Long Meeting Poems
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Two hearts awaken to a single song,
A quiet promise they have known all along.
No borrowed dream, no passing fire—
Only the gentle rise of shared desire.
They move as rivers meeting at the sea,
Each finding more in what the other sees.
Not copies, but reflections softly cast,
Two souls embracing future, present, past.
Their love unfolds like blossoms after rain,
Growing stronger through both joy and pain.
Within its shade, no fear can take its place;
Only truth, and tenderness, and grace.
When silence falls, their eyes still speak,
A language only faithful hearts can keep.
Hand in hand, through every changing season,
They find in one another every reason.
So let the stars bear witness from above:
The strongest hearts are shaped by quiet love.
Two kindred spirits, timeless and free,
Writing forever what love was meant to be
Jesus Christ came to live on earth
to bring good news to those that's near
He came with His message of salvation
offering His love to all who did hear
The church of Jesus lived near the sea
there He taught His disciples what's true
bringing to them His authority on earth
with God's approval, Jesus would do
Jesus sat on a boat at the seaside
calling all there, listen on your iPod
this was the church of that time
divinely created by the sovereign God
This was where Jesus said come
the meeting of those He had elected
sinner's who saw self full of sin
Jesus loved them never to be neglected
Jesus meets His followers at sea
bringing His church united as one
even on the boat, He brings them peace
amidst the storms proving He is God's son
(?I've written this thinking of Jesus and his disciples(his church) meeting at the seaside and there Jesus taught them his word.)
You may call me Mrs. V the woman told new workers.
I am the manager, so I manage what you do.
She is also an overseer, and a micro-manager, someone whispered.
She gave that man a mean nasty I-wish-you-would-die look.
There was a bit of tittering, some smirks, one tiny giggle.
I tried to not get involved in any of this, I needed this job.
I supervise you every day, she told us. So be on your toes.
The man said something else and some people giggled.
I had no idea what it was, but I was glad I had not heard.
After the meeting I inquired about the man who dared.
He is her husband, I was told. He likes to rile her during meetings.
I could tell by her face that his life would not be lovely tonight.
i was
crying
in a cradle
she was
inside
i was
out
out
in a cradle
on
a cloudless day
one
would say
Cielo Azul
(but that
name
takes
me to another
place
to another
face)
back in
the cradle
outside
from inside
she thought
she heard
screaming
running
outside
from inside
to the cradle
not able
to discern why
the crying
looking inside
the cradle
outside
looking down
she found
me
looking up
looking up
laughing
endlessly at
a Cielo Azur
or
to her
a Cielo Blu
a drunkenless
epiphany
not even she
could see
or say what
i saw
was it
god
was it
life's meaning
or
was it
you
our
future
fruit filled
meeting
blue
haired
Diosa
Form:
A promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping,
The vows made by liars
Simply aren’t worth your weeping.
The risk that you’re taking
Is a blessing fate’s reaping,
For a promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping.
A friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting,
A good first impression
Starts with one cordial greeting.
When old bonds start rusting
Bring to mind time is fleeting,
For a friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting.
A battle worth fighting
Is a war worth man’s waging,
Amid bloodstained wastelands
Freedom’s cries are still raging.
Soon, peace is in writing
And the world is engaging,
‘Til a battle worth fighting
Breeds another war waging.
A love worth pursuing
Comes with trials worth facing,
Most quarrels and squabbles
Could be eased by embracing.
Let growth be renewing
So that nothing’s replacing
Every love worth pursuing
And each trial worth facing.
A life not worth living
Is a life worth forgetting,
The grand tales of yore, dear
Weren’t of poor souls regretting.
A life spent with giving,
Blissful life without fretting,
Is a life worth the living,
Here’s to no more forgetting!
Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo,
but my identity you mistake,
I’m Lemmy from Motorhead,
and these are rocknroll gates.
What! where the hell am I,
bet my drink got laced,
Musical heaven my friend,
come on let’s get spaced,
Sure thing, have you got
any weed, also love a pint,
Hey that’s my middle name,
I’ve just rolled a hardcore joint,
Guess who’s on tonight,
Jimi Hendrix tops the bill,
His new girlfriends, a foxy lady,
he’s even covering my overkill,
Hows Bon Scott, haven’t
heard from him in a while,
Drinking vodka in the bar,
hitting highway to hell in style,
I’d love to see Cobane,
that guy could really write a song,
Yeah still in rehab, his will is good,
be out before too long,
This is some kickass place,
when was it conjured up,
Jagger came up with the idea,
wanted his own club,
No way! he’s definitely alive,
I seen the stones last year,
afraid overdosed on brown sugar,
Devil had sympathy, let him reappear,
Wow this black cannabis stuff,
is really kicking in,
Can we go see a show,
but please not that infernal din,
Oh ignore him, Conway Twitty,
turning this place into a zoo,
Just hangs around the gates,
heaven banned him too,
Mercury, Bowie, George michael
did they make the cut,
I’ll let you in on a secret
we don’t see them very much,
Well Freddie didn’t settle,
said he wanted to break free,
Ziggy’s here ok, all time low,
after splitting from gene genie
And for George, lost his faith,
normally stays around the loo,
Watch out for Jim Morrison,
lighting fires, gets roadhouse blues
Wow I’m wasted Lemmy,
how come your not allowed on stage,
What! oh the straight jacket,
don’t get me into a rage,
That nasty war stuff I collected,
got me sent to hell,
My noisy music drove satan crazy,
left me here for a spell,
Well nice meeting you Lemmy,
I’m off to see the show,
God was never on your side,
better off down below.
By
David Kavanagh.
Mouse Hunt
When it seems as though a friend who claims to be easy
is more of a Whirl Wind than sincere and a tad misleading
it does no good to sadden nor to bluff even if you have to
huff and puff
To find someone else is like searching for an elusive mouse
and when the only prospect whose interested in meeting
turns out to be a chimney with a wicked sense of humor
it’s not exactly helpful
If something happens it’s back to trying to find another mouse
and three houses later success seems to elude you for more reasons
than one so you start wishing the mouse would come looking for you
and aren’t sure what bait to use- The Mouse Hunt goes on without
success and you can’t help wondering where the mouse is
The lady doesn't dance anymore
I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper scale of our society they were not common laborers.
By chance (or not) she met a man who loved her despite her past and they had two lovely children
Lately, she felt she had to tell her husband of her sorry past, to free her soul of the guilty secrets.
I suspected her needs were, but a dream of the old days, Monte Carlo and fancy cigarettes
I told her, since she asked me, that she was chasing
a fantasy that was not real even when she lived it.
I'm no longer a member of AA, not since the guilt-ridden middle class took over, and it was a status point to admit a booze problem.
I met the lady again 15 years later, she is a respected lady who works for the betterment of trees on the avenue
She was glad to see me, but I could read in her sad eyes
what she she wanted to be, was a rip-roaring tart living it up in a nightclub
Those folk in the village not yet in the land of nod
May have heard down the lane a steady plod plod plod
As Finnegan’s horse ambled towards the village green
For a very secret meeting with an agent of the Queen.
The crime rate climbing in Finnegan’s old home town;
Did Finnegan’s’ horse know any ways to slow it down?
Could Harry be persuaded
To start his round again?
And if he would consider it
How and where and when?
Finnegan’s horse was thinking;
He'd had some very irksome days,
With no draughts in his stable;
He was bored with first class hay.
Finnegan was also bored, he knew that to be true
He said he'd have a word and see what he could do
For Harry Finnegan loved his horse
Though not in any carnal sense of course.
WHAT I FELT
With my favorite author on first meeting
I was hit by his boast of own writing
and thought,'what a big deal in publishing?'
I felt a boost to write in leading newspaper.
Crowded fields of story and poetry I did not prefer.
So I chose scientific feature to enter.
I planned to write some brilliant and bright
My first article came up within a fortnight.
Writing profession chanced to start right.
For his pride, my self esteem had to fight.
10/18/16
A response to... Contest by Silent One.
Quote
'I have learnt that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,but people will never forgetbhow you made them feel.'