Long Meanings Poems
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Christmas has different meanings...
they can be spiritual in their degree,
or materialistic and these aspects
make up symbols of zest and glee!
We love this extravagant holiday rendering extreme joy,
but gifts and lights add many false thrills;
we should get rid of diseases and poverty:
deeply thinking of hunger pangs causing fever and chills!
Many empty stomachs groan and we don't hear them,
infants emit a loud cry and we choose to ignore them;
I'm very angry at the stubbornness of our greedy ways,
we overlook their suffering while we feast at our tables!
Let's think of those who go to sleep with aching bellies.
give all you have and save someone from dying;
be the giver and rejoice when they are singing:
giving with a sincere heart will multiply your blessings!
Christmas has different meanings....
the ones that are steeped in faith or those merely symbolic;
I sit at the piano and play hymns;
has anyone else experienced inside a feeling so harmonistic?
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and up front
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't get fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
© Jack Ellison 2013
We sat together, almost every morning
having our breakfast and our coffee
as the music played.
Often, we drifted off
mesmerized by its solitary beauty
contemplating life's wonders and all the could have beens.
It the words unspoken and well known
the meanings lie within in awe
of love and beauty uneasily conveyed.
Did we go there? Had we made the trip to Italy
and together let it reveal
the magnificence beheld.
You had been there once
but I had never traveled cross the sea
yet saw it clearly thru your eyes,its mystery kept safe in memory.
In those pooled blue depths, I could see it still
in your childlike innocence
flowing like the rhyhm in the song.
I should never go there now
without you and alone, its call lived
only with you to guide me.
To sit together, just one more time
would be a pleasure to endure
in the quiet solitude of my heart's allure.
Foresight sends our mind's eye scouting on ahead,
To glimpse tomorrow's paths, before they are tread.
Hindsight retraces footprints when the deed is done.
Explaining why we stumbled, strayed, lost or won.
Insight burrows underneath, the obvious surface view.
Unearthing hidden seams of things we know to be true.
Oversight looks across what's ao obvious and plain,
Yet, it overlooks what's staring back again and again.
Short-sighted eyes see clearly, only what is close at hand.
But, distant meanings blow away like shifting sand.
Far-sighted wisdom scans into the distant years,
Seeing future harvests, hopes, whims and fears.
Second sight glimpses what has yet to come in to view,
Clear-sighted eyes cut through disguises to what's true.
Then comes the blindside, ambushing from behind—
Revealing what was shadowed, overlooked, unmined.
Out of sight, we slowly drift from focused thought.
With meaning, intent and purpose coming to naught.
Eyesight merely shows us what is there to see—
But never where our cleat focus ought to be.
We have foresight for tomorrow, hindsight for the past,
Insight for deep truths, oversight for chances we cast.
Yet the here and now keeps slipping out of sight—
Perhaps, we need 'now-sight' to hold the present right.
Yet with the here and now, slipping out of sight—
We need our 'now-sight' to hold our presence right.
A dream
caught up in the night's
magic and splendor
sitting at the driving seat
turning feelings
I realize every moment
must be achieved
emotions labors
in the heart's toil
So many truths dreams and desire envelopes
standing in front of these eyes lids open wide
Remember the words we said
swore to protect and honor the joy
in all we experienced together
Drumming beats echo warm softly
Love found our soul naked and clean
purified soft snow melting desire queen
The red rose whispers
of passion and amor
petals tremble upon a breathless air
With fragrant meanings tides turn
where the sweetest perfume blows divine
flashing one spirit sparkling dewdrops horizon
What can be as bright as the sun
Colors a bridge to only god knows
The dream of a life beyond all none can compare
were we could fly everywhere with angel wings
inside each others heartbeat complete
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 21.10.2015
"Ghost Orchid, Violet"
plumes of purple blue
like a burning bruise, spear through my mind
the heart waits for the fall Evermore
with open palms it’s bright core forever calls
the light is blinding like a Ghost
and it holds its fresh petalled orchid stretched out to me,
petals opening the folds of a mind’s ever present dream unfolding
from a shrouded poem, dark embers brightening, a small story glitters
the essence of roasted paper rises
clean and sharp it turns each guache passage
you can hear the pages flip nonchalantly
notes of ink lift the senses like a seductive perfume
plurals write their orchid meanings stretched
volatile pink yet vulnerable across the page
like a revolution violate turning slowly, then,
lights dim and flicker with terrible speed
plumes of purple blue, notes sing blue purple
like a bruise, spearing through my mind
piercing the heart that waits for its fall in strange accords
with open palms the bright core immersed in its evanescence calls
perceived at the shorter end
of the visible light spectrum
a shade of purple with a blueish hue
turns to you, stares you full on
the watchers behind their screens
sit and squander it all
they that think they know it all
bathed in virtuous better off than all
in the end Love
like a ghost orchid calls
like light for lost ships
from some distant shore
violet, it shines,
like the heart burning
its hot bright flame
that dream
that calls you further in
Candide Diderot. ‘25
I planned well
But leaving
Was not easy
Driving away from people
Known since the beginning
Of my time
And watching them recede from view
Was difficult.
