Long Locomotion Poems
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My days filled with your inspiration
Anticipating our love vibration
That makes my heart start racing
Chasing our dreams with all this sensation
Of our feelings that have come unmasked
Trying to keep our lives on task
Moving forward not able to really grasp
How our love outlasted
What our hearts are telling us so fast
Knowing, whatever happens, will be a blast
from our feelings attached to the past
Believing they were safe to hide
Testing time farther then we can glide
while we deal with life's emotional ride
Asking the good Lord to carry us to the other side
Trying to deal with our passion we just let slide
With all these emotions stuck on high
Our memories very much Alive
Tucked away so deep inside
That has our thoughts all tied up in knots
Finding loves potion
That puts our hearts into full motion
Giving us both this up close notion
Created from our sincere devotion
Has outlasted many things that have come to pass
Holding onto the love that we won't surpass
Our secrets, we carry so real inside
Taking this locomotion on an amazing ride
That allows our friendship to fly
Up in the sky reflecting on high
When our spirits ignite taking flight
To secure all these moments that have been so right
Might have seemed so far out of sight
What we have been missing night after night
Knowing you are my sunlight
That keeps my world so bright
Making our wait so worth the fight
Keeping us both moving forward upright
With our love that we ignite
Every moment with you so full of light
That carries us into the limelight
Inviting our words we recite
On any given day that just takes us away
Where we can sway like it was yesterday
Making it impossible to just let it all lay
Knowing you are in my heart to stay
Keeping our love in play
I wouldn't have it any other way
I am a creation,
One of God's Nation.
A unique representation,
Of who I am.
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I am imperfect,
Created perfectly,
Through divinity,
Eternally who I am.
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I am light,
Gaining might,
To fight,
For who I am.
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I am doubt,
What's life about?
Choosing the route,
Fitting who I am.
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I am love,
Dreaming of,
Our God above,
Part of who I am.
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I am fear,
Always near,
Never been so clear,
It's hiding who I am.
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I am energy,
Growing inside me,
You just can't see,
All of who I am.
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I am emotion,
A locomotion,
The magic potion,
Unlocking who I am.
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I am Belief,
Bringing relief,
From resistance,
Changing who I am.
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I am enlightened,
Not frightened,
Awareness heightened,
Showing who I am.
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I am peace,
Here to release,
Positive energies
Flowing from Who I am.
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I am the All,
Beyond the wall,
Can you hear me call,
YOU are who I am.
I married Jane sister of Glen
His my best imaginary friend
And now we have a son
When it came to children we wanted only to have one
Anyway, here is a true story of something that happened when he was four
By the way I am not writing about the funnies anymore
My son was playing outside one day
Mmmm I think it was around the middle of May
All of a sudden he came running in soaked and began to cry
So I ran to him and asked him the reason why?
He said he was playing and having imaginary tea
Then this giant came over and, and weeeeed on meeeeeee!!!
“What?” I said
Horns were growing out my head,
My eyes were red
Axe in one hand, baseball bat in the other
Through gritted teeth I say “I’m going to kill this mother.” (No swearing Sid)
Outside, inside I’m soaked through
My son cries out “He got you too.”
Now from all this commotion
My wife comes down stairs, moving like a locomotion
With a blow dryer in one hand and a curling brush in the other
Here came “Don’t you dare mess with my Son’s” mother
Like a woman possessed
Still sporting her night dress
I even saw Satan cower in the corner
But hey, before I could warn her
Out, in, it must have been two seconds at that
She was standing in the kitchen looking like a wet rat
I began to laugh and my son said “IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”
“HE GOT ME, HE GOT YOU AND NOW HE GOT MUMMY”
Then my son got all brave which made me proud
He opens the door and shouted out loud
“PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE YOU BIG RAIN CLOUD”
The first flickers of Alaska were lectured -
a mossy ground that upon footfall
created a commotion,
a locomotion of mosquitos -
not average but bat-like.
What young person wouldn’t squirm
at the frozen imagery?
The missionary went on to say,
Alaska is the longest bar in the world.
I’d say! The coastline being about 26,000 miles long.
Alaska the first, tucked away in a trove.
