Long Mender Poems
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I am many things.
Am
I
the
everything
that i wish to be?
everything
I am,
Is
that
what you see?
the stayer awake
of thirty six hours,
carrier of new borns,
arranger
of
flowers.
And
I
have
super
powers.
I am the fixer of broken,
mender
of
parts.
I
fix
all
the
broken hearts.
I fix all the cuts,
the scrapes,
( The thirty times an hour I attach the capes )
I am the name cried out in the night,
I am the hold that holds you tight.
you are the reason,
my stopper of smoking,
the bright eyes and oxygen,
my
no
longer
choking.
am I all that i could be?
am i the world,
is that what you see?
I
am
everything
you
are
to
me.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Causing love’s surrender,
Bleeding fondness and grace,
Love is no pretender,
Soft warmth you can’t erase.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Stirring faith so tender,
Joy seeps into the soul,
Wonders God shall render,
Silence who can console.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
True love won’t offend her,
Love survives the bitter,
A chill that could end her,
This love is no quitter.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Dusk’s dreams, though so slender,
Abide inside to grieve,
Love is the heart’s mender,
Through the cold, just believe!
The Care and Feeding of Ideas
Someone wrote them down.
Words, on parchment, various kinds.
Someone else...
probably edited, and formatted,
and thought through, and revised,
and then it was all re-written.
After consideration,
adulation,
spontaneous combustion of excitement,
mixed with the revelry of plain crazy,
forwarded to the publisher...
for "Publishing!"
That is not the end,
only the beginning of the adventure.
The journey from thought...
to tangible texture.
"Paper".
A print is made, and then proofed,
then "Poof!"... it is real...
Sold on shelves somewhere for whatever,
the market will bear.
But that again is not the conclusion,
as it is only the first of many hands...
Read once, tossed or passed along.
Traveled far by friends on trips,
to close friends right next door.
To schools, and libraries,
to "Sharebraries" at every corner.
Then again through the mixer at yard sales,
thrift stores and last chance bus stops.
To end up in an imaginary Castle.
on an old metal table, barely still standing.
At the edge of a study that looks out,
onto every possibility, and smiles.
A choice is made, the mender listens...
Tape, and glue and ribbon.
A new opportunity, for an old idea,
to be considered...
still valid.
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
I first noticed a change in Climate,
When my shoes started to outlast their laces,
Which I thought unusual at the time,
As I had come to think of it as an unwritten law,
Probably one of Murphy's,
That shoelaces were never meant to outlast a pair of shoes,
And shoes were built with the shoeshine boy and the shoe mender in mind.
About the time I realized that those rules no longer applied,
I felt the chill in the air,
As a new broom and a new wind were swooping down on us.
But just in case there is time for the change of climate to be reversed,
I take the laces that are now still as good as new,
Out of the shoes, before I consign them to another growing mountain,
That no one is prepared to climb,
And save them in case I come across a pair of shoes,
That will outlast their laces,
And possibly become a link in the chain,
That we can use to pull the world and its climate,
Back on an even keel,
Especially if someone who appreciates shoes that last,
Sees merit in encouraging a mountain of near new laces,
By making deals with charities to create the mountain,
Instead of bringing more new ones onto the market,
And helping speed up a change in climate.
Or alternatively if that does not come about,
My saved shoelaces will make handy ties for the bags of shoes,
I will need to dispose of that are beyond repair.
Either way,
I feel better for having pointed out,
That if we make enough small $1 savings to the good,
We could give the world it's badly needed,
Trillion-dollar makeover,
So we can all make do with smaller waste bins.
The blender switches on,
The Clock starts ticking.
Stitching it's imprint,
Into Existence.
Each Instant,
Different.
Gears whirring,
Agitated, Stirring Emotions,
Splicing, Thoughts churning ,
Forcing Conforming,
To the vortex That's forming.
Conflicting Actions,
Unconscious Reactions,
Robbing Our Satisfaction.
We Keep on Running,
To the Next Attraction.
Unaware of the distraction,
Keeping us in Line.
Trapped in Times Design,
It Defines your day.