Complete abandonment
Comes in many forms
But alone, ordinary things
Take on different meanings
And hidden fears
Sharpen the senses.
Lights seem brighter
The world takes on a new dimension
The vastness of the land
Becomes intimidating
From my windshield
I see how the sky curves
In an unbroken arc
Suspended over the horizon
Showcasing the Sun
Sitting up above
Like a King for all to see
There are other cars on the road
But I feel isolated
And tomorrow is an unknown.
Looking in the rear view mirror
There is nothing I recognize
Except me staring back
Studying myself
Noticing
The drawn face
The eyes that meant to say more
The lips that brushed against someone
The shoulders that turned away
From familiar places
Now miles and miles away.
The road allows me
To follow my instincts
But it doesn't hide
The sinking feeling
In the bottom of my stomach
That tells me this is different
There is no turning back
Leaving is for real
And nothing has prepared me
For this feeling.
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
She was saying some words while I
rather
Small behind the familiar sofa sat with
a couple of somethings I
Can not recall while the
words were falling out of her
mouth like little Pandora's
Jars ready to crack at the touch of his
replies it was a delusional storm of
Elevated thoughts a few lost
commas
stumbled between the sounds to
reach the right spots
I saw them fall and
collapse she had
to go back
to the rooms with snow-like
walls there was
no way to catch her meanings although
I tried
With the trap of my mind but
they were fleeting fast
Perhaps
He just wasn't ready for that
kind
Of conversational style He
never got ready at last
She went back and never again
Appeared in our
house
except as
A phone call and a few tears
which he poured as I watched half
astonished and half
smashed
I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained
In the back of my mind
unchanged
I am feeling more marginalized.
Everyday I’m told to not comment or talk
While the men in my life are talking.
I so many ways they manipulate me
I doubt they realize what they are doing.
At least I hope their intention is pure.
What they must discuss is important, I guess.
More important than what I do or say.
“Stop being so oversensitive,” they complain.
Can you not see we are talking father and son?”
As if “overly sensitive” is even a word?
The dictionary defines sensitive as
1. endowed with sensation;
2. having perception through the senses.
3. readily or excessively affected by external agencies or influences.
4. having acute mental or emotional sensibility.
5. aware of and responsive to the feelings of others.
6. easily pained, annoyed, etc.
These are bad?
and when adding “over” to the adjective is defined as
1. excessively or unduly “sensitive”
Circulating back to the positive meanings that the root word tries to convey.
But I cannot stop there in my exegesis of this term
The men in my life throw at me.
WORDS RELATED TO OVERSENSITIVE
annoyed, contentious, exasperated, fractious, petulant, prickly, resentful, surly, testy, conscious, delicate, emotional, hypersensitive, keen, nervous, perceptive, precise,
receptive, responsive, susceptible
WTF do they intend to express?
While denying my participation anyway?
I know too much, being too accurate, or right?
Whom exactly are they talking about?
When this “oversensitive” word they decry
Is it meant for me to close my mouth?
go away?
Alas I know not
and careless and less to participate
In their ignorant misogynistic display.