But those who ventured out to sea,
cruising the inner passage,
released fresh scent of salt,
waterfalls, hidden vistas.
So much so, that upon booking my first Alaskan cruise,
I was afraid that the bearer of such Utopian hopes
might be overdoing it, such as the spoilers of a movie
where you let out a sigh, disappointed by the letdown.
But, Alaska is no letdown. Neither is the Yukon.
Truly spirited places exist, ethereal beauty
that never lets your camera rest. Your eyes
pull the magic string attached to your hands,
and the bulbs flash like the paparazzi on overdrive.
The wilderness air with its rustic cabins and wildlife
invite an out-of-body experience.
You feel like your weary legs are oxygenated -
you can hike the Yukon trail, mount the Denali peaks
and speak to God eye-to-eye.
Alaska the first, you frightened me. You still stare,
but I’ve conquered your rapids,
stuck out my tongue at bears
and enjoyed my baked Alaska.
As the terminator loudly declares,
“I’ll be back”
I’ll drink to that…
3/2/2019
A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long-truncated railroad stop
humming still with a faded reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
Sweat, rustle and creak,
an invisible locomotion of leaving and arrival.
employed upon an iron labor.
The tall dry weeds are talkative.
Brown boots seem to shuffle
as they wait here or idle.
A hollow clock clacks,
its innards now
are a nest for ticking birds.
Dandelions anticipate twirling flight
under a corn fed sun.
A mid-day heat thrums fragmented rails.
The station seems almost ready
to receive
as if its bygone world
had not forever disembarked.
First
Earth was spiral dynamic energy,
deep dipolar locations
redefining by sacred re-connecting
reverse synergetic rememory
of time's unfolding
regenerative
positive health intention
Becoming light energy
emergent with deep dualdark
black holy holonic whole
SolarSystemic
synergetic progenitor
integrally intersectional
dynamically unfolding
Bilateral development
binomial patterned rhythm imaged
biologically bicameral
neuro-sensory
plasticity potential
Becoming atomically inter-religious co-passions
deep well-paced nutrition rooted
prolife waves of healthy light
versus dark wealth competitions
in-between wave-linear peace resonant communication
Through fractal structures
ribbon-nuclear DNA forms
with RNA regenerative organic functions;
Then dividing universal ego-energy secular places
from more integral eco-systemic
sacred spaces
Reconnecting meta-paradigmatic
bicameral contextual intelligence,
polypathic re-ligioning energy powers of locomotion
and then liturgical light dance
and integral power choice
Synergy waves absorbing digestion
before indigestive elimination,
breathing in and bilaterally out
beating out Yang and bicameral rhythms Yintegral
of song becoming left brain dominant speaking voices;
Finally redefining,
dividing patriarchal red-blooded
RightWing capitalist energy
from polyculturing communion
LeftRing green synergetic waves
of locomotion
nutrition
ingestion
organic inside whole communication
enculturation
Ecosystemic health care
resilient wealth
polynomial bicamerally voiced
and felt choiced
Full/Empty NonZeroisms
universally Win/Win integral
secular health choice,
sacred wealth voice.
Dearest Santa, this is for you I write,
To enlighten you about our own plight,
Isn't it Christmas all about peace?
If so, you must listen to our pleas.
We are the turkeys, Grown for the Christmas
Selected, genetically, fattened for meatiness
Suffer from pain due to hip degeneration
Heavy body restrain our locomotion
When in our natural world, we often fly
Roost on trees and watch the night sky
But in the factory, swollen and overfed
We shuffle along in a dimly-lit shed.
Lack of respect for their fellow creatures,
Humans ignore the kind old scriptures.
Profits have compromised animals’ freedom
The world now disregards Nature’s wisdom
Brutally manhandled poor male birds,
Forced to partially clip their beaks.
Mother turkeys are inhumanely violated,
Yet, they never see their eggs hatched.
The babies never know the mother's touch,
How can the man be as cruel as such?
The eggs are taken, when they are laid,
To be hatched in a machine, man-made.
When hatched, packed in crowded units
Motherless chicks, make many mega profits
Dearest Santa, kind and charming,
There’s much cruelty in factory farming.