How Long you have to Stay,
Then Sends you on your way.
There's even Time to Pay.
Never Enough for Play,
So throw none of it away.
Attached to every move,
It fills all the Grooves.
Smooth and sly,
It slides on by.
Flying beside you,
Guiding, and Dividing,
Perfect timing.
The more fun we have,
Seems as it were cut in Half.
Yet an hour in sorrow,
Feels like no Tomorrow.
Your Faithful Companion,
A Wound mender.
Or your toughest Contender,
Keeping you in The Blender.
#At_this_juncture
For long, have I been on my knees,
palm to palm, pleading and praying.
Praying for serenity in my heart,
a cleansed soul,
a cheerful smile,
Love at it's purest.
The light at the end of my tunnel.
Positioned me here, and now I'm confronted.
Confronted by demons, in place of blessings.
Lust and love, junxstapositioned.
A fate of a man, without course and self-discipline
This is never me.
My plea was simple, a companion!
Maybe the prayer was lost in the specifications.
For this here, is not what I specified.
Cornered to choose, strangled by own desires.
At this juncture, betrayal and loss are both inevitable.
They said a man's heart is wide and deep like an ocean but here I feel like mere boy, confronted and at trial. Trial for seeking, seeking what's now beyond my capacity. I said I was simple and clear but this here is far worse than my own principles.
At this juncture, if blood doesn't spill, hearts will be shattered, either way I'm implicated. Implicated by uncertainty, an accomplice, if not the perpetrator,
Perpetual results of being born a man.
Blood stains on both my palms. What was a simple prayer, turned into a nightmare. I seeked for blessings, instead I got battle of the two worlds; my heart and flesh.
Take away my sight,
take away my conscience,
at this juncture I'm not a match.
If this be a test, see from the redeemer side,
this white flag of defeat and surrender,
hoisted on my heart.
I'm a lover, not a breaker,
I'm a mender not a distroyer.
At this juncture, right or wrong,
casualties will be there,
I don't wanna be the trigger holder.
Pain and distruction are not in my veins,
please heaven and earth, rescue me from this juncture
#Poetic_Ink
Quote: “The healing power of time is not a myth but a reality. Given enough time, most emotional pain eases and eventually disappears altogether.” – Allan J. Adler
Time, the alchemist of wounds,
When my heart is shattered, and despair consumes,
I am imprisoned in dungeons of darkness and solitude,
But time's fleeting touch offers solace, a momentary interlude.
Time, the mender of sorrows,
Weaving a tapestry of healing tomorrows,
Yet the heart remains in fragments, shattered and torn,
Your presence lingers, in every sunbeam and moonlit morn.
It may take an age, a lifetime or more,
To find someone who understands the depths I explore,
Together we'll embrace the blossoms, the birds, and the bees,
Discovering pearls in oysters, on sun-kissed shores by the seas.
Time, the essence that forever slips away,
In my pursuit, I often forget the love that holds sway,
Attachments and desires, earthly and crude,
Peace of mind resides in relinquishing their delude.
For in surrendering to the divine's embrace,
Time finds eternity, a tranquil, timeless space.
You cut me deep and I will always surrender
You slice me again and I will never mender
Your cold shoulder makes me shiver
When its almost gone you still want the last sliver
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
You long for everything that’s inside
My heart id here for you to divide
With my soul I don’t need to live
It’s mine alone and mine to give
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
When you crush the muscle with your clenched fist
I’ll still be there because I simply can’t resist
When you slice deep because that’s just who you are
I’ll still love you and take it and just bare the scar
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
MATHEMATICS
Most Momentous Majestic Monitor
Anytime Affirmative analyzing accuracy
Top Trainer tuning treating talent
Humdinger Hero having highest honor
Excellent Explorer explaining efficiently
Marvelous Methodical Mind Mender
Acquisitive Analytic approaching applying accuracy
Terrific Teacher thinking tutoring tactfully
Ideal Instructor initiating intense intelligence
Capable Cultivator countering correcting chaos
Sagacious Systematic Scientific Searcher sorting solution
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