a thread spun from the depths of the subconscious,
where fantastic waves caress the sands of reality,
erasing the boundaries between what is and what could be.
Here, I conjure castles in the air,
each tower a testament to the freedom of the mind,
unfettered by the constraints of logic.
The relentless waves of imagination
wash over my creations, shaping them
into ever-changing forms of wonder and melancholy.
In the silent solitude of this mental expanse,
I wander through fields of metaphors,
where thoughts bloom like ethereal flowers,
their petals whispering secrets of the unseen.
Each step I take unveils a new story,
a tapestry woven from the threads of possibility,
where every path leads to a different horizon.
In this dance of words and visions,
philosophy becomes an art of unraveling,
shattering the continuity of argument,
and guiding the soul towards the edge of the infinite.
Here, in the twilight between thought and dream,
I find a sanctuary where the heart speaks its truth,
unbounded by the limits of reason.
I dream of a future painted in shades of joy and sorrow,
where the ephemeral nature of happiness
is both a gift and a curse,
a fleeting moment captured in the lines of a poem.
In the deepest corners of my longing,
I seek a partner in this journey,
a soul steadfast and true,
but the cruel irony of fate decrees that this search
is a path I must walk alone.
My heart, fractured by the weight of this truth,
seeks solace in the quiet of resignation,
promising that somewhere, happiness awaits.
And in this endless sea of imagination,
I find a strange comfort,
knowing that in the realm of the fantastic,
everything is equally possible and impossible.
Thus, I stand at the threshold of the infinite,
a poet adrift on the waves of creativity,
my verses a testament to the boundless possibilities
that lie beyond the shores of logic,
a reminder that in the world of poetry,
the magic of melancholy flows like a river,
carrying us to places where dreams and reality intertwine.
how one knows...
that love is true;
so real.
it's in the eyes;
written in a smile,
in a kiss
so soft
and tender.
heard in
words spoken;
deeply felt
in a tight embrace it;
revealing itself in
a...
gentle touch... that's love!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly.
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 09/20/2021
2026.03.31
End of March, I applied to study a program,
At the RMIT city campus Victoria Melbourne.
Learning a numeracy, professional and administration course.
I planned to get the certificate IV,
So, I could help the people more.
How long did it take me all,
To complete the entire enrolment's procedures.
No where near under four weeks period.
What went so terrible wrong with it?
How come it take far too long.
First, the staff of Study at RMIT,
They applied for me a wrong course.
I must speak the Auslan language first,
Before learning their signs language of interpreting.
Went back to them through another hurdle.
Was there avaibility to do part time?
Study face to face or on line?
Finally, I was sent to VE Student Connect.
Back and forth with tiredsomely and exhaustedly.
What a gruelsome journey before attending classes.
Hold one horse, I have not finished,
Made attempts to complete the LLN tests.
How many times over how many days?
Loss count. Half a dozen? May be.
While all that happening, guessed what next.
Potential duplicate of the student identification numbers.
One in 1984, another a decade later.
That put a hold on a week,
For the Administration to thoroughly check.
What a rough interesting journey so far.
End of April, I decided to enrol.
Mind me, I had to do it,
With the assistances from the Student Connect.
Then back to VE Connect building 94,
To select the classes for 1st semester.
With all that how exhausted I was.
Really? Iambic Pentameter.
Oh well, this is where you really put your foot in it. No! Not your mouth!
Not the hokey kokey either, although its a little like that. More like a builder's
measurements. Iambic pentameter's measurements are five feet long, per line that is.
Of what is this 'foot' you ask? I contain myself, I do not give you the boot anywhere.
It's a fair question. This particular 'foot' measures two syllables. And, yes you're already there – so an iambic pentameter line consists of 10 syllables.
Now we get to the heart of the form. The Iam bit. This Iam gives the rhythm or heartbeat to the poem. It is like a two beat dance. First beat of the duo syllable is light, unstressed and the second is heavier or stressed. So placed to create a natural cadence that echo's our own hearts. This is why the form is mainly used for emotional subjects. There we have the iambic pentameter form.
Your heart doth drip its aqua tears my knight
Let service be your key, pray not for me
Serve I must in another court this day
All so soon I glimpse its citrine soft light
Let your grief tend our summer hallowed tree
Look for me in still pools sanctioned by fae.
Written 3 August for Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
Reads like Music – Haibun – look Poetry Contest
Come Out of Her, My People
"Come out of her, my people," the Saviour gently calls,
Before the final trumpet sounds, and Babylon surely falls.
His love is strong and steadfast, relentless, deep, and true;
He longs to save His children and make all things anew.
Though many have departed, yet Babylon remains
Within the hearts of loved ones, held captive by its chains.
The world and church grow similar, the line is growing dim;
God calls us to be holy, reflecting only Him.
A judgment day is coming when every deed is known;
Each soul shall stand before the King upon His glorious throne.
No soothing words can save us while hidden sins remain;
Repentance brings forgiveness and cleansing from all stains.
God's faithful have been tested through suffering and strife;
Some gave their very witness, surrendering their life.
Like Stephen, full of courage, who gazed beyond the pain,
He saw his risen Saviour and counted all as gain.
Though prisons may await us, though rulers may condemn,
Our hearts must still be anchored in Christ and trust in Him.
For Jesus walks beside us through every fiery flame,
And those who stand with courage bring honor to His name.
Where sin has grown abundant, God's grace exceeds it still;
His mercy flows forever to every seeking will.
His body, bruised and broken, His blood poured out in love,
Has opened wide the pathway to heaven's home above.
The Holy Spirit leads us in every path of light,
Transforming hearts to walk in truth and right.
If we confess our failures, He washes every stain;
He makes us new creations, forever to remain.
So heed the Saviour’s pleading before the day is done;
Choose Christ, the risen Lamb of God, His honorable and faithful Son.
"Come out of her, my people," let every heart rejoice;
For life, and hope, and victory are found in Christ alone.
THE ARROW & THE CROSS
When the 2 World's Collide
O'LORD, 7:13 will make them Divide
One with an ARROW and the other with a CROSS
If they choose not to follow than that is their huge loss
TIMES are Changing and so is TIME
TIC, TIC, TICKETY, TOC
Sanity meets Madness please make it stop
London Bridge has Fallen and so has Her Clock
The Past, Present and Future is Blending All together
The ARCHITECT is Building something New maybe it will LAST FOREVER
The POWERS that Be this is something to Treasure
The LORD Above is Descending downward like a DOVE
Spreading LOVE and JUDGEMENT like the Number 9
Time for 7:13 to Divide the Line
All of The KINGS ??Horses & Chariots carefully flew through All of the FIRE
Letting them All know that The ALPHA & OMEGA is much, much HIGHER.
MazelTov, AMEN.
15 Jan. 2025
By: Xanthe LaDale Smith
The grumpy wind cries through bottle glass and bone,
Grain silos whine like widows at the gate,
Each sunrise shows up but exits the dongas alone.
The main street sighs,its colors ages out of date,
A dronkie in overall insults the deserted mine,
His guffaws crack,deranged,underneath the weight.
The spaza still sells nyaope and wine
And phantoms line where concertinas used to play,
Their sounds of tiekie draai to hosannas of turpentine
Youngsters pursue tyres that stagger,then spin away,
Grime hides their glee,fields no longer yield,
Old topies sit like statues at close of day.
You comprehend-beyond the rot,
The shattered shield,
A determined ditty reverberates tenderly through pain
Seated in yoga position
As cool instruments play
Driving negative vibration
While solemnly I pray
Yoga relaxes mind
Setting my cares behind
My best way to unwind
Closed eyes meastra
Seated in yoga
Dec. 11,2022 6.10pm
Longa in English means a musical note with a time value equal to two or three double whole notes: In modern notation, a longa is usually represented as semibreves tied across two measures.
I might change “in longa” to maestra in the future for a teacher who is always tired, lol.
Quietus
Created by” Unseeking Seeker,” consisting of one quatrain (syllable count 8-6-8-6 with a rhyme of abab ), one tercet (syllable count 6-6-6 with a rhyme scheme of ccc ), and one refrain with a rhyme scheme of (dd), made from a line of words from line one, how many words is your choice. The refrain is the title.
PS Syllable Counter
Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 6 6 6 0 5 5
Total # Syllables: 56
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)