Humane slaughter is a big fat lie,
Who are the animals that want to die?
Now you’ve heard our story of woe
Dearest Santa, please may I ask you?
Point a way forward to the humankind
To show some compassion in their mind.
Peace is not just a spoken word,
But, an act of kindness to uphold
Christmas time when the world, at ease
The children sing with joy and peace
When you visit with gifts and greetings
Whisper to them about our own grievings
Though it is late now for my generation
Children may stand up for our liberation
I don’t know where it all began?
But I know I’m a dead man
Woke up to find she poured brake fluid all over my van.
Now I’m ducking and dodging the frying pan
My head’s got a lump from a, what I thought was a miss aimed tuna can
I broke the woman’s cardinal rule
I shouldn’t have done it, I know, I know, I’m a fool
Now I’m going to get my ass kicked by an ass whipping mule
I ducked and left behind my front teeth wedged in a stool
I am standing in a blood pool
She should have worn out by now, she must be tired
But a burst of energy the woman’s gone wild
She’s cross eyed and crying like a child
Sh-t she just knocked out three teeth I shouldn’t have smiled.
Dam! she got me, I’m dizzy on my knees
Everything is going dark but I can hear my mouth begging please!
Now she got my nuts in a squeeze
And the only expression I can come out with is GEEZ!!!
There I was gramercy
A wild woman with not mercy
Had a knife in one hand and in the other my Percy
It all started when she asked me to help her friend spread fake tan lotion
Then she saw two hand prints on her friend’s ass and it sparked the commotion
She came at me like a locomotion
At the time she said she was overwhelmed by her emotion
I was battered beyond repair
When her friend came to the rescue, my cries of despair
And told my girlfriend “I bought them with the hands printed on this jean wear.”
I collapsed to the floor whispering “not fair”
Now they call me the $6000 dollar man
With a permanent print of a fish on the head from the tuna can
Love is not a volatile shallow stream,
There's whirlpool of passion and zeal within;
Liking is not love or vice versa seem,
Love is its sole kind; love alone can win;
Love can be concern, union, emotion,
Affection, evaluation, tight-bond,
Ready, even to sacrifice one's self;
With these, love moves like a locomotion;
There are, often, hopes that look like mere fond,
Love, like its name, contains all in itself...!
Love, I could feel, is reciprocity,
Give-and-take; take and give; joy overflows;
Wherever there seems an atrocity,
Though be alone, love stands and does oppose;
Love is not merely a flesh-blood substance,
It's heart-piercing ardor-filled fine feeling,
Love is greatest of divine fellowship;
Though, at times, it does things in reluctance,
Owing lack of therapeutic healing,
Conviction-filled duties, love does not skip...!
Love bestows values of every nature,
Love lets revaluation of values;
Love is love's unrivaled nomenclature,
Whatever is not love, love devalues;
None knows where did and does this love come from,
Do tempests bring this here on endless earth?
Do volcanoes and tsunamis accord?
When hostilities turn me wholly numb,
When inertia finds its dearth of mirth,
Love and love could be the only concord...!!!
29 April 2022
The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation
It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station
The month was September, the year 1825
A date to remember when the railways came alive
The first steam train to carry passengers was called Locomotion No 1
The Stockton and Darlington Railway in NE England did run
Fast forward to 1827 on February 28
The Baltimore and Ohio Railroad would transport passengers and freight
The year was 1830, none other than Christmas Day
The first regularly scheduled passenger service did commence on this day
It was in South Carolina, Charleston to be exact
The U.S. built locomotive running down the track
100 years later trains had evolved beyond belief
In 1936 Sante Fe launched the all-Pullman Super Chief
From there let’s roar in the ’40s when train travel was at its best
The Super Chief was elegant and stood out from the rest
Observation decks were prevalent and don’t forget the bars
A dress code wasn’t mentioned but you should see the dining cars
White linen on the tables, prime rib upon each plate
Ladies in silk blouses, their brooch designs ornate
The trip was an experience from Chicago to L.A.
The Super Chief ran till '68 on the 15th of May
The voyage used to be as important as reaching the traveler's destination
The experience began when you bought tickets at the station
10/18/2021
Written for Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley